Luke Pearce Tag Drop.

Luke Pearce tag drop.

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verses. ( luke // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever current chapters / cards flexible. ( luke // v.ii ) - takes place in his childhood when he was under Rose’s care. Selective, requires plotting. ( luke // v.iii ) - takes place during his time training in his undercover mission during the eight years away from Stellis. ( luke // v.iv ) - takes place between chapters 1 - 5. ( luke // v.v ) - pending verse tags.

          The man only smiles with that carefree spirit that seems to be carried with him. Filled with aspirations, dreams, and the hopes for something that would have him recognized as something more. And now, bearing with the honor and the smile that makes him the commander of the Shinsengumi, Isami tucks his arms into his sleeves.

          He can see the burden he’s left with his best friend, his brother, and how it’s changed him over time. Truly, what has he done? And truly, is this for his own self-satisfaction that he has done this to the proud Toshizou? Isami isn’t sure, but the man’s face colors in disbelief. After all, how likely is it that they would be able to see one another again?

          ❝Who else would I be?❞ Isami says with a chuckle, smiling. There’s a fractional fracture that Isami thinks he can see, but isn’t certain. After all, Toshizou has always been able to hide most of his emotions like the murkiest of waters. Still, to hear his friend make a sound anything similar to that of amusement soothes something sharp in his chest. It’s a guilt, he knows, of what he’s done. All these years of introspection has made it easier for him to think back. Especially the catch he can hear in his vice-commander’s voice.

          Will he ever be forgiven?

          Isami hums tunelessly. He turns his head, looking down into a distance that cannot be seen by anyone else but himself. He lifts a hand to his neck, touching where he remembers the sword coming down. At the very least, most of that had been painless. ❝Yes, I did,❞ Isami says quietly. ❝It’s—❞ he pauses as he tries to find the right words to convey his feelings that he felt at the very end, ❝It was the change that came, at the end.❞ A peace with the end of an era that he no longer had any power over, no longer held any control. It was a different time and his time as Commander has long since passed, but here he remains, a Heroic Spirit, nonetheless.

          He drops his hand back into the sleeves of his uniform, one he should’ve been wearing at the end. ❝I was thanking you for carrying on with the Shinsengumi.❞ And still does, to this very moment, and Isami lifts his gaze to his friend. Another small but strained chuckle. He’s been here for this long and he’s only just now able to see his friend in this place? 

          ❝It is good to see you, Toshi.❞

@yiqiannian​  :  somehow it ended up like this. Isami gives Toshi a small smile. To think, both of them ended up as heroic spirits! There’s a flicker of guilt that flashes in his eyes, looking at his old friend. But the smile remains. ❝'Til the end, eh, Toshi?❞ but gratefulness and genuine appreciation gleams in Isami’s eyes. ❝Thank you, my friend.❞ his voice breaks ever so slightly at the end, overwhelmed with emotion.

             beginnings ,  endings ,  middles ,  an infinity of possibilities that bloom simultaneously.  decisions were made therefore a road was chosen.  carry on into the present and make more choices at the crossroads and never look back because there is no turning back.  no undoing because there is no way of knowing what will become of them.  there never was ,  never will be.          “        isami.  it really is you…       ”          for once he gets to feel a sting he thought he could never feel in the back of his eyes.  nostrils and lungs swelter with a bittersweet melancholy.  the vice commander has somewhat become undone.  slowly.  steadily.   as if he was walking along the edge of a cliff , he carefully steps out of his stupor and closer to the commander.              “         why are you thanking me?         ”          a chuckle writhes weakly in his contorting throat.  much like the other ,  toshizō’s voice breaks in tiny cracks reflecting isami imperfectly.  he knew this day had to come.  in the back of his mind ,  underneath the madness that consumes him ,  he knew that there will be a spec of chance in these infinite waves he would see him again.  toshizō just didn’t know when and didn’t know if he would be prepare let alone think it through.  so much had happened through those years ,  much more in that last.  it was not an easy journey filled with mistakes ,  shattering realities that crack their reflections.   and the one who had his hardest lesson was…          “         you’ve made your peace at death hadn’t you?  they said you were dignified.  that you accepted your end with grace.         ”         that you smiled solemnly as the sword came down. 

𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐈, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 [ dualgraced. ]

    Despite the few aches and pains that come with an abrupt meeting between her and the concrete, Aibi can find no injuries in need of attention on herself. In her assessment, however, she does find that his arm is wrapped around her, leaving her wondering how he accomplished that.

    There’s a flushed look on her face, thankfully hidden by the darkness, cursing herself for not retaining or continuing her studies on English after high school. Wonderful, now how was she supposed to keep a foreigner calm without being able to communicate properly OR shift?

    Her ears flick around, kicking up a small dust cloud, as she listens. Was that sound coming from him? No, it’s behind him. Watching in awe, Aibi finds him making a small space for them despite all the heavy rubble. Given they aren’t crushed by his movement, perhaps now they were safe enough to await rescue.

    Ah, so he does speak her language! Groaning softly, she makes the effort to sit up, finding herself covered in dirt and scratches in the low light. Maybe she should’ve put more effort into making her costume a full body suit, but it was such a hassle. Too much fur or too little cutouts, it was a delicate balance she never had the time to solve, but in this instance, she wished she had. Those were going to sting later.

    ❝ I’m glad you’re not injured, Mister… ❞ Fishing for his name, she’s hoping the politeness will trip him up into giving the information. It always seemed like an underhanded tactic, but when people were scared a direct question like that only incited more panic. Victims of disasters want to feel safe and have their needs addressed first, something as simple as saying their name bridged the connection to help.

    ❝ I’m… quite alright, thank you. Aren’t… you worried? ❞ A quizzical look accompanies the tilt of her head, trying to figure him out. He was either crazy, stupid, or ridiculously powerful not to be freaked out right now, and she’s hoping for the second option. Pulling her legs closer, she presses them to her chest, wrapping her arms around them to retain what heat she could in the rapidly cooling concrete nook.

        Rather fortunate or unfortunate, as part of his specific quirk, Jai’s eyes adjust rather quickly, taking a few extra blinks before it finally settles. Though, it’s not like he needs it, considering how there’s not much to see in the small space that they are currently occupied in. He cants his head, listening for other sounds in the small space, but when he finds none aside from the smattering distance crumbling sounds of the building settling itself in, he relaxes as much as he can in a situation like this.

        He listens as she sounds relieved he isn’t “injured.” Granted, she doesn’t know what his quirk is so he leaves at that. Still, listening her try and fish for his name leaves him amused, wondering how the tactic has often worked. Which, he knows from experience it’s a nifty trick. He waits a beat, deciding to drag out the silence as a way to partially tease her into awkward and to partially see how she’d react.

        But, he relents after a few long moments. ❝Jai.❞

        He tilts his head at her hesitant question. Hm, he supposes in a normal situation, this would be something that would worry normal people. But he hasn’t been normal since the day he was taken. Extraordinary and unfortunate circumstances have made him a little stunted and almost lacking in knowledge of what ought to be normal.

        ❝No,❞ he replies honestly, watching her before he rights his head to her. Making sure she’s encircled by both his legs and arms without touching her, Jai notes the lack of proper apparel in this situation and inwardly sighs. He remembers that her clothes were specifically designed to both stretch and shrink to her size. ❝Heroes have gotten through a much worse situation than the one we’re in now. And you are a hero so I imagine this is something that’s expected in this sort of situation.❞ It’s almost clinical and detached in how he speaks, bluntly stating facts. Jai could honestly break out of the rubble with no issue, but it would make for too much attention and that’s something he doesn’t want right now.

        ❝If you’re feeling too cold in the next couple of minutes, I would like to request permission that I should hold you to keep you warm; least you would fall to becoming sick.❞ With his back pressed to the building, he’s as comfortable as he was going to get while sitting on both concrete and in a small hole like the one they’re in. 

