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hijinxinprogress · 2 months

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Everyone in YJ is multilingual (mostly bc they’re nosy)

Everyone on YJ speaks at least 14 languages which is a skill they all use to fuck with the jl and their villains like oh??? We’re having secret conversations??? I would like to be included and everyone’s like wtf why do you speak this fucking random dialect of Russian?? This is Arizona??

They all speak binary for some fucking reason (they’re nerds) Also Kon tells people binary is Tim’s native language which starts a debate on whether it counts as Kons native language)

Diana is swearing in ancient greek under her breathe and Anita laughs before responding in ancient greek so Diana’s time monitoring yj is spent trying to make sure the public knows she did not teach those little miscreants to swear in her native language however she did teach them some technically lethal combat moves which is not better but she thinks it is

Anytime aliens come to metropolis or anywhere else on earth, occasionally Kon shows up and starts speaking to them in their native language so Clark’s like 🤨 …did Cadmus teach you that?? I don’t even know that language and kons so offended bc no?? Bart crashed our fucking spaceship and we were stranded in space for like 8 months…you didn’t notice??? I know their language bc we fucking hitchhiked back to earth (yj also pissed off multiple entire planets of people but 🤷🏾‍♀️) and Batman’s so pissed when Clark complains to him about this bc Tim told him they were doing undercover recon in Eritrea

the jl is trying to translate a threat from the league of assassins while batman is off planet but cissie showed up bc damian was insulting the jl in the leagues dialect and being purposefully unhelpful (he sabotaged the leagues plan like three hours ago and he enjoys making adults feel stupid esp if they’ve tried to baby him) so everyone else is confused when cissie laughs at damians remarks and casually corrects green arrows translation (she also invites damian to blow stuff up with yj which is immediately rejected but he changes his mind when olivers lets them know he can hear them and tries to lecture them)

clark is talking to Diana in kryptonian and he hears a collective gasp of offense from yj and he’s like ?? (Tim followed all the supers around for like a month to teach himself kryptonian and then taught Kon and the rest of yj)

J’onn walked in on Greta and Cassie discussing how to ditch their green lantern in the watchtower break room and snitched immediately bc they finished his secret stash of cookies but he also has inside jokes in martian with them (despite this yj does not listen to him in any capacity)

They all know Interlac (Bart kept cussing in interlac and decided it would be great if yj also did this) but really the rest of the jl is under the impression it’s some fucking code yj made except the speedsters are like Bart ☹️ no spoilers you promised!! and he’s like it’s not even a real language 🤨 didn’t you hear?? Rob made this fucked up cipher and I hate it 😞 it took me like six minutes to learn (they have to let it go when Bart goes oh so you don’t think tims smart enough to create a language on his own?? within earshot of the bats)

Or Anita starts muttering in patois while they’re being lectured by the jl and bart laughs and she’s like 🤨 someone cooked here and I don’t know if I like that

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savannahsdeath · 4 months

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A little req for you!! readers and katniss’s first kiss???

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warnings: none, pure fluff 🫶 reader calls katniss "kat" two times because . yes . also this is v shitty but im tired and uhhhh

she came back from the games two days ago. the emotions are still boiling but you want to spend every second together. she won and you knew what it means - no one can take her away from you now.

you are on the meadow, sitting on the dew covered grass. a dark forest, in which katniss used to hunt, extends on your left. you can hear birds' songs echoing from there.

"i should have brought a blanket." you sigh as your dress uncovers your bare legs, letting the wet green strands tickle your thighs.

"it's okay." katniss chuckles and takes off her jacket. "stand up."

you do as you're told, your skirt waving from the sudden move. she stretches her cloth on the grass and motions for you to sit down on it.

"thank you." you smile and it's probably your first genuine smile since she got reaped. not counting the last two days, of course. you smiled a lot during them.

a minute of comfortable silence passes as you both watch the blue sky in front of you. the dark forest behind you doesn't matter, you only care about what's in front of you. just like in real life, you think. the past is the past. now is the time for the future.

"surprised?" katniss softly asks, as if she's scared to break the silence.

you knit your eyebrows together and tilt your head to look at her. "about what?"

she looks down. "about me coming back."

you can't tell if she's being serious or not, so you take a moment to think, before you burst out laughing. "you can't be serious! katniss, i knew you'll win."

"oh," she smiles, "you believed in me?"

"no, no..." you begin explaining. "i was just— sure. you're really good at playing with people's hearts - the capitol's, the districts', mine..."

"yours?" her eyes widen.

you shrug. "what happened between you and peeta-"

"nothing happened between me and peeta" she shakes her head. "we were just trying to survive."

"really?" you turn your whole body to her and she quickly follows your move.

"really." she giggles. "you thought... me and him...?"

"forget it." you wave your hand, a little embarrassed by your accusation.

no matter how much you didn't want to admit it, you always had a crush on katniss. they way she kept giving you mixed signals didn't help at all - in fact, it felt like your brain melted and she's stirring in your head, mixing your mind. what you thought you once knew stood with a big, question mark now.

and peeta, god, peeta. he was a good guy, you had to admit. funny, nice, smart, clever as hell. yet, you couldn't help but dislike him. hate would be too much, but you felt so, so jealous, you couldn't help but be skeptical. at first, you were sure he will betray her. you waited for this moment, as you knew she would end him with one arrow. but nothing happened. now...

now, sometimes you just wish he would actually end up being an asshole. so the whole panem wouldn't cheer nor applaud for their wedding.

your hair fall down your face. "i wish i was him" you think, snatching a strand of grass and nervously playing with it.

"you wish you would have to fight in the arena?" her eyebrows furrow, a look of pure confusion on her face. she leans in and tucks some of your hair behind your ear, revealing your features.

you realise you thought out loud and she heard your little wish. but at this point, it doesn't even bother you. she should know.

