#yukari verse tbt.

[sunribs]

why was the warning bell rung? ( to yukari, from giyu or megumi! )

ꕤ   .     ᐟ     @diaboelic .          ❀  ˖  °     vikings sentence starters   .

her day starts strangely. she could open her mouth & taste metal, coppery red alarm clocks flashing for seconds before she figures it has to be nothing. any time she feels her own skin, there must be violence. she had been aware of her own eyes that day, oddly aware of the tragedy her fair skin dressed like the stars hanging by the moon. they whisper & hide, stuttering along the tide while the ocean pulls them in without trying. to be tragic is to be baffled, & the role loses itself upon her hands, dilutes itself in watercolors ; reds never quite become reds & blues never shade into doubts of black. yes, this was quite the unusual day for her. conflicts wait on the waves pushed back from shore, the sea takes & waits on no one, water becomes life the way a fire becomes ash. things bury underneath.

just the way ice water crashes her underneath herself. yukari breaks out in a cold sweat, silkspun ache blossoms in the back of her neck, fresh from the nap she had just woke from. everyone colors in life, but silence calls out & holds her arms like she won't come back. & once again, she snaps from it, the breath underwater consuming her air. everyone becomes fragmented graphite.

there's no one, but that cannot be right. an angel's body is translucent yet there, & the wings open up like dripping maws. something stings her chest, something like fright. she sees nothing, but nothing feels quite like right. so she does what she knows she must, splits the illusion inside-out before splitting sideways. nothing. nothing. yet light comes, yet voice comes like the laughter of her brother. bleary & exhaustive, she focuses on the one person before her, orange unfurls & implodes within her stomach ; she stands like a child who knows this is not their mother. bewildered does she paint her features, her limbs are stiff & cold. ❛ what are you talking about ?? i've been asleep. ❜

[auburniivenus]

Mini-Verse headcanon, persona : LOVERS ARCANA

Orihime's arcana is the lovers and is such a curious thing because her best friend also owns the same arcana. Perhaps fate bound them together. Yukari is someone pivotal in her life. Both lost someone important, someone embraced by death. @loversquiver

[adonyys]

@yukcri sent: forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

It’s a surprise to feel such soft fingers taking his face into their own, the machine’s orange eyes blinking in confusion more then anything; brown bangs swaying softly as his head is turned to face her. adonys had been accumulating rather quickly to the group—learning from them, understanding them—forming bonds that he didn’t think that he could ever form in the first place, and Yukari’s company was always pleasant.

He had been sitting with her—just talking. Listening to her—talking about his own curiosities and woes now that he was understanding human emotions more and more each day. He was unsure was prompted the gesture—was it something he said? Her forehead now pressed to his—mechanical body relaxing. He could feel her warmth against his own, cold forehead; but this was pleasant.

“Ah…perhaps I was talking too much, Yukari-chan.” The machine lets out a laugh; curling his hands around hers before lowering and releasing them; a smile twitching onto his lips.

“But…I do enjoy your company. I hope we can do something like this again, if you’re willing.”

[frailesea]

❛ Are you okay ? ❜ / concerned papa . (‘:

[     𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴     ]:     @decernimus​.

                    𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝚂   𝙾𝙵   𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷  .          or,   she dreams of the deaths she could only assume,   dreams of what she knows.     &     it’s not hard to envision this,   to see what her mind’s already graphed out in clear view.     EVEN  WHEN  SHE  IS  SAFE,   she is wrapped in the pin - prickling fear that’s accompanied her sadness,   a sadness that she’s inherited from her father’s quieted breath.     the moon’s baited breath wrapped her neck with her own hands,   the whistling wind in her chest believes in an unraveling that won’t become her     —     she’s already began a transition between childhood     &     adulthood the moment she became her brother’s light          (     she  was  a  light,   she  could  still  be.     ).          her breath is a thick inhalation,   a deeper exhalation that weeps life in the making death.     the  world  has  died  once     :     to  live  in  a  dead  world  is  to  have  the  desire  to  protect  what  is  not  ruined.     &     she doesn’t know if any sounds had ached the halls,   made a distinct bleeding the way she sleeps without peace     —     sleep like this hasn’t been optional in ways that saturated her own living before,   she’s never found sleep in this opportunity.     /     she’s always been sleepless     &     hungry,   always found herself between a rock     &     a hard place.

                    𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂   𝚆𝙸𝙿𝙴   𝙰𝚃   𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙺𝚂  .          they come back wet,          [      𝖶𝖤𝖳  𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲  𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳  𝖲𝖬𝖤𝖫𝖫  𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤  𝖳𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖲      ]          &     she feels the hunger stitch at her stomach,   suddenly,   viciously,   but she’s a simple guest     —     her hands retract to her stomach,     &     the strength she wants returns to her throat as sorrow.     /     SHE WANTS TO CRY.     between sectioned blessings,   dreaming still aches,   living begins as a wound that’ll never heal over.     𝙸𝚃  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂  𝙷𝚄𝚁𝚃,   𝙸𝚃  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂  𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳  .     or that’s what she’s heard the other children say,     &     she supposes she knows this better than anyone else she knows.          ���      𝖠𝖱𝖤   𝖸𝖮𝖴   𝖮𝖪𝖠𝖸     ?     ❜          THIS  FRIGHTENS  HER,   LIKE  A  FERAL  BACKED  TO A  CORNER.     there is no more darkness once the light is on,     &     her own nails dig into her skin,   but she smiles like the sky lit by the sun     —     her fears swallow under her tongue.     /     she does not worship an empty god,   or a barren land of unholy.     unwashed clothe,   pristine song that won’t shudder from her lips,     &     she’s scared to speak a truth dripping from the fault of her lips.     the light in her eyes shifts,   her breath shivers within her chests,   her fingers find purchase to the comfort that clings to her arms     —     she  thinks  to  apologize     ;     his inconvenience is not a correlation she desires made to her presence,   but she can’t aid the own itching under her skin,   a redness rashed behind her ear.     it is then her smile shakes,     &     she breathes a hum,   a distinct discomfort in the way her mind permeates her slumber,   the way lullabies warp into laughter shrieking,   screaming,   screeching.     it twists to the way she abandoned her brother,   to the way she’s reminded that her heart could be a bloody shattering     —     she never meant to be selfish,     &     the delusion sits in the simplicity of the nausea sitting at her gut     ;     or  it  could  be  from  the  way  she  eats  as  if  she’s  afraid  to  take.

                    𝙷𝙴'𝚂   𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝙰𝙽   𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  .          her bones settle before the shell breaks,     &     she’s awkward.     she is everything that includes a smaller timidness,   but her smile is still there,   still sincere in the warmth     —     her shoulders square to become the ground she holds to,   if not anything else.          ❛     i think i am.     i just had a bad dream…     ❜          her voice falls to a mumble,     &     her arms consider the way they wrap around her stomach a secret,   a way to contain hunger without consumption.     LIAR,   YOU  SHOULDN’T  LIE  TO  THE  SINGLE  PERSON  WHO  TOOK  YOU  IN  WITHOUT  AN  UNKIND  MOTIVE.     you expected nothing short of cruelty,   a push without a tug,   a glance without acknowledgement,   but all he’s ever been was the kindest she’s ever felt.     he is kinder than a memory,     &     the concern on his face almost alleviates the dysfunction,   but it tinges the shades of pain before blossoming again.     her face is a flushed rose,   colored in embarrassment with the sound coming from her stomach.          ❛     …but i’m hungry,   i think.     you wouldn’t mind if i ate now,   right     ?     ❜          mumbled hum that drips from her lips,   a shutting behind her irises.