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a virtual angel , created in 2007

[y-ves]

usery-ves .

professional anton editor

i edit and make mbs for myself, if they are not suited to your taste, please scroll away. there is no need to spread hate or say mean things.

i edit my ults only. i hyperfixate on certain groups.

you may send requests but please note that I have varying styles of editing mbs and will edit however I wish.

thank you for reading.

[y-ves]

𓂃ㅤ 𖥔 a n g e l　⏝⃨֟፝︶✝️⏝⃨֟፝︶　✟✟ೃ

　　　　　 #2024 ❤︎ ⬭͙̩̩̥࿔ ݂ ໋ ・ ゜* 𓈒

　　　　⠀ ̩͙﹡ ̩͙﹡ ̩͙﹡ethereal ♥︎𝄞 ॱ़۫🏹

[y-ves]

back again because I saw @cuntv 's mbs on a different acc in my dash and suddenly I remembered how much I loved making my collage style mbs so we're back bitches 🤤🫡

[y-ves]

　　　　　 #2243 ❤︎ ⬭͙̩̩̥࿔ ݂ ໋ ・ ゜* 𓈒

　　　. ░⃠⋆ ༜ คนรักเพลงพังก์ร็อก 鎖

꣓𑣿 ═╪ 𓈒 ◌ ⠀⃝🌐 ˚ ⬭  𐅛 ۪۫۫𖡻 ﹡ ֗  ۪† ֗

i jus cant do it 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄 𓈒 ཾ

[y-ves]

⭐#️⃣*:·. ╾━╤デ╦︻ ⠀🌐⠀⠀◌⠀⠀THERE'S ⠀NO ⠀ESCAPE.ᐟ ⃟͚̊▞ ❙❘❙❘.. . @sunoovamp

〣░⃕⃝🌑𒅄💧ྀི̫ #VAMPIRE---EMPIREཐི♡⃟͚̊ཋྀ ུ᳝᳜᳝

[y-ves]

[y-ves]

⠞⡷✧░⃕⃝۪۪⃨۪̃۟᭠💻skateLuv404.boardshop 🎼༑𓈒̩̩͙༑👥🚛

🚠❤︎www.USERYVESLOVESANTON_club.org 𓏵𓏵📹ྲྀ🌐. © @hiophile

[y-ves]

ok now semi active time .. studies are on my ass now 🩷

making my mbs helps me relax a lot and last year had been absolutely terrible so this was a good vacation ! ily all will still try to communicate , comment and support as much as I can <3

[y-ves]

" in this world, every soul has a mate. every heart has another that beats in the same rhythm. yet i, remain in solitude. the loneliness is a hollow, patient thing that lives in my ribs and feeds on every laugh I overhear. a parasite of silence. "

the wind carries a whisper ; "An old, lonesome god knows your shape. It offers belonging, a nest of kindred souls... in exchange for the thing that lifts you above them all."

" oh ancient one. take whatever piece of me you need. free me from my misery. i yearn for the warmth of another soul beside mine. "

the silence that answered was not empty, it carried with it the weight of centuries of supernatural power.

" i taste your hunger for an echo, t hear your own thoughts in another's throat ,i can weave you into a chorus, but every thread must be anchored in flesh. bestow upon me your wings. "

upon the sacrifice. light engulfs her whole.

the light fades, three figures kneel where one stood. the other two were ancient,their grace a faded echo; angels who long ago traded their wings for this same promise.

their features soften,erase, and re-form in perfect, horrifying unison with hers.

the air itself stills, and three mouths part as one.

"the bargain is complete," they hum. a chorus of voices from the same throat .

for — 𝓔xhibition of 𝓐ll 𝓣ime : the event 𓉳 by @sunoovamp ( @exhibitionofalltime )

[y-ves]

𓂃ㅤ 𖥔 a n g e l　⏝⃨֟፝︶✝️⏝⃨֟፝︶　✟✟ೃ

　　　　　 #2024 ❤︎ ⬭͙̩̩̥࿔ ݂ ໋ ・ ゜* 𓈒

　　　　⠀ ̩͙﹡ ̩͙﹡ ̩͙﹡ethereal ♥︎𝄞 ॱ़۫🏹

[y-ves]

˖ ֗ ִ⭒stars for blogs that deserve kindness and love. :] don't forget that you are talented and very much loved !! 🩷🩷🩷⭐⭐

ILYYYYYYYYYYYY MWAH MWAH XOXO

[y-ves]

user y-ves is the sweetest out here btw

blushing giggling my feet rn... ilu

[y-ves]

" in this world, every soul has a mate. every heart has another that beats in the same rhythm. yet i, remain in solitude. the loneliness is a hollow, patient thing that lives in my ribs and feeds on every laugh I overhear. a parasite of silence. "

the wind carries a whisper ; "An old, lonesome god knows your shape. It offers belonging, a nest of kindred souls... in exchange for the thing that lifts you above them all."

" oh ancient one. take whatever piece of me you need. free me from my misery. i yearn for the warmth of another soul beside mine. "

the silence that answered was not empty, it carried with it the weight of centuries of supernatural power.

" i taste your hunger for an echo, t hear your own thoughts in another's throat ,i can weave you into a chorus, but every thread must be anchored in flesh. bestow upon me your wings. "

upon the sacrifice. light engulfs her whole.

the light fades, three figures kneel where one stood. the other two were ancient,their grace a faded echo; angels who long ago traded their wings for this same promise.

their features soften,erase, and re-form in perfect, horrifying unison with hers.

the air itself stills, and three mouths part as one.

"the bargain is complete," they hum. a chorus of voices from the same throat .

for — 𝓔xhibition of 𝓐ll 𝓣ime : the event 𓉳 by @sunoovamp ( @exhibitionofalltime )

[y-ves]

𓂃ㅤ 𖥔 a n g e l　⏝⃨֟፝︶✝️⏝⃨֟፝︶　✟✟ೃ

　　　　　 #2024 ❤︎ ⬭͙̩̩̥࿔ ݂ ໋ ・ ゜* 𓈒

　　　　⠀ ̩͙﹡ ̩͙﹡ ̩͙﹡ethereal ♥︎𝄞 ॱ़۫🏹

[ninglossy]

⬚⬚．　　🎧　　⠀(＾＾⠀）

⬚⬚．　　🚀　　⠀(＾＾⠀）

[y-ves]

𓂃ㅤ 𖥔 a n g e l　⏝⃨֟፝︶✝️⏝⃨֟፝︶　✟✟ೃ

　　　　　 #2024 ❤︎ ⬭͙̩̩̥࿔ ݂ ໋ ・ ゜* 𓈒

　　　　⠀ ̩͙﹡ ̩͙﹡ ̩͙﹡ethereal ♥︎𝄞 ॱ़۫🏹

[sunoovamp]

‧₊˚ ⋅KNIFE ۪۫۫ 𓈒۩𓉮ֶ ݂🔪.‧˚ ⋅

I swear, I mean well ..

.. I'm still goin' to hell.

My sins vanish when I'm under your light.