        ❝I suspect that they won’t be able to get us out until they can get a hero that’s capable of moving an entire building’s worth of cement and building parts to find us. And that’s something I estimate to be about...❞ he pauses, doing to the calculations in his mind and of the heroes nearby, ❝an hour, two hours, at most.❞

i never thought we’d be reunited here and now.

this photo album holds our childhood memories. many of its pages remain blank, waiting to be filled. even if this is a prank played by fate, every second with you is precious to me. 

before the mystery’s solved… “please, just give me a little more time…”

character pv ☆ luke pearce

「 ♩♫ 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜-𝑘𝑢𝑛 | madeofsouls. ♩♫ 」

@yiqiannian​ asked: Utau is managing to come up with the idea just for Christmas. A present before he leaves for his week long study at a Hero Agency. How she found the courage, almost a miracle, is something that keeps her going. Her heart beats fast when she comes up to their dorm, entering to excited classmates setting up decorations with Aizawa-sensei off to the side with Eri talking to Midoriya.

    It takes a few moments longer before the class realizes they have another guest among them. With none of her friends there to shield herself behind, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu helping her out with Iida enforcing that they shouldn’t crowd her. Most of them have seen her by now and shared greetings. However, Ashido giggles.

    “Todoroki-kun~ someone’s here to see you!”

    Utau turns pink, her hair down and lightly styled—pretty and out of her face with faint waves. She clutches the bag close to her chest, hiding the little present inside, wrapped in the same navy blue color as his hero uniform.                           》unprompted! always welcome

    Shouto never had much attachment to holidays. They were celebrated, but only really tolerated on his and Natsuo’s part for their sister. Some times Endeavor joined in, but thankfully his work kept him busy and out of their hair. That man didn’t deserve more celebration and praise.

    Feeling the tinsel in his hand start to melt, he passes it off to the closest person to him and begins to walk away. He needs a distraction before he actually catches on fire in frustration.

    It’s as he shoves his hands in his pockets that someone calls for him. Expecting to find the subject of his irritation coming for a visit, Shouto instead finds the one girl in his life that brings him any measure of peace. A slight smile tugs at his lips as he heads towards her, unclenching his jaw and forcing himself to just relax. Utau was like a rabbit, she’d sense the tension in his posture and be uncomfortable. He wasn’t about to cause any panic in her as he had before.

    “Hey, Utau-chan. I’m glad you could join us.” 

    By now, he knows that she doesn’t like to speak, especially around so many people. “Do you want to… help me prepare tea for everyone?” It’s the first thing he can think of, despite it not being what he was about to do.

        Her gaze lifts to the taller boy when he approaches her. There’s a faint heat that’s radiating off of him that she only tightens her hold on the present to her chest. Utau quizzically watches him, wondering what’s made him angry, even if he’s forced himself to relax.

        She gives him a small nod when he greets her. She makes another nod again when he asks for her help to make tea. Following him into the shared dormitory kitchen where she imagines the tea and tea sets are, the quiet of the kitchen calms her anxiety some, but doesn’t lessen the nerves she has in giving him a present. Still, he’s warm compared to how cold it is outside that she follows after him to keep to his warm side.

        The kitchen is quiet, muffled by walls that the excitable noises outside in the main room feels far away. Now, even if she speaks up, her soft voice is still easy to hear. She’s been in the kitchen before so she reaches around to pull out the teapot and the appropriate tea leaves, handing it to him. It’s only when she’s watching him prepare the tea that she gently tugs on his sleeve, standing close that she peers up.

        ❝Shouto-kun,❞ she whispers, blushing as she suddenly looks down. It’s almost as if the imaginary bunny ears have appeared as she frets in place. It takes a few moments longer before she offers him the gift. Her voice is barely audible when she squeaks out, ❝Merry Christmas.❞

        There, she managed to give him the gift and now her heart is about to explode. And her face is burning from her nerves alone.

Artem Wing tag dump. winks @goldenloved​ because something something artem and marius snark? or would you rather be Artem and I can be Marius? :3

( artem // gallery. ) ( artem // drabble. ) ( artem // starter. ) ( artem // meme replies. ) ( artem // thread. ) ( artem // worldbuilding. ) ( artem // headcanon. )

verses. ( artem // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever current chapters / cards flexible. catch all verse tag for those outside of Tears of Themis and for winging it. ( artem // v.ii ) - takes place in his childhood. Selective, requires plotting. ( artem // v.iii ) - takes place anywhere from his young school years to college as he is studying for both his bar exam and advancement exam to becoming a Senior Attorney. ( artem // v.iv ) - takes place between chapters 1 - 5.