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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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❛ life will break you, and nobody can protect you from that. you have to love. you have to feel. it’s the reason you’re here on earth. YOU ARE HERE TO RISK YOUR HEART. YOU ARE HERE TO BE SWALLOWED UP. // an independent original character, written by doriana.
*drums hands on counter* HEIGH HO WHATS THE DEALIO
All-New X-Men: Warren Worthington III/Angel
We need you to hope again.
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.
David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via wordsnquotes)
xma warren : punk ass motherfucker, probably has piercings + is covered in (apoc’s) tattoos, smells like sweat and cheap booze, lives out of a ratty dufflebag that he stole, also steals food and clothes and squats in abandoned buildings, mentally ill af, they call him 7 knives, wears studded leather and ripped jeans and combat boots, is that ignorant fucker to blast music at full volume and ruin everyone else’s peaceful day, overly aggressive and will fight anything that moves, not a very nice person at all, probably makes some ppl uncomfortable
616 warren : sunshine flower, not a tattoo or piercing to be seen, feathered and soft and warm, wears blue jeans and button down shirts and has a country sweater tied over his shoulders, rich a$$ prep snob, makes puns and bad jokes at terrible times, is mostly wholesome and good but can sometimes be a conceited dick, very much interested in doing the Right Thing, free transportation 4 everybody, gives fantastic hugs 10/10 would hug again, walks around without shirts or shoes, still mentally ill af, teeth so white he could blind u with them, a bean with a trenchcoat n peacoat obsession
*drums hands on counter* *dRRUMS THEM FASTER*
“I have a right to be angry.”
HEATED ARGUMENT. || accepting.
❝ don’t talk to me like i’m some kind of a fucking idiot, lehnsherr. i know. ❞
he doesn’t know erik. he doesn’t know what he’s been through, what he’s done to get to where he is, what keeps him awake in the middle of the night. all he knows is just what everybody else knows; that he’s a man with a dangerous past and an even more dangerous pulse-point. but warren does know is that there’s something swirling behind those glassy eyes —- what warren does know is that those hands aren’t rough out of coincidence, that erik’s sharp and ragged shoulders weren’t borne out of pearl and glass, that his aged spine and faded scars aren’t to be mistaken as a common thing.
he knows that because he sees it behind that furious gaze. he recognizes it like it’s his own.
the fire. the burning.
it’s not the same. he doesn’t know it. and yet, he does.
❝ i never said otherwise, alright? i never told you to fuckin’ chill, and i still won’t, even though i really fucking want to. ❞ there’s a sharpness in his words, warren’s tone aimed like a dagger. he spits poison, half out of frustration and half out of fear. ❝ you can count on me staying outta your goddamn gray-ass hair from here on out. ❞
RP starters: Heated argument.
content warning: death baiting.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Leave. Leave right now.”
“What more do you want?!”
“I really wish you were never born.”
“I hate you!”
“Can you just fuck off already?”
“Shut up! Just.. Shut up!”
“All you do is whine.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“I can’t do this anymore. Not with you.”
“How did that feel?”
“Oh my god, I don’t care!”
“No wonder nobody likes you.”
“Is this how little you think of me?”
“That hurt you son of a bitch…”
“Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”
“Leave me alone!”
“I can break your nose if I want to.”
“Are you going to cry now?”
“I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.”
“You’re so pathetic!”
“I won’t forget this.”
“I’m going to break your jaw if you keep talking!”
“Why can’t you listen to a single thing I say?!”
“I have a right to be angry.”
“This would have never happened if you wouldn’t exist.”
“Get out of my life!”
“You’re nothing! Did you hear me?! Nothing!”
“You ruined everything.”
so i got sidetracked and played pkmn x all day after work
consider : the xmen getting into a scuffle around where warren’s currently squatting n he peeks out thru this dusty ass cracked window and sees a handful of them, gathered around in the street, involved in some kind of Scene that he doesn’t care to think too hard about
and he squints and stares for a really long time and his wings twitch with the urge to run run run if they see you that’s it you’re done for but he watches more. and sees what they do. and watches how they try to talk rather than fight, how they strive for peace rather than war, and he’s puzzled and perplexed and Morally Confused by it
and so when he sees smth shady going on, he straightens up and squints harder, leans a little closer to the window, lets the light hit one side of his face as he watches
and he’ll never admit to it, but the two sets of steel feathers that tie a dangerously angry man with a dangerously sharp knife to the nearest wall certainly didn’t come from the crows circling overhead.
Pull out your heart To make the being alone easy
@krivicudo. || ♡
❝ i don’t want trouble. ❞
warren hates how it comes out like a plea; warren hates how he can feel his voice nearing the edge of a tired crack. he hates it. he hates it. but it’s all he can do --- his voice is all he has that’s his own, these days. the wings that he soars on are no longer his, his skin, marred silver and blue in ancient script, is no longer his, and his life is no longer his.
his voice is all he has. and warren must learn to use it wisely.
❝ ... please, believe me. ❞
@agilistic. || ♡
he’s perched, quietly, above the mantle overtop an old building. the shadows conceal most of him as he huddles in a crook of the stone, arms folded across his chest, wings tucked neatly into his side as though he’s made a nest. warren prays that he remains out of sight.
@mercurialls. || ♡
if peter steals one more fry out of warren’s hand while he’s trying to eat, he swears that he might really kill him. swears on it. these potato wedges are off-limits, speedster, and the pointed glare that warren’s handing out should be enough of a warning.
