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My older brother just told me a story a story from when he was in high school. A student had gum and he (the student) threw it on the ceiling and it got stuck and later a professor was standing in front of the student's desk and the gum fell on the professor's head. The professor looked around, angrily asked "WHO THREW THAT" and the student, the absolute fucking madlad, looked at him straight in the eye, and just went:

"God."

And then the teacher slapped him, and then they got in a fistfight.

Someone, in stunned silence: Then, Uhm…What’s your actual name then?

___: Some “friends” you guys are…

Now it’s like an odd game of everyone trying to guess who they assumed “Yuu” ACTUAL name is.

(literally- my old friends would try to guess my middle name, whereas new people/acquaintances tried to guess the govt name)

*? Yuu Au*

Azul makes a presentation titled "Things we know about Yuu" to show during a dorm leader meeting and it's one slide that just "Their name is Yuu [possibly]"

Yall, this scene broke me. I still can't believe this was a real thing.

so you know the undertale song 'one true love' when metaton comes out in a dress and sings at you while throwing flower petals

i knew what to expect. i had read about this, because i am unable to resist spoilers if i see them.

that did not stop me from being half-convinced that i was having a fever dream and/or hallucinating.

i just. yeah

can i rq strade scent / sweat kink hcs ? ( if ur comfortable with it ofc ^-^ )

a/n: omg pls anon, sweaty smelly hairy men are my weakness :''3 thank you for the request!!

{ strade x gn! reader}

warnings/tags: NSFW, sweat and blood licking, armpit sniffing and licking, body pinning and smothering, body worship, biting.

Strade's natural scent is a complex blend of sweat, leather, and motor oil, carried by an underlying note of earthiness akin to freshly turned soil. A hint of copper lingers too, intensifying whenever fresh blood stains his skin. His aroma grows more pungent after long hours in the shop or when he skips showers, each element combining to create a distinctly raw and potent musk.

His sweat has a tangy and salty quality that clings to the skin, underpinned by a distinct metallic sharpness. When on your tongue, this pungent mix becomes almost overwhelming, each flavour distinct and bold.

Strade might find you even more endearing if he discovers that you're aroused or affected by his natural odours. He'd tease you for being a 'little weirdo,' as he smothers you with his warm, sweaty body.

He'd pull your face into his armpit, allowing you to indulge in his distinct scent: strong, musky, and intoxicatingly male. As you shudder with delight, he'd watch your reactions closely, a smirk playing on his lips. "Like what you smell?" he'd taunt, before tightening his grip around your head just enough to restrict your breathing. Then, he'd encourage you further, "Go on, taste it," as you hesitantly extend your tongue to the damp skin, the salty tang of his sweat mixing with the unique musk of his body.

When he pins you down, his weight presses evenly against you so you can feel every contour and line of his muscular frame. The heat from his body coupled with the texture of his sweat-dampened skin are intoxicating. As you trace your hands and lips across the broad expanse of his chest and abdomen, you feel the subtle stickiness of his sweat against your bare skin. His scent—a heady mix of musk— envelops you completely, leaving you immersed in his essence.

After your blood is on him and he's warm, sweating from exertion, Strade would position himself to give you ample opportunity to worship his body. Starting from his feet and moving upwards, he'd instruct you meticulously: "Don't miss a spot." He'd revel in the sensation of your nose and lips on his heated skin. With every kiss and inhale you'd savour his scent, devotedly lapping up your own blood as it trickles down his hairy, sweat-slicked body.

Strade may even turn the tables on you, indulging in his own perverse curiosities. He'd pull you close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers a taunting challenge. "Let's see how you taste," he'd murmur, before taking long, deliberate inhales of your scent, his nose brushing along the curve of your jaw. Then, with a wicked grin, he would extend his tongue, tracing a slow, tantalizing path down your neck and along your shoulder, savouring the briny taste of your sweat as if it were a delicacy. He'd then bite hard enough to draw blood, swirling his tongue along your skin to make a mess of the wound and mix the flavours of iron-rich blood with salty sweat.

God I miss miiverse for the silly things like these.

One of the winners of the 2013 "Year of Luigi" official Miiverse art contest, drawn by user "Zapp/ゼップ" from Germany and depicting a stylized interpretation of Dreamy Luigi from Mario & Luigi: Dream Team.

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