#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.

[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

[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. 

[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

Tagged by: @dasmondkuss

Tagging: @yesfxckyxu @the-expatriate @smokes-and-bullets @hauntedreality @lunaferrous @skxrbrand/@xaallo @mortau @feraecor

[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

Tagged by: @erxsxre (<3 Thank you so much, sweetheart!)

Tagging: @pvremichigan, @yesfxckyxu, @daxghterofdxrkness, and anyone else who thinks this would be fun for your lovely brain gremlins! <3 <3

[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!!!!

[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

[sapphiresands-moved]

✨ Self-appreciation time~! List five of your favorite works, be it in the form of pieces of writing, graphics, icons, drawings, code, and so on. Then, if you're feeling up to it, pass this on to five more blogs! ✨

✨ Self-appreciation time

Icons, them in general

Just bc I work really hard on cleaning them / editing out the backgrounds / colouring the eyes and it takes forever but I'm slowly catching up to the manga. Some faves:

2. Graphics I make on my personal

I don't go on there very much, and I don't make graphics often, but I'm pretty glad with the ones I have done. Like this one and this one. It's not all about the notes, I just enjoyed making them! I made my own promo on this blog too.

3. Threads that hurt so good

Okay I'm an angst gremlin, I'm pretty happy with the way Sevren portrays himself when the weight he carries is too much. He holds a strong front, but he’s half human holding the power of the time god. Power, that someone who is human shouldn’t have, and I enjoy writing the price he pays for that unbalanced nature of his. 

Recent threads with @pvremichigan and @yesfxckyxu come to mind; I’m loving them a lot and they’re rotting my brain in a good way. I’ve also been enjoying the bittersweet bonding between Sevren and Neff ( @cosmicstardreamer )

I’m also pretty proud with some stuff on discord I have going on with @untaintedgold. I have low confidence in my writing, but I’m in plenty of threads that help me feel better about that!

4. Unused ocs

I have quite a few ocs I love but I lack the energy to run blogs for them. Though there is one oc I’m hoping to make a blog for eventually. He’s an oc strongly related to Sevren’s past. 

The bio is here but - basically he’s someone of a royal bloodline linked to Necromancy. Related to someone known as “The First Necromancer” William, which has resulted in him being possessed by the soul of said First Necromancer, after he was banned from the afterlife due to his sins. The two try and continue on sharing a body. William used to be Sevren’s best friend in the past, before being locked out of the afterlife broke his mind. When Sevren chills out with red wine, he’s remembering the times he shared a glass with William. 

He’s a pretty complex oc like Sevren, and I am proud of both of them. I’ve had Vincent for years, but it’s more so developed and used on discord. 

5. His gloves

Just because I’m still pretty happy over the whole shifting runic theme of Sevren’s gloves, and I can’t think of another thing to put here. I don’t have a lot of icons of them, because it’s a bit of an effort to make them haha 

I’m not going to send this out, but I do encourage people to steal this!

[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.

Tagged by: @forestofforever

Tagging: @inseparableduo @mortau @yesfxckyxu @helsiing @suizokukans and whoever else wants to/that i've missed!

[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.