‘ who wants to fight against gravity ? ’
indie chuuya nakahara. written by reese. est. october 2016
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‘ who wants to fight against gravity ? ’
indie chuuya nakahara. written by reese. est. october 2016
“ ehehe~ i’ve gotten everything i need to bake this special cake for alice~ she’s going to love it when she get’s here tomorro- GAH!! “ with his usual clumsiness, he stumbles over his own untied shoe lace, all his groceries falling to the ground along with him. “ e-eh?! n-no, no! “ he became teary eyed as he quickly set to work trying to pick up the scattered groceries, some of them with their contents spilled out of their boxes and bags. ah, what a mess he’s made. he doesn’t even realize that he’s caught the attention of some people around him. // @lifends sc.
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painting the roses RED . we’re painting the roses RED …
fuck i accidentally made his eyes blue
anyone else remember this game cus the chibis are so fun to make fsdgs
the game is from here if anyone else wants to do it!!
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painting the roses RED . we’re painting the roses RED . . .
god i missed lewis’s aesthetic i love his aesthetic so much
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Flowers by Frans Mortelmans
h-hewwo? hewwo???? anybody miss this dumb blonde boy???
“ a mission.. i see.. “ a pained expression flashes across his face, but gave way to that of a stoicism matching his superior before him, or at least he tried. not another mission, he thought. he couldn’t take any more. every time he went out on one of those dreadful ‘ missions ‘ he felt like he was going to cry or explode, one of the two.
however, he made no such remark, relayed no such protest, and rather simply followed such orders without so much as a peep. stepping fully out of the mirror, he dusted off his clothing ( switched from his old sweaters to a now black ensemble like the rest of the black sheep here ), and glanced at the other to let him lead the way, saying nothing in return. his heartbeat felt like it was quivering in his own chest, ready to pop, and he dug his own nails into the palms of his hands in order to calm himself of his nerves. // @skullcrxsher cont.
darknessmysxrrow:
“Oi. I’ve called your name like five times now.” Chuuya grumbled, a rather lengthy scowl on his face. However, he let out a sigh, formerly tense shoulders loosened considerably. The executive attempted a smile, aiming to make the mood a little lighter.
“Were you daydreaming again~ Back in a fantasy world, with those sweets you like?” The mafioso laughed heartedly, hoping a playful thought would counteract the deep darkness of drowning depression.
“You truly are a fairytale Prince.” Chuuya spoke the nickname in English, believing it to be more suitable than his native tongue. Someone with such proper, yet adorable taste couldn’t be anything less!
the attempt at lightheartedness was.. a bit uncomfortable to say the least. it was not something he was expecting from a port mafia executive, that was for sure, nor did he really attempt to return it in kind. honestly, he felt like he had forgotten to smile with how much shit he’s seen in this hell.
“ an ouji? “ he spoke in japanese to counteract the other’s english, orange-brown cusp eyes staring up at the other from where he sat. “ i.. i wouldn’t call me that. rather, i’m more like a broken crowned prince, if anything.. “ his speech slowed to a muttering under his own breath, eyes glancing away from the other nervously. “ u-um, anyways, was there something you needed, nakahara-san? “ he wanted to quickly change the subject.
corruptiio:
It was odd for someone of his status to think anything of someone with a
lower ranking, and yet Chuuya had no care for what individuals considered
strange. After all, he was not living for them. Chuuya, even with his rank, was
used as a weapon, so who was he to toss away a somewhat smaller
weapon? Their unity should bring them together even if it might be risky to
form any bonds while being a mafioso. It was better to be alone, and yet
Chuuya could not do that.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just trying to keep you alive.” He’s not a saint, but
Chuuya has heart, more so than most Port Mafia mafiosos. Chuuya knew
Lewis could take care of himself when that Ability took over, but dodging the
police was priority. They were no match for either Ability user, but that didn’t
mean Chuuya was foolish enough to make themselves known. Being
ambiguous to the police was a rule in some ways.
a nod of such, and he continued walking in harsh silence. i don’t want to be alive though.. he thought to himself, but he wouldn’t dare say that in front of his superior, especially not a superior that was kind enough to keep him alive. though, it did rather surprise him. he’d worked with the man known as nakahara chuuya before this, and had seen his fighting up close and personal. it was almost amazing to watch how strong the guy was. and not to mention all the rumors floating around the mafia headquarters that were so amazing, so unbelievable.
snapping him away from his own thoughts was the sound of heavy footsteps and shouting and police sirens. lewis became nervous, peeking behind him to see if they had caught up yet. no one was there, but it didn’t calm him down. “ n-nakahara-san.. “ he muttered, turning to the other for any sort of guidance.