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[aemuli-blog]

It all started with a text message. 

Green was still convinced this guy didn’t exist. It wasn’t that the idea that Red had friends was impossible--just...really, really weird. Back home he almost refused. Here Red was more or less forced, but now with that cave of his it seemed just as unlikely. Green had of course asked questions pertaining to the guy, but Red wasn’t the best story-teller.

The text wasn’t rude, but it wasn’t exactly helpful either. A date and a time, a place where he could grab a drink or a coffee, a name and an agenda.It wasn’t Green’s business who Red associated with, he later explained over the phone, but he was interested. He couldn’t help it. What sort of person had done what took Green years in a matter of months. It was less jealousy and more bewilderment. And who knows, maybe this guy could read something in Red that Green couldn’t--

No, that wasn’t possible. This was just a fluke. Green had been stubborn too after all, and Red wasn’t a hard guy to like once you peeled back all thirty layers. He’s glad Red is making friends. He just wants to know how this guy did it and figure out how to emulate that say...two or three more times. Or however many Red wanted. 

That was all. 

He takes his coffee black. It burns going down, but it wakes him up. The place is quiet, his chair swivels in front of a well-tended bar and his feet can touch the ground. All in all it seemed like a good choice. He’s wearing a lavender button-up, charmingly scuffed shoes and cargo pants that only reach his calves part-way with a flare at the end. It’s already hot out, and no amount of good air conditioning or cute waitresses was going to fool him into knowing otherwise. 

Green is leaning out of his chair to feed Growlithe a croissant when Haruka comes into view. They’d agreed on a call sign, and once eye contact was made Green offered the promised salute. He pushes a plate of pancakes the other’s way.

“Haruka, right?” he’ll let the other confirm or deny it before continuing, “...you a morning person or something?” 

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[viora-blog]

Welcome... || Haruka

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It had been ages since Viola had seen anyone dare to come near the witch’s house other than the stealing witch herself. To visit that atrocious body that she left her “friend” in to rot. What happened to the city that she was in? Her old body? When would she ever get that back if she was sent home?

The familiar feeling of resentment filled her up as the forest sent signals just as they always did when Ellen came. She knew that the other was aware of her coming, but surprise struck her when she noted someone else with her and an unfamiliar face at that.

“Hmph, you wanna play? Let's play.” With her fingers, she twisted the vines together, rose bushes coming behind the group so that there'd be no escape, eyes narrowing to see their next move.

[ironyrebels-blog]

there’s no shaymin askin :: haruka!

It took more than some weird city to get Barry down for long. He was lost, those scientists had been less than helpful, and he was left with only one Pokemon. He knew he’d get bogged down if he thought about the bizarreness of it all too hard, so he chose not to. He didn’t have time for overthinking when he didn’t have all of the facts. Besides, Twigler was still the same. Smaller, but definitely just as tough. He focuses on what he has instead of getting depressed about what he doesn’t and presses forward. 

Unfortunately though, the air isn’t so good and the sun stubbornly refuses to come out from behind the clouds. That leaves his Pokemon wilting a little, fatigued and in such a state that Barry has kept him in a Pokeball most of the few days they’ve been here. But they needed sunlight--both of them. It was cold and without it Barry didn’t know how long he could keep up his hard-charging attitude. 

He’d have to maintain it at least long enough to figure something out.   

Sector six. This was the place, right? Barry turns the map this way and that, tongue poking out as he debates which direction to take on this fork. According to that guy in the gray coat, there was a point of elevation here, a building or something, where he could get closer access to any sunlight in the city. The guy wasn’t very clear on it; maybe he was just bad at giving directions, but all of his buddies vehemently agreed that was the best course of action. Barry had thought it a little weird that a bunch of wrinkly people in coats were hanging out by themselves in that smoke shop, but they seemed nice enough. Maybe they were a club. He didn’t really care right now. 

Getting impatient with the map, he opts to stomp towards the nearest stranger. 

