#tresmortiis

[otverzhennyy]

🦊 @tresmortiis​. 

[(ノ_<。)ヾ(´ ▽ ` )]

"Why do the Fatui wear masks?"

The veiled Fox inquires, with an inky question mark floating beside his head. Its a bit of an ironic question, coming from one who doesn't even show his face - but the Fatui must have their reasons. Maybe its diplomatic?

“ Uh ? It��s just the uniform. ” Viktor crossed his arms. “ The Fatui are a united, powerful force. It is through us working as a single unit that we were able to accomplish all that we did. And to show that unification and loyalty, we all dawn the same mask, the same eyes. Eyes are the window to one’s character, and we are one and the same, comrades towards the same goal. It is much more significant than a uniform only wearing the same shirt. ” That amongst other things. Viktor shook his head. “ And what’s your reason ? I told you mine, it is only fair you tell me yours. And just be fair and don’t dismiss by being vague. You got some principles, right ? ”

[betterdcyz]

@tresmortiis​​ sent in:  “ you didn’t honestly expect me to let you do this alone, did you? ” fox @ joseph (inside STEM?)  ( accepting! )

      “——wh-what?”  Whatever that monster was had gone;  it probably fled,  which was a wise decision,  two against one was an unfair fight after all.  Joseph groaned,  slowly examining the area before standing up.  “I wasn’t alone,  well,  I am now...  I don’t know where Sebastian is.” 

[songzhong]

🦊 @tresmortiis​. 

∩^ω^∩

The inazuman man is holding his hand out; there’s a smooth stone nestled in his palm. The stone is quite peculiar — it has drawn on eyes, a smile… and a small hat upon it’s head.

“It’s my pet rock!”

“ A pet rock... ” Zhongli looked at the sediment : an absolutely ordinary one one could find anywhere, but with drawn features. Interesting how mortals could fulfill their socialization skills with just about anything, as long as it had distinguishable characteristics. “ I see. Looking at how pleased you are, I imagine they are good friend ? Those are precious, you are quite lucky. May I ask if they have a name ? ”

[noctuxcellus]

[(◕‿◕)]

The veiled Fox sends an inky heart floating towards Diluc. Why not?

(I want to see both reactions :3c)

He just side steps to avoid it and sighs. "Are you going to order a drink?"

[betterdcyz-a]

@tresmortiis​ asked: Fox is no android, so it’s something when he is able to sneak up to Connor and give him a surprise hug from behind — resting his head on the other’s shoulder. [( ◠‿◠ )] “Gotcha!”

He could hear something - no, someone by the sound of their footsteps. It could’ve been difficult to hear if Connor was a human, which he isn’t; Connor was more advanced than any human being on this planet. So when Fox “surprised” him by embracing him from behind, Connor doesn’t act surprised nor flinched. He merely appeared briefly confused.

“Gotcha? I fail to understand what you’re trying to catch.” 

[kingpitas]

[kyukicho]

@tresmortiis​ asked: relationship advice: just come through the door instead of the window please

Give my muse relationship advice. || Accepting

“What does this have to do with our relationship...?” Can’t stop, wont stop.

[ryugyo]

@tresmortiis​ said: “ i’m not a whole person and i don’t think i ever will be. “

    ichiban doesn’t excel in poetics, the way he expresses his reservations and line of thought not always resembling something well thought out. he compensates with confidence, given the right opportunity, and he’s given an even better chance at such with the assistance of the warm trickle of hooch. however, he can sure as hell listen and try to understand and even lend a shoulder to cry on if so desired-- his shoulder makes a damn good pillow and an even better tissue to soak in any tears that just so happen to spill. despite this, here he’s tentative, the honeyed liquor coating his tongue doing nothing to loosen how tight his muscles felt and how stiff his jaw felt hinged onto his skull.

   “that isn’t true!”  ichiban’s retort is almost spat. what wasn’t true? well, all of it! there’s no such thing as an incomplete person, and even if there was such a man, there’s no reason to why they’d stay hurting. his optimism is coarse and loud with the way it rolls out of his mouth. how can he be so positive about about the hurting he can hardly put a finger on? he’s in the dark, the only clues given to him through the stitches that decorate fox’s golden hues and maw like lace underneath his mask, and they’re piercing.

