#eruptae

[shivncho]

I care alot || accepting @eruptae​ said; ❝ trust me, there’s no such thing as good people. ❞

“   Big words, coming from the upcoming number 1  "   he didn’t disagree, if anything he agreed. Maybe it was a bit hypocritical of them both, wanting to become heroes - to protect those kind of people. 

“  I’m probably the last person you need to share this inside with   ”    really now. Shinsou has been through it, this the reason he doesn’t trust people, neither has much interest in making friends.

It was also kinda off, coming from Bakugou. Sure, at first glance it fits but on the other hand - doesn’t the guy has handful of friends he spends time with? He didn’t know him well, this all stuff he gathered from observation. 

“  Something happened between you and your  little extras?  ”   it was a simple question, not meant to be mocking, avoiding the word friends on purpose just to ensure the blond might not block him out right away. That and he doesn’t wanna start a decision if they are his friends or not. Still, he wouldn’t be surprised to receive no answer also.

[vulturent]

@eruptae​.

     singed plumage is what greets blake’s sensitive nose, the agent’s other senses all following soon after, barraging him in a variety of sensations.       first, his feathers. some ( ? ) of them had been damaged via high temperature.       second, blake’s ears were RINGING. it was almost as if someone had taken a horn and had blared it right next to his auditory apparatuses. the commission had taken to doing something similar when he’d been younger, a means of ‘ testing ‘ they said.       and third.       his body ached in several different ways.       injured as if he’d been hit by another, paired with that FAMILIAR ache within his bones that signaled his form had shifted, or was about to. going off the intense throbbing, the buzzard can tell the change had happened and been reversed, bones still crackling and aligning themselves back to their humanoid origin.

     golden eyes finally force themselves open, limbs attempting to disentangle-- ah, he’s been bound still, the collar is still active. he’s been out for a shorter amount of time than previously assumed...      a hero had likely stepped in.      in fact, blake’s certain that the boots mere inches from his nose belong to said hero. orange soles, toes and heels. mostly black. straps at the tops. kneeguards.      a hint of green enters the color scheme.      pro hero ground zero. katsuki bakugou. ua graduate.      someone potentially trustable, given the younger’s hero ranking along with the amount of interactions the two have already had ( being such a spitfire meant more meetings with the hpsc ).      ❝ deactivate the collar. i’m in control of myself once more. ❞

[darkrevels]

@eruptae​ said: ❛ the basis of all human fears. a closed door, slightly ajar. ❜ MEME: i don’t wanna find it again     STATUS: u know what if u can track down the meme it’s from then go right the fuck ahead

        “see, that’s something i’ve never understood about people. they say they fear the darkness, or fear being trapped. claustrophobia. an inability to escape what feels like an enclosed space, and yet —” tokoyami considers the other, sizing him up. does he understand? could it be that he possibly comprehends the complexity of the way fear rationalizes itself in the human brain? no, of course not. very few people can. very few people can form that connection to the subconscious. 

“if we did not know it was dark, if we did not know we were trapped, we wouldn’t fear it. as you say, it’s the way the door is slightly ajar — this gives us the knowledge, and the knowledge is what we fear. but the same thing that alerts us to that fear is the way out. we are simply prisoners of our own minds, bending to the will of an intangible force of nature. we are but ghosts in our own bodies, only passive observers behind a soundproof wall that will never let our screams be heard anywhere outside our own chests.”