#yinjiyang

[ofengineers]

The Enterprise is almost READY now. Mid is just doing one last test on the sea, with her team. And then, she will be able to truly accompany Clive and the others. She wants to be useful, more than anything else. It's her way to honor her father's legacy, too. Clive can't be the only one doing it.

She's very concentrated, analyzing and taking notes, when she suddenly feels a presence nearby. "Titan's tits!" she exlaims, seeing that guy next to her. She has never seen him before. He doesn't look particularly evil, but how the hell did he just appear on her ship ? "Who are you ? Why are you here ? Can't you see I'm working!?" Well, maybe she's overreacting, but she can't do otherwise.

@yinjiyang

[tsckcyomi-archived]

@yinjiyang from here

The hold he retains on the Dominant is but a mockery of the gentle gesture it appears to be, the tips of his gloved fingers digging into the other's nape as he keeps him in place. Observing him from up close, Sleipnir's lips curl into an eerie smile of his own. The rage in the other man's eyes does so very little to unnerve him ━ he's but an egi, after all. He cannot die even if the other were to lash out now.

" ━ My liege will be so very pleased to hear of your return. And so will our master be," he mutters, his voice a gentle lilt. "But just where have you been hiding for so long, Leviathan? The people could have used your powers."

[kihel-sorcas]

Part I of a few doodles to various asks/threads I found rather sweet!

Thanks for the cool interactions!

Feauturing:

@phoenix-flamed 's Elwin aka Miles from X & X

@yinjiyang 's Yin/Leviathan from X & X

@lionheartedscout 's Gav from X & X

[all-nights-dreaming]

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ @yinjiyang asked: "What are you proud of?" | [x]

Dream looked up from where he sat on the bench, a handful of birdseed in his palm as pigeons and crows pecked at the grassy field around him. The day was sunny and warm. Families gathered in small clusters to enjoy the fair weather. Runners jogged past in singles and pairs. A parkgoer earlier had helpfully informed him that bread was not an adequate meal for birds. Conveniently, a nearby grocer sold small bags of seeds.

Dream frowned a little, considering the question. The moment dragged on, and he realized belatedly his silence perhaps revealed what he did not wish to speak. "𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧." He answered at last, looking away, and tossed his handful of seeds to the birds. "𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭."

[miercolaes]

@yinjiyang , i've warned you the legend is true ... now you have been cursed with this interaction .

astra  inclinant,  sed  non  obligant    —    the  stars  may  incline  us,  but  they  do  not  shackle  us.  since  her  earliest  memories,  her  mother  had  whispered  the  universe;s  secrets  into  her  ear.  while  the  celestial  bodies  might  gently  nudge  one  in  a  particular  direction,  the  realm  of  free  will  existed  and  always  reigned  supreme.  wednesday  knew  that  her  destiny  was  preordained  from  the  outset,  therefore  there  was  no  point  in  raising  an  eyebrow  at  what  the  world  considered  perilous  and  unscrupulous.  if  the  gift  of  free  will  wasn’t  presented  on  a  silver  platter,  then  it  would  be  seized  with  a  silver  dagger.  it  all  boiled  down  to  that  simplicity,  at  least  within  the  addamses  morals.  the  raven  saunted  carefreely  across  mined  terrain.  she  should  have  avoided  this  place,  however  something  was  summoning  her,  akin  to  a  disembodied  voice  echoing  from  a  crypt.  wednesday  simply  couldn’t  resist  this  call,  regardless  of  where  it  led  or  the  lurking  peril.

she  was  convinced  that  the  true  dangers  lay  within  –  that  the  real  monsters  wore  human  skin.  and  wednesday  was  human,  too.  bony  fingers  clutched  a  dagger  with  an  unyielding  grip  as  she  slanted  her  head,  peering  into  the  starless  night.  she  has  readied  herself  for  the  impending  tempest,  for  the  potential  bloodshed  that  could  erupt  at  any  given  time.  with  a  mad  man’s  serenity  she  has  accepted  the  risks  and  knelt  on  the  ground,  awaiting  the  inevitable.        ❝  fascinating,  isn’t  it  –  the  night.  ❞        she  uttered  as  soon  as  her  ears  detected  a  sound,  not  too  far  in  the  distance  as  she  presumes.  wednesday  remained  unflinching    ;    instead,  she  took  in  the  night’s  allure.  it  exuded  a  captivating  macabre  essence,  terribly  perfect  for  a  crime.  the  identity  of  the  one  who  came  to  welcome  her  didn’t  matter,  but  the  intentions  that  would  soon  unveil  did.  she  was  still  holding  onto  the  dagger,  after  all.

[evcryopeneye]

@yinjiyang asked: ❝ you deserve so much more than what you were given. ❞ ( for Feng Wu )

The statement felt out of place, she didn’t really know what to make of it. For a moment, she dragged her eyes away from the stars, glanced at him as she tried, and failed, to read that expression on his face. It wasn’t that he was hard to read, it's just the idea that he looked at her in any special way completely escaped her.

Why would he? Why would anyone?

After all, the man she’d been betrothed to for most of her life, hadn’t even fought her execution. Part of her had believed in this stupid idea that maybe people cared. That all the years they had known each other, all of those childhood days spent running around courtyards, sneaking in and out of palaces, had meant something. This horrible sensation in her chest had appeared in the moments she realised….that no one was going to defend her. All of these people who were meant to care had simply stepped aside and watched her fall. Kinda hard to believe in anything in the wake of that.

Still, she smiled, pasted a smile over whatever feeling it was sitting in her chest and just…shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not so sure about that one.” She wasn’t. Maybe they didn’t deserve anything? Who was she to know? Everything that she had believed in, or observed, had been turned on its head. Here she was, skirting through the countryside in the dark in an attempt to evade authorities and somehow fix the fucking mess they found themselves in, through no fault of their own.

“It just is.” Sure, it sounded defeatist, because it was.

She had lost.

They both had, it was why they were in this mess in the first place. The Empire had won and here they were, eeking out a living and a way forward together. Then a sigh left her. “I guess I must have really screwed up in a past life or something.” Sure, she laughed when she said it, but it wasn’t a joke.

[infulaen]

`* @yinjiyang 's Leviathan accessed The Thousand Tomes! *

"THE PRESENCE OF A GUARDIAN, overlooking the earnest creatures attempting to learn the complexities imparted to them. Surprised am I to be graced by such a visit. I wonder if there is an underlying reason, or if an exhausting endeavor allowed you to find our humble abode."

[vilisus]

@yinjiyang

The raven waddled one way, then another. There was no clear direction in where they were headed. He had no idea where he was or where he was going. The world felt like it was spinning. He couldn’t fly, which was likely for the best. One wing hung low, a rather large burn taking up most of the side of his body, from what you could call his shoulder and down his back.

Eventually he stopped when he found some cover under a bench, needing to rest. Between the spell that freed him and the iron, he was weak. He needed to settle for just a moment. At least until he could get a better idea of where he was. Eyes darting this way and that anytime someone had walked too close to the bench. He was scared and alone. He didn’t want to be found, but he didn’t know who he was hiding from. He just knew he needed to stay hidden.