   “i know you’re hurt, but by no means are you not whole!”  he brings a strong hand forward to grasp at fox’s shoulder and give it a small shake; it’s not very rough, more or less an on-whim attempt at making the warm air between them less tense. hopefully, ichiban wouldn’t be bothering anyone downstairs from where they sat in his room-- it isn’t like survive gets any other business outside of him and his party anyways; a shout or two from the hero isn’t anything new.

   “keep your chin up! you don’t have a single idea how much worth and substance you have, and if i have to be the one to ram it in your head, then so be it!”  perhaps ichiban is ignorant, his kindness stabbed blindly by which he does not know, but hell if he can try. his encouragement is matched with a grin, reassurance bringing his volume down by a few thankful notches. fox’s shoulder is given a gentle squeeze. “i’m here for you, man.”

[mjm56]

@tresmortiis​  said:   A maskless Fox hands Majima a comb and a hairtie - a very cute hairtie at that! The Fox tilts his head with a sweet smile; in another life, those silver locks, golden hues and sharp features would have people falling left and right... He just wants his hair tied up pretty. Right now, it's a bit disheveled.

  though fox’s request is silent, majima’s more than happy to comply, a smile spreading without restraint across his features when he takes the comb and hairtie into his grasp. it’s been a good while since he had tied up a good bunch of locks of hair, last time being his own within the confines of his small and drab apartment perhaps almost two decades prior. he’s a tad rusty, but hell if he isn’t excited to try again.

     “sit your ass down, lemme get this shit fixed up n’ spiffy for ya’,” his grin turns smug when he sits fox down and coils the cutesy tie around his wrist. his work is quick and experienced, careful with his comb-clad hand to not painfully tug at any silver snags or knots. soon enough, he loosens the tie from his wrist to bring around the base of the newly-formed ponytail to anchor it in place snugly against the back of fox’s head. it’s an achievement in itself that majima still harbors the efficiency as he did all those years ago, and his visage is enough to express this with flying colors.

      “look at’cha, all handsome n’ cleaned up!”  majima brings a hand down to pat at fox’s shoulder from behind, and with his other hand he brings forward the comb to return it.

[betterdcyz]

@tresmortiis​ sent in:  “ it’s okay… everything’s going to be alright. ” fox @ connor  ( accepting! )

      His condition was becoming unstable;  the blood that was forming a pool underneath him kept getting larger and wider.  He was going to die,  but Connor wasn’t afraid.  He’ll return.  “It’s okay.  It’s not…  It’s not the first time this has happened.  I’ve got plenty of back-ups waiting for me back at Cyberlife;  I’ll be back.”  

[storieswrittcnarc]

🔥 thoughts on purple prose (i hope thats the right word)

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

pls include a topic

I FUCKING HATE PURPLE PROSE. Listen, we’re here to write, not look up every other word in the dictionary because someone wants to get fancy with their writing. using fancy and big words is fine, but using them every other word in a sentence? how tf am i supposed to understand that. i’m convinced people who do this have a dictionary and thesaurus at the ready when they write.

[zagubionywilk]

               >> ⚔️ <<        WAIT HOLD ON    ------------        ❝        get that out of your mouth.   whatever it is    drop    it.       ❞                

@tresmortiis​ ​ /  ⚔️

[sonderrow-moved]

me still feeling called out by the fact when you first introduced Roy you literally predicted Mitsu’s thoughts and in turn my nasty ass mind

@tresmortiis

He’s flustered and touched by the interest................. he has no idea what he just got himself into with this violet haired gentleman. He’s sure that proper people are proper inside and out.

[betterdcyz-a]

@tresmortiis​​ asked: [╰(*´︶`*)╯♡] “Happy Valentine’s day, Connor!” Fox was getting better at this, recognising when certain dates had special meaning to them. Within his outstretched palms, lies a blue heart box — specifically chosen to reflect Connor’s own beating one. Inside, an amalgamation of chocolates and sweets... was this even edible? “I made it myself!”

February Fourteenth - Valentine’s Day. Connor knew ( by researching ) that Valentine’s Day was celebrated annually. However, the android had not expected someone to give him something. So when Fox wished him a Happy Valentine’s, Connor blinked, turned and stared at the blue heart box. He was left stunned for a few seconds. 

