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Kj Apa photographed by Aimee Nicolas | 2017
shipping call? idk i’m bored and need new threads :-)
omicronthefifteenth:
Omi beamed at him. They gently took his hand, running their thumb back and forth over his knuckles, an almost absent action. If they had a heart it would have been pounding at this revelation, but as it was, they simply let out a small nervous laugh. “You know, if it weren’t for the fact you just spit blood on the ground, I would kiss you on the lips right now,” they said quietly.
They’ve come with more than feelings though, and they pulled out a small wet cloth and cleaned the blood off of his face gently. Then, they wrapped bandages around the gash. “You need to b more careful.”
THE TOUCH WAS COMFORTING, IT caused him to grin a little. their comment drew a chuckle from the bruised &. battered man and he bit down softly on his bottom lip. ❝ i want to kiss you in the STARS. . . ❞ he responded, gently resting his forehead against theirs, his eyes fluttering closed.
he allows them to doctor him up, not even cringing as they dab at his wounds, cleaning him up. ❝ i try—— it just seems like they come at me ten TIMES harder. ❞ responded greg as he slid his mask off. he was BEYOND ready to unsuit and rest for the REMAINDER of the day.
omicronthefifteenth:
They stare at him, and almost instinctively run their fingers over the newly exposed areas of his face, fingertips ghosting over his temple. The show of trust had softened the android, and apparently relieved some of their anxiety. There’s a moment where they wish to do more but now wasn’t the time. “Well, I’m not the type to leave my friend to die. I like to think that I’m nicer than that you know,” they said with a small laugh.
I’m sure you can keep them,” they said and stood up. They headed for the door and hesitated. “So, I guess it’s time to meet my family… Just prepare yourself.” They opened the door, and a litle girl ran past, rushing over to Greg.
“Mr. Gravity did you like the goggles I made you?” she said rapidly, stumbling over her words.
Another android joined Omi at the doorway, a little shorter, with a kind face. “You know we do have to talk about how you ran off at some point,” he said, nuding his sibling.
“Or… and hear me out, we don’t talk about it,” Omi said.
HIS FACE IS SOLEMN, ALMOST stern. he has aged well, for someone who has DIED and clawed his way back to life. who has been through years of bones breaking and skin splitting. his face does tell a tale, however, with the GHOST of scars of previous years decorating pale skin. there was NOTHING boyish about his looks anymore, despite the fact that he still felt like a BOY at times. such a HUGE responsibility at a young age had shoved greg into adulthood long before he needed to be there.
he followed behind them, NERVOUS. yeah- the protector of the universe is nervous over meeting an android family. to beat it all, he’s not fully in his suit and these CIVILIAN clothes aren’t what he’s used to. still clutching the goggles, he kneels down to FACE the small girl with a smile. ❝ i loved them. such a REMARKABLE mind for a child as young as yourself. thank you for helping me keep my identity hidden away. ❞ he says with a smile before sliding the goggles back on. he doesn’t want to make the girl feel bad.
he STANDS up and finds himself watching omi and another android interact. he takes note of the other’s COMMENT but doesn’t show interest. perhaps he’ll ask his new companion about it in a MORE private setting. the last thing he wants to do is anger them in their own home.
omicronthefifteenth:
“Hey, if handsome guys are gonna save my life, maybe it isn’t so bad,” they teased with a wink. “But I promise, I will do my best to not get forcibly shunted into space a third time. First time I had some fun, met some people, second time I almost die, end up circling around the planet with space junk.”
“You know… I think I am just going to go home and shut down for a few hours. It isn’t sleeping, but it does feel good to not be thinking for a while,” they said, mind trailing off to somewhere more internal. “And then sunbathe for a day. I’m solar powered, clever like that.”
GREG CAN’T STIFLE THE SMALL chuckle that escapes from his lips. he readjusts his goggles atop his head and smiles at them. it’s NOT hard to tell he isn’t used to compliments. life like this is ACTUALLY pretty lonely. even though he’s surrounded by a crew, he sometimes feels like the ONLY person in the universe.
❝ well, omi, should you find yourself in a similar predicament once again, you know where to find me. you’re now in our frequency, which picks up across many different universes. ❞ explained gravity. ❝ it LOOKS like we’re nearing your home, omi. ❞ he smiled softly at her, it was a quick smile that shortly faded. he didn’t want the friendly android to go.
all this gay shit on my dash is gOOOOOOOOOOOOOD this is the shit i signed up for 👀
americachcvcz:
☆ @gregwillis liked for a starter ☆
─ America found New York to be too crowded. She had to walk through the crowds carefully, not wanting to use her super strength on anyone. It isn’t long until she bumps into a man, watching him fall to the floor with a simple bump of the shoulders. ❛ Oh shit ! Dude i’m so sorry ! ❜ America is quick to offer her hand out so she can help him up.
ANY OTHER NEW YORKER MIGHT have told this girl to #@!* off! or maybe shook a fist at her, but greg, greg KNEW this occurrence all too well, especially as a former introvert who WALKED with his eyes fixated on the cracks in the sidewalk. the IMPACT shocks him, causing his fists to light up with a ball of gravitons, but he quickly makes it disappear. it’s just INSTINCT. he flicks the hood off his head, revealing BRIGHT red hair and a bruised up facade that’s GRINNING. ❝ it’s okay, lady. you don’t get the FULL new york experience until you knock someone flat on their ass. ❞ of course, he’s joking.
AN UPDATE TO THIS : I wish I could get a better thing for proof of where money is going so people aren’t weary. I’ll get that soon. Looks like they’ve jacked up the prices which is freaking fantastic but it’s what I’ve got to do.
