#youmourn

[sentmail]

hey kunsel can u tell me a funfact about chickens

"They can remember faces — got a good memory in general, actually. Which probably means they can hold grudges too. Wouldn't put it past them."

[vctlan]

what do you remember ? cloud :pleading:

Cloud stares a little too long into Zack's eye, his gaze eerily bright yet unfocused, searching through the muddy waters of his memory as he tries to form a coherent narrative of what had happened. Of what he thought Zack wanted to hear.

"Do we… have to talk about this now?" There's a certain pain to his voice, an obvious plea to avoid the subject, to let things lie dormant. "I remember enough to not want to." Bits and pieces were clear, as sharp and jagged as broken glass that he tried to put back together, but the long stretches of darkness between certain thoughts and memories had him grow uneasy the more they questioned him.

He was avoidant, running from the holes in the reality he patched together for himself - one where in he wasn't a no name experiment from a town erased over; one where his new strength and power had always been there, a sign that he'd achieved his childhood dreams of becoming SOLDIER; one where the pain of Hojo's experiments could be buried in mako poisoning, never to be remembered.

… But he's always been terrible at hiding his emotions, as petulant and sharp as he'd grown accustomed to present himself as ever since the ruthless days of the Shinra infantry SOLDIER program. The furrow in his brow softens somewhat as he's worn down by Zack's care, the one person who was a constant through it all.

Who would I be without Zack?

He speaks again, after a while, his gaze looking away as he turned to look at his hands. "And… It hurts to remember." Cloud finally admits, resisting the urge to glance back at Zack, instead gripping his own wrist, feeling the pressure of his unnatural strength. "There are things I know that I just…" He shrugs his shoulders, although it isn't in a dismissive manner now, instead fully… hesitant, unsure.

[wistrearchived]

ALL OF THE ABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE

a laugh escapes her, as if the sound comes so easy when elicited by him. her hands reach up to pinch at his cheeks gently, before she holds his face within the cradle of her palms. he really was so cute, and she couldn't stop herself from thinking it. ❛    you already know you're my type, don't you? or did you just want to hear me tell you again?     ❜  she asks with a teasing lift to her voice. ❛    i like you so much, zack. and i love you even more.      ❜ 

@youmourn

[vtriol]

❛ quick, hide me! ❜ the soldier ducks behind @youmourn, head towards the ground and covering the rest of their exposed face with their left hand. (never mind that their bright white hair is sticking out like a sore thumb.) just moments later, a small group of people stand in the square and look around, whisper among themselves, then head down another street. thana peeks over zack's shoulder to confirm the group is gone, then steps out from their hiding spot. they release the breath they held as a sigh of relief. ❛ thanks. my, uh... fanclub found me while i was patrolling. ❜ they tilt their head. ❛ are you heading out for a mission or something? i didn't realize you'd be in midgar still. ❜

[mukagen]

❛       yoooo,   itto!        ❜       the quietude of the forest is interrupted by the rustling of a maple tree up ahead,   and from it drops the young man who some knew as the  demon  of  shirakami,   or the  northern  dragon.     to itto,   however,   he was only  kenta.     they’d gotten off to a rocky start when kenta ate the onikabuto itto showed him,   but they’d moved past it and become inseparable since.     if takashi were still around,   he’d say they were like  salt  and  the  sea.

kenta hangs from the branch he’d been sitting on,   giving the oni a fangy grin.

❛        ——  heardja won yerself a pretty  mean  game o’ dice for some candy.   sorry i missed it.     y’got any left?        ❜  

                  @youmourn​,             sc.

[opyre]

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE CARRY EMOTIONS ?

ANGER.     jaw clenching,   hands balling into fists,   teeth grinding,   yelling,   going non verbal,   stuttering speech,   rushed speech,   slow concise speech,   rambling,   quiet,   arms crossing,   shaking head,   tearing up,   animated,   expressionless,   projects,   internalizes,   vents,   withdraws,   passive aggressive,   direct,   physical outbursts,  verbal outbursts.