You hear that? Thump. It skipped. It shouldn’t skip. His heart’s only purposes was to pump the blood through him. It wasn’t meant to skip a beat. ( And yet it did. ) Connor was determined to run diagnoses later on to figure out what was going on. However, his heart isn’t the only one acting out; his cheeks were heating up too. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to - to get me anything.” Connor responds, all honest, ignoring his blush. 

“You made it yourself?” He raised an eyebrow. Oh, Fox meant he made whatever was inside. “Chocolates, yes? That’s quite the popular item when it comes to Valentine’s Day.” He then opens the box to look inside. On the outside, the chocolates look simple and normal. However, the insides were a complete mystery unless Connor scanned them. 

“What sort of ingredients did you use?” 

[errantscriptor]

It’s happened again. Mitsu shook his head gently, before smiling towards the cashier. “Ahaha, no... we’re not partners...” Nor “fathers” technically. While they walk off, Annabelle is being carried in Mitsu’s arms as she pleased, while Elise runs ahead — sending the doctor into a worry. Mitsu turns his head to the other; “Why are we always mistaken as a couple? A father to two kids? And out of all people, with you?!”

        He’s lucky Mitsu takes care of the cashier, his current focus on the small girl making a fuss about wanting something to eat. Causing him to end up chasing the child ability around the small area.

        A pause, glancing up at the man. “Aren’t we?” He’s still a bit disheveled from his current chase. “You live with me, after all. What else would you call this?” Mitsuhide liked to protest about their relationship but in the end was there really denying all of it? The girls may not be their children but they practically acted like it.

[mjm56-a]

@tresmortiis​   said  :   Pale skin, as a result of not having touched the sun for so long, silver tresses and golden, vibrant hues; framed by the plethora of scars that run along his face, circling his eye and stretching a smile far too wide. His features are sharp, beautiful and stunning; etched in surprise and fear, the gear and the fox mask on the desk is enough to tell Majima just who he is facing. Fox’s facial expression grimaces, before shaking his head and laughing a sad smile. “The Fox... is out of the bag..” 

     Such a lack in judgement and calculations had caused this error — now Majima knew what he looked like, and there was no sense in hiding his cracked, broken voice either — vocal chords damaged from years of strain. Golden hues lock onto Majima’s chocolate one — and Fox smiles; whether its sad or not, is hard to judge. Perhaps its not worth finding out anyway. “Hahaha.... Oh Maji-chan...” 

    “See Maji-chan...? They tried to... take my eyes too! So... it’s okay!” The Fox takes off his gloves; his hands are not spared from the chirugical stitch scars — it makes one shudder to think what might be beneath it all. With pale, scarred fingertips, he taps underneath both his eyes; his left is circled entirely, and his right has one straight down. It becomes clear that while Majima thought of Fox as a soldier, he was the product of man playing god. A year in the hole? A lifetime in it. 

     All the pieces come together... painfully. It’s a horrid way to find out that this.. this is why Fox is the way he is. How he acts, how he survives; is all the result of history written on his skin. And what does he do? Smile at the other man; hoping he wouldn’t be too shocked, too disgusted, too repelled by who he was... or perhaps, who he couldn’t be, chasing after non-existent dreams, only to realize violence is woven into his fabric. “S.. Say something, Maji-chan... Please... hahaha..”

        so  constantly  confronted  with  the  horrors  of  his  own  traumas  ,      was  majima  not  selfish  for  drowning  in  his  own  sorrows  with  a  man  who  had  endured  much  worse  tragedies  ?

      to  say  that  majima  hadn’t  ever  wondered  what  the  solider  looked  like  and  who  he  was  would  be  blatantly  false  ,    but  to  ask  of  such  a  favor  to  demask  was  such  an  invasion  of  privacy  ;    it  would  be  similar  to  someone  asking  majima  to  remove  his  eyepatch  and  count  all  of  the  scars  laying  amongst  the  cherry  blossoms  and  clouds  inked  into  his  skin  .    it  was  almost  intimate  ,    in  a  way  ,    revealing  oneself  in  their  most  vulnerable  state  ,    but  perhaps  that  was  the  constant  barrage  of  claw  and  teeth  of  his  occupation  fogging  his  inhibitions  into  the  priorities  of  his  personal  perpetual  bloodshed  .    one  would  of  expected  majima  to  grow  numb  considering  how  long  he  had  been  stuck  as  yakuza  ,    but  it  was  in  fact  the  opposite  .      he  relished  in  the  agonies  of  those  who  disobeyed  order  and  those  who  had  the  nerve  to  poke  at  him  ;    he  had  to  wonder  if  his  newfound  bloodlust  stirred  in  the  face  of  spite  of  those  who  hurt  him  rather  than  an  integral  component  of  his  persona  .

