#puridior

[xmarksthescott]

In my defense, I have none//For digging up the grave another time --scemma edit for @puridior

[originalbirdboy]

❛ I left for ONE week. ❜

@puridior

“I don’t know what to tell you, Emma, a week is a long time.” Warren was undoubtedly someone who was a risky bet if you left him alone for too long with his own ideas. You could leave him for two weeks and all that would happen would be that his apartment would be cleaner than ever before, him having reorganised all of his storage for optimal retrieval of his favourite things. 

But sometimes, there were times like this, when leaving him for a week ended up with him having adopted a pet dove in an attempt to stop him spiralling back into feeling hopeless. He felt that he wanted something to look after to give himself some kind of purpose other than being a superhero. It helped him take his mind away from everything that had happened, but also he felt like a good person when he was looking after something so small and fragile. During the last week, he’d made his apartment as good as he could for his new companion, which meant the small bird could fly around to her heart's content. He’d moved one of his couches so that he could fit a large cage into his apartment, giving the bird somewhere to sleep when she wasn’t flying around his apartment as she was right now that he could also sit right next to.

“Meet Sky, she’s a diamond dove.” As if she knew what he was talking about, the dove landed on Warren’s shoulder and she cooed softly at their visitor.

[sasorikigai]

❓ ( Hanzo )

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The most thing Hanzo associates of Harumi (his long-dead wife) is a steel-forged rose. Roses are alluring, both gentle, delicate yet vicious, something of an unparalleled beauty. Whenever he thinks of her, there is always that great, intoxicated surge of the heavy scent of red roses blowing into his face as soon as they left the village, inducing a sensuous vertigo; a blast of rich, faintly corrupt sweetness strong enough almost, to befall and ensorcel him. Even now as broken and depressed Grandmaster Hasashi may feel (post-MKX, mostly in MK11, which is my ‘default’ canon), he still remains resilient, strong-willed and strong because of her. For she was that hidden oracle floating right above the bridge between the night and da, the eccentric comet he would invariably wait for as the dying sun kissed Hanzo’s humanity goodbye as the hellfire tucked once treasured earthly stars underneath his grief, remorse and self-flagellation. She was the answers, the peace, the epiphany, and she was all that he dreamed for, and all that he could never get ahold of since his resurrection. 

Hanzo has a private rose garden near his personal quarters, dedicated to Harumi; it is full of red and pink roses. Red roses are, of course, ubiquitously used to say "I love you," and are symbolic of unconditional love. They also stands for courage and respect. Pink symbolizes grace, sophistication and elegance. Pink roses are expressions of platonic love and friendship. The pink rose is often given as an expression of beginning love or admiration, as it has a gentler meaning than their red counterparts, obviously more intimate, romantic and sexual. Harumi wasn’t simply Hanzo Hasashi’s childhood friend; they both held not only initial infatuation, but reciprocated interest ever since they were children and adolescents as best friends, and Hanzo became her suitor until they became of age, as Harumi was Hanzo’s only lover and a soulmate until he regained his humanity. 

Looking back and allowing himself to see the heartache Hanzo went through, but had conveniently forgotten or left behind is a different, foreign kind of heartbreak. Yet, even perceiving the objectivity of the loss of her, which could never be preventable, since there were other unparalleled force behind the Original Shirai Ryu’s extinction (Quan Chi, the necromancer who pinned the Shirai Ryu and the Lin Kuei, and inevitably pinning him against Kuai Liang, the original Sub-Zero’s younger brother in still bitter rivalry until MKX, as Bi-Han (the elder Sub-Zero) was the one to kill him in Hanzo’s eyes), Hanzo could never be objective when it comes to Harumi’s death. He is still too emotionally entangled over her death, despite it now long becoming the catalytic fuel to strengthen the fire brewing in his eyes, as it burns ablaze to serve justice, instead of vengeance upon the world. 

[bllakcat-a]

hey so no offense but I think you owe me at least 2 kisses

i   wouldn’t    mind   having   to  owe   more  ;)      but   let’s  be   real:  i  can’t   contain  myself   long   enough   to   save   them   so    * smooch  x 10 *  

[unnwin-a]

Actual Eggsy runs this blog and you can't change my mind :/

omg actual emma frost just complimented me  uwu

                                  @puridior    /    p.

[atlantisrule]

I think the right ship name is door

its door because if if doctor doom walked into a door namor would laugh and then get dumped

[fractempyreal]

' compliment me. '

                        ❛    I   wouldn’t   even   if   you   had   something   WORTH   complimenting    .    ❜

                  @puridior

[badmusesarch]

@puridior​ wanted Christian

🏳‍🌈 -- Christian was reflecting. On himself, his past, his present, his sister. How Emma seemed changed from the relatively innocent teenager he remembered. He wasn’t sure of his place yet in this new safe haven, this paradise as some called it. Krakoa. His gaze was slightly unfocused, not seeing his luxurious whereabouts. 

Everything was worlds away from the institution where he was kept so long. Universes away from the ancestral family home. 

He placed his hand on the side of his face, the tip of his fingers rubbing circles over his temple. He wasn’t hurting, he was feeling utterly lost. Furthermore, Emma didn’t seem like she could give him as much time as she’d said when she took him in, with her plans and efforts to get the Hellfire Trade Company going. 

Feeling neglected and useless, he sat idly on a lounge chair, some Krakoan drink in hand.