"no, kat." you throw the string away. "i wish we would have our moment."

you expected something bad to happen. maybe she'll think you took things too far and just... run away? she could stand up and leave you there at any moment. could you blame her? maybe she just loves peeta.

but she chuckles, and as you look up at her, she is smiling. you have no idea what's going on, though you can't help but smirk back as you see her so amused.

"what?" you giggle and your gaze drifts downwards.

"nothin', you're just—" she raises one of her arms and taps your chin, making you look back at her. at her lips, to be exact. she keeps herself sitting up by leaning on her free hand, until she moves this one too to cup your face. "we have our fifteen seconds of fame now."

the intensity of her voice makes your whole body tremble, all your emotions falling to the background, as everything that is in the foreground is just you and her. yet you can feel your confusion rise and you manage to huff out a quiet; "isn't it fifteen minutes?"

"well, can you hold your breath for fifteen minutes?" she whispers back.

before you can comprehend whatever she meant by that, you feel her lips press against yours. you instinctively whimper, but the sound get catched in the bridge of your tongues, inaudible to anyone but you two. the birds seem to stop singing, the crickets pause their ticking. she starts gently and carefully, as if to see if you won't pull away. you only bring her closer by her neck, what also forces a soft moan out of her.

eventually katniss breaks the kiss but doesn't pull away, so you can still feel and hear her breath. she closes her parted mouth to gulp before opening them again, while her body slowly moved where it was earlier, about half a meter distance from you.

"kat—" you trail after her, wanting to get more of the feeling.

she tsks and shakes her head. "fifteen seconds, remember?"

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teafourbirds · 2 months

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Just Ollie Queen, singing the classics no matter the situation.

Smashing medieval alien monarchies:

Green Lantern (1960) #92

Perry Como and The Fontane Sisters - Hoop-Dee-Doo (1950)

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Serving some time in jail:

World's Finest Comics #275

Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen - African-American spiritual dating back to the early 1800s, but here is Louis Armstrong in 1962:

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Burying the hatchet (at least temporarily) with an antagonistic teammate:

Justice League (1960) #145

The Happiness Boys - Show Me the Way to Go Home (1925ish)

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Stranded and making his way home via dogsled:

Green Arrow (1988) #8

Alaska's Hobo Jim - The Iditarod Trail Song (1982). This one would have been quite modern at the time!

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Overcome by the musical he and Dinah just saw together:

Green Arrow (1988) #57

Gene Kelly - Singin' in the Rain (1952)

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#one of my favorite bits of ollie characterization #just unabashedly breaking into song whenever the mood strikes #he is obviously all about the oldies but i maintain that the presence of hobo jim supports that he also likes folk protest #oliver queen #superhero musical tastes #i have spent so much time thinking about the various musical preferences of different dc characters #ollie queen #thematic complication #green arrow

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sabokunsmalia · 5 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄, part one " the return of hiken,"

featuring: flame emperor sabo x fem!reader content warning: mentions of child's death, mdni!! hi it's malia: finally, i finished part one, i'm so glad and so devasted for her reaction towards sabo. excuse the she usage, but it was easier to write for me than using the you! it's still female reader.

tagged: @dimplesjaehyuniie & @96jnie

Equipped with a small mechanical crossbow on both wrists, she watched how the steel arrow slid in and out. Preparing her weapons for a fight if Zoro and Luffy would be followed by enemies. It was the worst-case scenario. A fight in the corridors of the Corrida Colosseum might not be the greatest idea to avoid unwanted attention, but she would not allow any others to hurt her friends.

Winning the Devil Fruit, which once belonged to Portgas D. Ace, was an important task for the Straw Hat captain. At the same time, he would feel responsible if one of his friends could receive deadly wounds from an enemy. Most likely because Luffy could have prevented the intensity of the damage. And in the moment where Ace's image popped into her mind, the loud cries and angry screams coming from the end of the corridor required her undivided attention.

Luffy tugged underneath his muscular arm, dressed in his usual attire again without the costume for the contest. Storming down the corridor, she raised her eyebrows in confusion. No one followed them, at least, she could not see any enemies closing in on the duo. Shaking her head at their unexplainable behavior, she felt the gentle breeze of the wind as the two passed her before turning and following. With slow steps, she walked through the Colosseum towards the exit. One that wasn't known to most contestants, who entered a fight, and were forced to stay as prisoners. A departure was not an option for strong people who once signed the contract.

Tricky, but fitting for a cruel person like Doflamingo.

"Take that!" The swordsman with the green hair shouted, throwing a blue caterpillar costume at the approaching markswoman. She caught it with one hand, staring at the ridiculous large eyes until Luffy's whiny sounds became the center of her undivided attention. "What happened to him?" A slender finger pointed at the crying man, who mumbled word after word between the tears streaming down his cheeks, and the drool running down his chin.

"No idea," Zoro shrugged his shoulders to strengthen his words. "Found him on the ground close to the cells, crying and without the clown costume,"

Luffy was lost deeply in his emotions, uncountable waves of tears ran down his flustered cheeks. Unable to move a heavy limb, Zoro helped his captain and certainly best friend to step into the costume, he brought along. If they wanted to walk through the streets of Dressrosa without being captured or attacked, the dress-up was a necessary change of clothing.

“Captain, are you good to go?” She spoke towards the boy with the inky strands, and the head thrown back. It was obvious that the scene he went through, must be almost as painful as watching his brother die. Something so similar that Luffy’s entire personality shrunk into a whining boy. “For fuck’s sake, who the hell did he see?”

The markswoman chuckled to herself, shaking the head from left to right as she kneeled down. Thick fabric of the caterpillar costume between her fingers, she imagined any kind of animal or enemy as the thing that straddled Luffy to such immense. While the Captain’s face was almost hidden as Zoro pulled on the zipper, she stepped into her own costume.

