#yesfxckyxu

[sapphiresands-moved]

@yesfxckyxu​ from here

Critical, yes. But Sevren has yet to remove the blade from his wound. Once he does so, the time magic running through him will reverse said damage, healing the injury– Such is not something he wishes Jack to know about.

But how can it be avoided now?

“Did I?” he flipped his hair. “So you’re one that finds those covered in blood attractive? I’m very experienced with your type. As for the contest? I would win without issue, unless you are also part of it, my friend.”

Quite lively for someone bleeding– Sevren is able to make these remarks between spells of dizziness, and pain. The shoulder is very much needed as Sevren leans into him with a sigh.

“See, I was worried you would go for revenge. But… I am not the violent type myself. I prefer to escape the situation. I do hope I have lost them, but I can not say for certain.”

“The downside to my appearance is that I often become a prime target for the more brutish types. If you have any bandages, I can tend to myself.”

He moved to pat the other’s back, with what little strength he could manage.

“You’re a welcome sight after such an attack.”

He’s yet to learn of the other’s motives, and if he can be trusted or not. But in the face of needing help, Sevren has to let his guard down a little. They could still be on his tail, after all.

[illholy]

❝  woo ⸻ I win today. ❞ a dull cheer came, unmoving still ; remaining to be his captor. she missed him too it seems, so she'll ignore the plea for a moment, rubs her face along the flat of his back and hums. ❝  it's important to remind yourself that you're alive, so you're very welcome. ❞

Letting go was inevitable ( to her disappointment, ) ; she did come with a present after all and she needs her hands to give it to him, shame ! ❝  also, for you. ❞ a paper bag containing various sorts of snacks and drinks. ❝  and also, I'm back. Hope you missed me. ❞

⤿ @yesfxckyxu , continued.

[tribus-semitae]

@yesfxckyxu​  continuation from ask

This guy was the type she usually avoided interacting, he kinda reminded her of a friend who often did go all analytical and head deep into topics that are beyond her understanding. Just, unlike her friend this guy wasnt so endearing and she had a nippy feeling in back of her head that he is trouble brewing. 

To his theatrical speech, she takes a sip from the can of beer she had in hand. The reason why she was out tonight was to support a friend preforming in a live talent show in local bar. There was all kinds of gigs, dancers, comedians, singers, bands, reminded her of early days when she started with her own performances. Things were pretty simple back then...

“Mmmm, art is a subjective thing, or at least some people belive that shit “ she adds with a chuckle. “However as much as you can be open minded, you also gotta call out bullshit when you see it “  which is something she was doing right now. 

The redhead  offers a smirk back at him, lazily gazing at the oddball before her. “You could say I am, guess what I am and I will buy a  drink “ thought it could be somewhat obvious, mostly clad in leather with jacket, tight pants, boots and a crimson corset. Across the chest she had a tattoo that spread across collarbone, a tribal wings with heart drawing in the center. 

After all, being lead singer of a metal band, you gotta have a certain image no?

[smokes-and-bullets]

"Do you think this year is going to be any better from the last?" Jack asks, tilting his head upwards to Francis, "I know we can't prepare for the future, but, I'd rather have the future be at least somewhat manageable with the people that mean the most." Which, did include Francis. "I'm holding it to you that we spend more time together."

"I really don't know.. It's always been the same for me year after year.." Not really hopeful words and he was quick to realize this. "Though new year, new beginnings right? That's what it's all about, a chance for things to be better than what it was before."

"No one can prepare or predict the future, but it is easier when things are manageable and you're with the ones you care for and care for you." Chuckling with a nod he waved his hand.

"Why not start now, spur of the moment. New year and all, might as well and have fun with it, keep it going. I guess that can be our resolution." He was never into the whole new year new goals things but this he could hope for and do. Spend more time with the ones who mattered.

"I'm still down for drinks and doing something after.. or before we grab drinks. Cause a little chaos, have fun with it."

[aeipathcy]

@yesfxckyxu * ✭ ❪ plotted starter ❫

On a cold winter day, Larisa found herself dreading heading back home. The holiday season was not truly something she liked to deal with, and with her housemate’s family coming over that evening, the redhead was reluctant to show up and ruin the festivities. After everything that had happened years ago, she couldn’t bring it in herself to take a seat at the other girl’s family table. If it wasn’t for her abilities that would sour everyone’s mood, it would be the fact that she was not exactly liked amongst the family members that would.