Going to a shelter is just not in the cards as I can’t risk missing out on my gigs because of their curfews and such. They actually make you pay two months in advance, which isn’t the greatest for me but what can I do? I can come up with a good chunk of one month but two months is a lot. That’s $1900.
I cannot sit here and expect others to blindly donate to me. I’m just hoping for a miracle, to be honest.
If you can reblog and/or help, I will appreciate it more than you could ever know.
i should probably add the paypal link oops. but yes, please reblog. ❤️
just so you’re aware that i’m not just taking anyone’s money. as ive said… i will have one month without worries. but i will not go from negative to 1900 in three days.
please consider reblogging if you haven’t. i’m trying to keep calm but it keeps coming on my mind and i’m not sure what will happen next. thank you.
Thing about red, they can’t tell how much you’re bleeding.
greg’s pansexual ass as soon as the clock hit 12:00am on june 1st:
i’m on my way. . .
omicronthefifteenth:
“I uh… I want to find out about you on your terms, I want you to trust me,” they said quietly. Their heart, or whatever processor was imitating that, flutters slightly as he said he trusted them. It was comforting, and maybe something more. They move to sit beside him on the bed, head resting on his shoulder. Red hair spills down and then they sighed. “I won’t lie I was very, very scared. I mean you’re so…” They poke his side, cracking a faint smile. “Squishy.”
“Yeah, my family… Listen, I haven’t seen them in three years, and I… Well, home was close and I thought they could help, but understand they might be mad at me still since I did bail on all of them.” And cause half of them to die horribly because they couldn’t do their one job, but that was something for another time. Besides, they liked Gravity, and his opinion of them mattered. They didn’t want it to be marred by their failure. “Rho went shopping, so he actually cooked for you, but I think it’s the first time there has been actual food in this house for years.”
“Thank Iota for the goggles, she’s the little girl. We could always figure out something that could make your goggles stronger, or just a curvature that might make them break less.”
GAZE AVERTS TO HIS BRUISED hands as they begin to speak. he knows it’s time now for them to SEE him. they’ve been acquainted for some time now &. his identity isn’t something he’s too careful of, especially not around those whose company he enjoys. it’s nice to take the GOGGLES and suit off every once in a while and just be greg. he doesn’t budge as they poke him, only looks back up at them &. grins. ❝ i’m VERY thankful for you, omi. without you, i’d LIKELY be dead. ❞ eyes SOLEMNLY glance down at his lap. there was NO more room for mistakes.
❝ the FOOD is greatly appreciated, as are the GOGGLES. ❞ he gently snaps the band of the goggles and laughs. ❝ ———however the GOGGLES aren’t needed at this time. i trust you enough to show my true identity. i’m not only gravity——— ❞ he slides the half mask and goggles from his bruised, SHADOWY face. ❝ ———i’m greg. a simple man from sheboygan, wisconsin. hence the ship name of course. ❞ the redhead smiles a little, admiring the small girl’s creation in his hands. ❝ i would like to keep these goggles as a keepsake. ❞
lilbluefriend:
“Just one more” – Her small fingers manipulated the tweezers. And – PULL– out came a small shard of glass that protruded from the wound. “There,” she could finally breathe an exhale of relief. Once it was free from his flesh, Singularity dabbed at any dribbling blood with the fresh piece of gauze.
“I’m sorry – I – It just looked PAINFUL, having glass stick out of your skin like that. It’s all done, I promise.” Sitting back on her knees, the pocket universe took one last look at the wound before eyes fluttered back to his face; “How are you feeling?”
HE WATCHES WITH VIBRANT BLUE eyes as she goes to work on him, pulling out the SHARD of glass that surprisingly didn’t even make him wince. he did, however, breathe a BREATH of relief as she had removed it. ❝ no need to APOLOGIZE, you’re fine, really. i didn’t get any of those COOL healing powers in my accident, so i’m used to having to tend to the cuts and bruises. ❞ the redhead responds with a soft smile. ❝ feeling pretty good, and you? ❞ eyebrows raise in question.
petalwritcs:
Scanning the area around them, onyx eyes locked onto a relatively clear area about a block out. “I need you to get send him directly between those two buildings,” Lilith shouted up towards her battle companion, voice taking on a low demonic quality as she indicated the site in question. Without waiting for a response - she had to believe he’d get it done - she began chanting something in what sounded like Archaic Latin. Only after the third repetition did a hole appear into the nightmarish realm known as Hell.
HE NOTED THE CHANGE IN her voice with WIDENED eyes and flew around so he was in front of the robot, who had now become a DOT that was hovering some feet away from in BETWEEN those two buildings. as soon as she BEGAN the chant, greg had powered his fist up, surrounding it with a ball of gravitons, RAPIDLY multiplying. he flew towards the bot like a flash of lightning, RAMMING his powered-up fist into his chest which BLASTED him back just in time for him to go FLYING into the portal which opened. queue the surprised face again, as he notices lilith looking a little more. . . demonic. breathing unsteadly, he lands BESIDE of her on his feet, offering her his hand for a high-five. ❝ good teamwork. ❞
daayaan:
“holland, michigan. my parents moved here ‘cause of work. and a fresh start. long story.” a chuckle escaped her lips as she waved her hand, as if she could wave away the aforementioned long story too. “what about you? did you move here too or have you, like, lived here since forever?”
PERHAPS HE WOULD ASK HER more about that LONG story if their bond tightened. it wasn’t COOL to pry in people’s personal business, however. greg stopped, pointing down a long hallway. ❝ i’m a sheboygan boy through and through. ❞ responds the redhead, grinning. ❝ THIS is the science wing. any and all science classes take place down this hallway. wing we just came from? humanities. all your english and history classes will be there. ❞ noise grew LOUDER as they approached the large cafeteria.