#oblivisms

[tealbeats-archived]

@oblivisms sent: shoves two fingers up his nose for complaining, like he cant hear him...

"DUDE YOU'RE MY BOSS ISN'T THIS UNETHICAL IN THE BUSINESS DEPARTMENT???"

[shantytown-haint]

❝ And that was what destroyed you in the end: the longing for something you could never have. ❞ @oblivisms Ohohoho

There was a pointed pause from the woman. Was she so obvious to be able to be read so? After so long of assuming she was less off an open book, and more like the public scrawlings of mad and ignored nonsense along the walls of the city.

Maybe she was clearer than she ever anticipated.

"Y'know," Mal groaned, rubbing the side of her melted nose. "I ain't exactly in the business of, uh, longin' or shit? I'm typically right well wit' jus', uh... taking whatever I want. Y'know. Like everyone else."

[mercless]

All Black

          @oblivisms​​

The Inquisitor woke to the sounds of failing alarms and emergency lights flickering, irritating their eye as they blinked past drowsiness. They found themselves sprawled across the ship’s floor, small bits of rubble having harmlessly fallen onto their armoured body, and with no immediate memory to what lead them to this situation. It takes a moment to stand, and one more before the spinning stops, and a final one to realise half of their vision was missing. With a groan, a clawed, armoured glove smacks the right side of their face, and with a spark, their mechanical eye jumps back into life. Letting catch up on everything in the scene it had missed, Talon stumbles to the controls in front of them, using the pilot’s chair for balance on the uneven floor; with said pilot’s body still slumped in the seat, held in place by the safety harness.

Sweeping chunks of shrapnel out of their way, Talon fumbles over the controls until their hand finds the power. Although they had not put a lot of faith in it still working, relief washes over them as the dashboard lit up, even if sparks flew here and there. The craft’s control history popped up, revealing a jump had been activated but had missed its trajectory by... Forcing themselves to not step back, nauseating panic seeping into them, The Inquisitor’s hands frantically search for the controls of the blank screen in front of them that would reveal what lay beyond the haul of the battered ship. But as the screen configures and blinks back to life, Talon wished they had stayed naive. 

The computer showed that instead of reaching its intended destination, it had flown out into the nothingness; away from their home, their galaxy, into deep unexplored space. They had been lucky in landing on the bit of space debris they now found themselves and the ship on, floating towards something far more terrifying than the current predicament. Unmistakable in its lack of light, a Black Hole revealed itself. Visible to Talon’s mortal eye; far too close for comfort. 

[wasthevirtuoso-blog]

💚❤ aaAAaaaa

💚 - friendship❤ - romantic relationship

👀 dohohohoh! i gotta know what you have planned out, now.

[prideofnoxus]

“Everything mortal fades away in time, but the spirit remains.”

Honestly? He wasn’t really in the mood for any deep philosophical conversation. He tolerated to some extent, but if he couldn’t touch it, hear it, taste it or smell it-- Kled didn’t care much. But this was different, this was some sort of creature from the stars. Surely, it’d want him to be scared, he was just some speck in the cosmic scale.

Kled didn’t give a single shit, he wasn’t scared of anyone.

    “Oh, I’m sure. That’s how all them spiritual bullcrap tends to go, eh?” 

A small smirk formed on his lips.

   “Don’t really care much for nothin’ I can’t stab though.”  

[tealbeats-archived]

The moment that Ezreal agreed to sign on his solo work with Thresh was a moment that had changed his life forever. He wasn’t sure, exactly, if it was for the better—sometimes it felt like he was being pulled in several directions; straining the relationships he had with his boys—With Sylas—with anyone that he was around, really. Thresh treated him great for the most part; the lavish gifts and the attention showed that; but how much longer could he keep blowing them all off to go work for Thresh?

He felt like he was spread too thin.

“I know, I know…I’m sorry! I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay? I checked my schedule, I shouldn’t be getting any calls tomorrow from him or the label with the boys, so I can totally rain check for then, okay? I didn’t wanna just up and leave, y’know!? I’m tired, dude!” His phone was tucked between his shoulder and his ear as he spoke, walking down the hallway to meet Thresh in his office. Citrine gaze glanced around the hall as he continued to speak, keeping his voice down. “I’m gonna talk to him about it eventually! I just…Gotta find the right time. I’ll come by tonight too; stay over. But…I gotta go for now, Sylas. Love you. …Later.”

At first, this whole thing was insanely great. He was able to still work with HEARTSTEEL, and his solo work was starting to really take off, too, thanks to Thresh. However, as time went on, Ezreal had been working more, becoming a lot more tired these days. He needed a break—he needed to see the people he cared about rather then people he didn’t. He needed a break from work, despite everything he got out of it, he needed…a proper social life again.

He shifts in his pink zip up hoodie he wore, looking at his phone as his lips tugged into a soft frown as he stopped in front of the door before pocketing it into his pants pocket, pushing the door open and closing the door before sitting down.

“I’m here, man. What’s up?” Another yawn leaves him and he covers his mouth with his hand briefly. “You uh…kinda caught me at a bad time, y’know?”

@oblivisms | :)

[mercless]

🌹 "Very attractive. Their refusal to conform to mortals' society standards shows their strength and independence. It is proof that they are above most mortal creatures."

“I’ll take a compliment from a space being any day, even if it is a little exaggerated.”

[cosmicallybound]

@oblivisms invoked the goddess, "The phoenix burns bright, but what is her light in the wake of the void that consumes it?"

     brilliant   amber   hues   flickered   toward   the   cosmic   dark   star,   dark   brows   drawn   together.   lush   flesh   curled   into   a   slight   sneer   before   the   celestial   phoenix   composed   herself.   'twas   not   often   he   visited,   much   less   willingly.   the   celestial   palace   rarely   welcomed   outsiders,   for   it   was   far   too   much   of   a   security   risk.   her   sentinels   knew   better,   yet   somehow,   the   harbinger   that   oft   brought   ill   tidings   could   never   be   turned   away.   delicate   hands   folded   together   in   her   lap   as   the   cosmic   empress   silently   studied   the   other.

     ❝   you   act   as   if   the   void   would   be   able   to   consume   my   fire.   the   phoenix   will   never   truly   die,   though   you   are   welcome   to   try,   darling.   ❞   hyeon's   slender   legs   curled   underneath   her,   a   picturesque   vision   of   aristocratic   grace   —   even   as   unprofessional   as   she   currently   portrayed   herself.   ❝   we   have   played   this   same   tune   over   &&   over   again.   do   you   not   tire   of   such   repetitiveness   ??   your   god   will   never   win,   no   matter   how   much   you   sacrifice   &&   bleed   for   it.   ❞

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