Besides that, the girl wasn’t much for gathering around a table and having fun. Those were days of the past that she couldn’t get back. Even if Maria was kind enough to invite her, she wasn’t worth the trouble. As much as Larisa did care about and appreciate the girl, she couldn’t expose her to more harm than necessary, hence why she kept her distance. 

As these thoughts churned around in her mind, Larisa soon found her path blocked by a group of unhappy university students. By unhappy people, she meant people clearly frustrated and angry at her, and she could recognize their faces as matching some people from her campus. Maybe these college idiots blamed her for their poor scores on their finals and decided to ruin her day by—a glance towards their hands revealed unsheathed pocket knives—most likely stabbing her or something.

Unperturbed, Larisa let out a sigh as the guys attempted to intimidate her, tightening her grip on her bag. Even if she was stabbed, it didn’t matter to her. If they tried to touch her, they’d end up reaping what they sowed. As tempted as she was to initiate contact herself, that would not look good on a report should police get involved (not that inexplicable wounds out of nowhere would either). 

❝ You might want to run while you can, ❞ she warned them as she stared them down with a cold gaze, ❝ you are aware of my reputation, aren’t you? ❞ 

[royaletiquette]

“I want to know why you care.” Jack to Hibiko

“I want to know...” | @yesfxckyxu

A "guh" of annoyance, stopping in their tracks to face Jack. "Because you're being mean." Of course it wasn't too out of the ordinary for him, but there felt an extra layer of toxin his with words today.

"If I did something, you should tell me." Almost a scolding tone. The princess hasn't needed to put up with many other people's sour attitude before, and obviously she wasn't planning to start. "But if it's something else then get it out of your system already. You're being a bully."

Whether he believed it or not, she meant it. Hibiko wanted him to say whatever cruel thing and complain about whatever got him on the wrong side of the bed that morning, and they could move on. She was more than willing to let it go if he stopped ruining the afternoon.

[cosmicdreamt]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY !!!

Birthday Wishes || @yesfxckyxu

[[ JJAAYYY THANK YOU MY DEAR UWU We do be vibin up in here ]]

[sapphiresands]

@yesfxckyxu | continuation

The scent and familiar atmosphere of the hideout brought him ease. Events blur together, and ironically, the passage of time is lost to him. He recalls little, what remnants remain show the assault which had taken place... Then the ease of a warm touch.

Time magic pulses within his chest like a beating heart, longing to continue its' unstable rampage. It's taking everything Sevren has to suppress it. A single drop of magic more, and such effort would be undone.

But he isn't afraid, he feels safe here.

"Uh..."

"... Don't ask me what game we were even playing."

It's a mix of being uncomfortable, yet also relieved. He didn't desire for his secret to escape this way, but now that it had... there was nowhere to hide.

Bracing himself, he released Jack's hand.

[ It's okay, I won't let it harm this place. Keep it together. ]

[ I remember him. ]

That sofa. Mixed feelings emit from him as he takes a small step towards it. It's so ragged, and worn, but he's also sensing fondness.

They often joked about said furniture. And for now it was his refuge as he rested on it, too tired to remain standing any longer.

"Mmm..."

"This is embarrassing for me, you know..."

Rubbing his face, Sevren gave his head a frustrated shake.

"Time."

...

"It's time. That power. But I am willing to bet you've already figured that out."

[unladielike]

“If you could change one thing in the whole world, doesn't matter if it's a huge thing everyone complains about or not, what would it be? It's not about yourself, or much of any association with you… Just the world in general.” - Jack to Vivian

           UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

    "Hm... welp, if 'society being much kinder or accepting to neurodivergent people' doesn't actually count, I guess I would change how you'd have to work in order to keep yourself fed and provide a rooftop over your head," Vivian pensively states after some much considerable thought. Honestly, she had no idea where that question even came from, but as always, Jack seemed to like tossing out philosophical queries that left her pondering over what to say... so she could only hope the words she would subsequently let out would make some tangible sense.

    "Like, I don't know about you, but it seems unjust to have to prove you're constantly deserving of existing and being a part of life based on your own merit and what you can contribute to the world," Vivian then shrugs. Why, if nothing else, it's the reason she hates the idea of a meritocratic world, because it ignores the plight of ordinary people or disabled people who can't necessarily work.

