#vyir

[thisisustrying]

2023 has come to a close, but how? I haven't really had the chance to reflect on this year quite yet but what I have done is create a list of my favorite posts from 2023 for my annual year in review post.

everything’s linked below and tagged on my blog as #vyir for a quick scroll.

once again, thank you for sharing your creativity and talents with us all - I am wishing you all the very best as we enter 2024. happy holidays, my friends.

<3, vera

gif sets/parallels

(x) @arabellas (x) @breakbleheavens (x) @coldasyou (x) @felicitysmoak (x) @h-f-k (x) @holygraund (x) @lovestory (x) @possession (x) @surburbanlegend (x) @treacherous (x) (x) @workbtch

art

(x) @admdiamond (x) @anctherdayofsun (x) @doodlingstars07 (x) @sarichicken

edits

(x) @bybdolan (x) @imkindatheman (x) @perrieedwards (x) @piecesintoplaces (x) @thehopeofitart (x) (x) (x) @sadbeautifutragic

gifs

(x) @deathbyathousandcuts (x) @eightynines (x) @heavengate (x) @newyearsyet (x) (x) @tayloralison (x) @taylorwift

[neopronoun-user-culture-is]

here’s some of my neos for pronoun pride!

voi/vem/vyir/voids/voidself - like voi/voids but spicier soft/fem/fems/softself & soft/masc/mascs/softself - DO NOT SEPARATE these two are dual sets and I love they rain/drop/drops/rains/dropself - rain is prebby :] &/&s/&self - PLURAL PRIDE !!!

most of these I coined myself :] I have more but here’s 5 . yay

I love these!! Especially the soft/fem and soft/masc! Happy pride :D

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[windheldland]

when i was younger i was obsessed with this roblox fighting game that took place inside a computer.

you will not be familiar with any of this if you are normal

left to right

the enlightened one - virus

radley- espacio

the malserver - malware/enlightener

fissure - musclegram

haemos eater - some sort of program?

cinere - malware

purliv - enlightener

obliv - enlightener

edgygram

vyir - green virus variation

below is a directionary for the above list

there were some others as well

[mdsc951]

Natalie Cole and Muhammad Ali (at WVON 1690AM - The Talk of Chicago) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdmBW2-vyiR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[atrirose]

i sahd i like vyir eyes 😡😡

uir son pretty !! :D

oops don't be mad elle u r prettier btw, :)

[zi-tales]

Parallel 2.5

[thisisustrying]

hello! a bit late but i wanted to give a shout-out to some of the posts that were made in 2021 that i thought were just incredible - everything’s linked below and tagged on my blog as #vyir for a quick scroll

thanks for sharing your creativity and talents with us all - happy new year! wishing you all the best.

january

@holygraund​ (x) // @midsummerknife​ (x) // @tolerateit​ (x) // @twinfiresign​ (x) // @whiskeyswifty​ (x) 

february

@aunicorndumbass​ (x) // @elllayelich​ (x) // @redlipclassicstyles​ (x) // @seedaylight​ (x) // @slowmotiondoublevision​ (x) // @whiskeyswifty​ (x)

march

@alltoowsll​ (x) // @carlytayjepsen​ (x) // @lipslikethegardensofbabylon​ (x) // @ohgaylor​ (x) // @ramonapest​ (x) // @scars-on-my-hand (x) // @taylorswiftz​ (x) // @tayorswift​ (x) // @marjorieivy​ (x) // @wishfulthinkinglove​ (x)

april

@cruellesummer (x) // @heyprettylittlemockingbird (x) // @lipslikethegardensofbabylon (x) // @lipslikethegardensofbabylon (x) // @stelloulas​ (x) // @theliviariane (x) // @twinfiresign (x) // @wxynter (x) // @ybwms​ (x)

may

@anctherdayofsun​ (x) // @cellphonehippie​ (x) // @lostinaflimscene​ (x) // @lostinaflimscene​ (x) // @loverdeluxe​ (x) // @lovestory​ (x) // @newrcmantlcs​ (x) // @sheisobvious​ (x) // @swiftie13aya​ (x) // @treacherous​ (x) // @ybwms​ (x) // @ybwms​ (x)

june

@chaselikewolfs​ (x) // @flynnridergf (x) // @lovestory (x) // @twinfiresign (x) // @winterwalking​ (x)

july

@alltoowsll (x) // @bybdolan (x) // @fearlesslymarta (x) // @marjorieivy (x) // @reputayswift (x) // @sadbeautifutragic (x) // @sadbeautifutragic (x) // @sheisobvious (x) // @starlighdt (x) // @treacherous​ (x) //  @ts-parallels​ (x)

august

@becasketches​ (x) // @bisexualgorgeous​ (x) // @boyapologist (x) // @crimeaffairs​ (x) // @cruellesummer​ (x) // @fearlesslymarta​ (x) // @papertrailart​ (x)

september

@jesensackles​ (x) // @lostinaflimscene​ (x) // @notmuchfordancing​ (x) // @xcleanx​ (x)

october

@crimsonred-pain​ (x) // @lookwhatyoumademedo​ (x) // @sadbeautifutragic​ (x) // @midsummerknife​ (x) // @thatwasthenightthingschanged​ (x)

november

@jakeperalta​ (x) // @lenoreamidala​ (x) // @lipslikethegardensofbabylon​ (x) // @loversmore​ (x) // @moticnsickness​ (x) // @treacherous​​ (x)

december

@finallybeautifulstranger​​ (x) // @flynnridergf​​ (x) // @holygraund​​ (x) // @loversmore​​ (x) // @lovestory​​ (x) // @marjorieivy​​ (x) // @sadbeautifutragic​​ (x) // @wishfulthinkinglove​​ (x)

