#vicicus

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hux: >:T hux: *smooch* veers: >:T veers: : oh gee *is disharmed* with @vicicus​

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alice: madness returns / accepting ➟

( @vicicus / @acharnemcnt ) transmitted ❝  you’re not that good a liar  ,  and i’m not that stupid .  ❞

            why did he feel the need to add levity to the situation? was it because of how ridiculous it was for two men guilty of high treason who, only a short time ago, were peerless monsters at the head of an all-consuming regime to be hiding out in a cave on some slog of an outer rim planet? men who were at each other's throats for nearly a decade? men who were forged from their wounds and their scars, both earned and self-inflicted? men who cut their teeth on the bones of their fathers and glittered in their mantels of spite? or was it because those very same men who had hated each other so were now huddled near a flame in a cave that was likely flood?

            either way, the man that was once kylo ren met fate's humor with his own.

            ❝ i don't lie, ❞ he let his penchant for brevity have its way as his thoughts collided with the sheets of rain battering the mouth of the cave, ❝ i was two. chandrila was in range of fyzen gor's phylanx redux transmitter. the signal corrupted the droid that was watching me. ❞

            he had fond memories of that droid. bx-778, affectionately known as beex, was a kitchen droid gifted to his family by the manufacturer himself: lando calrissian. a young ben learned a lot from that droid. if the boy wasn't nose-deep in a novel or finger-deep in calligraphy, he was wrist-deep in the kitchen mastering some new recipe from the holonet with the quirky droid at his side.

            but the poor caf-obsessed droid had his share of issues. the man remembered clearly the day he'd come home from school and flew over the threshold of the kitchen with the hope that beex had a snack already waiting.

            what the young ben found though was every mug in the apartment filled with various levels of endorian brew. some dark and oily, others were nearly transparent. there was even a couple that were just half-ground beans and lukewarm water.

            ❝ m-master ben! ❞ beex jittered excitedly as he flung open the cabinet to the crockery and began to pour his concoction into the bowls, ❝ wou-would you like some caf? it's ethically sourced! ❞

            ben said nothing as he stepped back through the door. in a silent panic, the boy bolted through the city streets and didn't stop till he burst through the doors of the senate building.

            ❝ calrissian destroyed the transmitter and solo killed gor, ❞ the man continued, a strange sort of half-smile tugged down on the corner of his mouth, ❝ and i was almost decapitated by a caf machine. ❞

            he could already imagine hux's snideness. some morbid churn about how unfortunate it was that beex hadn't succeeded. and the ghost couldn't bring himself to disagree.

[celestaei]

STARTER   \   @vicicus​   .

       ❝ YOUR HAND LACKS A DRINK,❞  he begins, his own glass held between recently manicured fingers, the callouses scrubbed off, dirt and grime under his nails filed away. this wasn’t his greatest idea, and in no world would he have actively volunteered for this job, but considering his upbringing, it was only natural to send the one who had grown up around politics into the political ring.  ❝ have you just run out, or showing more restraint than the rest of us here tonight ? ❞

[ncxilearchive]

@vicicus​ sent a transmission :  [Trace] Trace my muse’s scar purposely ( twin bonding time though )

          KEEP THEM HIDDEN.    DON’T LET ANYONE SEE.    A constant echo in the back of his mind,  a reminder to himself.   He didn’t need anyone looking at him with pity in their eyes;  and more importantly he wasn’t going to let Brendol win,  by letting it show how it affected him.    The old man could try all he wanted to break him,  but all he was managing to do was fueling the anger that seemed to have taken home under Armitage’s skin,  invisible and yet always so present.

          But there were times where caution wasn’t needed,  when guard was lowered,  when there wasn’t the urge to cover his skin up.    Rare situations,  even more so since they both took different paths.    And yet,  it seemed that they were both still stuck in the same predicament.    How absolutely not surprisingly.    He doubted their father would even give either of them a moment of peace.    Something akin to a huff filtered past his lips when seafoam hues met Aloysius’s ones.    ❝  Don’t give me that look.  ❞    Despite the nature of the words,  there wasn’t any animosity behind his tone,  that being even more obvious by the way he let his twin tug at his arm.    ❝  You know he enjoy making it hard to hide them.  ❞    Armitage’s tone flat,  detached even.    And yet there was a gleam behind his eyes when the sleeve of his shirt was pushed up.     Pale freckled skin covered in burn marks,  some old some newer,  slowly being exposed.

          Hand twitching the moment fingers pressed against some of the newer marks,  skin still raw and tender,  the urge to pull his arm back high,   ❝  A couple of weeks ago,  he was living.    But you already know how he gets when like that.  ❞    A hum.    ❝  Just the usual.  ❞

⸻ ★ SCARS PROMPTS

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@vicicus​​ : 💚 - ENVY because we know he's jelly

Sinday memes

💚 - ENVY - What is my muse jealous of?  Is it someone else’s power or privilege?  Is it something about their relationship?

