yosufro

[yosufro]

remember when i said i was gonna try to  not  move clara? yeah, i lied. honestly, the feeling on my dash has been thoroughly disgusting and cluttered and after the last blocking spree, now i’m all  !!!  about doing that again. so, i’ll be moving my kiddo over to a new blog where i’m going to really focus on writing with the people who want to write with me, too. it’s been a struggle, feeling a little left out here and there. during my bout of inactivity (not including what’s posted from the queue for the better part of 2 months), i’ve facilitated a lot of one-way street behavior, which has also affected my ability to string together a single fucking sentence. all that to say, i’m gonna start making the move today and i’m gonna be strict with my following. i’m tired of feeling like the place i usually come to get away from real life stress is  more stressful  than the shit i’m carrying in rl. anyway, ‘til next time. ✌️

#not even mentioning the fact that #i've been writing with the hubs a lot these days #lots and lots of gaming #which has elicited the desire to write about characters we've been creating in-game #and i've been loving it! #but i miss clara #i miss writing her and i miss flailing with my friends over her #about her and their muses #anyway . . . that's it #𝐫𝐞: * judges you in spanish. / ooc.

[yosufro]

RANDOM EDITS   /   ∞ :

𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 & 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐙:    ❛    — no, no, no! Don’t you DARE do this to me, Preston! I can’t—fuck! I can’t stop the bleeding…stay with me, partner. You have to stay with me!     ❜     — Clara, to a bitten Preston

#𝐫𝐞: * the killer in me is the killer in you. / visage. #𝐝𝐲𝐧: * your memory is always within reach. / emma preston. #𝐫𝐞: * queue.

[yosufro]

NIKA:

@yosufro said: 《 let me see your arm. hunter…hey, eyes on me…let me see. please? 》

         there’s a wild look in her eyes and it makes her barely glance at clara at first,  gaze shifting back over her shoulder towards the tree line.  attention settles on the other woman,  however,  watching her hands before looking down at the arm in question.  she hadn’t even felt it get scraped.  it’s a nasty cut and there’s no telling what sort of spores could have gotten into it.  《 it’s not that deep,》  nika signs back.  she offers out the limb in question anyway.  it needs to be taken care of and while her instinct is to always push through,  she knows better than that.  she nearly lost a foot once from her rash behavior.  she learned her lesson.  free hand lifts to sign again 《  thank you. 》

There  was  hesitation  in  her  demeanor,  the  instinct  to  bolt  and  leave  everything  behind.  It  wasn’t  uncommon  for  the  hunters  to  feel  more  at  home  out  in  the  shit  than  in  the  confines  of  their  makeshift  home.  But  Clara  cared  too  much  about  the  people  she  was  tasked  to  protect.  Without  even  realizing  it,  a  subtle  smile  tugged  on  the  corners  of  the  healer’s  mouth  as  she  lowered  her  eyes  and  began  to  roll  up  Nika’s  sleeve.          “  You  don’t  have  to  do  that,  ”          she  whispered,  unable  to  use  her  hands  that  were  now  busy  with  the  hunter’s  wound.          “  —  shut  people  out,  I  mean.  I  only  ever  wanna  help.  ”

#renovre #𝐯: * undetermined. #𝐫𝐞: * queue.

[yosufro]

I just think @eyrso and @gurrillero are neat.

#while i sit in my corner of the rpc #and stan tf outta them #no matter what fandom they're in #maravillosos 😘 #𝐫𝐞: * judges you in spanish. / ooc. #eyrso #gurrillero

[yosufro]

yosufro​:

i did a couple of things today, including but not limited to…

redoing / queuing some old edits since i deleted my aesthetic blog

sobbing over my daughter and how much i miss her

however, to avoid the nagging desire to  move clara ( yeah, i’ve been thinking about it. don’t @ me, thanks ),  i’m going to be DROPPING A SHIT TON OF THREADS HERE. i don’t LIKE to do it, i don’t enjoy feeling like i’m letting people down. but i’ve made multiple promises to myself since the start of 2021 about how i’m going to survive in the tumblr rpc and despite some bumps in the road along the way, i’m not keen on breaking those promises any time soon. this doesn’t mean i’m not keeping relationship dynamics that have been built  —  unless, of course, YOU don’t want to  —  but this is the best thing my brain can come up with to avoid packing up clara’s bags and moving her to a new, fresh space.

this also means i'll be cleaning out my inbox. i know i'm going overboard with this, but if you've ever felt uncomfy on your own blog but dread moving? it's like that. it's exactly that. so i'll be sending my mutuals prompts and such ( maybe even some random ic asks that don't apply to memes ), trying to suss out my next moves for clara but...feel free to ignore them. i mean it when i say there is no pressure here on my end. i'm just trying to jump start my desire to be here.

