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[mortau]

@yesfxckyxu x

“…”

“I'm going to hurt you.”

The answer? Ever since Henri decided to start this 'beef' with Jack over the debate on hot dogs equal sandwiches… Jack has been cursed with it popping in his head every once in a while.

He thought today was going to be a good day of no hot dog shenanigans. Sadly, that is not the case.

They grinned.

And it was the grin of a little shit. 

"I have a new theory. As to why hot dogs are sandwiches. Hear me out. They are eaten on a bun. You know what else is eaten on the same kind of bun? Subs. Hoagies. Dare I say... Sandwiches."

[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.

[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.

[xaallo]

yesfxckyxu

Jack vc: how about in a zoo ?

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

[unladielike]

STARTER CALL ( @yesfxckyxu​ ) — 𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜.

    “Oh, not you again... will I have to start singing, ‘Hit the Road Jack’ to make it so you never manifest near me 'til the end of time?” Vivian sighs as soon as she catches a glimpse of a very familiar boy in her line of vision. “Can’t you let me observe how many nose hairs this guy has in actual peace? I’m trying to count, y’know... and I could do without your haggard face blocking my way.”

    Truth be told, Jack was always so tiring to talk to, she dreaded even seeing him. Why, she could only hope that sooner or later, he’ll get bored and leave her alone; after all, he makes people watching so much more difficult, just by being around...

[metalheaduo]

@yesfxckyxu​  continuation from ask

This guy was the type she usually avoided interacting, he kinda reminded her of a friend who often did go all analytical and head deep into topics that are beyond her understanding. Just, unlike her friend this guy wasnt so endearing and she had a nippy feeling in back of her head that he is trouble brewing. 

To his theatrical speech, she takes a sip from the can of beer she had in hand. The reason why she was out tonight was to support a friend preforming in a live talent show in local bar. There was all kinds of gigs, dancers, comedians, singers, bands, reminded her of early days when she started with her own performances. Things were pretty simple back then...

“Mmmm, art is a subjective thing, or at least some people belive that shit “ she adds with a chuckle. “However as much as you can be open minded, you also gotta call out bullshit when you see it “  which is something she was doing right now. 

The redhead  offers a smirk back at him, lazily gazing at the oddball before her. “You could say I am, guess what I am and I will buy a  drink “ thought it could be somewhat obvious, mostly clad in leather with jacket, tight pants, boots and a crimson corset. Across the chest she had a tattoo that spread across collarbone, a tribal wings with heart drawing in the center. 

After all, being lead singer of a metal band, you gotta have a certain image no?

[smokes-and-bullets]

@yesfxckyxu​ from ask

“An explanation? It just happened. I was born three years after it happened.”

Saying it like that since he didn’t want to do the math, Jack mutters his words softly, showing his confusion at Francis’ own confusion over this.

“World War Three happened. It went on for a good while, causing the way the city looks for a long time now. I’m surprised you only just seemed to notice just now. Is there something I don’t know about?” Jack questioned, an eyebrow raised with curiosity.

“But... I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised if others seemed to just not know if they’ve lived under a rock for a good amount of time, too. But you seem old enough to have experienced it. At least a little. I’m not sure, though.”

Again, math sucks.

“I’m more confused as to why you don’t know. To be fair, though, it’s not that big of a deal. At least to me.”

As of right now, as Jack seemed tired... in one of those apathetic moods.

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That didn’t really answer much, staring at Jack curious about everything now. Unaware and felt like maybe he was living under a rock. Didn’t really pay a whole lot to what went on around them, well in news and media anyway. If there was a war, it would have been known though. “That’s not explaining a whole lot.. You were three when it happened so you couldn’t have remembered but you lived through it.” World War Three, sounded fictional almost, and he heard no news of it anyway. Was old enough yeah but it all still sounded so off. 

The mans  expression alone was telling, tried to make sense of it and was starting to give himself a headache in the process. “Can you.. explain it to me. I want to understand but having a hard time with it. As far as I know.. historically we’ve had two world wars.. Unless I hit my head somewhere growing up..”

Kid looked tired and he didn’t want to pester Jack too much. “How about.. Are you hungry? I’ll make you something, anything and you can explain what I seem to be lacking and understanding here. Sound alright by you?” 

[pvremichigan]

“Crows have grown on me”

Considering her boyfriend and own son have symbolic resemblance to crows, perhaps it’s for the better.

“I love my little murder.”

[aeipathcy]

@yesfxckyxu * ✭ ❪ plotted starter ❫

On a cold winter day, Larisa found herself dreading heading back home. The holiday season was not truly something she liked to deal with, and with her housemate’s family coming over that evening, the redhead was reluctant to show up and ruin the festivities. After everything that had happened years ago, she couldn’t bring it in herself to take a seat at the other girl’s family table. If it wasn’t for her abilities that would sour everyone’s mood, it would be the fact that she was not exactly liked amongst the family members that would.

Besides that, the girl wasn’t much for gathering around a table and having fun. Those were days of the past that she couldn’t get back. Even if Maria was kind enough to invite her, she wasn’t worth the trouble. As much as Larisa did care about and appreciate the girl, she couldn’t expose her to more harm than necessary, hence why she kept her distance. 