[zi-tales]

Parallel 2

An ancient and an immortal

   “Ah, so that’s how you do it? Interesting. The one I met so long ago taught me such a different method.”

  Aum nods, observing his new mentor closely as she sews together a stylish raiment from quality linens. The tunic is a lovely deep yellow, akin to a brass color, accented by some swirls and waves that evoke a sea graced by the sunset.  

   “I wasn’t always good at this, you know. Would you believe me if I told you I was a warrior first and foremost?”   Igrene smiles serenely as she focuses on her craft. “That time may be long past, but my, the amount of clothes I’d ruined with blood. Even my husband scolded me for wearing white so often.”

   Aum chuckles earnestly. “I cannot say I expected that out of someone so at peace. You seem very aware of things. What’s your take on me, I wonder? Hmhmhm.”

   The seer pauses her sewing to look at her tiefling acquaintance a moment. “Hm. The most immediate impression I have is that you seem like a very dangerous person, Ser Yzrilid.” She smiles before returning to her work.    “I would merely hope you’ve the manners not to murder me in cold blood, much less burn my home down.”

   “Of course, vyir! Do not be so cruel to take me for a brute.” Aum huffs.   “I may have an extensive history with cold blooded murder, but I intend to be a proper guest amidst such... Enchanting company.”

   “You mean you can tell when someone is more dangerous than you, yes?” Igrene retorts slyly. “I don’t hurt, much. Promise.”

  “You really are a joy. It does beg the question though. Why do you live with that... Gentleman? He seems not quite your type. A bit of a bumbling one, yes?”

   Igrene giggles softly. “Oh, don’t be so cruel. Valdrin is a lovely man to be around. He keeps things so active, although I wish he’d just confess his feelings to Miss Eurwen already. The life of mistresses is so harmful to his heart, but I worry more for the hearts of the mistresses.”

   “I resonate with him, frankly. Commitment is terrifying! Imagine you spend years with someone only for it to spiral into ruin. Time wasted, I would say.” Aum shakes his head.

   “Have you ever loved before, Ser Yzrilid?” Igrene inquires, calmly readying a new color of string into her needle.  

  “Me? Hm. I may have. It feels like it has happened, but my memory is rather poor, you see.” Aum lays his head on the table, closing his eyes to think.

   “Is that your attempt at hiding the truth?”

  Aum’s smile fades just a tad. “No, I’ve a sort of... Affliction, yes? I forget things very easily under certain conditions. Last night, I believe I dreamt of something close to love. I cannot recall what, though.”

   “What was that about an affliction? Is it treatable?” Igrene’s voice holds concern within.

   “No, I don’t believe so. Something in my blood, it seems.” Aum’s eyes open tiredly. “Can’t escape it, I’ve tried.”

  “My condolences. Perhaps if it does not kill you, you may learn to come to terms with it in due time.” Igrene rubs Aum’s warm hair a bit in comfort.

   “I must ask, why do you treat me so, virdulq? You address me as dangerous, and yet you humor my desire for company.”

  “Perhaps I feel you may kill less with some compassion in your life, if even for a moment. There’s something about you. The way you carry yourself, so earnest and so carefree. If I had to guess, it is the attitude of someone who enjoys putting themselves in life or death situations.”    Igrene moves to place her hand on Aum’s shoulder instead. “You tell me if I am incorrect, though.”

   “Hum. Go on, dajy. So rarely do I hear anyone speak of me.” Aum closes his eyes and wears a cheeky smirk.  

   “Do you wish to die, Aum?”

   Aum’s smile remains, and perhaps brightens. “Of course not! Have I pushed a button? Too narcissistic?”

   “No, no. It wasn’t a threat. Merely a test, that’s all.” Igrene returns to calmly sewing.

   “A test? Of what, might I ask?”

   “Well, I-“

  Suddenly, a vortex of energy shimmers into existence, dropping off a strange pedestaled device with a crystalline block atop it.

   “Eh?” Aum looks at the strange object with mild disdain. “What’s this?”

  The block animates, projecting a display on a wall to reveal an arena with strange structures, and a cast of adventurers familiar and not-so-familiar engaged in combat.

   “Wha... Oh. Oh, my.” Igrene’s concern becomes readily apparent. “If you'll excuse me, Ser Yzrilid, but I must locate where my companions are immediately. However, my focus must be near-perfect. Please only disturb me to inform me of anything... Dire.” The seer moves from her sewing chair to a nearby lounging seat with a comfortable cover.  