    "I mean, think about it - we have to grind away for resources that aren't even ours day in and day out... and not only do you have to pay in order to stay alive, you have to work in order to pay, which is a very tiresome cycle. Honestly, at one point does it finally end up being enough? Are we just cogs in a machine from the moment we are born, expected to churn out labour until the day we die?"

@yesfxckyxu

[sapphiresands-moved]

@yesfxckyxu:  (( Jack 🤝 Sevren ))

The lesson here is don’t get either of these boys mad, and especially don’t get them mad when they’re together.

[illholy]

does a little dance, a little jig, offers a Jack and then i ragdoll away

Oh yeah? *Engage menace behavior in your inbox* TAKE THAT!!!!

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continuation from [x] with @yesfxckyxu

Sitting in the garden-like part of the park, Nunnally enjoyed her own company. She definitely should not have been there, especially unchaperoned, but she was tired of meeting some important and unimportant men in suits, giving them fake smiles, and pretending she was interested in their words. So, if whoever was responsible for the security, let her sneak out, well, that was not really her problem. She sat on the ground leaning on the tree and admiring the flowers around her. She was not entirely sure it was allowed to rest on the grass in the actual flower bed, but not that she really cared.  She wanted to go through some notes in her notebook, but she ended up sketching random plants or small scenes she saw in the park.

She was not paying any attention for her surroundings, too used to being on her own. Perhaps therefore Nunnally didn't notice the man approaching her until he spoke. It took her a few moments to understand what he was saying. His voice sounded nice, and although she considered his first question a bit blatant, the remarks that followed made her laugh.

“I suppose they will not end up talking and complaining. But I guess you might be right. They might not appreciate the unwanted gazes equally as we don’t like others staring at us. But both us and the flowers sometimes have no choice but bear with it. It is surely a disturbing idea you just presented.” – she replied closing her notebook so that he was not to see the sketches. She neither stood up nor invited him to sit next to her, but her smile was friendly and perhaps was an invitation in itself – “But yes, I was looking at these roses, when you approached. I was trying to draw them, but I lack proper skills.” – she admitted, but if Jack was able to have a peek in her notebook before she closed it, he would have known she was overly critical about herself.

“Am I not supposed to be here? You’re rather observant, aren’t you?” – a faint pink painted her cheeks – “But do you really think so or is that just a nice line to peak my interest?” – she smiled to him – “But I will not deny I should not. Come on, let’s play a game.” – she suggested, this time inviting Jack to sit next to her – “Take a guess, why and if you’re close enough I’ll tell you why. But you are surely interesting, Mr…Who do I owe the pleasure to talk with?”

Nunnally liked him. She could not deny he was different than most people she was meeting in the last days and the remarks about the flowers were fun for her to listen. She was not sure, however, if he was joking she did not fit there, and if her reply was not a joke as well.

“But you'll also have to tell me something… What is it that you are listening to? Will you share some music with me?”

She paused and hesitantly added: --

"My name is Nunnally. It's nice talking to you."

[tribus-semitae]

[ give muse an object meme ] Jack gives Vanya a portable stereo cassette player, still holding a vintage look with its design, but it's a definite 'modern' made one due to the other factors of its design. A color scheme being that of a few different shades of red to outline the player, but the main base color is a pitch black. This cassette player is accompanied by a transparent holding case filled with cassettes from a variety of hard rock and early metal bands. “Not sure if this would be your style, but hey, it's a start, right?” The sentence ending with a playful smirk.

Oh, man, it's been ages since she saw one of these! The last time she even interacted with a cassette player was when she was maybe in middle school when her dad attempted to record his kids talking nonsense. But this was a pretty stylish one she had to give it to him.

"Jokes on you I love this kind of old school shit " smirking she grabs the case picking up a cassette that had on it written 'Led Zeppelin

[deceitxingenue]

“Be careful making wishes in the dark.” - (( sends in hopes you feel/get well soon- ))

Fall Out Boy || Accepting !!