#i know this is from sunday #but it still applies #and while i'm trying to combat the horrible feeling #that i'm still letting people down by dropping things #i know it's for the best for me #and to keep things tight here #i might even start unfollowing people #it's been that kinda feeling here and i hate it #𝐫𝐞: * judges you in spanish. / ooc. #𝐫𝐞: * public service announcement.

[yosufro]

BECK:

He’s  watching  Clara  carefully  as  she  speaks ,  head  resting  against  one  of  his  hands-   a  FINGER  resting  against  his  mouth .  She’s  telling  him  about  recent  events  in  the  safe -zone .  Beck  himself  was  always  coming &&  going  -  eternally  grateful  for  his  catchups  with  someone  like  CLARA   who  was  willing  to  give  him  time  out  of  her  day  to  make  sure  that  he  was  up  to  speed . 

They  hadn’t  seen  each other  for a  while  now .  He’d  left  her  house  after  his  BREAK DOWN  about  his  sanity &&  hadn’t  run  into  her  since .  It  might  be  assumed  that  he  was  AVOIDING  her -  Beck  wouldn’t  admit  to  something  like  that  whether  it  was  true  or  not .  He  shifts  in  the  drivers  side  of  the  truck ,  not  taking  his  gaze   off  of  her  -  but  his  thoughts  travelling  elsewhere . 

❝       it’s  gonna  rain .    ❞   he  says  suddenly ,  throwing  an  absentminded  look  outside  before  clearing  his  throat &&  frowning .  He  can’t  tell  whether  he’s  just  interrupted  her -  but  he’s  sure  he’ll  find  OUT  by  her  response .   ❝       Let’s  get  you  to  that  clinic  &&  back  before  we’re   flooded  out  of  town  .  ❞   

@yosufro·  liked  the starter  call // 

❝ Can you see it in my eyes I’ve been distant? ‘Cause I can’t tell if it’s the end or the beginning I know I haven’t been myself, I’ll admit it And I put up walls, so if I burned any bridges just know I’m doing everything i can to try and fix it But knowing me I’ll probably miss it These voices get so vicious Feels like I’m rippin’ stitches❞           Let me be sad // I Prevail

His  absence  could  be  felt  in  every  sense  of  the  word.  The  moment  she  had  sensed  Beck  slipping  through  her  fingers,  all  Clara  could  do  was  let  him  go.  As  much  as  she  wanted  to  hold  onto  him,  to  reassure  him  that  he  was  not  alone,  the  medic  understood  her  role  in  all  of  this.  She  was  a  safe  haven  for  him,  somewhere  he  could  run  when  the  demons  dogging  his  heels  were  too  much  to  bear.  And  if  anyone  understood  the  necessity  of  such  a  person,  it  was  Clara.

          Beck’s  hand  resting  between  them  was  touched  with  the  tender,  but  calloused  pads  of  her  left  hand.  Pushing  him  was  the  last  thing  she  wanted  to  do,  but  the  contact  seemed  to  snap  him  out  of  his  own  thoughts  when  he  murmured  something  about  rain.  A  soft,  sad  smile  ghosted  over  Clara’s  lips  as  she  nodded  in  response.  Dark  eyes  peered  through  the  windshield  and  she  knew  he  was  right.  

“  Looks  like,  yeah.  It’d  be  good  for  us,  though.  Been  a  while  since  we  had  a  good  rain.  ”          She  hated  that  her  chest  ached  where  Beck  was  concerned,  wanting  only  to  alleviate  the  pressure  he  felt  in  his  own  mind.          “  You  stickin’  around  for  a  bit?  ”

#hebled #𝐯: * undetermined. #𝐝𝐲𝐧: * a heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved. / s. beckett. #𝐫𝐞: * queue.

[yosufro]

DYN EDIT :   𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐀𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐳 & 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳

𝘉𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘯����𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦?

ft. Diego Alvarez ( @yomuero )

#yomuero #𝐝𝐲𝐧: * mi silencio encontró su voz. / diego alvarez. #𝐫𝐞: * the killer in me is the killer in you. / visage. #did i redo this? #thus causing myself more pain that i needed on this gloomy sunday? #damn right i did #𝐫𝐞: * queue.