JOY.        easy smiles,   fighting back grins,   suppressed laughter,   loud laughter,   giggles,   chuckling,   smirks,   whole body laughs,   covers mouth when laughing / giggling,   throws head back when laughing,   slaps leg,   touches people around them when laughing,   looks down when laughing,   looks for eye contact when laughing,   sparkling eyes,   bubbly happiness,   quiet subtle happiness,   obnoxious happiness,   wants to spread joy,   quietly savours joy.

SADNESS.   crying,   bottling it up,   seeks distractions,   wallows,   meditates,  trains and processes,   avoidance,   seeks out comfort,   withdraws,  talks it out,   internalizes it,    sad smiles,   depression naps,   uses alcohol,   uses drugs,   seeks out sources of joy,   fidgets with sentimental item,   sits in silence,   broods,   gets moody,  wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions,   nurtures others to make themselves feel better.

EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME.         blushing,   looking away,   rubbing at back of head,   covering face,   laughing nervously,   laughs it off,   overthinks,   lets it go,   self deprecating humor,   deflects,   gets irritated,   smiles,   withdraws,   crossing arms over stomach,   crossing arms over chest,   hands in pockets,   shoulders sinking,  shrugs,   falling into silence until comfortable again,   talking a lot to compensate.

GUILT.         avoiding eye contact,   shoulders sinking low,   head hanging down,   crying,   chest aches,   lashes out,   internalizes,   apologizes,   deflects,   communicates,   withdraws,   grand gestures for forgiveness,   accepts fault easily,   punishes themselves,   martyrdom,   victim complex,   guilt complex,   healthy conscience,   internalizes even after forgiveness,   seeking redemption,   moves on easily,   denial,   lack of guilt / conscience,  sorry they got caught more than caused harm,  can’t handle knowing they hurt others.

FEAR / ANXIETY.     trembling,   crying,   sarcasm / sass to cope,   rambles,   goes silent,   gets angry,   fidgeting,   clenching jaw,   picking at nails,   chewing at lip,   pulling at clothes,   adjusting jewellery / clothing,   swallowing thickly,   eyes widening,   over-reacts,   under-reacts,   calm,   logical,   panic,   irrational,   overthinks,   carefully analyzes,   talks to themselves,   breathing exercises,   flight,   fight,   withdraw,   fawn.

** some of these are situational , so i have italicized a lot of them (they may seem contradictory) ! i could go more in depth on it but that's for another time :)

TAGGED BY : @dhnte ! ( thank u so much i love these things hehe )

TAGGING : @starshcwer / @keyschosen , @youmourn , @onegil , @wistrea , @adureus , @strfe , @telamn , @benydikta , @zhylia , @braskide ♡ no pressure at all to fill it out but i thought it'd be fun :)

[youmourn]

#YOUMOURN, private zack fair from - crisis core - final fantasy. orig. made 2016. re - re - est. 2024. reimagined from canon. please read about his rewritten canon because it is crucial how different i portray him from the original source. crisis core critical. not affiliated with the ffrpc. rewritten by cassi. 25+. any pronouns. low activity and primarily iconless. standard rules apply. slowly playing through rebirth. spoilers will be tagged. verses include bloodborne, dark souls, ffxiv / xv / xvi, kingdom hearts, devil may cry, baldur's gate 3, resident evil. carrd tba later.

information about canon divergence below (does not follow rebirths timeline but does take some influences)

does not only include staying alive endgame (his price to pay is losing his left eye which is covered by an eyepatch) but upon finding out the truth about shinra and soldier as a whole skews his vision on what he thinks is wrong and right. absolutely does not follow soldier honor nor blindly follows in his mentors ideals, instead perceives his own opinions and changed directions of dreams. tries to cling onto naïve ideas of heroism he has embodied but loses it along the way. has come to the realization that soldier is nothing but monsters thus believing he is one in return despite no longer being a member. partakes in the bombing of reactor's 1 and 5 - albeit super reluctantly so despite his past dealing with them - thus following the events as an unwilling body of avalanche. there is fleeting proof of sephiroth that he absolutely can't ignore ie. a whisp of long silver hair, an echo of his voice that no one else can hear, but it's never in the full form like cloud.

horror elements will also be applied here so follow with caution.