“S-Sabo,” Luffy stuttered between the sobs and whines. And the head of the markswoman snapped towards her last standing childhood friend. “What?” She questioned, thinking she must have heard the wrong name. It was impossible. “Sabo!” Luffy shouted, but Zoro’s large, scared hand was quick to cover up their Captain’s wide-open mouth before any danger found them.

She felt a pinch in her chest, a breath tangled between her ribs like the sharpened blade of a knife pierced through skin and bones without resistance. The name Luffy repeated while crying out of happiness caused too many unbearable emotions for her severed soul. Stopping in her tracks, the ridiculous animal costume Zoro brought along, slipped out of her grip and bunched around her ankles. Luffy would never speak his name again, if he would not tell the truth about the encounter.

The pain caused by his early and unexpected death was certainly enough to never repeat the memories with words. Something, the three had promised each other, even more so after the happenings at Marineford. “Hey!” Zoro waved his hand in front of the markswoman, demanding her undivided attention. And it was a coincidence that she heard his voice over the loud thudding of her heart against her rib cage. “Get dressed, we have to leave!”

Instead of following the instructions, she stepped out of the costume. What Luffy spoke, made her question the escape, question the current life they are living, question what happened that day when the ship got destroyed by the cannon balls of a World Noble. Dry lips pressed together in a tight line, fingers clenched into fists, she turned away from her friends and towards the secret entrance to the colosseum.

“We don’t have time for this! There’s nothing left in there for us!” Zoro shouted, pulling the costume higher to hide his signature hair color and his well-known face from the people of Dressrosa. “Maybe not for you, but I need to know if Luffy’s speaking the truth or if someone decides to play a distasteful game with us,” She stated, already walking slowly back into the Colosseum and leaving Zoro back to carry Luffy away.

Thoughts scattered in her mind, the reminder that he couldn’t be alive after his small boat got attacked by a World Noble’s crew. Caught in the fire, the explosion didn’t allow him to escape, and they held a funeral in Foosha Village for the boy. She cried many nights, almost each night she fell asleep with wet cheeks and the burning red color in her eyes.

“Sabo,” She whispered to herself, the head hanging lower than usual as she inspected the crossbows in her wrists. “Is that really you,”

Steel arrows prepared in the mechanism, she already expected to be disappointed again. A person, who could imitate another, or maybe Luffy’s idiotic behavior caused him to forget that the blonde boy couldn’t be alive. Still, she wandered through the corridors, following the shouts of an excited commentator about the next match-up. It was easy to find a way to the stands, which were filled with multiple people who eagerly watched the competition.

The people clapped and watched as the competitors of the finale started to fight in the middle of the arena. Names, which were known ones across the sea. And the markswoman did not seem vaguely interested in the fight until a familiar costume caught her eyes. It looked exactly like Luffy in disguise except for the signature scar on the chest. The person underneath the costume was paler than her Captain, and the x-shape was definitely drawn across the muscular chest.

Also, Luffy just escaped the Colosseum with Zoro to save Law from being executed by Doflamingo. Running a hand through her hair, she stared exactly at the person who acted as Lucy, fighting with a steel pipe before focusing on the middle part of the arena. Fingers clenched in the brown leather gloves, he punched the ground and the platform broke apart in seconds. "What the fuck," She whispered underneath a breath, eyebrows raised and pupils dilated in shock. The power was unbelievable.

The people scattered in the arena, running towards the exits to leave the Colosseum as the water underneath the arena caused chaos. Pieces of the ground floated around, contestants drowning in the water as Devil Fruit eaters weren't able to swim. Large fishes swam with the currents, one of them having a chest bound on their back. The man in the gladiator costume jumped straight to the treasure, while others cursed underneath their breaths. "This can't be," The markswoman muttered again, placing her feet on the railing and preparing herself to fight against the costumed lad to receive Ace's legacy herself.

One person stayed in the stands with her. A woman, dressed in a short skirt, and a very bright, pink blouse with a brown hat. She looked cute, especially with the stockings, and she held onto the pile of clothing in her arms. The chest was ripped open by the man who took Luffy's disguise and showed a smile when the Mera Mera No Mi was tightly in their hands. "I've won, this is mine," He declared, a deep. and almost too familiar voice rang in her ears. So familiar, she almost ended up starstruck and rooted to the railing of the stand around the ring.

Seconds too late, the second Lucy took a bite out of the Fire Fruit, and immediately regretted doing so. "How disgusting," He shouted, his tongue hanging out of his mouth while forcing the last pieces of the valuable Logia into his burning mouth. The woman in the cute costume beside the markswoman watched, a giggle leaving her mouth as she witnessed the facial expressions.

Within seconds, and still caught in the wave of memories and the simple glimpse of a familiar voice, the Straw Hat's markswoman stumbled into the ring. In mid-air, the Lucy duplicate proudly presented the growing fire around his fist. A strong attack, a loud word echoed through the arena above the gasps of surprise. "Hiken," He shouted, losing the fake beard and cheap, golden helmet while destroying the entirety of the ring. Enemies drowned in the floating waves, and got hit by the crumbled platforms and thick pieces of stones hitting their bodies.

Landing safely on the ground underneath the ring, the Lucy duplicate smirked to himself and placed a saved Rebecca on the ground. After him, the woman with the folded clothing followed quickly after him, jumping confidently from one piece to another. And while, the markswoman attempted her best to stand tall while sliding down the side of the ring, she landed on her ass on the hard stone ground in one of the tunnels. Eyes squinted together, the footsteps of a group of people running close to her caught her attention, and helped her to receive the power over herself back.

"Fuck," She cursed, standing up and letting the span of her soft palm rub over her aching lower back and the curve of her butt cheeks. "What's going on," She muttered to herself, looking around to at least find out where she was. No one knew about the secret tunnel system underneath the town, at least, none have told her about what was going on in those bunkers of Dressrosa.

