#yuenbufu

[stellacity-blog]

Okay, things are a little crazy while i get my moving stuff sorted, so would it be alright for me to request a hiatus for Yusuke and Eve? Hopefully I'll be back and settled soon, and it's,,, admittedly a little late in my inactivity to be requesting one but! Better late than never, right? c':

Exactly! A hiatus can never hurt when you’re so busy.

Both of them have been put on hiatus for you until June 15th! Good luck with moving!!

♎ libra

[celliist]

@yuenbufu​

Yawning, Cerise stretched her arms upward until her back gave a satisfying pop. It was strange getting used to a communal living area, very much like how she imagined a college dorm would be. A college dorm in a very bad area. But, she was craving a peanut butter and pickle sandwich and with how late it was, the idea of running into someone didn’t even cross her mind. 

Placing her half eaten jar of peanut butter on the counter, she crouched and began to move different jars around on the shelf until she pushed a sealed jar of beets aside, revealing her precious pickles. The bread and peanut butter was easily put together - it was when she tried to open the jar she ran into trouble. After a moment of straining, Cerise put the jar (and her pride) aside and began to search the drawers for some sort of silicone jar opener. So focused on the hunt, she failed to realise the racket she was making or notice the person who was stood in the doorway. 

[rengokuni]

🌺 !!

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair.

The face is only vaguely familiar, as Sakichi’s only interacted with him once, but it’s a coincidence that it happened to be precisely this situation, only reversed. The flower Yusuke carries is barely pink, shot through with delicate darker veins; the star shape of the petals is offset by the whimsical curl of the center of the bloom. Sakichi turns his head slightly to the side as Yusuke threads the dusky brown stem through his hair, just above his bun. He tugs down the other end as it makes its way through, looking back up at his companion with a faint smile. 

“I see we have met again,” he says, somewhat amused. “Perhaps we should put this up to appointment next time, not chance.”

[calamitasgemina-blog]

ツ !! ((heck me up fam))

meme | accepting !

[recello-blog]

ツ !!

                                        Meme  ➟ Accepting!

[moonstudentmagus-blog]

🌺

“Ah, thank you!” She smiled at the unexpected flower placed in her hair. She didn’t know much about flowers, only that Nero associated herself with roses, but having it placed in her hair by the man made her feel...cute.

[stellacity-blog]

So. I was thinking I should probably leave it at one muse for now, but then a certain someone made me watch Yuri on Ice and now I'd like to reserve Jean Jacques Leroy if I haven't been beaten to it! Today is (technically) the 17th of April, and you can contact me at ambralia on tumblr or ohyaichiko on twitter!

Alrighty then! Jean Jacques Leroy has been placed on reserve for you until April 24th!

♏ virgo

[sagerobot-blog]

| @yuenbufu |

He knew Monaca — the girl he cared about the girl he liked, loved maybe — was not as sweet or nearly innocent as he had assumed. She didn’t have the same goal as him. She didn’t even care about Paradise or the children who were suffering.

…but worst of all, he disappointed her.

He couldn’t let that happen again. He would make her proud, he would make her see just how useful Paradise was going to be. He couldn’t just let all of his and the Warriors of Hope’s hard work go to waste like that. It was too late to turn back, even if he was no longer in Towa City.

So, he decided to try again, even if he was on his own this time. That will surely impress Monaca. He had written down his plans on a piece of notebook paper. For now, he had to keep things simple. Be cautious. He wrote down simple notes on how to kill an adult who’d usually pass by an alleyway. He wrote down the time they’d go through there, where he should hide, things like that. He tried to keep it vague, but the notes made it clear he wasn’t up to anything good.

It was going to be the appointed time soon enough, so he wanted to take one last look to make sure he was ready to go. And also to build up some courage—he couldn’t chicken out now. No way.

“…where’d it go?”

Panic started to seep in. It was crumpled in his pocket, yet he didn’t feel it or see it anywhere on or near him any longer.

“D—Did I drop it? No, that’s not possible…”