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[cursedsaotome-blog]

starter - @swanshard 

Nothing special this day was for Ranma, he was simply roaming around Cotes as he takes a slack on his daily training. Well, he lost to a girl who mimics him a few days ago. Can’t blame her strength even not in full potent. As his face gazes on someone.

“At least you aren’t someone i knew who is feisty and hated me that much. So, ya need something?”

[thiirdboy]

【 ⊳ 碇 】；

❝ AH — ! ❞ He’s not paying attention when he rounds a corner, gazing down at the pavement. There’s a street lamp in the corner of his eye, and suddenly there’s another pair of shoes on the ground — oh.

Shinji looks up from the ground a moment too late to notice someone coming his direction, and, well, one thing leads to another, his headphones are caught, and the walkman in hand is on the ground. He winces on hearing the impact.

❝ I’m sorry, I — ! ❞ Yet he’s the one to reflexively apologize, already kneeling down to grab the music player. It’s jarred to a halt and opened up, but thankfully it seems otherwise unharmed. ❝ I wasn’t looking, I didn’t see you coming...! ❞

@swanshard

[hiddendcncer-blog]

@swanshard

“Well well. I didn’t expect someone such as you to arrive here.” Inigo looked down at the other for a few moments before giving a smile. “You just arrive here?”

[leafslash]

❛ it’s a beautiful day outside . ❜

* UNDERTALE STARTERS ! // @swanshard

“ Y- Yeah, but – ”      BLOOOW!     “ It’s nice sure, but I can’t – sniffle – s- stop sneezing. ”Oh, the woes of springtime allergies. Ashton’s misfortune seems to find him in all aspects of life, and this is no exception. He lurches forward and sneezes once more, misty-eyed and miserable, and groans as he dabs his handkerchief against his running nose. He feels much like a dribbling faucet, tears leaking from his eyes and snot from his nose, and he’d much rather be taking refuge from the pollen under the comfort of his bed covers than be out here in the open air. Gyoro and Ururun chuff a noise that’s akin to a rolling of the eyes, and Ashton shoots an offended and accusatory look in their direction.   “ I’m not a whiner! You guys might be fine out here, but I’m not. ”Gyoro almost sounds like he snickers to himself, or as close as a dragon can get to it.“ Ngh... Never mind. It’s too much to argue with you two, ”    the mercenary whimpers, defeated yet again by his draconic companions. There’s an apologetic glance he shoots toward the young girl looking on at him; she must have expected a more pleasant conversation than this.   “ Sorry, er... I’m gonna have to go back inside. ”

[thiirdboy]

“ if i had… only come sooner, then m—maybe… ”

Decisive Battle | Accepting

❝ IT’S…IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT. There’s not a lot anyone can do from outside, anyway. ❞ Outside, as in, outside of here. Of NERV. They’re in NERV’s hospital wing. Someone must have granted her clearance. Misato. Probably Misato.

He’s not allowed to fully explain the Angels, but the existence of the EVAs to fight an external threat is public knowledge. He can assure her that this is normal, though. Slipping away is normal. Waking in a hospital bed is normal. Being bedridden beneath an unwelcoming, unfamiliar white ceiling is normal, normal, normal. Par for the course.

❝ Everyone says that there’s no one else that can do this, anyway, ❞ Shinji explains. His voice is weary, his eyelids heavy. Apparently the force of the final blow had him out for three days. ❝ Otherwise, it’ll just be pushed onto Ayanami, and Misato-san and the others will be short one person and people will be hurt…so I have to fight. As…as long as you’re not hurt, it’s okay. ❞

But I just want to rest. I don’t want to see these horrible things anymore. I just want him to know I’m trying.

❝ I m…might fall asleep again…s…sorry, Duck. ❞

[strawbelled]

   Getting run into while walking down the streets of Xalphina was definitely not on Ichigo’s list of things to do while simply enjoying her day. Yet, here she was, knocked onto the hard ground. For a second the fur on her ears and tail flared up in annoyance 

   “Hey! Watch-” she cut herself off as soon as she noticed the look of determination on the other girls face. Something about that look in her eyes...

   Her ears flicked, all the annoyance she had just felt vanishing almost in an instant. “Huh… you look like you were quite in a rush or something.” She picked herself up off the floor, dusting off her yukata (the sound of several chiming bells following her motions) “You really should be more careful though.”

❥  @swanshard​ / here

[scytheofredemption]

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Haseo finds himself doing a lot of the same things that was a frequent reminder of what he did in [THE WORLD]. A lot of that would include walking around, standing on the bridge until he got hungry and contemplate, or train. Today he found himself standing on the bridge in front of a rather decently sized lake and looking out. The fog was thick enough to obscure sight and the humidity was frizzing his hair slightly.

Even with that feeling he still felt a sense of calm wash over him.

“Huh? What’s that out there? It looks like a-” He squinted his eyes, was that a flash of yellow? 

[ravugetto]

❥ @swanshard

Her pinkish eyes sparkled at the sight in front of her. Love wasn’t an erudite when it came to ballet but the elegance in every and each step taken by a ballerina was something she could admire any time of the day. The pink precure stood there, silently staring at that unknown girl put every fiber of her very being on her tiny rehearsal. Enchanting could be a nice word to describe it although she barely used language like that. 

In some moment, that tiny trance was cut off and she was able to be her extrovert self again. Without any kind of respect for that unknown person’s privacy, Love stepped out of the bamboo thickness with a grin as friendly and excited as always when it came to her ultimate passion: Dancing. 

❝ Hey! You’re really good! I love ballet! ❞