Surely, the SMILE factory must be hidden in such a place. One of the many reasons why the Straw Hats came to this forsaken land, and decided to help the tortured folk regain their freedom from Doflamingo.

"Who the hell are you?" The voice of the female gladiator, the woman with the pink hair and the sword, echoed through the quiet tunnels. She was saved by the man who disguised himself as Lucy, taking the costume away from Luffy and eventually telling him important information about Sabo. Shared secrets that caused the emotional damage to the Straw Hat, and even rendered him unable to speak a full sentence without repeating the name of a long-lost brother. "We're from the Revolutionary Army," The man explained, chuckling about the change of emotion on Rebeka's face.

And suddenly, the markswoman, who was just straddled by the destruction of the fighting area, felt her heart thudding against her rib cage. Quickly, and even harshly which almost caused unbearable pain to her body. Such a familiar glint in the voice of the adult, such a sweet hint in the melodic sound of the man's tone. "I'm Sabo,"

Eyes dilated within seconds, tears gathering on her lower lashline as the name easily left the male's mouth. Spoken without hesitation, without fear and without regret of acting as if he was someone, who couldn't be alive anymore. Couldn't have survived the attack on his small, wooden boat about twelve years ago. Fingers clenched into fists, she reloaded the crossbows on her wrists and ran toward the spot between the multiple barrels. Fast steps allowed her to witness the moment as the girl with the goggles placed an all-too-familiar hat in a larger version on top of the blonde's hat.

"You're not the original Lucy," Rebeka stated, pointing a finger at the man who was busy controlling the fire in his palm. He still had trouble, attempting to pull his brown leather gloves over his digits. " The original Lucy is a pirate. A chaotic but brave one, who will become the King of the Pirates, he's my little brother," The man in his noble outfit chuckled, pushing his hands into the pockets of his coat after finally hiding his soft digits in the leather material of his gloves.

Stopping in her tracks, but already in sight for the group of three and the former female contestant to see, her fingers released the clenched fists at the sight and the explanations he was giving.

There might be a chance that someone could imitate Sabo to mess with Luffy's head, but none could talk about the Straw Hat with such pride and belief. From the first day on Luffy revealed his dream to his older brothers, the noble-born boy with the pipe on his back believed in the dreams of the crying boy. It was possible, it all seemed so possible for them. She remembered those moments, those little, beautiful moments of a carefree past so perfectly.

"S-Sabo," She stuttered out the name of a man, who gave her enough as a ten-year-old. Who offered her love before she could even describe the word or emotion before she even experienced the positive and negative aspects of it.

Tears dwelled in the corners of her widened eyes, blown pupils stared at the trio of the revolutionary army as the one in the middle lifted his head. Tilted to the side, the brim wasn't hiding parts of his face anymore. A breath, she took seconds ago, stuck in her tightened throat at the sight. Words mixed between spit and air, a confusing mixture of syllables on the tip of her tongue. Eyes, she remembered so dearly. Eyes, so innocent with a glint of courage hidden in the depth. Eyes, who presented a deep love and caring for the young, noble-born girl around twelve years ago.

Eyes, which burst open at the sight of the brave warrior. The burned skin around his eye stretched as he raised his blonde brows at the female, whose gentle features with the sharp twist were a familiar picture to him. Sabo, who froze while playing with the insides of his pockets and watched the droplets slowly roll down the span of her flustered cheeks. "This can't be true," A whisper so sincere, so quiet it only belonged to her and couldn't be carried by the gentle blows of wind towards the revolutionaries in front of her.

"Sabo-kun," The woman in the light pink blouse wrapped her slender arms around the blonde's arm, shaking him hesitantly from left to right. "What's wrong with you? Are you alright?" She was almost whining, whimpering at the state of her superior. Almost fearing that the Mera Mera No Mi consumer froze in place.

"How," The stunned markswoman spoke again, comprehending the confrontation of a moment, she doubted since Luffy spoke the forbidden name. A scene, she dreamt of. Meeting him again, seeing him all grown up and becoming the person he talked about while watching the sun hide behind the horizon. "How are you alive? This must be a cruel joke," She shook her head, outstretching her arm and showing him her flat palm while stepping back. Some devil fruit user must be playing a very twisted, and sick game.

So, she aimed her crossbow at his figure. The steel head of the arrow pointed at the man's chest while being released with the simple twitch of her thumb and pointer finger. No, Sabo was dead, he was killed when they were still children. He never reached the first island, he never left the boat. They saw him and witnessed how the boat sank after burning. No, this wasn't Sabo, this couldn't be him. "You died! You fucking died twelve years ago. Stop using Sabo's image against us," She shouted, firing another one of her deadly arrows but it was no use. After eating the Logia Devil Fruit, his body was made of pure heat. Flames closed the hole in his stomach without pain and blood, and she stared at the sight. A familiar view, she witnessed when Ace toyed with his enemies until destroying their existence.

"No, you're not real,"

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pussydestroyer10110 · 3 months

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Jake x Avatar!reader x Neytiri

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Chapter 5 - Meeting Neytiri

Note: Sorry this took so long I've been very busy but thanks for all the support 😘

The suns rose on Pandora early the next morning just like they did the day before, this time most the team had managed to wake up before you, leaving you alone in the empty sleeping quarters. Your human body felt small as you stepped out of your hammock, your skin tone no longer holding the same blue tone it had the day before.

You were still tired when you woke up considering the constant adrenalin of yesterday but you had no time to think about that - after all Jake and potentially Neytiri were meant to be meeting you at 9. The current time, 8:47.

Panicked, you skip breakfast and make a dash for the link room. The gel of the bed was cool to the touch, welcomed as a nice contrast to the humidity of Pandoran summers, your mind once again fell blank before transporting your conscious to your second body.

