#astraheros

[astradites]

darkness covers the outdoors as doctor haruno steps out of the clinic, regretting being clad in just her white coat. konoha weather has become increasingly bipolar, the sunny mornings leave winter-like nights — something the brilliant doctor continually fails to plan for. the day is filled with patient after patient, a couple surgeries & wounds to heal before sakura turns in her stethoscope to return back home. clinging to her coat, she shivers until a sudden coming of footsteps signals she's not alone. a flash as sakura turns, and he's there in lightning speed — placing a jacket across her back in seconds. sakura's cheeks turn red for a second (to think, they've been married years & yet she still finds herself embarrassed that naruto thinks of her first...) ❝ you should be in bed. ❞ jade eyes find his, amazed that he's so full of sunlight even in the dead of the night, raising an eyebrow in mock anger.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.    naruto for sakura. ♡  @astraheros

her hand finds his first, lacing their fingers together as she finds comfort in his warmth. they've come such a long way. ❝ the hokage has more important things to do than give a foolish doctor a jacket, especially when he looks like he hasn't slept in days. ❞ it's a quick jap, but the two of them have become notoriously bad sleepers. sakura loved that he'd wait for her, but the dark eyebags under naruto's eyes match hers. she leans closer into him, nearly melting his warmth as they turn another corner. ❝ you shouldn't worry about me. ❞

[zorkaya-moved]

"Well, you're pretty lucky to have your birthday on Intergalactic Gift Giving week, cuz that means I can slide ya this silk dress. Don't ask why I have this, or why it conveniently fits."

@astrahero 

С Днем Рождения, Зарина! / Happy Birthday, Zarina! - 𝟐𝟕.𝟎𝟕.𝟐𝟏

“Oh my,” the woman accepts the gift without betraying suspicion. He must’ve heard her whole team singing Happy Birthday to her, but the fact that he knew her size? It made the woman internally want to gut punch this “creature” (apologies to Altair/Ratchet) and send him flying off into another planet. It was unfair, certainly, but the woman of her status and her pride had more things to consider when accepting gifts from those who she was not close with. ( You never know who can be after your life, especially when your guard is down. ) 

Then again, the thought of a silk dress was nice, she could sell it for a good price. No way she would put on something given to her by someone who’s not even her business partner. Neither would she allow any woman from her team dawn on that outfit without checking for poison. It was important to make sure there won’t be any substance left nor she would accused of anything that she didn’t do, and she had done many things that would make even the veteran warrior feel chills running down their spine. 

“Thank you for gracious present,” Zarina would reply with a polite smile, not thinking of even asking the words spoken at the end. It only made her want to throw this box in the trash immediately, but it’d be a waste, no matter what. “It is indeed lucky for me to have my birthday on the same day as a gift-giving day, to get such a beautiful present from someone who didn’t have to give it to me at all.”

Oh how good she was to speak like this, as if she were earnestly touched. Instead of having the cold-blooded mindset speaking of other plans for this small present, no matter how rude it would be to the other. She didn’t trust him and she didn’t have any reasons to accept it, but she still did, it could be considered generosity from her. 

[allurante]

@astrahero​​ asked: ❛  nobody  really  cared ,   so  it  never  really  mattered . that was my life for so long . i know what it's like . that's why i'm still here . you deserve better . i can show you .  ❜

“ … do you know what it feels like to hurt the people you care about? ” her stare is far off, tracing grassy hillsides and sprawling trees — running the course of just about every sight she can see to avoid that look. she knows the one; pleading yet proud, wanting so desperately to show her kindness no matter the animosity she exudes. “ day in and day out, year after year for nearly a century — I’ve pulled families apart, destroyed lives, crushed dreams, ended futures. ”

and every time — it hurt. every time she retreated further and further into the back of her mind until finally it seemed effortless. finally she didn’t even have to try — she could drive a blade through a man’s throat without the slightest ounce of hesitation. what he was asking was impossible: seeing herself as something other than a monster wasn’t even a consideration — she was a monster, she would always be a monster. nothing he could say would change that simple fact. 

“ look ... I don’t want to be fixed, I don’t want to be atone for my sins, I simply want to be left alone. is that too much to ask? ”

[vulpesse-arc]

✉   UNPROMPTED       //     always   &   forever accepting. ↳    @astrahero​   has sent a love letter:   "Oh, my fur? Yeah, I got special shampoo that gets it like this. I can share some with ya!"

          𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐃𝐃,  𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄   ───   𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,  𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭.  The starchild listens with care and curiosity to the wondrous tales that narrate his adventures across the universe and never fails to give in to silver-belled laughter whenever he proudly boasts about his spicy encounters or about the defeat of over-confident foes  ;  the corners of glossed tiers thus remain curled upwards,  into the vision of a genuine smile that recently has only graced the pale features of the guardian.  She thinks,  albeit in the intimate secrecy of her heart,  that her fallen comrades would have LOVED to spend tranquil moments like this one,  conversing with him about topics and exchanging glimpses of their heroic lives...  They would have loved this soothing atmosphere,  she is certain of this. 