[yosufro]

i did a couple of things today, including but not limited to...

redoing / queuing some old edits since i deleted my aesthetic blog

sobbing over my daughter and how much i miss her

however, to avoid the nagging desire to  move clara ( yeah, i’ve been thinking about it. don’t @ me, thanks ),  i’m going to be DROPPING A SHIT TON OF THREADS HERE. i don’t LIKE to do it, i don’t enjoy feeling like i’m letting people down. but i’ve made multiple promises to myself since the start of 2021 about how i’m going to survive in the tumblr rpc and despite some bumps in the road along the way, i’m not keen on breaking those promises any time soon. this doesn’t mean i’m not keeping relationship dynamics that have been built  —  unless, of course, YOU don’t want to  —  but this is the best thing my brain can come up with to avoid packing up clara’s bags and moving her to a new, fresh space.

#𝐫𝐞: * judges you in spanish. / ooc. #𝐫𝐞: * public service announcement.

[yosufro]

FAVORITE EDITS :   𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞.

#𝐫𝐞: * the killer in me is the killer in you. / visage. #𝐫𝐞: * queue.

[yosufro]

DON’T FORGET THAT RPING IS A HOBBY.  BE KIND TO YOURSELF.  WE ALL HAVE OFF DAYS.  WE ALL HAVE DAYS WHEN WE AREN’T FEELING WELL / UP TO DOING THINGS.  GUESS WHAT?  THAT’S OKAY.  YOU DON’T OWE ANYONE ANYTHING.  YOU WANT TO DROP THINGS?  GO AHEAD.  YOU WANT TO SHORTEN THREADS?  DO IT.  YOUR COMFORT IS WHAT IS IMPORTANT.  DON’T STRESS OVER REPLIES OR HOW FAST YOUR DO THEM BECAUSE YOUR MUTUALS UNDERSTAND THAT THINGS HAPPEN.  BE KIND TO YOURSELF.

#𝐫𝐞: * judges you in spanish. / ooc. #𝐫𝐞: * public service announcement.

[yosufro]

am I drinking wine while watching mayans, trying to wash the taste of fatws outta my mouth? you're fucking right I am.

#i have so many thoughts #and feelings that #im not gonna impose on my dash #bc theyre mine #and ya'll deserve better than that #but i do love you all #and i appreciate you so much #𝐫𝐞: * judges you in spanish. / ooc.

[yosufro]

The  quiet  was  enough  to  unnerve  anyone,  especially  when  coming  from  a  quarantine  zone.  But  it  had  been  so  long  since  Clara  was  free  from  the  restrictions  and  bullshit  of  the  zones.  She  had  found  her  home  in  Jackson,  settling  in  as  best  as  she  could.  Yet,  the  nagging  sensation  of  lack  of  closure  with  a  man  she  barely  knew  anymore,  forced  her  to  set  off  in  the  direction  of  Boulder,  Colorado.  What  she  hadn’t  accounted  for  was  how  far  she’d  have  to  go  just  to  make  it  to  the  halfway  point.  But  the  universe,  despite  everything  humanity  had  been  through,  deemed  her  worthy  enough  to  acquire  aid  in  her  endeavor.  Digging  into  the  outer  pocket  of  her  pack,  she  pulled  out  a  couple  of  strips  of  deer  jerky  and  handed  him  one.          “  What  made  you  wanna  leave?  The  Fireflies    —    they’re  really  good  at  gettin’  people  to  fight  their  battles  for  ‘em,  so  I  get  that  bit  but  .  .  .  what  made  you  leave  it  behind?  ”

@burypower ( aiden )   /   plotted starter.

#burypower #burypower ( aiden kaneko ) #𝐯: * to the edge of the universe & back. / tlou. #𝐫𝐞: * queue.

[yosufro]

CALLIE:

❝ no one doubts your determination. but you need to rest. ❞   /   @yosufro

callie knows she’s right.  she’s barely done any of that since she got here,  but she’s just so focused on trying to do what she can to prove herself and to prove her worth.  for years now,  she’s wondered what it would be like to leave her father’s sanctuary and be on her own again  –  to discover what this new world has become and her place in it now.  she never belonged in that bunker;  she knew it long before she ever stepped inside for the very last time, too  —  and now,  she’s insistence on proving that to everyone here.  

she is not her father,  she does not stand for the things that her father does.  he wanted power,  to shelter those around him and make them answer to him.  but she wants life  —  a chance to grow with the people around her,  to help as they need,  to be a part of something bigger that is allowed to grow.  like this.