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You woke up in the same shack you'd let your avatar rest in last night, most beds around you empty and dusty due to their lack of use. The wired room felt expansive as you ease your colossal body out of the bed and made your way over to the monitored exit. Your avatar body wore a red tank top and green shorts, exposing a thin strip of your lithe stomach and your hair fell down your back in a long braid which served as a protector for your long neural cue.

It felt strange having part of your neural wiring on the outside of your body. It felt vulnerable and exposed, as if someone were to come up behind you and pull your hair a bit to hard it could cause immense damage, especially with the strange strands that wiggled freely out the end of the plait. The Na'vis called it a kuru, something that connected you to the beings of eywa, even those that had entered her hold. It was obviously hard for someone who was raised human to fully understand the importance of it, as in human culture you would only develop a connection after the building of an emotional bond, not something instantaneous like connecting your hair to something.

You hoped to learn though. You hoped to finally experience the bonds that weave the Na'vi so deeply into their beliefs.

Pondering would have to wait though as your shoe clad feet sprinted their way back into the compound and towards the room where you had met Jake the first time. Not used to the new power or stamina you were capable of, you were out of breath by the time you got their and composed yourself outside the door before pushing it open.

Inside stood a narrow eyed woman and a sheepish Jake. Neytiri had decided to come. You immediately felt yourself being scrutinised as she trekked her eyes over your figure, with wide eyes you look over at her and notice the rather large bulge of her stomach. You held your tongue and stand up straighter, deciding not to ask about her pregnancy, she slowly approached you, her bow still in her hand and a sling of arrows on her back.

She circled you like a vulture, never once smiling or relaxing from her defensive stance. With her free hand she twirled your tail rather roughly, one of the only appendages you could not yet control so it thrashed wildly at the contact, she hissed slightly.

“Useless”

You heard her mutter as she let go of your tail with a final tug. She moved onto your clothes, fisting the bottom hem of your shirt, the obviously human made clothes causing her to tut in disapproval. As she circled round to your back she noticed the messy braid and flicked it to the side, watching it swing with baby hairs flying out as it went. Finally she looked at your feet, hers were bare and didn't make a sound as she walked across the linoleum floor while yours were clad in trainers and squeaked with every other step, she knocked the side of your foot with hers letting out another huff of rejection.

Only after her inspection did she look at your face.

There was no sign of friendliness or approval, just blank coldness.

“So you want to learn our ways”

She asks but it's less of a question and more of a statement, her accent ran thick when she spoke and so did the sound of disgust. It was clear this woman didn't like you and didn't plan on liking you any time soon.

“I would”

You reply, your voice came out quieter than you had intended making you sound as nervous as you were. She raised a hairless eyebrow at your response.

“And what makes you think you have the right?”

She inquires as if you had just proclaimed you wished to take the whole forest and claim it as your own, everything you did seemed to offend her.

“I wish to explore the forests, not because I think I have the right but because I wish to learn more”

You say, scared that anything wrong you say would be met with hostility from the woman.

She stays silent as she looks at you. Her head tilting back slightly making her extremely hard to read, her expression had not changed once while she's been here, she was constantly on guard. You understood her apprehension as even though her mate was once an avatar - or ‘dreamwalker’ as the natives call them - like you, the sky people had taken so much from her.

Grace had told you about her and how she used to attend Grace's school along with her sister, Sylwanin, but then she told you about how the school was raided by the RDA. Grace never went into much detail about what happened, only the fact it was a great tragedy and that she lost her standing with the tribe. It was times like those when you could see why Jake and Grace got along, due to both their professions they're both meant to move emotion and moral aside in order to carry out their duty, they were both so similar while still being different.

It was only after you thought about this did you admire the strength of Neytiri. She looked down at you before letting out a sort of hiss and waving her spear, Jakes face broke out into a smile. It seems she had allowed you to explore the forests.

“You are to be careful, you upset anything in the forest and I will remove you myself”

She said harshly, pointing one of her 4 fingers in your face.

“Thank you”

You say feebly, you had allowed yourself to become nervous from her words and rightfully so. You knew her words held truth as she was not about to let her home be destroyed by the same species that already had so many times before.

Neytiri was conflicted and only her mate could read that. She was scared, scared that the sky people would continue to come back and take more than they already had from her, yet she installed a mild form of trust in you. Possibly she could see the essence of Jake in you through the same curiosity he showed on his first arrival - albeit you had more knowledge than Jake had when he arrived, he was there as a compromise and you were here due to a dying woman's wish.

Jake could sense the fear in his mate, the same fear they felt in the battle not so long ago where she lost her fated mate and father. He wished to comfort her but knew she wouldn't appreciate such a display of ‘weakness’ in front of the natives supposed ‘enemy’. He also felt bad for you, he knew you held no ill will however he couldn't fault his mates hate, it would take a while for you to gain her trust and even longer to gain the trust of the people but he saw potential in you.

Jake Sully would fight your corner but never fully go against his mate.

#avatar #avatar poly #avatar x fem reader #avatar x reader #jake sully #james cameron avatar #norm spellman #neytiri #pandora #sully #grace augustine #jake x reader x neytiri #jake sully x reader #neytiri x reader

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thebisexualdogdad · 10 months

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Oliver Queen x Male!reader dating headcanons

*Rafael Silva used as fancast*

● you met Oliver at a bar one night after work, he tried to impress you by buying you the most expensive drink off the top shelf

● it worked, along with his charming personality

● and it certainly didn't hurt how handsome he was either

● so you went home with him that night

● and then the next night

● and again the next

● within weeks he was calling you his boyfriend

● but it wasn't until a year later when you just so happened to be at a bank that was being robbed and the green arrow saved the day

● you went to see Oliver that night and found him stitching up a bullet hole in his waist at the exact spot the green arrow had been shot in at the bank

● he tells you everything starting from getting stuck on Lian Yu

● oh yeah and that his best friends Dinah and Roy are also black canary and arsenal

● it takes some time to adjust to this new discovery

● Oliver gives you space but once it all settles in you're back to your old selves

● "So you're really okay with this?"

