#bakusaijin

[melonchanic]

"--There's a waiting line, I'm a highly requested mechanic." rissa would state as if it were news that everyone should know. one glance was all she took before returning to her scribbling, fingers moving at an alarming rate with no rest, her gaze fixating upon her torn notes scattered across the floor and desk, that to which her little buddy ( an early invention ), was frantically scooping up the many tossed notes covered in scribbled out ideas.

[woebringer-blog]

/sUCCESS --

[woebringer-blog]

/l'oreal would sell like hotcakes on yuri's hair honestly smh

[woebringer-blog]

/the source of all of your bad luck yuri tbh

at least it's flowing and pretty --

[xmilitis]

▌┇ 「 ‖‖‖‖‖‖‖‖‖ 」⁘ └ＴＡＲＧＥＴＳ ＡＣＱＵＩＲＥＤ        [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]

[ ϟ ] ——;;         ❝ Tch. If you had wanted to get a bullet               in between your eye sockets, try               pulling that stunt again. Just don't               come to me when you need               someone to bail your ass out. ❞

[comminuta-archive-blog]

⊀▒【 Ｓｈａｔｔｅｒｅｄ 】▒⊁ Crouching on the edge of the path her hand was outstretched toward a bush, waiting for was hidden within. She mumbled softly, coaxing. It took a while but out poked the small black head of a kitten, dirty and neglected. Her bottom lip was bitten. The poor thing.

                              A small smile was given and a sniff to her finger was received. That slender digit went up to stroke the side of the kitten's head, a purr being given in response.

                                                                                                        ❝ It is alright... ❞

                                                                                Her voice was soft and gently, a whisper almost. Soon she was able to pick the feline up and caress it in her arms. She would care for the tiny thing.

                                      When she stood she turned abruptly to begin walking back along the path but she caught herself. She had almost ran into someone.

                                                                                                  ❝ Oh...Uhm...I am sorry. ❞

[kokuunokamen]

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There is a deep nick across the surface of his Blastia, still sharp and unfaded unlike the rest of the old worn scratches on the red core. The ‘scar’  across the mechanical heart was matched perfectly on either side by a recent wound, one long continuous gash across both mediums from the strike of a sword. It was healing but visible, and will be for the rest of his life.

A mark delivered by the sword of Yuri himself, the last strike made under the Temple of Baction.