despite the weariness the question would suggest / there is a smile on your face. a joy taken where none might be , the only way to survive. ❛ does it ever end ? ❜
@chozosuit / starter call.

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despite the weariness the question would suggest / there is a smile on your face. a joy taken where none might be , the only way to survive. ❛ does it ever end ? ❜
@chozosuit / starter call.
pats him on the head w/ her arm canon, “ taller . ”
he rumbles like a riled dog , a sound of contention and subtle annoyance , corner of his lips drawing downward to form subtle sneer. much taller than the average human , he towered over the poor souls without a care , often a form of unintentional intimidation amongst his... smaller companions. the slayer would often forget about humanity’s smaller stature , especially when he was surrounded by malignant horrors that stood over him like he were a mere ant. was he used to being ‘ tiny ‘ ? perhaps... but when it came to those he showed particular care for , it was a different mentality , almost. the marine’s lover was a solid nine inches taller than him , a fact he had to adjust to , as much as it flustered him... why would his choice in friends be any different ? samus also stood over the doom marine , pointing it out in jest... maybe with the knowledge that it would bring a reaction out of him. if this were the case , then she would be correct. since when was i the shorter one amongst people ? this is aggravating... rashly , he takes a step forward , pivoting on his heel to face her with the same grumpy expression. he still wasn’t used to this... being the shortest in a trio... what a load of crap. brows furrow together heavily , hands slowly raising with the appearance of an intention to sign... but the only finger that moved was the middle one , flicking straight up to fully comment on her ‘ joke ‘. for once , he was glad he didn’t have his helmet on... his disdain couldn’t be more apparent.
/ / @chozosuit
samus starts tracing letters in the air, a lackadaisical finger dancing around, a cheek firmly planted on her other hand, spelling out, ' D - E - A - T ... '
revan, sliding sunglasses on, “ what’s this? all of a sudden i can’t see a thing. ”
@chozosuit asked: if samus was to say only one word to jotaro, it probably gonna be this one. index finger perpetually pointing to the crown of her head, she ask ' ———hat? '
DID SHE JUST—— SPEAK? samus aran, uttering even a single word? the mere thought stops him in his tracks, and his eyeline follows the motion of her hand, the puzzled gesture. and what does she choose to say in this moment? what great wisdom has she to share?
————HAT? she's asking about his hat?
❝ uh? ❞ a quizzical sound, ❝ what about it? ❞
CENTURY AWOKEN ! slated canvas ashen with portrait of once - former , transferred graphite suffused with the intricacy of byssus . alas , like phantom , hand slips through it & eidolon recedes into loch eyne ; naught is present but the current & naught exists but a mirage of forlorn familiarity hushed in the branches of trees . in the chirp of crickets . in the unaffected . ❛ a few memories return , bit by bit . ❜ they are not me . he sees through the eyes of different man , sees through the eye of a mirror . ❛ guess they help sort out some of the confusion . ❜ but not always . fuillemort crunches ‘neath leather boots . here be the posture of no hero but a wayward traveler , a bit more proud & a bit more lost .
❛ would you go back into doing exactly what got you killed ? ❜
@chozosuit ⦑ ♡ ! ⦒
❝ listen to me. i can help. ❞
god of war ⦑ @chozosuit ⦒
DAZE OF A DREAM embosoms in tender caresses , blanket - warm ‘gainst starch winter this hypothermal comfort . through sea - foam lense the world toils lop - sided , recalibrating through blossoming weight uplifting tingling shoulder , wide gaze interluding with bambi ingenuity . ⦑ familiarity does settle like the snow neatly folds atop each other , pip of when less dire circumstances once - were . ⦒ 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚄𝙿 , 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿𝚈𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 ! ❛ i’m not doubting that you can —— - ❜
eyne skyward hue , amiable calibre , dagger - tongue sheathed ! subservient palpebra ashen with languor ; he appears lax ‘midst chaos schemed. ❛ i’m just tired. being stuck down here a few more hours wouldn’t hurt. ❜
@chozosuit
She almost bit off her tongue when the impact of something unbelievably hard, metal and large collided with her unsuspecting head. The threat of passing out was, surprisingly, real as she felt her body flip over the body of whatever had collided into her--or was that the other way around?. Regardless, everything was a blur, her gloved hand reaching out instinctively to grab onto something in an effort to stop from spinning. The color of this thing finally came into fruition, seizing a steel-hardened grip onto a piece of bronze-orange metal near the front. It was a ship, the captain recognized that much, but it was of a design she had never seen before. ❝Ow... my... head. I might throw up... on your ship... whoever you are... can’t stop... talking... like Kirk.❞
Carol half-crawled-hovered her way over the body, and stopping at the green visor-like cockpit in front, flipping herself to peer inward. Much of her face appeared apologetic, though it likely looked sluggish and as if a space-ship had ran into it. She raised a gloved hand, waving sheepishly and sporting an awkward grin as her eyes rested on the armored figure in what looked to be a pilot seat. ❝Hiya. Sorry about that, I don’t typically fly headlong into space-ships. Or traffic. Usually, I’m the one who stops that from happening. ...Can you hear me? If not, I hope you can read lips--agh, shit!❞ The burn on her leg flared, causing a hiss from her as she instinctively looked down, curling the leg that had the burnt flesh. There was a quick succession of points and gestures in their forward direction, shooting another look back to the armored individual inside. ❝Look, there might or might not be a bunch of angry space-ships heading this way! They’re very focused on killing me! If you care! If not, I can just go, but YOU might want to go the other direction!❞
Even she realized that was a half assed way of asking for help. But to be fair, she just got ran over by a space-ship. This was not her day.
❝ forgive your friend. ❞
。゚゚ PSEUDO IS THE SUSPIRE ; BREATHY , STRAINED BERCEUSE OF self - amuse . kohl - lined gazes of 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆 effigy , maw of 𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗺 arcs & ophidian smiles . 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻 - 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 , she is transformed by this here deliverance , this here syllable ; 《 * 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴 ! 》 —– —- – ❝ if i have to forgive them over something , i can assure you they are 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 . ❞
l/egend of z/elda . 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♡ . . . !