#jukudoku

[savefiled]

They're watching you Jevil.

[useup]

@jukudoku said : no sleep ? that's easy to solve . just get some of the strongest magic you've ever seen to blast your ass to sleepyland .

" ... does that mean you're going to kill me , or make me sleep for a hundred years .

either way . i'm ready . "

[nursewashing]

"theyre doing shady things to our yogurt!" from.. bruno 😔

our beautiful groupchat sentence starters, part 2 | accepting!

❛ i know, i know... ❜ anya sighs, shaking her head with a prominent pout on her face. ❛ pony express has some rather, um, questionable practices when it comes to the food they serve us. it's really a shame. i mean, there was even some scandal about the ingredients in the food dispenser sacs... ❜

trailing off, her eyes suddenly widen and she makes a backpedaling type of gesture with her hands at bruno. anya realizes how her words might come off; thelast thing she wants is to concern her friend about food when eating is so very important.

❛ n– not that i think you need to worry! i'm sure the yogurt is perfectly adequate, even if the flavor of it is kind of, um... shady? ❜

[nursewashing-a]

part of being a nurse is causing a bit of pain, if only for the greater good; anya takes great care in minimizing the amount of suffering, but she knows in her heart that it'll be better than leaving bruno with an open, bleeding wound on his arm.

❛ oh, please don't apologize. it's perfectly okay... better to have some stitches than for it to get worse, no? ❜ a smile shows on her face, gentle as her nimble hands. ❛ and thank you for the kind words. it feels nice to get a bit of appreciation for what i do. ❜ god knows that few others aboard the ship did. a soft, self-effacing little chuckle escapes her lips as she finishes off the stitching.

❛ there you go... this should do the trick. please give me a moment. i- i need to get a bandage, as well. ❜ she hurried across the medical room, conscious of the time she's taking and not wanting to prolong any discomfort. ❛ what happened to cause such an injury, bruno? ❜

@jukudoku - continued from here

[beforecreation]

He's never hated life links so much before today. He's swinging at the air and kicking walls. Truly seething.

[extorris]

little girls possessed few words. a lack of tools does not mean an absence of thought;  when unease stumped and silenced her, overwhelming emotion brewed within—- pushing, prodding, building ‘til it pushed their confines apart. an outburst was unlikely with minerva, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen. this time, she was on the brink, threads of sewn fabric torn. 

it was supposed to be a fun day! who doesn’t like learning? she did! but the way her peers regarded her, spoke to her, dismissed her excitement… it hurt. worst of all; it felt as if it was her fault. 

so of course, it was within @jukudoku’s vicinity that those threads ripped, spilling its heavy contents.

her eyes avoid her father’s face—- fearing his expressions, his judgment. she pictures his comfort, but the uncertainty brings her overwhelming anxiety.  tears sting her eyes.  “ they were mean to me today. ”  she cannot possibly formulate more, or else she would shatter.

[crocifissione]

so what exactly does one do when attending an occasion like this?  merely watch how sewing tape coiled around @jukudoku’s limbs and torso? try and calculate those unusual measurements himself through context clues?  own hands take refuge in the comfortable pockets of his aquamarine overalls, occasionally meeting wamuu’s gaze and flashing a smile.

however, that smile dissipated the moment wamuu turned around as ordered.  something burned in the pit of his stomach.  eyes cannot tear themselves away from the tailors which buzz around his lover.  their silent tongues and exchanged glances speak their own language—- a piqued interest, a reticent intrigue. their hands linger a little longer than they need to (he knows. he’s sewn garments himself before. there’s no need for such precise, specific touch); and his teeth grind against one another.

perhaps his hypocritical internal turmoil (what would my hypothetical, long-deceased ancestors think?  what if i’m too intense for a balanced man like him? what if i cannot compare to—-) is to blame, but the sight of yearning hands traversing the body of his beloved triggered all-permeating anxiety. instinct drives the impatient self as he approaches wamuu, standing still before him as his throat is cleared. 

a hand emerges from his pocket, hovering a little ‘til it presses its palm to wamuu’s abdomen. a few ticks are spent there, savoring the natural warmth, before traversing upwards.  not a word is exchanged, but caesar’s body language (a light scowl, a sudden need for closeness) speaks for itself  :  i don’t like what is happening at all.  emerald hues seek out the tailors, find them, and watch how they awkwardly excuse themselves.

his attention turns to wamuu then.  his gaze casts itself upwards, fixating on his lover’s visage. 

“  i don’t like them much.  ”  bitterness twists the observation into a complaint, spat through barely-opened teeth. “  did you notice how they dawdled? shameful.  ”

[dyavol]

@jukudoku

"See this, Mr. Supreme Kai? This is my happy face. I'm so happy right now, like, that it'd blow you away."