#starscorched

[poise-n-poison]

"Oh, Gladion... do you truly believe that those pathetic thugs are your true family? How can you know that they see you in the same way?"

[swordlost]

         ‘   not to criticize your taste in men , my friend --- but .  .  . well ---- he must have  some .  .  .  redeemable qualities , i would hope  ?   a secret superhero alias  ? a knack for comforting crying babies ? ---- saving dogs from the pound ? surely , there must be -- something ?  ‘

/ @starscorched​ : s.c. 

[vigorminded]

❛ history will write that you were the bravest of them all. ❜ ( @walt, time for random meme things u didnt reblog)

             Words arespoken into the darkness that has let itself into the bedroom with the settingof the sun ; late September air carrying the first traces of winter’s chill tocrowd around the bed . Shame and guilt burn beneath his skin , and if hisbreath stutters on its way out of his lungs he does little to mask it . Hethinks of Stuttgart , of the night when people abandoned every god that hadever cared for them as they pulled innocents into the street . He thinks ofburning books , burning cities , burning limbs . The empty space beneath hisknee aches as smoke crowds up his nose , and in the distance he can hear thefrontline on the horizon . A raging war fueling a killing machine . Under history’sscorching scrutiny , bravery will be the last any Kugler would deserve to beremembered by . Werner’s eyes stare back at him from the dark , and he hopeshis  name  will  always  bring a disgusted turn of the nose from decent people . Asfor himself , would it be too much to ask to not be remembered at all  ?  a  selfish  request  to  ask  not  for forgiveness  ,  but to be forgotten  ?  It’s acowards desire  ,  a  pardon  he  does  not  deserve . Intentions and circumstances bedamned , the weapon he bore at his side for five years and the lives it tookwere still an extension of the Reich itself . He is not less guilty than thosewho fought with conviction . Something sick turns in his stomach , tar rising far up in his throat before it’s pushed back down in his gut .                  In  the  space  left  between  their horizontal bodies , hands lie back to back , knuckles gently gracing together with  every  inch  of  movement .  it’s grounding ,  anchoring ,  to feel the warmth  radiating  from  the  other’s  still  pale  skin   .  Two  inconspicuous  digits  fidget  against  Max’s  fingers , a cautious movement intertwining their fingers in silent communication . he can’t speak  ,  afraid  of what his voice might say more clearly than his words can .  the  dark  shields many  things  ;  tears  and  trembling  lips  are  safe  in  their  midnight  cover  ,  but  words  are treacherously loud things , always saying more than Walter is ready to reveal . Instead the silence remains undisturbed as he trusts their point contact to keep out the cold .

[bloodycharge]

@starscorched ( cont. ) //

takeba's  stubborn  insistence  on  pushing  herself  forward  reminds  him  of  aki  -  which  isn't  her  fault,  really.  that  idiot  is  just  the  standard  by  which  shinji  measures  one's  obstinacy.  the  good  news,  at  least,  is  that  he  doesn't  quite  consider  her  on  his  level  yet  -  the  bad  news  is  that,  at  least  with  the  addition  of  this  incident,  she  really  isn't  that  far  off.

well,  it's  only  good  or  bad  news  if  shinji  decides  to  voice  these  thoughts,  which  he  isn't.  the  akihiko-stubbornness  scale  is  exclusively  internal.

“  hang  on.  ”  shinjiro  looms  over  her,  arms  crossed.  it's  in  his  nature  to  be  intimidating  like  this  without  really  meaning  to  -  though  on  the  other  hand,  takeba  has  never  seemed  especially  put-off  by  him.  nor  has  the  vast  majority  of  sees  …  for  some  reason.  it's  honestly  a  little  baffling  sometimes.  “  are  you  fine?  ”  the  question  is  asked  while  he  points  at  the  vivid  red  stain  on  her  side,  brows  pinched.  “  d'you  got  enough  juice  to  heal  that?  ‘cause  if  not,  then  you’re  clearly  not  fine  enough  to  keep  goin'.  ”

if  she  does,  and  is  simply  choosing  to  reserve  her  stamina  for  someone  else's  sake,  then  that's  another  conversation  entirely  -  one  shinjiro  is  totally  down  to  have.  he's  never  had  a  problem  harassing  anyone  into  taking  better  care  of  themselves  -  though,  if  he's  being  entirely  honest,  he  does  feel  a  little  bad  for  doing  all  this  when  takeba  is  acting  so  …  quiet?  so  unlike  her  usual  self.

