#imxortals

[flaminghotnerd-blog]

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Fall Out Boy- Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? 

imxortals

“C’mon, Hiro,” Tadashi said, gripping the boy by his ankles and dragging him across his bed, taking the mound of blankets Hiro was cocooned in with him. “They say ‘quitters never win,’ and you’d better not have quit just before your first day of college!”  

[tadashii-hamada-blog]

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My muse has been acting distant and depressed latelysend a ＊ for your muse to experience the haunting voices in my muse’s head, without my muse knowing.

Tadashi was looking out of the window for hours now, sitting in his wheelchair with his back towards the door. He hadn’t moved for a while, both his university work and his food still untouched. Even Hiro hadn’t been able to get through to him.

                                            “Ļ̥̮̻͎̅̈́ͥͯ̃̐o̬̬̝͚͖͙ͧ̉ŏ͍͕̟̿́k̜̰͓̺͔͇̓̐ ͫ̒̋̏͜a̪̞̫͈̓͊ͅț̝ͥ͊͑̀ ͍͇̫͙̰̞̿̓̄̊̓͒̚t̼̱͕͙̗̻h̡̼̍̍̔̓ȧ̶́ͩͯt̝.̫̮̪͙̅̆́.ͫ̉̀͠.̏̓“

The distorted voice was barely audible to Hiro at first, he shouldn’t be able to hear it at all, but it started to become clearer and clearer the longer he was in a room with his burn marked older brother.

“Loo͜k ̡o҉utside̸, everyo̡ńe is͘ goin͡g̢ o͟n ͡witḩ ̸the̕ir ҉livȩs͝..͡.͠ ̛they a̴r͏è ͢for͢ge͡t̢ti̴n̕g ͘a̕b͝ou̕t̀ y͠o͝u̵.“ the voice was starting to become less distorted and more recognisable, it started to surprisingly sound like Tadashi’s own voice. Was he telling this to himself? Maybe...

His hand tightened around the handrails of his wheelchair as he continued wondering what was going on outside, what has come of his friends, of his old teacher. Tadashi wouldn’t even have noticed Hiro being there if his brother hadn’t taken a few steps closer. “Hiro?” he called out, looking over his shoulder with his good eye “What are you doing here?”

[sunlight-maiden]

'You are my sunshine' (Get ready for the feels)

imxortals:

“Hiro…?” The explosions and shoots had kept locked outside of the walls that protected them from the real world. A world that was no longer that hopeful place were the days could be saved by heroes and good wills. The two of them had managed to escape and get some rest for the night, but a sudden cough and an accelerated breath woken the girl up and made her realize that her companion wasn’t at all fine as he had promised he was.

“Hiro! God, how…? When did they…? Hiro, wake up! Look at me! Look at me, please… this is going to be alright, we are going to be alright, please, look at me…” Her voice was cracking. “Hiro… I can’t do this alone” She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t do this without him. “Please… I’ll do whatever you want, please stay, please……… Hiro” That’s it, she had promised not to cry anymore, not since this hell unleashed. But she couldn’t no more, she holded him close to her and prayed to all the gods she knew for some help. She prayed for any kind of miracle she could get.

[aerxbot-blog]

{ to the 'experiment' meme }: "...Hiro? Hiro is that--" she drops everything and runs for him, grabbing him by the sleeves and pulling him into a hug as her heels ground to a halt. "Are you okay?! Where have you been?"

     . . c://hiro:

        Maybe a familiar face is supposed to be         a good thing, but Hiro finds himself         terrified — he flinches away, stumbles         back before he realizes who it is and         calms down. Not enough to return the         hug, but enough to tolerate it.

"I — I don’t.."         his voice breaking,"You’re — I thought you were —where is everyone else?!”

         He isn’t steady on his feet, shaking, pale.          And the bruises — along his jawline, his          arm.. It’s not clear how old they are, but          they must still hurt like hell. There’s a          spot on his left arm bandaged, like          there’d been an IV there..