“Hey, hey! You mind giving a guy a hand?” he doesn’t really give the boy time to respond and shuffles restlessly, “You know where the tallest point in this place is?” he unfurls a crushed map, pointing to a point(?) in a pretty indistinguishable fervor. At least he was pointing at the right sector.    

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[ibukitten]

✰彡 blood on my hands

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[ ♬ ]—— Ankh’s departure left a void in the punk maiden’s heart. She thought it would have been bearable, but after two weeks of little news about her cute chicken pet-- who had gone on a world heavy metal tour after winning the bikini competition-- her heart became heavy with loneliness. Despite having many friends and a girlfriend that can perfectly fill that void, and how she should be nothing but happy for him, she still misses Ankh-chan’s presence in her house so much. 

      If she can’t replace him so soon, then at the very least she’d like to share a new pet with the one friend that helped her make Ankh’s career possible. Good young Haruka has been dragged from his place to the streets of Sector Six, her hand clutching at his arm like an inescapable chain. Their target seems to be some pet shop of the zone, but instead she directs him towards the large, flourishing animal shelter that is open at all times for those who want to adopt unfortunate cute souls with troubled pasts and an extreme need of being loved and cared for.

      “This place is sooooooo rich, isn’t it?” she asks him right after the cross the entrance, welcomed by the many meows and barks and other noises the various guests let out as soon as new people enter. They’re soon welcomed by one of the workers, who guides them through the bizzarre maze and then leaves them on their own to take care of business. Ibuki places her hands over her hips, scanning the place with narrowed pink eyes, and then looks back at Haruka.

      “Do you like it here, Haruka-chan~?”

[odiodise]

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It had been a while since she had seen him, so until the heat haze had officially come to an end, she decided to meet him before fall came approaching with its warm colors of orange and yellow. Truth be told, she hadn’t a concrete plan laid out as to what they should do to spend time, but she supposed while walking around they would eventually find something worthy of their time. And if not? Well, she hoped that she wouldn’t disappoint him for being a bore and making him out come out for no particular reason.

Initially she invited him to the park, and idly she waited for him on a vacant seat on the bench. Come to think about it, it was peculiar how easily she had acquainted with him. Perhaps, his laid back personality was meant for granted (despite having a few quirks of its own), but regardless she found it personally welcoming like a breath of fresh air.

Noticing an approaching figure a few feet away, she finally stood and walked over to the other, hands folded behind her while a smile greeted him. Whatever happened today, surely it wouldn’t be too dreadful; she hoped, at least.

❝The skies are very blue today, aren’t they, Haruka-kun? It feels like summer was just yesterday... but it’s already coming to an end. It sounds like the cicadas aren’t prepared for fall though.❞

[enginefetish]

✚!

Send ✚ for a HEALTH headcanon.

          Souda is generally healthy. He ends up with a cold or fever every now and then throughout the year from pushing himself too hard or not eating food with enough nutrients. He often gets wrapped up in his work and will grab something easy to eat like a microwaveable burrito from a gas station or pizza rolls. He doesn't suffer from allergies of any kind. 

          Souda is nearsighted and before he swapped to his punk persona he wore glasses. Now he wears contacts.

[dancapa]

With several gaming consoles ready to be used anytime and Takane and Shintaro not occupying them right now, Kido thought it'd be a good chance to seize the chance and ask someone to join her. It's been ages since she played a game, at least it felt like it once Danchou held onto the controller. Briefly, she remembered the present Takane got her a while ago, however instead of asking the girl she already competed with, Kido decided to approach somebody else. 

   "Haruka, if you're free right now, how about we play a game together? I just thought I got this game you, Takane and dad made together a while ago, but I only got to play against Takane, so..." Kido cleared her throat, unnecessarily embarrassed about asking a simple question.

[versprincess-blog-blog]

     Off to the side did the princess watch, in quiet curiosity as children queued in front of a food stand and walked off with... what were they? They were held in conical containers, twirling softly, gently upwards in a swirl-- and even in different colors! The princess looked on as the children partook of the odd Terran dish, light sparkling in their eyes. 

Wait, that one over there even had multi-colored condiments on them! Asseylum stood at the balls of her feet, curiosity growing even more.

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