#yesfxckyxu

[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.

[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

[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

[unladielike]

    No sooner did Jack reason she only thought this way because she lived in the modern era, Vivian's quick to roll her eyes. "Hey, for your information, you also hail from the modern era too! Or are you gonna try to convince me you have already been on this planet for ten thousand years now?" came her deadpan retort. Of course, Vivian realizes her beliefs may come across as both naive and idealistic, but still, with how she already struggles to adapt to society's ever changing flow, she couldn't help harbouring much disdain towards a system that only served to benefit the neurotypical, able-bodied population or men who consider themselves simultaneously cisgender and heterosexual.

    ...To that end, she finds Jack's refuting viewpoint rather frustrating, because it lacked compassion, consideration, and empathy. "And so what if people had been working themselves to the bone back during ye olden days? It doesn't make it any less wrong in my opinion... just like how owning slaves was never okay to do, yet we still did it anyways." Sure enough, Vivian then proceeds to shake her head before pensively pursing her lips together.

    "Besides, unless I'm somehow mistaken, doesn't the world currently produce enough food to feed everyone? Why, last I recall, the exact amount could sustain either nine or ten billion, meaning as long as we properly produce, harvest, transport, process, market, and consume food, Viviland citizens probably wouldn't have to starve..." she goes on to muse aloud, only to stare back at him with surprised blinks once he referred to her by a term of endearment she hadn't quite expected. Honestly, it managed to catch her so off guard, her cheeks would gradually adopt a faint magenta hue.

    Was she imagining things or did Jack really call her 'dear Vivi'? Either way, a sigh would eventually usher it's way past her throat while she tries her best to not further dwell on the fact he shortened her name that way; otherwise, she might find herself turning into a shy, bashful schoolgirl. "I know. Still, you are aware I was merely talking hypotheticals here, right? Therefore, changing the status quo had never even occurred to me until we started discussing my version of an ideal society at length," Vivian admits. Not long afterwards, she'll then start idly drumming her fingers against her knee.

    "Seriously, rather than leaving a mark on history, all I wanted was to comfortably live out my days, enjoying my hobbies to the fullest. To that end, I had constantly tolerated things that bugged me, since by doing so, it would help me attain freedom... away from my mother's coddling. Due to this, I'm uncertain, how effective my activism would be. What's more, I'm not overly pleasant on the eyes either, which makes me wonder - what words do I even use to sway public opinion? And what could I possibly do to get them to all like me?"

┉┉┉✕                           ꧁↠☽《†》☽↠ ꧂

…

… “… That. Was a metaphor.” After a few moments of Vivian speaking about the food truck mention … Jack looks at Vivian with a tilt of the head, as if… Putting things together in his own mind.

“While, yes… There is something being gained when it comes to its natural goods and services notions food chain. But, despite how I may have worded what I said prior… I intended to display a simple image of a food truck, and how if … let's say, a whole ass day, right? That food supply, in that truck, is gone.”

Jack rolls his shoulders, “The idea, simple idea—is whatever we provide, and in this case—we—are the food truck. We provide our services to the people of Viviland, and they take. And just as the cycle as if when we were not the food truck, we need to replenish.” “We need to do our own work on how and where we get and use what we have to bring that food people ever-so-enjoy 'n eat up on a daily basis. That applies just the same as running a society.”

“And of course you don't agree with the notion of everyone working—disabled included—because you live in the modern era. How often do people tend to forget that back in the day, people were and are still being treated like fuel packages? Use 'em till they drop!” Jack lets out a sigh, shaking his head, “The only way to fix that problem, is to rewrite the whole system. And that system hasn't changed since, god knows.” Jack kicks back, “And, dear Vivi, if you want to bring change to somethin'… You first gotta find that voice that makes reason to the people around you.”

[line-of-fire]

@yesfxckyxu liked for a starter with Sommer!

"What are you doing here." While the makeshift safehouse, appearing as a rather large apartment hidden away amongst civilian-owned buildings, wasn't in current use, it wasn't necessarily going to remain that way. All depended on how the squad fared with their undercover assignment. But whether it was successful or not, she still had to keep the perimeter secure... Keep random civilians away. Without arousing suspicion of course. After all, the presence of foreign special forces in the middle of a bustling city wasn't the most agreeable thing to locals.

What she wouldn't give to trade places with anyone on that squad right now.

[pvremichigan]

Mich!

Dragon maker

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[welcxmetxthechaxs]

What soft romance cliche are you?

love at first sight

let's be real, only children believe in "love at first sight." but you're a hopeless romantic probably sitting around in coffee shops waiting to meet "the one." and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. infatuation at first sight is more accurate. you are the moment when two people lock eyes, and the whole world stills. nothing is there but you and them. and there is suddenly a strong sense of longing. you love love, don't deny it. flowers, chocolates, the whole nine yards. because of this you are loved by many. hopefully you know it too: you are loved

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[burdened-boy]

i visited @pvremichigan and @yesfxckyxu yesterday, had a lovely time. been doing this hobby for ~10y and haven't hung with anyone else IRL until now.

i also saw this weird palatial building. is it some sort of resort? is it a prison? nobody will ever know

[starborn-souls]

Which two Greek gods are your parents?

Hypnos & Persephone

Oh, sweet child of sleep and flowers! Your father dwells in the Underworld among the poppies, and your mother the Queen of the Underworld. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by calmness, serenity, and compassion. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of hypnotic plants and innocence as you grow into your power.

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[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!!!!

[serenxtyinsxlence]

@yesfxckyxu || has ♡'d for a starter

Uneventful, quiet, sort of relaxing, however you want it said, these were all adequate ways to describe the day she was having. There had been a few curious stragglers come in off the street and take a gander about at the plants she had on display, but none seemed to stick around for very long. No matter, the lull gave her a chance to catch up on the backlog of information she was supposed to be gathering for a few individuals. A tattered, clearly heavily used book with what appeared to be something along the lines of cryptozoology lay cracked open in front of her, the butt of her pen skimming along the page as she skimmed the text.

So engrossed in her research, the soft twinkling of the windchime above the shop door indicating its opening went unnoticed, along with the individual who had come in.

[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.

[xaallo]

yesfxckyxu

Jack vc: how about in a zoo ?

“ I’d be the best beastie in the exhibit.”

[line-of-fire]

What emotion are you?

Disgust.

Your disgust is like a rot, a vile and toxic waste that festers and spreads, poisoning everything it touches. It is a feeling that leaves a bad taste in your mouth, a feeling that makes you cringe at the mere thought of it. It is like a disease that spreads, infecting everything in its path. Why do you feel repulsed at the sight of yourself? Is the weight of the world so much that you must push it away? I can see you swallow down your words- the scowl on your face is enough to know why.

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[pvremichigan]

— character associations.

animal: Bears, Wolves, Lionesses

color(s): Red, black, gray, green.

month: January

song: BLACK SOUL by Shinedown

number: 1

day or night: Night

plant: Pine trees (white pine mostly but others qualify too), Apple blossoms

smell: Pine, cigarettes/smoke (nostalgic, not the gross kind), alcohol, gun powder, snow.

season: Winter

place: City, woods.

food: Cherries, N/A

astrological sign: Aquarius

element: Earth

drink: Coffee, Alcohol

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