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[lvzarus-blog]

                          ▍▍▍▍▍▍▍▍ ▍ → ❪ @hcpeisdead ❫

⚡ ⟶                           chestnut curls fell against handsome features, BASHFULNESS coursing through an essence now blushing. god, did lazarus hold that feeling of being special, naive, blinded by the darkness that coursed throughout the opposed, the LIES that tumbled. there was only the beaming smile, the want to thank her, anything that could reveal gratitude to the precious compliment bound within his heart.

[lvzarus-blog]

                          ▍▍▍▍▍▍▍▍ ▍ → ❪ @itmeanshcpe ❫

⚡ ⟶                           warm spring rain had coated against brunette curls, dripping moisture against stubble-laced cheeks, the sharpened edging of jaw-line, button nose before falling against quivering shirt-covered shoulders; & yet - it did nothing to wash away the crimson that was etched seemingly into every pore & cell against his essence. neither did the tears that lined against his bruised & broken features, a product of violence that had created self-defense; but of course for lazarus, it wasn’t enough to JUSTIFY the monster that had unleashed itself from the depths. darkness had prevailed along the journey, shielding a vulnerable puppy in a state of shock from detection towards clark’s abode, a place of solitude, of SAFETY; four walls that held residence to a powerful god that had caused envy to frazzle veins once upon a time, & now - held the thread of protection that he so desperately needed. knuckles knocked barely above a fraction of audible sound, weakened & shivering, skittish optics completely on the lookout for anyone that could wish to take him away, whimpers falling. ( what --- what have i done ??? what have i done ?!! )

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onyovrleft :

                   seeing the knife fall to the floor and out of the others grasp upon the shield colliding with it caused a small sigh of relief to escape steves lips, glad to have gotten one obstacle out of the way but that didn’t mean this was over, it was FAR from being over, not when the asset opposing him was still incredibly strong and not to mention, he donned a metallic limb. caught off guard by the sudden bounding towards him, the captain’s frame was sent hurling to the ground as lazarus’ body now tackled against his own, steve still wriggling, kicking and punching in an attempt to get his way out of this, fingertips reaching out o grasp onto the shield that he had dropped on his way to the ground, eventually grasping onto it before attempting to swing it at opposing features, needing an OUT so he could get back onto his feet. there was no way he was letting a hydra asset break his way into a shield facility, take down several agents and get away with it —- he wasn’t going down like this.

⚡ ⟶                           vibranium shoved into features caused robotic profile to SNAP viciously to the side, click of clips upon muzzle sounding, threatening to fall clean from an asset hidden to the world, masked not only to shield an identity but to remind him he was nothing more than a loyal hydra dog. not that it stopped growl flourishing, bionic digits becoming clenched in suffocation around opposing throat, grasping, tightening, desiring to strip the captain free from any air that nestled within such worthless lungs. fleshy fingertips of human hand curled into a fist, punches of brutal assault delivered towards the profile that lay beneath him, one-track-mind rolling, mission parameters CIRCULATING throughout coded neurons like a virus. & yet - there was a glisten within dulled orbs, oceanic toning stripped in the few hours of torture that had surfaced ( help me !!! help me !!! ) whilst snarling twin-flesh protected by a loose muzzle kept the mechanical soldier prominent on the surface. the only thought roaming was that rogers needed to DIE, no matter what the cost or consequence.

[happiersuggestion]

birds chirping outside your window. white tangled sheets. waking up with a yawn. you are safe

[maywemeetotherrph]

[lvzarus-blog]

maywemeetotherrph :

aesthetic graphic: height difference; requested by anonymous

[heartsnmagic]

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                         ▍▍▍▍▍▍▍▍ ▍→ ❪@fcxmuldxr || (x) ❫

you know, they say it’s all downhill after the first kiss. - man of steel.

⚡ ⟶                           ( what are you doing ??? ) question directed internally towards the actors bound against the television screen, tension thick before male lips pressed upon the female that opposed, small audible moans flourishing through the speakers that only caused brunette mane to angle in curious fashion. what were they doing? it was an odd imagery, profiles seemingly stuck together & yet, the people restrained within the small screen seemed content, happy, no? the way optics fluttered closed & hands found themselves against slender waist - maybe it was a sign of affection much like lazarus would within embracing fox much like they were now on the couch, or hand-holding ( he’d seen that in real life too ), but this? was  this another gesture that perhaps he could perform towards the older male as a means of showing he CARED? ( right ? )

                                & thus - not knowing such actions could hold unwanted requirement, lazarus shifted his profile downwards in order to plant lips against the softened ones belonging to his friend, noses squished, bumping in careless fashion, twin-flesh not even moving as they pushed themselves against fox. ( this is correct, yes? ) lazarus could only hold that clueless lacking knowledge that he hoped so, wonderment coursing as to why heart was skipping a frantic beat within the confines of his chest & why his optics had fluttered shut. wanting, desiring, much like the inspired characters on the screen had been only seconds prior to this impromptu moment. 