● "I fell in love with Oliver Queen and if you and the green arrow are a packaged deal than I'll just have to accept that"

● did he come home to you one day trying on his suit? Yes

● and did he find it hilarious when you got stuck trying to quickly take it off? Also yes

● he tries to teach you how to use his crossbow

● "you know this is a lot harder than it looks"

● "it takes a lot of practice, you could always go get stranded alone on an island for five years like I did"

● "no thanks I would go crazy if I didn't get to look at that pretty face of yours everyday"

● Oliver is the proudest boyfriend

● he loves to show you off when you go out

● especially to big wig business guys he's making deals with

● "this is my boyfriend Y/N, let me tell you his entire life story and how amazing he is"

● and he will take any chance he gets to celebrate your accomplishments

● you got a promotion at work and Oliver used his connections to get last minute reservations at the most exclusive restaurant in town and bought a brand new suit

● speaking of, Oliver should not have been as surprised as he was when you showed up to the restaurant in a bright green suit of your own

● "Hey its like I get to show off that my boyfriend is the green arrow without people knowing that my boyfriend is the green arrow"

● he's super romantic too, he has plans for every anniversary you could possibly think of

● and valentine's day is his favorite holiday

● it's the one day where he doesn't take advantage of his financial status to take you out on an unnecessarily extravagant date

● and instead sets up a quiet dinner at home

● he pretends that he made the intricate meal when the private chef he hired snuck out mere minutes before you arrived

● so maybe he still spent quite a bit of money on that

● and on the ridiculously expensive wine

●… and on the bouquets of roses that all over your home

● after two years you thought you had gotten used to Oliver being a superhero

● but then Dinah kicks down your door as she and Roy carries in Oliver who is bloody and beat to hell, barely conscious

● "what the hell happened!"

● Dinah "deathstroke ambushed us"

● "look at him, he should be at the hospital!"

● Roy "and tell them what? That Oliver Queen is the green arrow?"

● you're pacing around as Dinah and Roy patch him up and he finally comes back to

● "Oh my god, Ollie you're okay, I thought you were going to die," you say kissing him

● "you can't get rid of me that easy" he jokes

● "it's not funny Oliver I was really scared"

● "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"

● Roy "I hate to say it but this kind of thing comes with the territory of dating a superhero Y/N"

● Dinah "this isn't going to be the last time something like this will happen and next time it could be worse are you going to be able to handle that?"

● "I meant it when I said that I accept you and the green arrow are a packaged deal Oliver, I love you and I'm not going anywhere"

● Oliver "I love you too Y/N"

#dc imagine #oliver queen imagine #oliver queen x reader #oliver queen x male reader #x male reader #headcanons

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sarahscribbles · 10 months

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𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐𝟑𝟑

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The double doors to your Sakaarian penthouse swing open on a dramatic whoosh of air just as you’re poking through the large box that the Grandmaster has had delivered to the room. This one is just as intricately ornate as the others but filled with a twinkling display of elaborate earrings and is one of many that have arrived in the hands of a steady stream of colourful servants over the past few days.

At least, you think it’s been days. Or has it been weeks? It’s impossible to tell how long you’ve been stranded on this ridiculous excuse of a planet, but the steady stream of obscenely opulent boxes - filled with trinkets, silks, and other gaudy decorations - suggests that the Grandmaster is setting you up for a life on Sakaar.

That, or he wants you to be his dress up doll.

Frankly, you aren’t sure which scenario is worse.

You don’t lift your eyes from the glittering sea of precious gems sitting before you - you’ve counted rubies, sapphires, and amethysts so far - even as those distinctive heavy footsteps come to a sudden stop behind you. There’s no need to, really; if said footsteps striding down the hallway weren’t already a give away then the growing warmth of your mother’s locket certainly was.

The little gold oval is now emitting an impressive warmth against your bare skin, acting as almost a comfort and a warning.

It was him.

You can feel the heavy weight of his gaze on your back and when you do glance up at his reflection in the mirror, you catch the brief second of his eyes raking over you. A faint surge of pride ripples through your veins.

“What are you wearing?” he sneers, that deep voice dripping with open contempt.

The Sakaarian equivalent of a towel is wrapped under your arms, but it’s so outrageously skimpy that it barely covers more than your behind and leaves your bare legs on full display. You watch his reflection in the mirror, not missing the brief twitch of his jaw and flex of his fingers.

How interesting.

“It’s a towel, though perhaps such a thing is too civilised for your barbaric Asgardian mind to recognise,” you bite back, watching his green eyes narrow in the mirror.

He raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow and his lip curls. “A generous title considering - “ He stops suddenly, but his eyes drift to rest on the hem that barely falls to the middle of your thighs. “Perhaps calling it a handkerchief would be more fitting.”

The disgust is so palpable in his voice that it sends a sudden rage surging through you. This man - this spoiled, pretentious ass - is behaving as though the lack of proper amenities on this trash heap of a planet is somehow your fault.

“Would you rather I forgo it, then? Perhaps I should simply wander around this prison cell nude? Would that appease you?” you throw back, slamming down the lid of the box so hard that the mirror on the wall above briefly shakes.

He scoffs - loudly - from where he’s moved to mix himself a drink at the little bar in the kitchen. “Heavens, no. There are already enough ghastly sights to have to endure here, wouldn’t you agree?” He raises the glass to his lips, keeping his eyes on you as if daring you to bite.

You can feel the warm flush of humiliation creep along your neck, but you don’t stand down and pin him with an icy glare. “Go to Hel, Loki.”