but  it's  necessary,  regardless.  he's  seen  what  happens  when  this  conversation  isn't  had.

[bloodycharge]

[ WORRY ]: the sender grabs the receiver by the shoulders to take a good look at them for any sign of harm or injury. from yukari hiii

his  immediate  reaction  is  to  wince,  which  probably  isn't  a  good  sign.  he's  clearly  unhappy  to  be  jostled,  and  even  if  he  collects  himself  quickly,  he  still  winced.  in  shinji-language,  that's  gotta  be  something  pretty  damn  painful,  right?  he  clearly  knows  where  this  is  going  and  is  quick  to  protest,

“  i  know  you're  worn  out,  takeba.  save  it  in  case  someone  gets  seriously  hurt,  okay?  ”  it  sounds  so  logical  -  he  says  it  like  it's  natural  and  obvious  to  let  his  pain  sit.  “  i'm  good.  just  hit  my  head  when  that  shadow  knocked  me  over.  ”

[lxngfxrgxtten]

★

── *₊˚🍹⸝⸝ 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 ( accepting. )

Send me a ★ and I’ll bold what applies to your muse.

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you / I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally  / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you? / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

[vigorminded]

💔

meme / accepting 

Send 💔 for a interrupted kiss.

              the leach hangs forgotten around his arm , streetlights flickering on to combat the oncoming darkness as evening draws closer . they’re standing closer than they’ve ever stood before , and whether it’s because of the chill in the air or because he’d very much want to be even closer hardly constitutes for a real question . eyes flicker to where the cold has inched into the color of max’s lips , the usual pink flesh gradually turning purple . teeth pinch the inside of his cheek , and blue hues flicker from the other’s lips to his eyes as he tries to not think too closely on the fact that he knows the hue of the other’s lips well enough to tell when it changes from exposure . before he can tell himself not to , before he can rein himself in and reassert the distance between them , he finds himself leaning in closer . he wants to breathe the pink back into his lips , kiss away the cold . he’s a breath away when he realizes max hasn’t moved , hasn’t pulled away - and despite the evening’s chill ; warmth spreads in his chest at the revelation . suddenly the leach yanks roughly to his side , ruthlessly pulling him along as bärchen takes off into the bushes lining the track that circles around the park . he stumbles , the bolts in his fabricated knee popping with the sudden movement , and before he knows it he’s flat on his back and only half a moment later he has an apologetic snout sniffing against his cheek . this damn dog is lucky he loves her . 

[vigorminded]

💗

meme / accepting : 💗 for a repetitive lip peck kiss. 

               the tip of their noses collide and the jut of his brow knocks gently against max’s forehead between exploring pecks of lips . it’s clumsy and messy - and the unquenchable laughter doesn’t make it any easier to keep a straight aim when they’re all tangled limbs and wheezy giggles . joy flows through his veins with warm , comfortable rhythm , his nose scrunching with affection when soft locks of dark hair brushes across his face . they’re children , he thinks for a blissful moment ; children in grown and broken bodies . long fingers clasp the sides of his face , holds him in place , but the look of determination on max’s face struggling against the wide smile splitting across it only sets off a new wave of breathless laughter . somehow , laying like this - laughing , knocking noses and teeth , is more genuine and intimate than anything he’s ever known . his chest swells with fond affection as he lifts his hands , covering the both of max’s with his own . i love you , his thoughts say so loudly he’s certain max can hear them . i love us , i love who you help me be , i love you .