[amancanfly]

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onyovrleft :

                 the sound of the others metallic limb connecting with the vibranium caught steve off guard for a brief moment, having expected the shield to make impact with opposing features and instead, his own frame stumbled back slightly due to the collision. blue orbs quickly noticed the knife being pulled from its holster, the captain having to react in a swift motion as once again, shield was brought into play as he threw it towards the other, hoping to knock the blade out of his grasp causing him to become unarmed. never once taking his eyes off the asset, steve was still unaware as to who was behind the mask, not knowing that the metallic limb was that of lazarus’ own, not knowing that the mouth behind the muzzle couldn’t SPEAK; not knowing that hydra had taken the man he vowed to protect.

⚡ ⟶                        MURDER. DEATH. KILL. the ongoing mantra, the only thought process that the asset was prohibited to have, quickly thwarted into something akin to panic, the urge to think up an impromptu plan of attack as shield collided within human digits, knocking the knife in discard upon the tiled flooring. it was an action that pained incredibly despite the super-strength that basked throughout void essence, the soldier knowing that there was no time in retrieving any semblance of weaponry, not when it left him open to ATTACK. & as far as he was concerned, it was only him that should be delivering brutal assaults that would lead to the hero’s demise, violence perhaps in the guise of bionic punches & asphyxiation that could see captain america as nothing more than a corpse, bound six-feet-under. for the male that opposed was nothing more than his enemy ( certainly not his boyfriend ). desperate times called for desperate measures & as such, leather-covered frame lunged forward in order to provide a tackle towards opposing physique; maybe if he could get rogers upon his back, then exposure would be prominent & he could deliver the final blows before he was completely out of options.

[onyovrleftarchive]

( @lvzarus ) | cont. from X

                 he had heard the chaos, the gunshots, the yells and screams from several agents, steve not quite knowing what exactly was going on besides the fact that an attack upon shield was obvious. grabbing onto his shield and heading out to where the commotion was coming from, he now stood face to face with the muzzled asset opposing him, eyes narrowing towards him before having to act on a quick reflex in raising the shield to defend himself, deflecting the bullet that came hurling towards him in one quick motion. feet then bounded upon the ground towards the other, shield swung in the hopes of connecting with opposing features, not having the SLIGHTEST clue who was behind the muzzle —- he’d B R E A K if he knew it was lazarus.

[lvzarus-blog]

⚡ ⟶                        the coding was all that could present itself, trigger pulled in continuous motion only to bounce away against the vibranium that opposed, the metal that was a barrier between the asset & his target clanging as audible evidence that he was FAILING. that simply wouldn’t do, a vocal etched into the neurons working on one mission alone telling the soldier that punishment would be severe if he were to fail, if he were to walk away without the captain DEAD or worse, his own metallic entity injured or captured by their enemies. then, lazarus was no good but six-feet-under, something they had already tried in the past, mission failure not stopping hydra from attempting his demise for a second time ( & making sure that it was a SUCCESS ). thus - as shield was suddenly swung towards his direction, sniper rifle was discarded, bionic limb raised in order to deflect the oncoming metal, protection in the form of metallic that would no doubt see itself wrapped around opposed throat before the battle was through ---- or at least that was the plan. growl vibrated within the restraints of the muzzle before boots bounded against the flooring, combat knife that was nestled within thigh holster pulled out as a means of MURDER whilst doing so.

[lvzarus-blog]

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                         ▍▍▍▍▍▍▍▍ ▍→ ❪@russkiyuragan || (x) ❫

he is coming & oh, he is hungry. - batman vs superman.

⚡ ⟶                           no, no, no  —- that wasn’t normal, right? that wasn’t normal routine for a HUMAN to be doing that, right? something that threatened the nausea, the fear that was channeling throughout lazarus’ veins like wild-fire to become evident into the atmosphere, whimpers surging from the vision that he was witnessing. the stench of deceased flesh that hung in a toxic aura within the air, the crimson that tainted around opposing twin-flesh, the morsels of actual human being that were invading the confines of shane’s mouth. ( but shane wouldn’t do something like that? would he? he was one of the good guys, right ??? ) stealth wasn’t one of lazarus’ strong suits despite the complete desire to turn on his heel & run, to tell anyone about what on earth he was laying witness towards, but feet were stuck to the ground like quick-sand, audible whimpers flourishing.