❝  have you ever felt too tired to rest?  ❞   she asks,  small but exhausted smile tugging at her lips as she shrugs her shoulders,  head falling back against the wall while she slumps in her seat.   ❝  it’s just kind of  .  .  .   a lot.  it’s like,  sensory overload.  finally being in a new place after years of being in the same dark hole.   but i mean it when i say i want to do my part to help here.  i can rest later,  you know?  i —  i want to help.  it’s the least i can do,  after you’ve helped me.  ❞ 

Clara  couldn’t  help  but  admire  Callie’s  veracity.  Some  of  the  survivors  that  passed  through  El  Sanctuario  sought  safe  harbor  with  no  intention  of  working  for  it.  This  place,  thanks  to  Nesto,  was  indeed  every  bit  the  sanctuary  that  Los  Hermanos  promised  people  it  would  be.  But  rules  were  rules  and  anyone  who  didn’t  like  them  or  refused  to  abide  by  them  were  more  than  welcome  to  resume  their  current  state  of  being  outside  the  hospital’s  perimeter.  

          Callie  wasn’t  like  that  at  all.  Knowing  who  she  was  and  where  she’d  come  from,  most  of  the  people  here  half-expected  her  to  yearn  for  a  free  ride.  But  Clara  saw  something  different  in  her,  something  good.  Whether  Callie  knew  it  or  not,  the  medic  had  put  in  a  word  for  la  princesa      (  as  some  of  the  hermanos  called  her  when  they  thought  no  one  was  listening  )      just  so  she  could  see  how  they  functioned  and  what  El  Sanctuario  was  like.  Turned  out,  Clara’s  investment  was  paying  off.

“  Sure    —    which  is  why  you  should  rest  now.  Shit’s  only  gonna  get  harder  the  longer  you  put  it  off.  ”          She  didn’t  seem  the  type  to  shy  away  from  a  full  day’s  work,  but  newcomers  often  took  advantage  of  as  much  R&R  as  they  could  before  setting  to  work  in  their  respective,  assigned  duties.  A  wry  grin  ghosted  along  Clara’s  lips  as  she  shook  her  head.  She  liked  Callie,  respected  her,  even.  But  she  knew  that  fighting  her  on  this  would  get  both  of  them  nowhere      (  stubbornness    —    something  they  had  in  common  ).          “  How  ‘bout  this,  then?  I’m  gonna  keep  doin’  what  I’m  doing.  You  be  my  right  hand.  Sometimes  I’ll  need  you  to  just  listen,  other  times  I’ll  actually  need  your  hands.  For  now,  you  keep  your  ass  in  that  chair  ‘til  I  tell  you.  And  you  can  ask  me  anything  you  think  might  help  you  understand  us  a  bit  more.  Deal?  ”

#doomdays #doomdays ( callie cadogan ) #𝐯: * to the dust you shall return. / main. #𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐢𝐢: * raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone. #𝐫𝐞: * queue.

[yosufro]

my gift to myself is that imma try to be more social. it's obv not a gift for my mutuals bc y'all may not want it. doesn't mean I'm not gonna give it to you, though. catch me bombarding you beautiful beans with a bunch of shit you didn't ask for and not even being sorry about it. say hi to a social, messy, wild rue 😁😁😁

#idek im tryING #but i miss you kiddos #and i miss writing #❤❤❤ #𝐫𝐞: * judges you in spanish. / ooc.

[yosufro]

positivity for yosufro & yomuero : @yosufro & @yomuero are two original characters weaved together within an entirely build up world co-created by rue and melanie, respectively. both characters are compelling, as is the storyline that plays throughout the writing. I always look forward to seeing them on my dash, even if they sometimes steal a piece of my soul :)

#molly what the actual friCK #I CAN'T COPE RN #𝐫𝐞: * judges you in spanish. / ooc.