The use of his name is like a perfectly aimed arrow. He sets his glass down with force, sploshing amber liquid all over the white bartop, and advances toward you in a way that’s meant to be intimidating. His green eyes flash dangerously, but you only tilt your nose in the air. You’ve got the upper hand here, and it’s all thanks to Scrapper arriving a few days ago with an embellished envelope that had his name scrawled across the front.

You had answered the door and she had pushed the small little square into your hands, letting her fingers linger a second more than what was normal.

“A little invitation from the Grandmaster,” she had purred in that hypnotic voice and again ran her eyes appreciatively over you.

But you quickly shake the memory of her gaze from your mind.

“I’d be careful with my threats if I were you. You know not who you’re dealing with, Princess,” he spits, each word laced and dripping with venom.

It’s the only thing he knows about you - your royal status - and you know it infuriates him. Despite his threats, you’ve refused to tell him your name or that you’re Princess of Vanaheim and second in line to the throne. It’s the only thing you have to hold over him, and you refuse to give it up.

He continues his measured approach towards you - all slow steps and narrowed eyes - and the memory of a blade whizzing past your head makes you summon a ball of orange flame in your palm.

“Do you think I’m scared of the Grandmaster’s pet?” you mock him with a condescending little laugh. “You’re nothing more than his pretty little peacock. Tell me, how did you manage to escape becoming one of his competitors, hmm?” you sneer and let your eyes flick to his leather clad crotch.

Like an animal cornered, he bares his teeth and makes to lunge toward you, but he’s barely taken a step when you send your ball of fire hurtling towards him. The force of it sends him staggering backwards and he looks at you with raw anger etched in every line of his face.

He doesn’t take another step towards you and that’s when you realise.

He’s scared of you. Terrified, if his defensive stance is anything to go by.

Your lips quirk into a satisfied smile. “If we’re quite finished with this little display, I have a soiree to dress for,” you say, all feigned sweetness and charming smile.

You hear his small noise of disbelief as you pad across the room towards the bathroom, and even that is enough to have fresh sparks dance on the tip of your fingertips.

“You’ll forgive me if I struggle to believe that. Who in the Nine would want you in attendance at a soiree?” he seethes.

It’s an insult so weak that it rolls easily off your back. “The Grandmaster if you must know. Although, he wants me to attend because he enjoys my company, not because I’ve stooped so low as to warm his bed.”

The glimmer of silver catches your eyes, but he doesn’t take aim. He remembers what happened the last time.

“You are the most loathsome woman I have ever had the misfortune to encounter,” he all but growls as you reach the bathroom door. His eyes are flashing dangerously and you can tell by the twitch of his fingers that he’s itching to run you through with his blade.

You turn in the doorway and flash him an overly bright smile. “Careful, Loki. Any more of those charming compliments and I may fall in love with you.” You slide the doors closed before he has the chance to respond.

With a racing heart, you wait for the sound of metal impacting on the door. It never comes.

Like you said, he’s terrified.

#loki #loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic

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dogwithglasses · 3 months

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I really enjoy ollie talking to his bow and that’s something I would like to see in more GA comics. Thank you Brendan Deneen for this gift

#green arrow #green arrow stranded #Pete reads green arrow

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flowers-for-the-grave · 5 months

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Calm Before The Storm

There were no more Yellows now. Which as a result meant no more mercy, or grace periods. No one would show kindness anymore, not when the entire world was against you. Allies would only be standing in your way. Hindrances to success.

Scott stood at the diving board, staring out upon the server. He could see everyone beginning to head back to their bases clearly. His fingers itched, the way they always did when he was Red, slowly finding his bow and holding it up. An arrow was nocked, aimed and ready for someone's head. He didn't know whose head. It didn't matter in the end. They were all just heads on bodies waiting to be chopped off.

Shaking himself out of it, he lowered his bow and put the arrow back in its quiver.

Gem was sat on the floor with her sword in her lap. A strand of hair fell over her eyes and she hastily brushed it away. She stared at her reflection in the sword, a frown tugging at her lips, tilting it this way and that presumably to find a noticeable change.

Everyone felt different as a Red.

No one knew how. There were no physical differences to before, no changes in demeanour or personality. A player didn't instantly grow cold and calculated with an intense thirst for blood. The bloodlust was always inside of them. It just never arose as a Green or a Yellow. It simmered in their stomachs on a low heat, only to have the temperature rocket up and the pot overflow, teeming with the urge to kill. The need to have blood on your fingers. To feel the weight of a weapon in your hands, or to hold the lever to set off a TNT trap.

Many tried to look for a difference. It was quite common for players unfamiliar with the game to do so. They always believed there to be something wrong with them physically, and resorted to searching for changes in what little time they had on their hands.

They never found anything, sadly, but no one did.

"Gem," Scott began, walking over to her. She lifted her eyes to his for a moment, then looked back down at her sword. "Gem." he repeated, firmer. She paid him no mind. Apparently a reflection was more important than her teammate.

Impulse stepped out of his house and sat next to Gem. He stretched his arms and placed his palms in the grass, running his hands through the blades. Like many other players, his hands were riddled with scars, burns, blisters and callouses. "What's up?"

"That's the problem," Scott replied. "Nothing. Nothing is happening."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Impulse asked. "I mean, that means we have time to prepare for an attack, or a trap." He nudged Gem with his arm playfully. "Right Gem?"

She didn't respond.

Scott leaned in a little closer and sighed. Her eyes had glazed over. Again.

"Third time today." he grumbled.

Standing up, Impulse bent down to scoop Gem up into his arms and made a start for the gate. He gestured with his head for Scott to follow, and follow he did. He opened the gate for Impulse, and the two of them descended down the stairs and walked past the Secret Keeper statue. The mere sight of it was enough to send shivers down Scott's spine and make him want to run.

They stopped by Cleo's first. Unsurprisingly, Etho was there too.