As these thoughts churned around in her mind, Larisa soon found her path blocked by a group of unhappy university students. By unhappy people, she meant people clearly frustrated and angry at her, and she could recognize their faces as matching some people from her campus. Maybe these college idiots blamed her for their poor scores on their finals and decided to ruin her day by—a glance towards their hands revealed unsheathed pocket knives—most likely stabbing her or something.

Unperturbed, Larisa let out a sigh as the guys attempted to intimidate her, tightening her grip on her bag. Even if she was stabbed, it didn’t matter to her. If they tried to touch her, they’d end up reaping what they sowed. As tempted as she was to initiate contact herself, that would not look good on a report should police get involved (not that inexplicable wounds out of nowhere would either). 

❝ You might want to run while you can, ❞ she warned them as she stared them down with a cold gaze, ❝ you are aware of my reputation, aren’t you? ❞ 

[ruinedrot-a]

@yesfxckyxu​

“I’m not interested in chitchat. Can’t you see I’m reading?”

[mortau]

@yesfxckyxu replied to your post “"I need an adult." "You're already an...”:

Jack: "He needs an adultyer adult."

"I'm an adultier adult."

"But you kind of suck at it."

"Quiet, you little twerp!"

[sapphiresands-moved]

@yesfxckyxu:  (( Jack 🤝 Sevren ))

The lesson here is don’t get either of these boys mad, and especially don’t get them mad when they’re together.

[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!!!!

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continuation from [x] with @yesfxckyxu

Sitting in the garden-like part of the park, Nunnally enjoyed her own company. She definitely should not have been there, especially unchaperoned, but she was tired of meeting some important and unimportant men in suits, giving them fake smiles, and pretending she was interested in their words. So, if whoever was responsible for the security, let her sneak out, well, that was not really her problem. She sat on the ground leaning on the tree and admiring the flowers around her. She was not entirely sure it was allowed to rest on the grass in the actual flower bed, but not that she really cared.  She wanted to go through some notes in her notebook, but she ended up sketching random plants or small scenes she saw in the park.

She was not paying any attention for her surroundings, too used to being on her own. Perhaps therefore Nunnally didn't notice the man approaching her until he spoke. It took her a few moments to understand what he was saying. His voice sounded nice, and although she considered his first question a bit blatant, the remarks that followed made her laugh.

“I suppose they will not end up talking and complaining. But I guess you might be right. They might not appreciate the unwanted gazes equally as we don’t like others staring at us. But both us and the flowers sometimes have no choice but bear with it. It is surely a disturbing idea you just presented.” – she replied closing her notebook so that he was not to see the sketches. She neither stood up nor invited him to sit next to her, but her smile was friendly and perhaps was an invitation in itself – “But yes, I was looking at these roses, when you approached. I was trying to draw them, but I lack proper skills.” – she admitted, but if Jack was able to have a peek in her notebook before she closed it, he would have known she was overly critical about herself.

“Am I not supposed to be here? You’re rather observant, aren’t you?” – a faint pink painted her cheeks – “But do you really think so or is that just a nice line to peak my interest?” – she smiled to him – “But I will not deny I should not. Come on, let’s play a game.” – she suggested, this time inviting Jack to sit next to her – “Take a guess, why and if you’re close enough I’ll tell you why. But you are surely interesting, Mr…Who do I owe the pleasure to talk with?”

Nunnally liked him. She could not deny he was different than most people she was meeting in the last days and the remarks about the flowers were fun for her to listen. She was not sure, however, if he was joking she did not fit there, and if her reply was not a joke as well.

“But you'll also have to tell me something… What is it that you are listening to? Will you share some music with me?”

She paused and hesitantly added: --

"My name is Nunnally. It's nice talking to you."

[castelleve]

@yesfxckyxu​ asked: Jack seems very confused and unsure of something, "I heard some commotion - so I came to investigate... What is this talk about immortals..?" [[ cue uncertain IJ ]]

“Oh. Uh... Mich didn’t want me to explain much, but I was sort of talking about uh... Different immortal species? And their varying reproductive habits!” He’s still holding the book in his hands, lightly tapping the side. “Uh... You think she’d be mad if I lent you this book? I mean, I’ll need it back eventually cause a friend of mine is gonna be pissed if i lose it, but you can read through it! It’s got, uh, all these different types of immortals and their habitats and diets and reproductive habits and stuff, like...” He flips it open, then searches for a page. Opening it led to an entry on slime people. 

“Like these! I encountered them early on when I first started traveling, but they’re, like, these water creatures that absorb stuff like rain water and morning dew and even small water droplets in the air! And then when they got to a certain size, they would just split in half, like an amoeba or something reproducing asexually.” 

Ah, his inner nerd was coming out! Was he rambling too much? Mich was gonna be mad...

Damian looks away sheepishly, and holds the book out for Jack to take. “I’m talking too much, haha, sorry... Don’t wanna spoil things for ya if ya wanna read it.”

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