[yosufro]

MIA:

                                          ONE  GROWS  ACCUSTOMED  TO  THE  SMELL  OF  ROT .      stomach  turning  decay  of  flesh  and  tissue .      way  worse  than  the  smell  of  spoiled  milk      (   in  her  honest  opinion .   )      one  dead  body  was  bad  enough ,      but  imagine  a  pile  or  a  group  of  them .      as  mia  roamed  down  one  isle  and  the  next  one  as  well .      she  smelled  the  faintest  odor  of  something  rotting .      not  sure  whether  the  PUNGENT  smell  was  either  spoiled  milk  or  something  dead .      but  the  odor  only  grew ,      and  it  came  from  a  back  room      …      thankfully  she’s  seen  more  than  one  corpse  in  her  lifetime ,      THE  SMELL  NO  LONGER  BOTHERS  HER .      the  abandoned  bodega  was  a  stretch .      A  LAST  RESORT .      they’re  traversing  a  small  town  and  just  because  it  seemed  abandoned .      doesn’t  mean  danger  doesn’t  lurk  too  far  behind .      however  may  the  potential  danger  be ,      they  needed  to  eat  and  now  as  scavenger’s  of  the  world .      like  the  vulture  that  picks  the  meat  from  a  dry  bone .      anything  was  better  than  being  overly  cold  and  starving .   

hand  rests  upon  the  handle  of  her  gun .      a  finger  near  the  trigger ,      JUST  IN  CASE .      the  strap  to  the  bag  she  carries  is  readjusted  onto  the  other  shoulder .      it  leaves  behind  red  markings  and  slight  indentations  into  the  skin .      a  TESTAMENT  to  how  long  they’ve  been  searching  for  supplies .      broken  glass  cracks  underneath  boots  as  she  walks  past  old  refrigerators .      she’s  halfway  down  the  isle  when  she  overhears  clara  from  a  distance  away .      head  turns  with  amber  hues  landing  upon  a  large  bag  of  candy  in  hand .      mia  cannot  help  but  laugh  quietly ,      A  SOFT  GRIN  pulls  as  lips ,      “   now  that  is  what  i  call  a  meal .   ”      it  would  last  them  a  day  or  two ,      three  at  most .      but  it  was  enough  candy  that  would  at  least  get  them  through  the  night  and  the  following  morning .      mia  finds  her  stride  once  more  and  heads  to  where  her  companion  was .      “   i  call  dibs  on  the  chocolate  !   ”

It  truly  never  dawned  on  Clara  that  Mia  would  stick  with  her  this  long.  Their  meeting  hadn’t  exactly  been  on  the  best  of  terms;  though,  the  beginning  of  the  outbreak  held  tension  beyond  anything  humanity  had  faced,  to  date.  Clara  was  just  a  medic  and  Mia  was  .  .  .  whatever  she  was.  The  prominent  point  was  that,  she’d  been  hurt  when  they  met  in  an  abandoned  gas  station.  At  that  point,  Clara  didn’t  truly  understand  what  it  meant  to  leave  someone  behind,  to  turn  her  back  on  them.  But  how  far  had  they  come,  watching  one  another’s  sixes,  and  vowing  to  continue  to  do  so?  Sacrifices  had  to  be  made,  naturally.  The  stink  of  unending  decay  and  rot  was  a  permanent  fragrance  that  filled  the  air.  Only  out  in  the  wide  open  spaces  of  the  country  could  they  hope  to  find  reprieve  from  the  muertos.  But  they  still  had  more  city  to  drudge  through.

          “  Pfft,  you  thought  you  did.  Finder  gets  to  pick    —    and  .  .  .  as  fate  would  have  it?  This  bag  is  mostly  chocolate,  anyway.  ”          It  felt  like  forever  since  either  of  them  were  able  to  smile.  Now,  looking  at  Mia,  a  wave  of  warmth  crashed  over  Clara  as  they  silently  expressed  relief,  joy,  and  contentment  all  in  the  same  expression  on  each  of  their  faces.  Shoving  their  dinner  into  her  bag,  the  medic  subtly  jerked  her  chin  upward  at  Mia,  curiosity  in  her  dark  eyes.          “  You  find  anything  good  over  on  the  other  side  of  the  store?  Anything  at  all    —    even  if  we’re  not  sure  and  we’ve  got  the  room  for  it,  we  should  salvage  what  we  can.  Sun’s  gonna  set  soon.  ”

#thefixer #𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐢: * through the valley of shadow. #babiES! #i've missed them sm #and i've missed you bb! #ily sm! #𝐫𝐞: * queue.

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i know i'm tardy to the party but i love fear sm.

#me : only on s1e6 #also me : i would die for all of them #ples dont ask me what took me so long #im baby #𝐫𝐞: * judges you in spanish. / ooc. #delete.