"What is it?" Cleo asked. She whispered something in Etho's ear and he nodded, scurrying off quickly.

Once his receding footsteps were out of earshot, Scott answered. "It's happening again. I'm gathering some of the players."

She nodded, gradually understanding. "Alright, just give me a moment to grab my things." she disappeared.

Scott stood there, impatiently tapping his foot until Etho arrived with Grian in tow. Both of them were holding bundles of blankets with some snacks thrown in there for good measure. Grian yawned, attempting to rub his eyes.

Cleo reemerged a short while later with more snacks and some water.

The group left and headed towards Pearl's, where Scott broke off from the group to retrieve an additional guest. Before he could even knock on the door, Martyn was outside with all his stuff, a small smile on his face.

"Cleo messaged me," he explained. Scott walked alongside him back to Pearl's, where everyone was sat waiting. Some of them weren't able to join them, so it wasn't quite as full a group as usual, but it was still something.

He took some of the blankets from Martyn and laid them out on the floor. Everyone else did the same, then sat down.

Gem was the last one to sit. Impulse had to guide her to an available spot and gently lower her until she was perched on the edge. Her eyes were still glazed, but a fraction of light and normalcy was returning to them already.

Scott sat down beside Impulse, with Martyn's head in his lap. He absent-mindedly twirled strands of Martyn's hair whilst humming a small tune. He couldn't recall where he'd heard it; perhaps in passing, in the space between the games, or maybe it had been playing when he was in a different server. It sounded similar to a drinking song, so maybe it had been from Pirates.

"Now what?" Grian asked. He perched himself far from the others, but close enough to Cleo and Etho to reach them in case of an unfortunate event. His gaze was on Gem, his eyes narrowing mildly.

Etho chimed in. "We hang out. Eat. Talk. And we wait for Gem to come back."

Cleo nodded in agreement, a small smile curling at her lips. Her hand met Etho's, and their fingers entwined.

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It took a while for Gem to come back fully. She'd return in brief fits, then leave soon after. It was like flicking a switch on and off repeatedly, only more stressful and each wait seemed to stretch on for eternity.

But once she started to ground herself, it became easier.

Her thoughts were a swirling mass of death, flashes of red every time she shut her eyes. Something was wrong with her. Something had changed, but what? What had changed so drastically about her?

She looked the same. Felt the same. Even tasted the same, which she tested herself (although maybe she did taste different and simply didn't notice.)

But something about her must have been wrong.

She was wrong. A freak. A creature of her own design or maybe someone else's.

Whenever she came to, she was surrounded by people. Impulse's hand on her knee, fingers tapping along to a rhythm. Scott humming a tune, playing with Martyn's hair, his hums occasionally turning into snippets of song lyrics. Cleo and Etho holding hands and smiling, Etho's head on cleo's shoulder, eyes shut in contentment. Grian watching warily. Pearl next to him with a calming hand on his shoulder.

A pang struck her heart when she came to.

They were all here for her. They'd dropped whatever they were doing, for her.

She was important to them.

Gem fell back again into that whirlpool of thoughts. They swirled viciously in her mind, growling and barking and biting like a pack of rabid wolves. Their fur was the colour of blood, and Their eyes were pools of purple. A strange black liquid oozed from Their fangs and dripped onto the ground. They approached from all sides, closing in slowly, leaving Gem less and less time to escape.

Panic bubbled in her chest and she balled the clumps of her shirt in her hands, trying to remember how to breathe.

"You're okay," Impulse's voice whispered in her mind. Was she? She didn't feel like it. "I've got you."

She almost laughed at the thought. He didn't. Not only because she was here and he was out there but also because no one could ever truly have Gem secure in their company. There was always that thin line, that tightrope of danger she was obliged to walk on. One misstep and she fell back into that world of blood, wolves and that rising sense of fear.

"Gem, we're here for you. Take your time." Cleo.

"You've got this," was a half-hearted encouragement from Martyn. He yelped, grumbled under his breath, then hastily added, "I believe in you!"

A hand gently squeezed her kneecap. She saw it, saw the hand, but not the hand at the same time. It flickered in and out of physicality, not wanting to be there for too long. Then it settled into reality with a firm determination.

Something else appeared, too. A shaky apparition, a figure bathed in sunlight. His wings were folded against his back, his red sweater worn and fraying. There was a scar on his temple, and a bruise on his cheek. A second appeared closer to her, gently illuminated by small floating stars, his pointed ears sharp and alert. Then came another, in a cloak of woven moonlight, a toothy smile revealing her elongated canines.

Then finally came one surrounded by a thick outline of red. There was a pendant around his neck of a hand grasping an hourglass.

They all smiled kindly at her, their faces coming into visibility slowly. Everything unnatural about them faded away until they were simply Grian, Scott, Pearl and Martyn, all still in their respective positions.

"Welcome back," Etho greeted.

Scott exhaled in relief, his hand falling to his side. Martyn frowned at its absence, sitting up properly. His hand crept into Scott's lap and rested on his thigh. A grin curled at Scott's lips.

Gem leaned into Impulse. "I'm tired." she whispered, not trusting her voice enough to raise it much more. Still, her words carried across to the others and a blanket was tossed her way. She caught it easily - surprisingly enough, but that must've been a good thing if her reflexes were already coming back - and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"G'night," Martyn said, letting gravity push him backwards. Scott fell with him, letting out a displeased noise when his back hit the ground. "Let's all have a five minute grace period before killing each other, yeah?"

They all mumbled their assent.

Gem and Impulse lay down, close but not touching. She couldn't touch him just yet; her body still didn't quite feel as it should. But when it did, she'd hug him.

Until then, she'd have to rest.

A Red Life was many things; vicious, unforgiving, spiteful, vengeful.

But they were also kind, gentle and merciful when the time called for it.

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