Blue Burnt Black

"Don't waste my time." Saruhiko Fushimi 「K」Project Bleeding Heart APT. room #1 affiliated with Toshi City

[fuchimi]

Eagle

Eagle: Boasting some of the most impressive wings in the bird family, the eagle is a noble creature, but what does your muse think is their most impressive trait? If they even have one.

Saruhiko's only outstanding pride he has in himself would be that he has the learned ability to "protect" himself. I say that lightly because Saruhiko's self-preservation is not only selective and virtually impregnable, but also extremely harmful to himself and others in some cases. Others would understand this "protection" in terms of "putting up walls."

Walls are for barricading one's self away from outside influence. Those influences include harm, joy, and, most dangerously, change. What's allowed in is only what one would consider harmless or beneficial to themselves. Those things can be ideals, habits, or even people, which may or may not be even more harmful than the walls in retrospect.

My main point is that Saruhiko is stagnant and he's happy about it.

[toshiboard]

☁ toshi headcanon sunday!

Albatross: Not the best of psychological metaphors, huh? Does your muse have something they once or still do see as a curse in their lives? Have they tried to get rid of it and if not, would they?

Chicken: Fears tend to grasp at us every now and then, but what makes your muse bu-bu-buuuck like a chicken and run away?

Eagle: Boasting some of the most impressive wings in the bird family, the eagle is a noble creature, but what does your muse think is their most impressive trait? If they even have one.

Flamingo: Flamboyance! Just how sociable is your muse? Do they do better in flocks—ahem, crowds or are they the least gregarious person ever? Tell us what led to your muse being either a social butterfly or a loner.

Hummingbird: Known as one of the birds that can fly backwards, it’s a wonder on whether or not that’s an advantage. If your muse could travel back in time, what would they change - or more importantly, would they take up the chance?

Kiwi: Talk about turning a blind eye. How does your muse react to witnessing someone in danger or in need of help? Are they the type to fret over it but not do a thing out of fear, or will they step in immediately? A mix of both? Let us know!

Ostrich: Has your muse ever stuck their head in the ground about a certain subject? Have they blocked out the whole world just because of it? Or maybe something they simply do not want to talk about.

Owl: How does your muse view their surroundings? Are they completely one dimensional and only see it from one point of view, or do they tend to look all around them at every angle? Does that perhaps affect their overall decision making?

Parakeet: When you buy a pet bird, most people will tell you that it’s better to buy them in pairs. Does your muse have someone they regard as their ‘partner’ or pair up with the most? Be as vague as you like.

Pelican: Oh my word, look at that large mouth. It doesn’t look so big at first, huh? Does the same go for your muse? Do they have a secret hidden talent or fault that they don’t show on the outside? On what occasions does it show?

Penguin: Penguins can’t fly, but they’re excellent swimmers. Name something your muse has been insecure about in the past due to feeling perhaps left out or inadequate. Tell us how they got over it and found something they were good at!

Rooster: Wakey-wakey! Describe your muse’s morning routine - are they the type to get up on the dot, or do they hit the alarm clock across the room and pretend nothing woke them up? How do they go about getting their day started?

Scarlet Macaw: Oh, those colours go just grand together, darling! Let’s know about your muse’s fashion sense, if they have any at all. Are they absolutely awful at keeping up with the trends or do they pay attention to the fashionistas of the world?

Swan: Does your muse believe in true love, in the prospect of finding that one partner who is destined for them until the day they die? If not, how come? If so, do they have anyone in mind?

Dove: Free-range question!

Got any other great ideas for Meme Sunday? Feel free to submit anything to our trusty inbox!

[darkmephilia]

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[fuchimi]

fly high, wild misaki. saru & yata

[mi-cha-ki-deactivated20220223]

Even with his tanned skin, it was easy to tell when Yata was worked up and flushed. If not for that, his mess of a ‘do was a dead giveaway, too. He knew that Saruhiko was aware of his constant moving about, but up until this point he hadn’t been bothered about it. Once he got started with a task, it was difficult to interrupt him without getting scolded. Even when playing a game, it took a lot for him to give up when he kept getting bested by some sort of boss level. He was stubborn.

When he wasn’t given a straight answer, the bluet’s standing up caused Yata to blinked curiously and watch as he approached. It was only until that arm was around his waist that he realized his plan was dashed, stumbling after him with a little startled complaint. It was moderately unexpected though perhaps not totally surprising; the pair hadn’t really held much of a conversation all day due to Misaki’s running about. As Saruhiko hit the bed, Misaki tumbling after him, he figured that this was probably for the best that he was trapped against his fiance.

"Eh…" Releasing a sheepish sigh, the elder puffed up his cheeks before slowly relaxing his muscles. "I guess you’re right…" Most of his chores were finished with, anyway. He was rushing for little reason other than convenience. Caving to his lover’s will, he flashed a cheeky grin.