          The quick twitch of a single ear chases all these thoughts away and Ahri finally focuses on her special interlocutor once more.   ❝  Would you really share it with me  ?  I’d be so,  so thankful for that  !  ❞   She glimmers,  shines,  beams with unadulterated gratitude towards an offer that is as simple as it is meaningful for someone who has lost  (  almost  )  everything.  A mirthful nod then ensues,  antechamber to her following vocalization.   ❝  It’s really difficult to keep my fur soft and silken with all these fights...  Sometimes I end up spending hours and hours just cleaning my tails and brushing them.  ❞ 

[inthcgartcn-moved]

@astrahero​

“I think I’m a little dizzy from the ride up here. But... the view kinda makes up for it,” Hazel laughs as she pushes back her hair to take in the site of the cityscape. Getting a ride for a picturesque from an alien wasn’t on her bingo card for this year.

[desparialuna]

@astrahero​:

"I don't like sand. They're course and rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere."

“why are you telling me this shit.”

[heroatheart]

"Big booms are my specialty."

"I'm counting on it. We're gonna need all the firepower we have to break through that door." | @astrahero

[talonness]

@astrahero​

It was just another stray along the side of the street, at least, that’s what Laila had thought it was. Then from the corner of her eye, she watched as it turned around. “What the fuck?” she exclaimed aloud. The villain was bewildered at the sight she was met with.

Like some lab experiment gone terribly wrong. 

It opened its mouth and from where she expected a snarl to emit--instead there were words. In a panic, she screeched. Not before the heel of her boot (one she had only just polished) sent the creature flying. It was an instinctual kick that put a safe amount of distance between them.

[astradites]

what is love? a dream. a little lois lane, clad in the little prep school skirt she hates, waiting. of course her father would never dream to be on time, so here she stands. nine. a happy age, other kids played with barbies, read fairytales. dreamt of love. yet the purple hued irises of lois lane found comfort in a love for writing. doodles. what is love? a lie. this prom dress is too tight, these pictures too uncomfortable. she hates this. (secretly, she can enjoy it — but lois lane cannot exist to feed a man's ego. she can't listen to her date talk about his life like she cares. don't you see, one day i'll be on every billboard? don't you see — i'm meant for more than this. for more than you.) what is love? lex luthor treats her like a possession. she exists as the pretty thing on his arm & it works, for a bit. lois notices it becomes remarkably easy to get what you want when you're the eye of the most powerful man in metropolis. until he suddenly thinks he can buy off your stories. until he expects something in return. what is love? a weakness.

until he comes. superheroes are fantasy, akin to dragonslayers and knights and all those books she hated. but then he picks her up, holds her tight and flies her to the sky and suddenly she understands. why romeo died for juliet. why rapunzel waited in that tower for her prince to come. superman's eyes stare into hers, his knuckles against her lips. soft hands for a savior.

❝ i'm not asking for a bodyguard clark. ❞ oh how wicked she feels, clad in her nightgown on the balcony as lois looks up at him. its so intimate — so foreign. to call him clark when he adorns that S. her S. her superman, her star, her story. all hers. ❝ — are you coming to bed? it's late. i've missed you. ❞

what is love? a love letter to clark joseph kent.

i won't let anyone hurt you. clark kent for lois lane. ♡  @astraheros

[cosmiicgremlin]

astrahero asked: double nerd

[insoucicnce-aa]

astrahero replied to your post: reminder that neema has six arms.

catch ratchet planting kisses on each of them when he body worships her thx

(͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

[tcndrcssc-archivedmoved]

“Your usual,” Eeva’s voice is gentle as ever as she places the drink in front of Rachet. She had it started the moment he arrived inside the bar. It was on the quieter side of the evening which allowed her some more ample time to listen and converse with the clients. Her grey eyes gleamed in the low lights of the bar as she looks at him thoughtfully.

“You came in later than usual, did something happen perhaps?”

@astrahero​

[tsaolegacy]

places a shotgun on the table, just out of his reach. yes, this is a threat. respect women.

General Tsao, while making his rounds around the Tsao Temple, noticed this item on his table, ... now, while Tsao wasn’t necessarily out of touch with technology, (he lived in the modern age after all), he knew that wasn’t his or any of his goons’s firearm. 

Besides, shotguns weren’t his thing. He usually used demolitions or canons when the need to fight dirty was in order.

Who in the world had put that there? ❝ Who... Is there someone new in my temple? An unwanted guest? Who goes there! Show yourself! ❞ He commanded the mystery owner of this gun to show face immediately. 

[tuebe]

@astrahero     ://

     ‘  strange  .  there  were  no  reports  of  ...  that  .  pod  ---  analyze  it  .  ‘

[gcrminatorarchive]

we've been mutuals for quite a while, now. you pop on my dash every now and then and with every muse you write, i can feel their energy, hear their voices. your writing exudes a raw passion only a loving creator, such as yourself, can produce and its uncanny how well you resonate with your muses. i see your writing, im hooked onto every word, especially the dialogue. its heartwarming as well as full of heart. i dont know how you pull it off, but please, never stop. you're a rose on my dash.

@astrahero

// OMG WHAT A BEAUTIFUL THING TO WAKE UP TO! I also enjoy when you come about my dash, and you’re so sweet and awesome with everything you do, it just makes me so happy!! If I’m a rose, you are a freaking garden. I cherish you always, hon! Never forget it!

[deriision]

astrahero replied to your post: Dating Service Date with Adara Curtis. Date Fee:...

takes adara out on a proper date bc its always nice to wash foul tastes out with something sweet

adara pointing at herself like: m... me?