In a word? Everything. Much of his anger and insecurity stems from envy. It’s a reflection of his upbringing, of being born from nothing. A majority of his life was spent disrespected, cast aside, and forgotten. At the very heart of it, he’s angry at the universe. Whatever divine creator ( headcanon post on Orson’s religious thoughts will be made someday ) up above was cruel and unkind to him. His mind, the source of his intellect and his gifts, also serves as his jailer. No matter how much titles or possessions he acquires, it’s never enough. He’ll always be that child who has nothing. I’ll highlight a few people in his life who he has felt envious of, along with how he handles them. The Erso’s     Orson is absolutely envious of the Erso family as a whole, although he definitely does not show it. To Galen, it’s one of intellectual and moral insecurity. Galen was effortlessly better than him in every single way. He was smarter ( though that was Orson’s own fault for not fucking studying ) but most importantly, he was happier. They come from a similar background ( both from poor, working-class families ) yet he could never wrap it around his head that Galen was content with who he was.     Onto Lyra — well, she has Galen’s attention and heart, ‘nuff said. Ahaha, whether or not this feeling is romantic or platonic will be kept ambiguous. But he is jealous and possessive of his friend.     Lastly, Jyn. Similarly to Lyra, she has Galen’s attention. Though in this case, how do I put it — it’s a feeling of being replaced. His best friend was moving on but Orson was not ready to let go ( something something attachments ). Additionally, he’s jealous of her childhood. Jyn was raised in a loving family while Orson was not. There’s resentment plus many other past problems ( warning: discussions of domestic abuse - see here and here ). Grand Moff Tarkin     This one’s relatively straightforward and a tale of ‘Did not unlock tragic backstory’. Orson believes that like every other Imperial officer, Tarkin is the epitome of privilege. Old money, influential, rich. It was everything he hated and envied. Though if you dig a little deeper than that, he envies the governor’s calculating calmness and bravery. Unlike Orson, he doesn’t fly off the handle with rage every time something unexpected happens. Additionally, he has seen Tarkin in action before ( and also caused a civil war on his jurisdiction but let’s not go there ) and secretly, he was very impressed. It does pain him that next to the governor, he looks like an incompetent buffoon wearing a silly costume.

[punzelpositivity]

I want to shout out @vicicus! Ame is such a kind person. She goes out of her way to support people and spread a lot of positivity in the rpc. She always checks in on me when I am down and listens to me rant. I know she must be doing these things for other people too. Thank you for being a kind soul dear Ame!

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vicicus  asked  :  " Je ne peux pas te croire ! Je t'ai dit de faire attention ! " ( in modern verse though )

     𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒  his  face  ,  unsure  how  to  deal  with  the  information  given  .  unskilled  in  the  crafts  of  languages  -  french  being  one  of  the  more  challenging  ones  .  (  often  they  had  𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐃  about  this  topic  .  )  it  was  meant  to  be  a  surprise  for  his  lover  ,  a  gesture  of  appreciation  and  affection  .  though  cooking  had  never  been  varns  favorite  𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘  .  ❝  stop  screaming  in  your  sexy  french  baguette  language  !  i  don’t  fuckin’  know  what  you’re  saying  !  ❞  a  desperate  attempt  ,  anything  to  make  the  other  see  .  unlike  other  instances  ,  where  his  expertise  in  several  languages  was  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  - would  it  not  help  the  case  here  .  (  sigh  escaped  .  )  

     𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  a  broad  chest  ,  unable  to  hide  his  frustration  .  ❝  just  wanted  to  bake  you  a  fuckin’  cake !  sorry  that  your  cheap  ass  stove  can’t  handle  my  cookin’  skills  .  .  .  ❞  a  pitch  black  mess  presented  on  the  kitchen  counter  -  another  failed  recipe  .  (  soon  a  frown  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃  ,  disappointed  in  his  own  actions  .  )  ❝  you’ve  worked  so  hard  ,  wanted  to  give  you  somethin’  back  .  ❞  adan  moved  closer  ,  carefully  brushing  the  strand  of  hair  out  of  his  lawyers  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  .  soothing  his  anger  .  ❝  .  .  .  sorry  foxy  .  ❞

[mltpl]

DAVID contemplated the stars drawing straight lines as far as one creation such as his could. his lips were set save for the slight curl as both end, displaying an almost human-like behavior. there he stood, solidly in place before the large viewport as the lights from space enlightened his sharp-shaped features. at the general’s request, he turned swiftly, hands crossing behind his back, a posture he’s studied to be the most common amongst personel serving abord the ship.

❝ i am synthetic. android. man-made creation. a SUPERIOR model. advanced and enhanced—MADE TO SERVE. ❞ he paused but his features remained collected, illegible, difficult to read. ❝ is there any particular reason why you ask, SIR? ❞

@vicicus​ said : “You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?” ( for david )