[fuchimi]

Once the two of them were settled on top of the comforter, Saruhiko relaxed fully. His wrist lay limping on the ginger's waist and his other arm supported his head from underneath the pillow. It was pretty stuffy in his bedroom -- always was -- but at least it wasn't hot. It was comfortable and if he wanted to, he could fall asleep like this. Hell, he'd been working on the program for quite a while now. He could do for a nap to ease the strain on his eyes.

But he knew Misaki. The other would probably become restless. He never was one that took to naps very easily. Misaki was definitely the type to wake up in the morning and not sleep until the night. Saruhiko would scoff but he was forced to be like that again now that he was back at work.

Narrow eyes watching Misaki's face, watching the subtle movements of his lips and eyes, Saruhiko thought that he could be just as content like this, awake. Lifting his hand, he gently brushed the ginger's cheek, pushing his soft hair back toward his ear. As usual, Misaki was impossibly warm, like a space heater.

"We can just order take-out tonight," Saruhiko said quietly, voice hushed to match the soft hum of his computer and the occasional clink of the A/C. It wasn't hard -- Saruhiko was naturally quiet. "I have something...important I'm working on, anyway. I'd feel pressured if I had to go out."

[fuchimi]

twinsies! teen idol mamo-chan and emo kid mamo-chan

[kxsetsu-blog]

{✮} Really, when going out that day, Tokiya hadn’t intended on running into anyone. His full intention was to go to a cafe, have some coffee, and read in peace. Well, and to get away from his roommates. Therefore, of course Tokiya was going to be surprised when someone nearly collided with him. Not to mention that someone looked… exactly… like… him…

He could have sworn he had been lying when he said he had a twin. “Oh,” The half comment slipped out without him realizing. “This is… odd.”

[fuchimi]

For a few moments, Saruhiko was startled silent, lips parted slightly in a gape. When he came to his senses, his jaw snapped shut with a clack of his teeth and he coughed to cover up a grimace from the sudden pain in his gums. How clumsy of him...

Turning his icy eyes up to the uncanny look-a-like, Saruhiko arched a thin brow, chin tilted downwards. This was certainly as the man said; odd. With a slight shyness about him, Fushimi mumbled softly.

"Y..yeah..." Damn, they even had the same cadence and pitch in their voice...

[fuchimi]

Maybe it was because he just arrived home after a two-month trip, but the HQ seemed a lot more tense than before he left. Saruhiko didn't ask, but it wasn't like anyone seemed willing to talk about what happened over the early summer. He was almost afraid to ask.

[la-pettitewitch]

[sapphireseduction-deactivated20]

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[fuchimi]

princekurusu started following you

Misaki's friend... That idol one.

[fuchimi]

twinsies! teen idol mamo-chan and emo kid mamo-chan

Saruhiko didn't much fancy the idea of looking toward the future. He didn't really plan things too far in advance and didn't have a career in mind. In an unromantic and cynical way, he went with the flow.

Getting out of bed, eating breakfast, working, and walking home today was just like any other day. Nothing too far out of the ordinary occurred. It was just a regular Saturday.

Until he nearly ran into a guy outside of a cafe. Saruhiko looked up, ready to glare, but for a moment he was startled and confused. That guy, his same height with dark blue hair and pale-ish blue eyes, both like his own. All that was missing was a pair was thick-framed glasses.

"...Ah..."

[fuchimi]

[fuchimi]

fly high, wild misaki. saru & yata

[mi-cha-ki-deactivated20220223]

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited.

Misaki was looking forward to his birthday, not because of gifts or a party, but mostly because he was aiming to spend it with Saruhiko. He was aware of its significance, too, and it was fine with him if they had a day inside instead of going out. They were still unpacking some things from their vacation which was reason enough not to go out and get more things… Well, regardless, he knew that things would be coming in the mail from his family, too.

Although he knew that he didn’t have to rush things, Yata was spending most of the Saturday afternoon cleaning and putting away what could fit in closets and drawers. The apartment had collected dust….

This was why he often moved up and down the hallway as he carried out his chores. He wanted as little to do tomorrow as possible so he could relax. If he knew that there were a lot of things that still needed to be put away or cleaned, he’d be antsy about it until it got done. And the last thing he wanted to do on his birthday was clean. It was important that he got to spend it doing what he wished, even if it meant simply lazying about with his fiance. 

As his chores came to an end, the ginger finally made his way to where Saruhiko had cooped himself up, peeking into the bedroom and flashing a bright smile. Unsurprising, seeing him there toying with his laptop.

"I’m almost done cleaning! Do you wanna come to the grocery store to pick up tonight’s dinner ingredients?" 

