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nobilitia “  i like seeing you smile.  ”  

“Then, Lyra will, smile more!” Giving a bright grin, as she reached out to take Ioder’s hands. “Will, Ioder smile, too?”

[blade-of-light]

sora just why

“Why do we do anything in this world? Why do we even exist? Is time and reality just a construct? Are we just pawns in some omniscient old guy’s game? Is there even a point to all this?”

[quietdistortion]

adrenal replied to your photo: Jeff Johansen; Cosmetics Set #3

jeff……………….u okay?

[reyes-is-dead]

reyesisdead asked:

↯ — for a goodbye kiss

@indiana-gold

Laughter, past the spittle and froth that reddens.

That collects at the bottom of his mouth, trickles out past teeth that no longer set so well in the jaw. That pools underneath him in a small, but ever-growing lake. His eyes close, head bowing a little as the arms that hold up shake and quiver.

His strength is failing, and the holes in his gut are a good reason why.

He’s not surprised to have met the other here, not when the target had been easy- even for him. When it had been such a good Ops, getting his people in and out with the information- and even a target. When it had gone off almost effortlessly.

When he knew it was going to go to shit as soon as he’d heard the soft surrsation of ash and nanites behind him- only to twist and catch buckshot in the unprotected and armored side of his gut.

And Gabe’s guns always made a bigger exit than entrance, just like the man himself.

He murmurs- waiting for the wraith to kneel down to hear- because Gabe couldn’t ever control his urge to gloat when he thought the chips were down in his favor. The old soldier waits, waits until that mask with it’s mocking laugh is just within range—

- and he lunges, capturing the sides of that kevlar armor, digging fingers in to hold him in place.

That owl mask is knocked off, a bloody kiss planted against the ruined lips there, a fitting goodbye for what’s going to happen, for their parting once more. He smiles as Gabe snarls at him in disgust, rearing back to let him fall.

But it’s okay, even as his head cracks on the sidewalk.

—because it’s hid the ping of his remote detonator, the soft whine increasing in pitch as explosions begin to go off around him. For, you see- it’d been a set up the entire time, though they’d planned to blow it without him in the middle.

But as he watches, with blackness encroaching the edges of his vision- as the Wraith try to get away, only to be driven back by fireball after fireball-

— he really can’t think of a more fitting end for the two of them.  

[auraunbound]

onewithshadows --> chromctic

[auraunbound]

@sometimesshattered from here:

“Thats... sub-optimal, but expected I guess. It didn’t look too good before.” She blew a somber sigh. There was some relief in there as well, but it was difficult to hide the worry in her expression.

“I’m sorry, Blake. I-I should have been there to help you. I’m sorry.” She wasn’t even sure why she was apologizing. It just felt like the right thing to do.

[breadbasketofmuses-blog]

@non-credere-in-fata

{⚙️} It was just supposed to be a friendly Smash match. As the two of them were both competitors in the Super Smash Brothers Tournament, Shulk and Robin had been queued up to head to the Bridge of Eldin for their match and were to be teleported there as usual so that the match could take place.

However, something had gone wrong with the teleportation system. This was made very clear even at first glance around the new surroundings, as the Bridge of Eldin was not supposed to be covered in ice. In fact, this didn’t look like any of the sanctioned battlefields, so it wasn’t like the two fighters had been sent to a different battlefield at the last minute.

No, there was definitely something wrong here. The cheer of the crowds watching the battle was missing, instead replaced with a rather unnatural silence. The announcer’s loud voice wasn’t capable of being heard either. Where were they, even?

But at the very least, even in this eerily silent wasteland, Shulk and Robin had each other. That meant it wasn’t as bad as it could be, right?

“...Where are we?” Shulk spoke with a slightly nervous tone, his voice echoing around the frozen basin. “Can we even get back to the tournament grounds from here?” After taking a moment to look around, he turned back to his purple clad companion. “Are you okay, Robin?”