On the streets of the city, so brightly lit it seemed as though a myriad of stars fallen to Earth were holding the true darkness of night at bay, a moment like this was so truly rare. The sky, usually so clouded by the haze of smog and light pollution was lit by streaks of pure light, cutting through the dark. A meteor shower, visible for one night only. For many, a once in the lifetime sight - although that wasn't quite as true for the girl under the broken streetlight.

It's light guttered in and out, casting stark, flickering shadows, golden hues reflecting off of silver-blonde hair. She was dressed remarkably unseasonable for the weather - her pale pastel dress cut short and not covered with any coat or jacket. And there - almost unnoticeable at first, but impossible to ignore once seen; where most people would have a cloud forming from the heat of their breath, the air was totally still around her. Her head was tipped back, watching the meteors overhead, but at the sound of his voice, pale violet eyes deigned to glance his way.

"How could I not, on a night like this?" Her tone seems sincere, but there's an undercurrent to her smirk, a faint hint of something oddly compelling - I know something you don't. "It wasn't much of a wish, really. Just a hope for someone interesting to come along."

"Do you think it came true?"

[smokes-and-bullets]

@yesfxckyxu​ From ask 

Jack hadn't been able to follow through on the past offers, as things came up before they could finalize a plan of action. Hearing Francis speak, Jack finds himself smiling at the ideas of causing a little 'chaos' or 'a little fun'.

It's been awhile since they've done something together, or much less, Jack pulling the old guy around for the hell of it.

"Oh, I'm down. Why don't we have some drinks first before we head out? That might make things far more interesting, not get wasted per se, but… don't mind getting a bit buzzed for the occasion."

Jack stretches from where he sat, raising his arms up above his head before pulling himself off the couch to head to the kitchen.

"Lemme show you some cool tricks, so get comfy and follow me."

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“Drinks first then cause a little chaos after? Sounds fine by me.” 

He didn’t intend to get wasted in this moment given how out of it and exhausted he got by drinking so much. Wanted to be lively, have fun and do something with out weighing Jack down in the process.

“Oh yeah you still need to teach me how to mix a few drinks. Not sure how you do it, I’m not super fond of the fruity stuff unless it’s strong enough to get me bat shit drunk but.. the last thing you made me was actually really good. Wouldn’t mind having some of that again.” 

Wanted to be taught a few things too, learn something new. “Hey you want to show off, go for it.” 

He knew Jack, knew them well enough that showing off wouldn’t bother him. Anyone else though he’d call them out for being full of themselves followed by insulting names. Hated show offs, hated being the center of attention when it was forced and in that hated those who did the same because they loved that attention and sought it out. 

This was different, someone he knew,  cared for and in that wanted to see what they could do. What skills the young man had. Following Jack to the kitchen, leaning against the counter comfortably with his arms crossed. A smile on his face waiting to see what Jack could do. 

[royaletiquette]

“I want to know why you run away.” Jack to Hibiya

“I want to know...” | @yesfxckyxu

Unlike most times, Jack had done practically nothing. Hibiya was lashing out and might still need a few minutes to realize. "Run away from what, Jack," a question is thrown back in a raised voice as if was about to be talked over. "Enlighten me." A threat.

Unlike most times, Jack had quite honestly done nothing to deserve the temper tantrum. Maybe he saw the razer's edge the boy was already on, or was pressing the usual buttons out of boredom in hopes of distracting from the task at hand. Hibiya took the prompt however and was lashing out more than likely intended, though he might need a few minutes to realize that. Somehow he was already at boiling point and was happily obliged to push the blame for the end of the world on his "friend".

“You know, not everyone can just decide to play hide and seek with the law until you get caught." Disgust. "It’s not like the future doesn’t matter because you decide to ignore it, it’s not always what you want now, and what’s going to get you the next thrill." It seemed he decided to jump on the assumption that Jack was upset with him for not going along with some scheme.

There was reason with his accusations, clearly, but still seemed aimless. "You might be a dumbass teenager forever, Jack,” Hibiya spat his name out, as if admitting to who he was talking to was part of the problem, “but I have a future. I have plans, not to just be a fuck-up that ruins people’s lives because I think it’s fun.” The words had a holier-than-thou complex wrapped around their purpose, but something in his tone, the anger, seemed to dodge that. As much as he wanted to, the words weren’t trying to put Jack beneath him - that didn’t matter to either of the boys - he pitied himself. And something about that made Hibiya on the edge of fighting him.