[fuchimi]

Saruhiko stared at the other male for a little bit as he spoke. Even from his position is the dimly lit bedroom, he could see color in Misaki's face and his hair was a bit spikier than usual. Usually he got like this after doing some manual labor and Saruhiko knew he was unpacking like a madman. The bluet huffed softly, getting up from his desk and making his way over to the ginger.

Pulling the door open and out of Misaki's grasp, Saruhiko hooked an arm around the shorter male's waist and pulled him into the room, lazily pushing the door shut behind him so that only a sliver of light filtered in. Saruhiko pulled Misaki through a small path in the room that was clear of his own boxes, eventually landing on the bed and yanking Misaki down with him. Barring him with his arm across his chest, Saruhiko held Misaki close to his chest and sighed.

"Rest for a bit, will you?" he said in a grumpy murmur. As expected, Misaki was warm and his skin was slightly sticky to the touch. "We just got back. Our stuff doesn't have to be situated immediately, you know..."

[fuchimi]

fly high, wild misaki. saru & yata

Misaki's birthday. Misaki's first birthday since they made up.

Saruhiko was chewing on his thumb nail as his opposite idly pressed keys on his laptop. The program he was working on was eating up every input he gave it like candy, though some of those clicks and taps were unintentional, in which Saruhiko would swear under his breath and work out the kinks he'd caused. Programming was an awful way to spend one's time, in his opinion.

Then again, this came from the perspective of someone who was much more acclimated to tearing programs apart. Building was harder than destroying.

The only times Saruhiko paused in his work was when padded footsteps carried down the hallway of the apartment. In those moments, Saru'd pull up a web browser and search something on a wikia page or find some meaningless video on ToshiTube to watch until his roommate, who was incidentally also his fiance and tomorrow's birthday boy, wandered back into the main part of the apartment.

This time, however, Saruhiko's chest rapidly grew tight as his bedroom door was pushed open and a familiar head of shaggy ginger hair poked in, silhouetted by the hallway light.

"Need something?"

[ryoujizukis-blog]

His goal was more to please than exhaust, as it’s easier to get ants with sugar than salt, right? Right.  And as a person who constantly sits at the bottom of the food chain at home thanks to someone, he’s mastered the art of flattery beyond human ability.

Nodding in understanding, Ryoji pivoted on his heels, ”Now, don’t go anywhere.” before making his way to the cafe.

“Here you are; one hazelnut cappuccino with cinnamon; wet and 16oz.”  He was quite proud; it was amazingly not busy in the cafe, and he even got a few free winks at the cute barista.

[fuchimi]

At the stranger's command for him not to move, Saruhiko nearly snorted and rolled his eyes as they left the scene. Saruhiko was thankful that the other male was at least considerate, but the whole thing was annoying nonetheless. Saruhiko and his neverending irritation with pretty much everything and everyone.

At least he was never disappointed this way.

While the yellow-scarved man was gone retrieving a replacement, Saruhiko tossed the emptied cup and its bent lid into a trash bin on the curb, all the while skirting the dark puddle on the sidewalk. It should rain today, he thought. That coffee wouldn't be there very long.

Upon the return of the male, Saruhiko gave a slightly impressed look and nodded as he took the drink. "Hopefully I won't be late for work. Thank you, I guess."

[ryoujizukis-blog]

That was tragic; the unsightly sight of someone else’sbeverageof choice leaking onto the ground, caused by yours truly.

“My apologies, the sun must have been in my eyes; it’s rather bright these days, huh?”

Tongue clicking aside; as he’s had far worse done to him over something smaller than knocking coffee out of a cup, he knew it was time to do what had to be done.  

“Let me make it up to you,” time to crank up the charm factor, ”It was my mistake, thus, allow me to replace it with whatever you’d like.  As, it’s only fair, right?”

[fuchimi]

Ah, this was one of those "upbeat-types." Saruhiko was already exhausted from dealing with him. Adjusting his glasses, the bluet's glare watered down to a scowl.

"I would suppose so," he replied, yet there was no sarcastic tone in his voice. Stooping, Saruhiko picked up the lukewarm cup and its lost lid, careful not to splash any remaining coffee in it on himself or the offending stranger. Nodding his head sharply in the direction of the cafe a few storefronts away, Saruhiko narrowed his eyes at the raven.

"16 oz hazelnut cappuccino, wet, with cinnamon."

[fuchimi]

"Oi-- Watch where you're going, would you?"

A scornful click of his tongue and a venomous glare at the person in front of him might have made the lanky male out to be an oni. His pale hand retained the position of holding an object, presumably a cup, which was reinforced by the paper coffee cup on the group with steaming liquid still leaking out onto the sidewalk. Rolling his eyes, Saruhiko narrowed his eyes at the offender before him.

[jenpyon]

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