[deadupon]

#deadupon a privatized multi - muse writing blog by cassi. 31, any pronouns. 21+ only. i use the block button liberally. standards rules apply. active whenever i want to be. affiliated with @violevin & @yourburdens. prev. burylights. priority muses, astarion, vash the stampede.

muse list + verses.

ASTARION. baldur's gate iii. dark souls, bloodborne, resident evil, own vampire lore. non - requestable ascended verse will only be written with select friends. otherwise, i will stick with his spawn ending, no exceptions.

ZACK FAIR. final fantasy 7. reimagined from canon. final fantasy 14 + 15, bloodborne, dark souls, genshin impact, devil may cry, baldur's gate iii. tl;dr no longer affiliates himself with soldier after a series of events, soldier honor? what's that?, teams up with avalanche despite not accepting the way things are done, respects angeal as a mentor but does not keep his promises nor dreams and adopts the buster sword as his own identity, is alive end game. moved to @youmourn.

VASH THE STAMPEDE. trigun, multiple media. cowboy bebop, og + stampede, final fantasy 14, bloodborne, devil may cry.

YASUO. league of legends. demon slayer, true damage, odyssey, spirit blossom.

SATORU GOJO. jujutsu kaisen. other verses to come.

with an additional secret menu.

[vctlan]

"All I’m asking is that you hear me out." — @youmourn

Tension lingers, friction in the air that could almost be cut, a pervasive feeling that seemed only to accentuate the heaviness with which Barret leaned on the table between them with his good arm, holding in hand a drink Tifa had pre-emptively fetched him in an attempt to have him at least open for consideration.

And, well. He was. He trusted Tifa's judgment. Didn't mean he trusted Shin-Ra mutts, though, be they abandoned or not.

( "We're hurting for help, right? Zack's the real deal!" )

A weary huff of an exhale exits through his nose as if baffled that he was even considering it, but it's as much as an invitation for SOLDIER boy to get on with it as anything else.

"Don't be thinking I'll be sympathizing with the two of you over some sob story… but go on then, I'm listenin'. What made you wanna turn on your masters, pooch?"

He can feel Tifa glaring daggers into the back of his head, her sigh audible from where she was behind the counter, doing a terrible job at acting like she was just cleaning up and not listening in to their conversation - no doubt willing to step in should tensions get too high for comfort. Hopefully, she did warn the poor sod about just how strongly anti-Shin-Ra Barret was - the fact that he didn't throttle every middle manager he saw was a feat in and of itself.

But for all his bite, there he is, sitting back in his chair now that he admitted to being willing to at least hear the guy out, beer mug brought to his lips as if to stop himself from saying anything else. Whatever it was that brought Zack here, willing to help out one of the many terrorist cells he must have fought against… it couldn't have been pretty.

Because honest to Gaia, they looked like shit the first time he saw them. Even now, with his dark eyes hidden behind even darker shades, Barret can't help but just watch as the other sat there and talked, taking in both mannerisms and appearance - Zack looked rough, like he was shaking off the tail end of a bad flu, not quite at his prime. Much better than his blond buddy, though.

But if what the propaganda said about SOLDIERs was anything close to reality, as long as they were in a condition to fight… yeah. Their plans would go a lot smoother.

And the shortened tale he hears is plenty enough to understand their motivation for payback, however…

"… Look, even with all that behind you, I need you to think hard on this: can you actually handle the job? D'ya think you can stomach it?" His voice lowers, here, and he sits straight again, resting the empty mug on the table. "I won't make light of it: there's risk involved. And lots of it. For you, for the people around you." Regret nests here, but he does not let it linger, chasing it off with a fist that he raises as if to make a point, always a man who loves his motivational speeches. "But if it isn't us little guys banding together, being willing to take the fight to Shin-Ra, then no one's gonna do it and things ain't EVER gonna get better, and the planet will continue to be bled dry until all they'll have left to eat is their damn money!"

He'd stood up somewhere in the middle of that rant, and dramatically does he settle back down, although with a semi-amused scoff. "Heh, knowing them, though, they'd probably try and find a way to fly off and find another planet to leech off if they could."