Aum looks puzzled, but shrugs. “Whatever you say, vyir.” He turns to watch the projection with a light smirk and immense curiosity.

What a strange occurrence, indeed.

[zi-tales]

Parallel 1

Death and Rebirth

“Gentlemen, I changed my mind.”

The tiefling smiles earnestly, unscathed by whatever hellish miracle that runs through his veins.

“Wh... You. You died. We saw it. We made sure.”

The excursion leader stammers in disbelief, drawing his blade from instinct. His two allies do the same, clearly worried.

“What’re you gonna do, eh?” One henchman shouts. “You’re just one lad. Good as dead if you want to take the goods from us.”

The tieflig smiles gently. “I didn’t really show off too much, dajy. Just enough for you to let me tag along.” He generates a swirling torrent of fire around his arm, skin cracking to show nigh-volcanic fervor swirling from within.

“You’ve been quite rude, though, yes? Leaving me to die like that. I don’t appreciate it much.”

“Shit.” The men nervously back up, getting very defensive.

“Well, you’ll damage the goods if you torch us! You’ll leave empty handed, fool!”

“You won’t leave alive. I don’t see a problem.” The tiefling grins wider, murderous intent shining in his eyes.

One hireling prepares to rush forward, but the tiefling reacts instantly.

A sphere of white-hot flame impacts the group of men, scorching their skin to the bone with blistering fury.

Desperate, screaming attempts to extinguish themselves are soon followed by quietly curling into a ball and dying.

The aforementioned loot is burned severely, although currency and metal artifacts survive the heat.

None of that seems to matter, though. The tiefling steps past his scene of carnage to approach a large tree behind the men, standing atop a hill right outside of the ruin they had just plundered.

At the base lies several bodies of archaeologists who were under the impression of hiring a professional team of bodyguards, swindled at the last moment. They are in assorted positions, ranging from slumped over to decapitated mercilessly and left on the ground.

One, however, breathes weakly.

“Hello, dajy. Still with me?” The tiefling calls out.

“...Aum?”

A middle-aged elven archaeologist responds, her words weak as she slumps against the tree trunk with a dagger in her stomach. Blood continues to slowly seep from the wound, a process that seems to no longer pain her.

“You... How..?”

“Little secret of mine, vyir. Don’t tell anyone.”

Aum sits down next to the dying researcher, smiling all the same as the sun remains high in the air.

“Pretty day to die, isn’t it?”

The researcher falls silent for a moment.

“Why return? How? Or will you not... Answer...”

“To be honest, I am not entirely sure. I was personally keen on killing everyone after our little excursion, but, that feels like a past me. I don’t remember why I even planned on doing that. Just that the men guarding you were quite the filth, and I was going to let them finish you off and kill them myself as a sort of... Dramatic performance. Things worked out, it seems.”

Aum huffs in satisfaction.

“Would you agree?”

The researcher pauses, and shakes her head. “I don’t understand, honestly...”

“That’s fine, vyir. I don’t either.”

Aum pats the researcher’s hand gently.

A brief silence fills the air as the two stare off into the horizon, the sun shining brightly above the vast forest before them. The clouds are beautiful, and the sky is a comfortable blue.

“You haven’t anything to help, do you?”

The researcher inquires tiredly. “Any medical knowledge, a curative...?”

“I could try, but I’d rather watch you die comfortably. The world is a hellish place, you know. Perhaps it’s better to stay this way, hm?”

Aum hums in response. He holds the hand of the dying researcher a bit more.

“I get the feeling you’re lying.” The elven woman mumbles. Her head sags a bit, consciousness slowly slipping. “Do you mind...?”

“Not at all.” Aum gently rests the dying elf into his lap. It is warm and comfortable as he continues to hold her hand.

“I was dead long ago, wasn’t I...?”

Her voice fades more and more.

“Too much blood lost... Couldn’t you have... Done anything sooner...?”

Aum strokes her hair a bit, smiling as he avoids looking at the woman looking up at him.

“I didn’t care, and still don’t. You can’t do anything to stop me from just watching you die, now can you? Hmhm.”

“Look at me and say that, why don’t you.” The elf retorts. “Even you’re not that heartless, are you..?”

Aum hesitates a moment before looking down at the researcher, replying menacingly.

“Me’ahin, right? I could have saved you and your friends, but I chose not to. Now, I am here to watch you die. Not comfort, not save. Only to relish your death.”

Me’ahin closes her eyes and smiles slightly.

“You’re a lovely actor.”

Aum sighs, breaking character with a smirk.

“I know.”

Another pause. Another calm breeze. Me’ahin’s breathing slows.

“It’s really a lovely day to die. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Aum squeezes her hand just a bit.

“Maybe I’ll join you. See what it’s like for myself. Is that alright?”

Me’ahin replies silently.

“Of course it is. You don’t get a say in the matter, dajy.”

The tiefling immolates furiously, incinerating the two in a passionate inferno.

—

A month passes before a massive pillar of fire emerges from the base of the now-scarred tree.

Aum holds his head.

“Where am I...?”

[zi-tales]

Interview: Aum Yzyrlid