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☾ ┊ ‘ Hey, Four-Eyes. Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you! ’

“I don’t have to listen to you,” Uryuu snaps.  “There is literally nothing you can say that will interest me.”

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Shinji offered his arm - he was a gentleman, after all.

“So,” he asked, “where do you wanna go first? They’ve got all kinds’a shit here - fun house, bumper cars, whatever.” 

He glanced sideways and smirked. “I’ve never really been the kinda guy who tries to win teddy bears for other people,” he told his dark-haired companion, “but I’ve been known to change my ways, if the vibe is right. Whaddya think?”

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I found an amazing photoshoot.

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☾ ┊ ‘ You have a big head. ’

“You have a big mouth, ‘n a small body. Not a good combination.”

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Prisoner

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          Upon her throne – staring down at him with narrow eyes. As if he is less than the specks of dirt on her boots.

          ☾ ┊ ‘  Oh? And what makes you say that?  ’

     Akon stood calmly as he was assessed. His shinigami robes had been replaced with a dull tunic and shorts, assuring no weapons or devices could be hidden on his person. Wrists tied behind his back, he stared back at the new, self-proclaimed queen of Los Noches.

     “Lack of control,” he replied, his voice even and bored. “You hold your spot with pure power, but there are enough of your ‘subjects’ that are unsatisfied. If you ignore this, and only respond to direct challenges, they will gain support and dispose of you.”

     It was all true, and despite his feigned disinterest Akon hoped she would take his warning to heart. She was a good person to have on the throne; she was easily controlled. Unfortunately the difficulty was keeping her in power, and keeping her from sabotaging herself.

     “When was the last time you looked into your guard? Are they as loyal to you as they should be?” he added, giving a sideways look to the hollow standing a few feet from him.

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Send⚡️ to comfort my muse during a storm! // Still accepting~

Sometimes, storms made Shunsui feel like a motherfucking god. 

Other times...

He shivered; he couldn’t help it. He was curled up into a tight, desperate, little ball, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Lightning flashed, and the room shone electric-bright for all of a split second, and then was dark and dead again. 

There was someone else here, too. Who it was, Shunsui didn’t know. He was keeping all of his senses - all of himself - wound in close and tight. 

He didn’t want to hurt someone by accident.

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Continued from here.

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Maybe he was a sick fuck for thinking it, but Shinji kinda liked the look that flashed across Cirucci’s face as she looked around the theme park. She looked almost dazed, Shinji thought. It was almost like the intense stimulation of this place scared her a little.

And when girls got scared, Shinji knew, strong men could sometimes be counted in to step in and protect them. 

Shinji’s smirk twitched. He was nothing if not an opportunist.

But Cirucci’s next move threw Shinji for a loop a little. He followed her gaze to the top of a big, tall tower, with a circular cart-like thing slowly climbing its way to the top. “Oh, yeah?” he ventured, as the cart suddenly plummeted all the way down the tower, and high-pitched screams split the air. “That’s your idea of fun, eh? You’re spunky, aren’t ya?” 

He grinned, and offered his arm. “Let’s go,” he said, and with that, he began to lead them both towards the short line that had formed at the base of the tower. 

Who knew? Maybe Cirucci would actually have a good time on this insane freefall of a ride, and she’d thank Shinji with a kiss or two. Or, maybe she would freeze up, and cling to him in tears afterwards. Shinji didn’t know her well yet, so it was too early to tell.

Either way, he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain. He’d learned long ago that beggars couldn’t afford to be choosers.

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“Knock Knock”

[Knock, Knock] 5. Your character walking in on mine waking from a nightmare

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Faces - grotesque, twisted - spun past Tsukishima like leaves in a winter wind. Too many in number to count, too fast to track, he spun. He knew those faces; the faces knew him. But they all taunted him, looming close then turning away. Never touching. Disappearing before he could make contact. Leaving him alone as more taunting faces rose up.

So alone.

And then there was Ginjou’s face, turning away from him, and Tsukishima lunged. Now he ran. Desperately, he ran.

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Sprawled as Shukuro was on the couch of his miniature mansion, trapped in the depths of dreams, he didn’t sense the visitor approaching the house. His book had fallen open on the floor, body shifting and twitching restlessly. In rest, his face was twisted, frowning, eyes flickering rapidly behind his eyelids.

Those eyes flew open when the door opened, and Tsukishima was on his feet, putting the couch between him and the petite Arrancar before he came fully awake. The startled expression was quickly swept under a mask of calm irritation. A quick swipe with his fingers and a flick of his head had mussed locks under control as well.

He walked slowly to retrieve his book. “Hello, Cirucci,” he greeted in his carefully neutral drawl, eyes and mouth feigning amusement. “Is there any particular reason to which I owe the dubious pleasure of your unannounced visit or are you just here on a whim?”