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Buenas noches ! Volviendo después de unas vacaciones . Les dejo una sabrosa idea donde nos divertimos colocando tres bochas de helado del sabor que más les guste cobertura de chocolate y un chorrito de amarulla. #amarulla #helado #chocolateaguila #conexiongourmet #gourmet #gourmetexperience #experience #sabroso #pasoapaso #cocina #cocinafacil #relax #relaxtime (en Resistencia, Chaco)

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Unchanged

YullenWeek: Renevant Warning: kinda of spoiler? Nothing that wasn't shown in the manga tho Is the pressure that deepens the cut, he thought. He was carrying a bunch of books, from a section to another, helping the Science Division with something beyond his comprehension. Link was following him, a sour face right behind. Ahh. Was that a rule between the crowns that they all should always be like that, kinda invisible and positivity angrily? And then, while passing thru the never ending glasses all around the gothic hallway, there was He. The disfigured form, chained in a scary smile. Allen sighed, shrugging. There was no point in yell for Link and point the figure, he knew. No one besides him could see. The bizarre creature appeared even on the most unnecessarily moments, filling the Exorcist’s mind with the darkest visions of the future. This thing. This guy, he was inside him. And Allen was not very found on the thought of letting he go outside. Introspection Implosion. Anything. He needed to revert this situation. What was it? Would it be like to reborn inside his own body? But at the end he was still Allen Walker, right? He did not want to keep on living like that, without answers. Maybe, someone could help him. Oh. The one, the one who usually came, so casually, back from the dead, would know how to bring his back – back?- to his life. The one, the same one that always hammered his mask, liberating the truly personality of the cursed one. Yep. No one better than Yu Kanda to give some crude facts to the classy doubts. And that's how he arrived at the – always confuse – Supervisor Room, felling a lot like his truly –Dark- self. Pitch black, ready to be called, oh so thoughtfully, “Moyashi”. “Oi, Bakanda! Can you get out of the way already?” He dropped the books on Komui’s desk, neglecting his cries. “MOYASHI!” There was it, the vein, angrily popping out from his forehead. The swordsman hand was already touching the Mugen. Lenalee, who was also there, gave a couple of sympathetic touches on Link’s shoulders. “It's Allen, Kanda. Oooh, right. I forgot, you see, that you are pretty dumb…” And it was done. The chaos spread uncertainly, with some papers flying and one voice getting louder there and there. Link kept asking why, why, this had to be his job. Lavi laughed, dodging objects, searching some papers that he was not supposed to read. Reever was pulling Kumui’s ear because the Oh Great Supervisor tried to escape during the growing mess. And Allen felt, oh, he felt so alive. His members suspiciously tangled on Kanda’s, theirs bodies rolling togheter in the ground, covered on the well know thin sweaty, old company from so many moments shared in so many places. Yes. It was good to be there, with him, being Allen Walker.

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The Fallen Ones

Yullen Week: Absolution Warning: Spoilers.  No Drawing this time because someone spent the day reading No Game No Life non-stop, that’s why.

It all started with a fight. As always.

Allen woke up and couldn't help to notice the dark signs climbing Kanda's hands, following his veins. And, of course, he couldn't help to keep his trap shut either. What started with solicitude turned into sarcasm in front of the – very rude – silence of the swordsman.

They were soon getting a lot of attention.

Kanda tried to get out of the room, not counting that the stupid Moyashi would follow him. They started to yell, to trip on the citizens and to slam every damn door that stood on their way until one of them opened to a desert theater.

Old, abandoned. Had something of Martel in it, a deep melancholy with the kinda sympathetic rubbish. Maybe because of the familiarity, they finally felt comfortable enough to go down to business.

No more words or aggressive gestures towards furniture.

They were serious. Punches, hits. The sound of flesh against flesh and the faint smell of blood. They were... tired.

Kanda already had too much on his head without the non-stop babbling in what the Moyashi insisted. 

But Allen needed to talk about his pathetic situation. His master had disappeared – died?. He was seem no more as an exorcist but as an Noah- a dirty version of the Fallen Angel, or at least something on the way to that. The only thing that kept him as himself was... His personality? Oh well but, them, who was him, again? And who was the Earl? 

Everything is fine. Everything is toooottaly fiiinne.

He was a sinner, one of the worst and lowest kind. 

Not that Kanda seemed to care at all. As usual. But, wasn't it funny? He could feel, by every hit he took, what Allen was thinking. The brat decided to be a martyr, drowning himself on self-pity, just because he was some kind of indefinite thing. 

As if he was the only one. As if he expect to get some compassion from an aberration.

An stupid project of a Holy Warrior, some elevated apostle, that could come back to life to keep on fighting against the darkness. As if he wasn't a sin on his very existence, an taboo that had been broken by dirty human hands and their pitch-black technology.

They were both lost, and guilty way beyond salvation. The first kiss come with blood. 

Allen punched him, Kanda grabbed him- e throwed the pale body against the wall, as if Allen Walker wasn't any more important than a bunch of potatoes. The swordsman felt him lip being bitten, but the rage were already being changed by the urge. Their sins would find redemption between those bodies. It was euphory, hungry, thirst. Submission, control, madness, desperation. It was tortuous, but they didn't care.

Allen could hear a laugh in his head, the calling of the fallen ones. Kanda, ah, Kanda just wasn't giving a flying fuck to the black signs growing bigger on his arms.

They were lost, tearing clothes, feasting in lust, burning all shame into ashes. No one needed guilty while there were hand running thru bodies, the brathing faster and the members begging for pleasure. No one needed forgiveness while the mouths attacked so furiously, getting more mark to the already so, oh so many times, tainted and wounded in battles. All battles. Ah,  they had already sinked so low. Fallen so hard.

At least there, on the floor, sweaty and loud, they could at least be nothing more than humans.

Sometimes, this is all the absolution that one needs.

[lexiuno]

Amarulla is fucking good

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#Amarulla - the #coffee #alcohol Most certainly the most delicious #alcoholic #drink ever (at Kole Kole Resort)

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Tek alkol üreten ağaç: Amarulla

Tek alkol üreten ağaç: Amarulla

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