[wistrearchived]

@youmourn  sent:              PICKS HER UP AND SPINS SPINS SPINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MWAH MWAH 😚🥰😘😘😘😘😘😘

❛       zack!       ❜           his name is torn from her lips with a delighted shout,        and she is ever glad to meet him halfway when she is suddenly taken up into her arms.        there is a laugh,       so soft that one would never have believed it survived the path of her sharpened tongue to escape her lips,       but it was such a sound that only zack seemed to be able to elicit from her.         maybe work wouldn't be as unbearable today ...         her arms wrap around his shoulders as he continues to spin,       wondering if he'll get dizzy at this point,       but she didn't have the space in her heart to find a complain for it was only filled with affection for him.

when she finally draws herself away from the crook of his neck,    she meets his eyes        [        ever striking to be lost in,       different from when they were younger,         but she loved gazing at them all the same because they were still zack        ]        and her forehead rests gently against his own.        how she takes his face into her hands and begins peppering kiss after kiss and then some,       on every inch of his visage,         ❛      hi,   darling!     i missed you so much.     ❜

[youmourn-a]

#youmourn zack fair from - crisis core - final fantasy. originally made 2016. does not abide by canon! not affiliated with the ffrpc. rewritten by cassi. 25+. any pronouns. low activity + iconless. carrd.

information about canon divergence is below

does not only include staying alive endgame but upon finding out the truth about shinra and soldier as a whole skews his vision on what he thinks is wrong and right. absolutely does not follow soldier honor nor blindly follows in his mentors ideals, instead perceives his own opinions and changed directions of dreams. tries to cling onto naïve ideas of heroism he has embodied but loses it along the way. has come to the realization that soldier is nothing but monsters thus believing he is one in return despite no longer being a member. partakes in the bombing of reactor's 1 and 5 - albeit super reluctantly so - thus following the events of the remake as an unwilling body of avalanche. there is fleeting proof of sephiroth that he can't ignore ie. a whisp of long silver hair, an echo of his voice that no one else can hear, but never the full form like cloud.

horror elements will be applied here so follow with caution.

[halchron]

❝ i knew i could count on you. ❞ then 4 prompto heheh

andor ━ accepting ( @youmourn )

❝ heh heh, it was no sweat buddy ! if anything i should be thanking you, i totally would've been dead meat without you here. ❞

zack's words make a subtle blush bloom on his cheeks, the thought of being helpful warming his chest, though he was quick to shift the praise as always. in truth, he was only able to get a few trick shots off because the other was such an amazing close range fighter. had he been alone, the blond definitely would've had to flee all together or find a safe distance away from the horde to fire accurately. if prompto actually gave himself credit, he'd admit that it came down to them simply being a good team. he sighs lightheartedly, twirling his pistol around his index finger once before holstering it.

❝ noct's gonna be so pissed that we killed that bounty without 'im though... tough luck for him ! ❞

[mythae]

there's a hum, fingers tapping on the hilt of his sword before folding his arms across his chest. "apologies," eyes can't help but drift below chamber's chin but quickly snaps up with direct contact. he tries not to make it obvious but he was never good at being conspicuous; although one could easily assume its judgement. "i normally don't ask the company of another, i hope you don't mind."   /  sent by @youmourn.

he catches yasuo’s drifting gaze, but he refrains pointing it out aloud ;  the gunsmith would be remiss to deny that yasuo is an attractive man or that as such the gaze was both flattery and compliment combined. the only recognition chamber provides is the subtlety of a sly smirk. though just as confidence enters his features, he presses his glasses gently higher upon the bridge of his nose and a mirth is swift to replace.

there were few he had come across in his travels across runeterra that he found himself enjoying the company of  —  the ronin before him is among them.  “how could i deny a man like yourself, mon ami?”  his voice is as smooth as the words that fall from his tongue ; a warmth lay beneath,  “i’d be a fool otherwise.”