                                   —- what if he was NEXT?

[lvzarus-blog]

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                         ▍▍▍▍▍▍▍▍ ▍→ ❪@hxrologium || (x) ❫

look. put the gun down, hm? you’re scared, and scared people holding guns in my face, that scares me. - the cold light of day.

⚡ ⟶                           ( mae’s one of them !! mae’s one of them !! )

                                   four very simple words ghosted around frazzled neurons, a product of a NIGHTMARE, lazarus only deeming it complete reality despite how much it agonized throughout confused essence. she was meant to be his friend, his anchor point of salvation that he could TRUST & for what? for mae to be nothing more than a recruit of hydra, a spy that would puncture stainless steel deep within his back from sheer betrayal before he even knew it? thrust back into a world of corruption & brutality that the younger had been fighting tooth&nail to stay away from? ( no chance !! ). hence the predicament of 9mm pistol clutched in tightened fashion against strong digits, limbs that held the coding to fire, to murder if so urged; & yet - the want to remain pure still remained, even as hurt tumbled. even from the unfathomable break in trust that he was wrongly believing as non-fiction. growl pooled, scared beyond all compare as brows knitted with a cocking of tresses.

                                   ( how could you ??? )

[lvzarus-blog]

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                         ▍▍▍▍▍▍▍▍ ▍→ ❪@onyovrleft || (x) ❫

black and blue, fight night! the greatest gladiator match in the history of the world. god vs. man. day vs. night - batman vs. superman.

⚡ ⟶                 cobalt uniform stood opposite the asset dressed in charcoal, black & blue, day vs. night, an emotionless colorization to match the void of sentiment that now plagued a previously tender soul, sniper rifle gripped against human & bionic digits ( as if the coding has never left youthful, pathetic neurons ) whilst muzzle shielded features that would be unknown towards the captain. the last scenario that hydra desired was for rogers to end up becoming persuasive like he had with their grandest asset in bucky barnes, a soldier whose DNA was merged within the robotic presence now geared to fight. to murder, by any means necessary when it was mission protocol, his orders. how long had lazarus been gone from the shield facility on a solo excursion to take in the sights of new york? two hours at most? more than enough time for a recapture, for a small wiping that muffled any memories ( but didn’t erase, there was no time for that ) before the asset was thrust back into the confines of a building of salvation, screams running wild, brave folk trying their best to bring the stranger down only to end up BROKEN ( buried ).

                          —– & there he was, the grand captain already dressed up to look pleasant for his inevitable funeral, TARGET ACQUIRED. one beat, two, three —- trigger pulled, bullet sent in the direction of the hero with the intention to KILL.

[luneri]

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send ✍️ for a starter based on a quote from a movie the mun recently watched

[dragongirltitties]

reblog if your icon is a beautiful cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

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nctushka :

Dimpled smile brought a similar expression to form on more delicate features, the turning of her lips only erased with a soft kiss. Nose brushed against his tenderly, in a borderline playful manner that she believed long buried. Fingers kept caressing a chiseled jaw while ones of her opposite hand found their way up his spine enjoying the long pattern of soft skin. Eyes met his and the pink crescent shape once again made an appearance. 

          ❛ You’re adorable. ❜

Lips gave a childish kiss to his nose, soft laughter filling the air soon after. Moments like this, of complete peace and happiness weren’t something she had gotten to experience in large quantities; hence why she was so keen on making the most of it by allowing herself to feel and show what she felt.

⚡ ⟶                 blush towards the compliment hardly had time to form as contact was unexpected, foreign, such softened gesture that sparkled motions of ticklish sensation to course throughout his entire profile. nose crunches of a prominent nature making themselves known as lazarus moved away from natasha, not as means of creating distance but ---- well, as hand batted gently against his nose like a small kitten eager for a teasing toy, maybe it was evident as to why he had pulled back slightly. the feeling that basked underneath his flesh was STRANGE, pulling against his sinuses in a way that he couldn’t process, he couldn’t understand until ----

                           AH-CHOO !!!

                       ----- he sneezed. ( his first! ). hearty as the noise echoed throughout the entire four walls, lazarus STUNNED. what on earth had just happened? expression took on a veil of shock as widened oceanic orbs gazed towards the woman he truly adored, should he become frightened? should he be worried that her actions had created such a booming audible throughout the atmosphere? it certainly didn’t hurt. perhaps laughter should fuel the air instead with how the sensation previous had made him feel, strange but content, pleasant all in the same motion. so many questions, all over a simple, trivial sneeze.