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rips the fattest fucking fart you've ever heard, just the absolute juiciest fart imaginable
*hair falls out from the stench*
‘what keeps you up at night?’
soft angst starters
A straight forward question should reward a straight forward answer. But like with so many things as of late, Aki hesitates. The idea of being so open, so vulnerable, with the very fears that eat away at her subconscious is… intimidating, to say the least. How does she explain what causes her to jolt awake, panting, shaking, and grasping at shadows at night? These things that lurk at the edge of her mind when awake, waiting for the chance to strike when her eyelids finally closed to sleep.
Fingers itch at her sides, nails digging into the flesh of her palm as eyes dart from the tattooed face to empty corners. She can’t bring herself to admit anything while looking at another person, another pair of eyes, waiting for whatever she might say and place judgement upon her childish fears and past actions. Even if it’s him. No amount of patience and understanding could let her be so open so fast.
There are memories, both old and new – some far too fresh in her mind, that still linger. Still haunt her every step. Eat at her confidence. Her faith. Remind her of her complacency. Of her lack of control. Of her rage.
Aki swears she can still see fire flickering at the edges of her vision when she wakes. Taste the tang of iron and smoke, smell the faintest wafts of cologne sticking to her clothes. It’s all there, burned into her very being. And no amount of repentance will ever take it away.
A small part of her wants to simply say ‘everything’. Everything that she’s ever done keeps her up. But it wasn’t that simple, and she wasn’t that brave. So she settles for something less obtuse, but still not quite as definitive. It’s a weak answer, maybe even immature, but it’s all Aki can give. For now.
“The past,” the young woman murmurs, gaze falling down to her hands, now woven together over her stomach, an uneasy breath escaping past her lips. “Everything that could’ve been different… had I tried.”
number 15: burger king foot lettuce. the last thing you want in your burger is foot fungus. but as it turns out, that might be what you gEt.
@uptune
❝ ARE you even old enough to be in here ? I don’t want a young ‘un like you being influenced by all these distasteful people. ❞
The sarcasm was obvious in his tone, and if Therion were to be honest, he didn’t really care if the other was of age to drink or not. Eyeing the other over the top of his glass, the thief began to wonder why Yusei was there to begin with. While the bar was running for the most part, it wasn’t exactly the busiest nor a top priority to visit for anyone. Everyone was too busy exploring the city, trying to fix it, or doing some other thing Therion didn’t care to remember. That was fine for him though, the less people the better.
bruno took light steps about the city. the mystery of his arrival left him with questions and there were no answers in sight... there was nowhere he could go to find the truth and more wandering brought on more questions. a part of him is thankful for this opportunity to thrive, but there’s guilt that lingers with him... and that guilt grew larger the second his eyes had laid on yusei.
like bruno, it seemed yusei was exploring as well. they’d always been kindred spirits, maybe due to the admiration bruno had held for him, but to find him here... he almost wants to write it off as an illusion. the second he speaks to him he’ll be scolded or even worse... maybe. but with all the weight on his shoulders, he still hurries to him --- he makes his way to the signer’s side and speaks:
“ yusei? ” nerves cause his voice to tremble so slightly. “ is that really you? ”
001. @uptune.
walks into bruno's bedroom in a sexy furby costume "how do i look?"
j……… juciy……….
gives him a lil kiss u_u
lips meet lips, red surprise rises to his cheeks as they’re pressed so gently. in the middle of work, just like this!? eyes grew wide, shoulders jump, a burning sensation hitting him — it’s sudden enough to steal his attention away from the machinery he found himself fond of. yusei always knew how to steal his gaze away; to be blessed with such a wonderful man by his side, how could he not be happy!? a silly grin spreads from ear to ear as a hand comes up to touch where contact was met. what a wonderful day this was!
“ yusei! you should give me a heads up next time, don’t you think? ” even if the words may intend to scold, there’s nothing but pure and simple euphoria that shows on this blue haired mechanic. oh, how bruno loved him — how he adored each minute by his side! a miracle to be granted so much joy in the face of a past so pained; the best way to spend his days was by his lover’s side. a blessing from a god, surely! there’s nothing but thanks for the world and the kindness of the man he’d share his life with for the opportunity. while unsure of why he was granted this chance, he’s content all the same. all that can ring in his mind is ‘ thank you, thank you! ’
“ i guess that just means i have to get a little payback… ” a giggle and a smile as bright as the sun itself. bruno makes his move, gentle hands placed on yusei’s shoulders as he leans himself down to reach. with the same sugar sweet tone, a kiss exchanged between pairs of soft lips — it’s this sort of soft love that he takes solace in, finds comfort in the home with a name that brings a beat to a false heart and warmth as tender as a blanket. with him, he belongs, and he’s so content with his new life that he could never change a thing. was it a crime to be this pleased?
when bruno pulls away, there’s nothing but pure bliss in his expression, nothing but a truly delighted man with affection in his eyes. “ i love you... i want to stay like this… forever. can we, yusei? ”
you're cute 😳
a quiet day. slow in terms of business, hardly a customer stopping by and nothing to do. the two sat side by side, bruno leaned forward on the table in front of them while resting his head on his arms. rest was hardly a necessity with his current body yet drowsiness seemed to capture him all the same — he yawns, burying his face so as to hide that fact. should he ask if they should just take the day off and sleep…?
with that idea in mind, he sits up, stretching his back and arms towards the sky. there’s a popping noise as he does so — that was fine, right? not like that meant anything … right? that’s not important! what was important was the question he intended to ask his best friend, expressing the desire for a short nap. as he’s about to open his mouth, he’s stopped short just before he could say anything. he’s cute? red tinge reaches his ears. to be able to blush is a surprising feature; it was built in to make him appear more natural — human. bruno laughs lightly.
“ you think so, yusei? ” a smile sugar sweet. it’s a compliment out of nowhere, no basis that he can find, but taken nonetheless. he’s so happy… “ i think you’re cute, too. much cuter than me! ” wait. what was he going to ask again? it’d slipped his mind pretty quickly. oh well! if he remembers it, he’ll ask him later! back to the waiting game!