#yvesderosesexy

[necroheir]

promises were best made with a sober mind because by the fourth day, viktor zalessky was going through the worst withdrawal symptoms ever. now that yves lived with him, it was doubly more difficult to slip in a quick sip of vodka, and even if he got away with it in the act, there was no telling if yves could smell it on his clothes. but he was slowly keeling to the temptation as that fine bottle of vodka on his counter whispered to him in the night. one sip couldn’t hurt, and yves would be none-the-wiser about it. snowpea had followed him out to the kitchen as he held his vice by the neck, and gestured the universal shushing motion to the kitten. “shh, don’t tell your mama.”

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[btchcrft]

“are you sure you want to do this?” kian asks yves, hands on his hips as he stands in the doorway of his room. he’s not even sure how yves got into the mageia house—credence more likely than not—but he finds the son of aphrodite asking him to contact the dead. “it can be tricky and dangerous.” a hand moves from his hips to comb through his curls, pushing them out of his face. hazel eyes stare at yves. “but if you’re sure, come inside. i’ll need your help to set it up so we can be somewhat safe.” he holds the door open for yves to enter, wondering why the other man wants to make contact with the dead and who he might want to talk to. 

[thriceblessed]

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trying to get used to his new home called for lots of exploration. lucky for genaro, there didn’t really seemed to be many demigods roaming about. some of the others houses seemed packed while he could roam about freely and not bump into someone. 

just as luck would have it, this time he did. he was staring at the large wall to rock climb when he spotted someone from the corner of his eyes. “maybe this house was bigger than i thought.” he smiled slightly as his eyes washed over the man.

“genaro oberdon wardwell, enchanté.“ he stepped closer to the man and bowed slightly, leaving a hand out to hold is and kiss his knuckles. “are you a fellow aspida or just visiting?“ 

[catiestlyx]

Yves Icons

[rldlnghood]

for @yvesderosesexy​ :: sissel’s game

barely on instagram, ivan only had a profile functional enough to make deals, track customers, put two and two together when someone was trying to give him the slip. he’d seen plenty of the flower crown things before. but he never thought he’d be on the receiving end.

eyes closed, clumsy fingers working his own wreath of blossoms, he waited patiently. “you’re keeping with my theme, right? black. pink is fine, white and red for maybe.”

[swordofvengeance]

when he comes to his entire body feels like a bruise. there’s a few of them littering his tanned flesh. his eyes blink open slowly and he sees an unfamiliar ceiling over his head. he groans out as a spike of pain surges up his side and he rolls over, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. he counts to five, breathing in slowly, before he opens them again. there, across from him, is a familiar face. “fuck.” gideon says lowly, rolling onto his back again. “they got you, too.” he turns his head toward yves, a frown settling on his lips.  

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[asher-jones]

Decorate and play with Yves’ hair. Weave flowers into it, braid it, be creative!

“Just hold still, Yves!” he murmered as he began his attempt at braiding the son of Aphrodite’s wavy hair together. “You know I’m not good at this kind of thing,” he admitted. “At least not like you are... but I think it’s starting to come together.” As he spoke, he began weaving an assortment of while flowers into his golden locks, almost like a tiara. “Don’t worry, by the time we’re done, I’ll have you looking like the prettiest fairy prince at the festival. Well... second prettiest,” he teased as he started weaving in a particularly vibrant peach blossom toward the front, as sort of a center piece.

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[knightmaring]

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Task: [  Make your way through the thorny maze together, and try not to get pricked!  ]

“They have a maze.” Hudson suddenly props up behind Yves, his face, neck and hands scarred with thin, faint lines. Rust metal eyes shift towards the direction of the supposed death trap of vines and thorns, excitement and curiosity at the prospect of challenge that didn’t involve dead people trying to eat you.  “You’ve been to the maze yet?”