            even  with  this  so  woven  into  who  he  was  as  a  person  ,    his  lips  were  left  agape  in  ...  no  ,    he  couldn’t  be  TOO  surprised  .    soldiers  were  always  scarred  and  shattered  ,    but  there  was  just  something  about  the  fox’s  newly  unmasked  appearance  that  felt  so  inhuman  ,    as  if  it  was  marked  all  over  him  that  he  was  some  kind  of  toxic  byproduct  of  mankind’s  cruelest  concoctions  ,    some  kind  of  violent  plaything  stitched  together  by  an  uncaring  ,    inhumane  god  .    eyes  didn’t  naturally  come  in  those  golden  hues  and  no  accidental  injury  could  meticulously  undo  a  man  into  ragdoll-like  patterns  ,    unless  he  were  a  creature  of  undead  science  fiction  .    it  almost  turned  over  majima’s  stomach  into  a  sickly  state  of  unrest  ,    but  not  for  his  appearance  in  particular  :    the  thought  of  what  kind  of  treatment  the  fox  had  gone  through  to  make  him  look  like  that  .    this  could  of  no  way  possibly  compared  to  what  majima  had  gone  through  .    not  by  a  long  shot  .

        and  oh  ,      the  sick  statement  of      “  they  tried  to  take  my  eyes  too  “  ...    it  was  a  sledgehammer  to  his  chest  ,    his  ribs  shattered  and  broken  as  metaphorical  steel  wedged  into  his  heart  .    he  gulped  ,      a  cold  sweat  beading  on  the  back  of  his  neck  and  on  his  forehead  ,    single  eye  wide  and  near  still  .    mad  dog  subdued  stood  unwavering  ,  unmoving  ,    yet  physically  fazed  other  than  whatever  expression  distorted  his  face  .    he  had  almost  forgotten  how  to  speak  ;  no  matter  whatever  bubbled  in  his  brain  ,    no  real  response  could  be  found  --  well  ,    not  anything  useful  anyways  .

            “  fox  ...    “      his  own  personal  facade  fragmented  ,    heavily  accented  words  oddly  calm  ,    quiet  ,    and  fell  lighter  than  his  typical  gruff  and  pitchy  song  .    pity  was  rushing  through  his  veins  ,      but  voicing  it  would  of  done  the  current  situation  worse  ,    majima  pondered  .    would  instantly  coddling  and  apologizing  not  dehumanize  and  infantilize  the  man  further  ?    despite  the  violent  foundation  that  fox  was  built  from  ,    there  always  was  this  childish  heart  and  mindset  that  lingered  within  his  body  and  soul  ,    something  innocent  that  was  worth  protecting  ,    but  even  then  ,    he  was  still  an  adult  .  whatever  pity  majima  could  of  vocalized  anyways  would  of  came  off  as  awkward  and  foreign  .    kindness  wasn’t  FOR  people  like  majima  and  fox  with  all  they’ve  done  ,    each  horrendous  job  and  drop  of  blood  only  adding  to  their  bodycounts  .    no  trauma  or  tragic  backstory  could  possibly  warrant  any  kind  of  forgiveness  .               but  even  then  ,    they  did  have  each  other  ,  didn’t  they  ?

    a  step  forward  ,  careful  and  calculated  ,    and  unsure  of  any  other  course  of  action  ,    a  hand  reached  to  hold  at  the  other  man’s  shoulder  and  give  it  a  gentle  squeeze  .

      “  i’ll  personally  kill  whatever  piece  a’  shit  did  this  to  you  .  “      his  voice  was  heavy  ,    as  if  he  spoke  a  statement  of  fact  ,    no  ,    a  PROMISE  .    he  always  kept  his  promises  .