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[explodie]

@heromight​

     “Oi, Deku.  Y’got something on your shirt.”  He’s pointing dead-center of Izuku’s chest.

[oblivion-times]

[valorxdrive]

Steeped in darkness keybearer? I do say seeing your rampage is a very delightful turn compared to your typical heroics.

♕ - A harsh SLAM breaks the poetic sounding study with a clear lack of remorse. The teeth of the blade he bears effortlessly drills down into the ground, akin to a hot knife through butter, forgoing expectation as the ground shuddered in pure distaste as the rupture of chaotic power bloomed with a visible pulse in the grounds below. Exhaling heavily through the terrain would be veins of darkness, steaming up to the skies as the earth underneath their feet begin to distort with series of webbed cracks as it tried fight to against the pressure in a useless attempt of vain as a shockwave echos outward.

What stirs within the depths of that now raging heart was a sense of unshackled delight in being able to reveal these fangs to the world. With an ironclad grip upon the keyblade, he fixates his gaze at the passerby revealing two primordial pools of haunting crimson, blending strong with a soulless, molten light as the oppressive force of tidal waves would begin to weight them down, all due to focused pressure alone. “Rrrrrrrh..” A misty red energy expels in a haze from each breath, peppered with flecks of brighter crimson and a the void like haze of darkness as instinct intended to finish what it started.

Did this person intend to be another poor fool of that insufferable bunch he dealt with prior? Was he part of those tyrannical bastards that exercised cruelty as if it was natural as eating or drinking? Sora’s unrelenting anger could truly care less as he begins to stalk towards them, an animalistic edge to his stride as the blade begins to drag through the ground, searing through the ground, allowing him to weightlessly drag it. Within his vision, the world itself was blotted out with a violent red, the only difference being the sight of hearts, iridescent in some instances, others pulsing a familiar, appetizing dark. Ultimately they managed to stand out with such excruciating detail, the latent instincts honing a natural finesse in allowing these multiple sources of boundless potential to be take precedence over outer shells.

One glance from those refined senses of the Heartless within revealed just how many of these hearts were happily parading all around him, taunting him, tempting that unforgiving appetite to indulge in what the strength of his connections, the light of the people close to him happily satisfied.

Yet that one touch of morality wouldn’t be compromised, oh no, what this repressed side of Sora wants to revel in is the glory of the fight.

To release this boundless anger and hurt that welled within him through these countless adventures.

Even the space around him finds itself being devoured as he makes his charge.

“RRRRRRH!!!”

[icharchivist]

wait that's illegal what

[mknbrd]

‘  come back to me. forgive me. i love you.  ’

the words steal the breath right out of her chest. the words leave her throat. there's a difference, isn't there, between knowing something to be an unmistakable truth, and being presented with that information in a way that demands some sort of action from her.

the truth, one she's known even when they were at the worst versions of themselves— clint barton loves her. he always has. she thinks he always will.

the presentation, one that comes when she's not sure what they are, but she knows that she loves him too, and her life looks better when he's a part of it— clint metaphorically on his knees before her, and, she thinks, asking for another chance.

practically, she got shot four times two days ago, and has been declared good to go home— super soldier, after all— but not okay to be by herself. and he's still her emergency contact (who again, loves her very much)— is great at picking up takeout orders when she doesn't have the energy to cook, and wouldn't know how to leave her by herself if he tried. so they're laid out in her bed with chinese food between them and top model reruns on tv, and she's not sure how they got here, but they did.

" baby, " bobbi says, a little hoarse from the dozing she's been doing all afternoon, and the amount of super-soldier strength painkillers she's on. she can't tell if she'd just scared him, or if he's serious. or both. bobbi's not sure what idea scares her the most.

she rolls onto her side a little, as much as she can. tucks her arm underneath her head. " baby, what are you asking me ? "

[valorxdrive]

"Smile because you feel like it, not because you think you have to." [ from @maregiis :> ]

♕ - The way she draws that particular chord makes him freeze in place, too openly, utterly exposed. For a moment he turns and whatever beginning calls of reassurance that rests upon his tongue is dragged by down. No, what she decided to tell him in this moment warranted proper attention as the mildly speechless look focuses upon her.

What he finds is that while the warmth never left from her gaze, a more normalized look settles upon her lips, a calculating vestige within those oceanic eyes and for a moment being so openly inspected by her wasn’t the least bad to him. It’s always been like that, long as he can remember, that her magical heart had a penchant for being able to take in the subtle shifts of his.

“I uh... Yeah..” Sora admits as soft sigh echoes the growing heaps of exhaustion within his frame. This bit of exposure was welcomed as much as it was embarrassing, the more negative emotions revealed before Kairi not exactly knowing what to do with themselves. There was nothing saddening to admit, or grim thoughts to share, it feels like there should be more of answer to grant the princess, but not such eurekas succeed in shining thought. Instead, that weary expression begins to show upon his visage as he looks towards her again.

Such weariness stemmed from the struggles they silently and carefully prowl around, barely poke, but ultimately wish to drown away such things with a slew of positive memories. Scooting just a little bit closer to him, a silent question hangs within his gaze, only for that trust within her response to make him suddenly in as he bows over a touch. Right now he allows for his face to rest upon her chest, those sturdy arms following suite in just wrapping around her midsection in order to hug her tenderly close. Eyelids half-lowered, just allowing for his surroundings to become a haze feels pretty nice.

Ignoring the soft ticklish nature of her garb, in this moment, what swims through him is a positive outlet for aches that flared and kicked unprepared in the depths of his heart. Yet right now? A gentle, all embracing sun that rests deep within the princess calls to him, it’s radiance shining rays that intend to freely let him bask.

To know he’s in another way, home. That alone lets them fully close.

The melodious wonder of Kairi’s heart serves as the boat to keep him afloat. “Kairi..?”

”Y’mind if I rest here with you? Today just felt really long..” A prior time of nightmares from his earlier sleep would enact that. As a smile never truly comes to his face, the soft desperation of how he holds her reflects how old wounds are still bared.

Yet the comfort softly burns it away with the presence of her beautiful light.

Just how much she means to him.

@maregiis

[hellstralian]

19

19. Do you want a church wedding?

I...Ira.

Church of Satan, maybe..!