[aicidos]

"DUDE. did. you. see. that?!" camera is already in hand, eyes bright and smile wide. " a little chocobo chick waddles by; black and small. he immediately crouches down and lifts the lens to their face to immediately snap a picture. "this one is definitely going in the books! hey noct, it kinda looks like you!"

   he sees the truth for what it is, now: gathering firewood is an exercise in how many songs prompto can hum before the lyrics stop making sense, or how many splinters can steal hisses out of noctis. the sunset’s light spears around them in strange reds, a reminder nighttime will threaten soon. he takes a moment, however, to crouch beside his wood pile, picking at the rough skin of his fingertips with brows furrowed in mild concentration. in that moment, he hears it; prompto, calling out a halted strings of words. and noctis doesn’t look up, not immediately.  “  c’mon, we don’t got time to sightsee⸺  ”  

   instantly, he’s quieted by the camera’s shutter, and, more than that, a soft chirping. it’s high-pitched and unmistakeable, and works wonders to have his demeanor change in a blink, maybe less.

   he can see the glint of excitement in prompto’s pupil, and, however daily of an occurrence it is, the trait doesn’t get any less endearing⸺  nor do the jokes, for that matter. meaning, he meets the comparison with a stifled chuckle, briefly scrunching his nose instead of rolling his eyes.  “  uhuh. you must be preeetty happy you’re not the only chocobo-head now.  ”  careful as to not disturb the air by stepping on dry leaves, he nears the chocobo chick with his own string of coos, significantly quieter than prompto’s, but just as tender.  “  hey buddy, you lost ?  ”  the color strikes him more than its size, recalling the words of a concerned wiz: black chocobos are a rarity these days. an omen of good luck, if you ask him.  “  i say we bring it back to camp. can’t leave a chocobo chick out in the wild these days, let alone one as rare as this. i’ll call wiz tomorrow, see if we can leave it at the post.  ”  and he moves to gather the picked wood again, tucking it under his arm. 

   nodding towards prompto in an unspoken gesture of trusting him with holding the chocobo, he spares a glance to it again, an inevitable smile to pair with his half-joke,  “  well. think i’ll have to play mother chocobo for this little guy, then.  ”

unprompted.  ♡  * always accepting !  @youmourn.

[komoon]

"and /you/?" lips are pulled into a sneer and irritation immediately pulses through his body. impatience throttles and it more - so became when kokushibou decided to make an appearance. whether it was from muzan's order or just plain curiosity, he's close to a physical interaction that will end off in a severed arm ... on akaza's end, aynways. "don't you have some cocks to suck? leave me be."

eyes of sickly red &. yellow limit the space in which the demon sees , flash of amusement fleeting in pupils which state the ranking of his being . NUMBER ONE . appearance a shock to all but one , a demon of great desire with words uttered so carelessly . those words spoken would send amusement tumbling out like blood down ones cheek . oh , look at that . akaza 's face split in half , sliding down with a slosh of wet noises . sword never leaving kokushi 's waist .

❛ it seems ... you have forgotten ... whom you speak to ... ❜ its venom on the tongue that bites at the air . ❛ speak with such easiness ... near me again ... &. you will perish ... ❜

air between them sparked with anger between the two , overwhelming power flowing from eyes of odd &. muscles clenched so easily under skin of old . a heavy sigh exhaling lips , similar to the demons in their own eyes . HUMANS. ❛ now ... what did you state again to me ... ? ❜ ( careful with the ice you walk upon . thin as human life itself . )

[snakehoney]

THE FRAUD IN  NAME OF A PROPHET      `      you are a  twisted wonderland ,        ᵃ ᵖʳᵒᶠˡⁱᵍᵃᵗᵉ    ˢᵗᵉᵐᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ  ʸᵒᵘʳ   ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ᵃᵇᵘˢᵉ           and onto you are prayers from   the   sanguine  .      do you know the    ruin you have left    ?      the           OPENED  TONGUE           of     paradise you leech       your wealth      has        grown    a sword to have your head     but    still     you go   on ,          M͟O͟U͟T͟H͟     T͟A͟R͟G͟E͟T͟I͟N͟G͟     T͟H͟E͟       R͟I͟P͟E͟N͟E͟D͟    F͟R͟U͟I͟T͟ O͟F͟  C͟L͟A͟Y͟ .             grave digger  where will you find your eve ,     when she sits   in      the sky            𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 ?        you   know he is around you and so you  go to   ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ᶠⁱʳᵉ   ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ   ,    ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʰᵉ ˢᵗʳⁱᵏᵉˢ 

.                                   “  and  what do you think is left  for you here kojiro ?    ”   

@youmourn​     kojiro         &            ainosuke         +      and so beings the end .