Listening To Helena By My Chemical Romance Is Like...

Listening to Helena by My Chemical Romance is like...

Me: Don’t sing along. Don’t sing along. Don’t sing —

Song: What’s the worst that I could say? Things are better if I stay, so long and goodnight, so long and goodnight

Me: AND IF YOU CAAAAARRY ON THIS WAYYYYYY THINGS ARE BETTER IF I STAAAAYYYYY SO LOONG AND GOODNIIIGHT SO LOOOONG AND GOODNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

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Theme partially inspired by a story written by @fireflyxrebel , called Cold Front (although not smut). You can also check out her stories on AO3 as AvaChanel. This can be seen as either taking place in the comics pre-Flashpoint or in the animated series.

If she had a choice, she would have asked to be somewhere else, anywhere rather than here.

But of course she didn’t have a choice. Nobody did. The ranks were thinned out, everyone else doing several different things across the world. She was needed here, and so she was placed here. This war was going to end, one way or another.

She’d much rather prefer that it ended sooner. With them as the victor. She was needed here, in the Arctic, to keep tabs on one of the Society’s “hidden” bases, despite Richard knowing that she wasn’t accustomed to cold climates.

“You should come inside soon,” a voice said behind her. “The storm’s supposed to hit in about thirty minutes.”

“I’ll come back in a little bit,” she replied.

Victor sighed. “I got the fire heated up in the cave. Some soup, too, if you’re hungry.” Snow crunched under his metal feet as he turned away, heading back into the nearby cave that they took shelter in.

Raven withdrew a small photograph from the pocket of her coat, staring down at the faces in it. He had a wide, goofy grin on his face, with an arm slung carelessly across her shoulder, and she had the small ghost of a smile on hers. She ran the pad of her thumb over the film.

She wished she was there, with him, in the Amazon. Of course, he was there simply because he was fit enough for the job, but it still worried her that he was deep in the jungle, alone, with help thousands of miles away. She tucked the picture back into her coat and headed inside the cave, joining Vic near the fire. Food sources were scarce here, and at temperatures as low as they were, no animal in their right mind would be outside in the frigid snow. So instead, the team flew them in with a few crates full of everything they needed — firewood, non-perishables, water, a pot, and a lighter, among other things.

She wished that Richard had packed her tea.

Vic had the soup pot hovering over the flames of the fire. While he didn’t require food as much as she did, only his ration-like “protein paste” and a recharge every so often, the same couldn’t be said for Raven.

She ate the soup in silence, Vic sitting across from her and leaning on the wall, before her companion spoke up.

“I have some news for you. I was able to contact Dick earlier today. He said that he has a different assignment for me. He’s going to come by later with some more food for a few more days, pick me up, and drop off someone else to take my place. When I asked him, he said that he’d pack some of your tea, enough to last for the rest of the three days here.”

Raven nodded. “Any update with Garfield? Is he okay?”

“Dick said that he’s almost done with his mission. He’s doing fine, had a scare when he came into contact with an anaconda, but he’s okay. Dick was right, he was made for the jungle.”

“He was made for everything,” she added. “If he was here, he wouldn’t even need to sit by the fire. He would just turn into a…a polar bear or something.”

Vic let out a small chuckle. “He’s like your celebrity crush.”

Raven shot him a look. “Not quite, Victor. The seven thousand dollar, ten gram ring on my finger says that he is more than just a ‘celebrity crush.’”

Vic laughed. “What is on that thing? A purple diamond or something?”

Raven looked down, suddenly shy at the mention of a subject of both her and Gar’s marriage. “Actually, it’s a 925 silver ring with small diamonds embedded on the side, with a half emerald, half amethyst replacing the traditional diamond, with the word “wolf” engraved on the inside of the ring in calligraphy,” she said quietly.

“Fancy,” Vic said.

“Yeah.”

They sat in silence for longer until Vic suddenly raised his head in alarm. He stood up and said, “I think our boy’s here.” At her questioning look, he added, “I can hear the engine.”

They walked out of the cave together to find a silver plane start to touch down a few meters away, the engines emitting a low hum while on stealth mode as to not alert the enemy to either of their prescience on the mountaintop. The loading bay hatch started to lower, revealing a man standing in front of the descending door, dressed in black and red, holding a small crate in his arms.

Nightwing started down the hatch and shouted a greeting to the two senior Titans over the sound of the howling winds. Raven followed him into the cave while Vic ducked into the plane to help unload the few crates.

“How are you doing, Raven?” Her leader asked.

“Getting by. Barely,” she answered. “Why anyone would want to live here is beside me.”

Dick laughed, setting the box on the ground. “Well, look on the bright side. You only have four more days left here, and then I’ll probably have to send you somewhere else. No more colder climates, I promise. I just didn’t have much choice; not a lot of people were available to take this post.”

“I know, but it’s just really miserable here. How did the Society even build a base here?”

He shrugged, standing up again. “How did we build a fifteen story tower shaped like a T?” He countered, pausing before he continued. “I understand that Vic told you that we were coming?”

“Yes. He told me that he was needed elsewhere, and that you would come by to restock, pick him up, and drop someone else off here to take his place.”

“Right,” he said, looking up as Vic entered the cave, holding another crate in his arms. Sitting on his shoulder was what looked to be a snowy owl, but the color of its feathers were almost exclusively green.

The wide green eyes of the bird focused on her, and he flew off of the cyborg’s body, changing shape in midair. The graceful wings of the raptor began to elongate while its little legs and body grew in size. The unique features of the owl’s face began to recede, its beak and wide eyes shrinking, as the feathers on its body disappeared. The entire transformation took less than a second to transpire, and as quickly as the bird had leaped off the metal man’s shoulder, a human male took its place.

The man stood six feet and five inches tall, with a lean build. His skin was unnaturally green, as was his hair and his startling cat-like eyes. He was clad in a purple and white uniform, wore black steel-toed combat boots, and purple-colored Kevlar around his collar, sides, waist, and sleeves. His ears ended at the top with a tip resembling that of a forest elf’s, and his hair was spiky and long enough to cover his eyes.

Raven threw herself at the newcomer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a crushing hug. Surprised by the sudden action, the young man stumbled backwards a few steps, but was able to regain his footing and returned the hug. The woman in his arms was short enough compared to him that he could rest his chin on the top of her head, looking over her shoulder to flash a look at Dick, still standing exactly where he was when Vic and his companion came in. Both he and Vic left the cave to leave the couple to themselves.

“I was worried about you,” Raven whispered in his chest when she was certain they were out of earshot.

“Geez, Rave, I’ve only been gone for ten days,” he protested lightheartedly. “Or did you miss me that much?”

“I had reason to worry, you were alone in the Amazon. If you were injured or, Azar forbid, dying, it would be hours, days at the most, before help could arrive,” she said, stepping back to look at him.

“You don’t give me much credit,” he answered. “I’m green. So is eighty percent of my surroundings. If a poisonous snake bites me, I could turn into an animal that’s immune to it. If I was being attacked by a jaguar, I could turn into a gorilla. All that’s there is animals. My only mission was to investigate a lead on the Society there. I mean, there is such a thing as animals who are naturally green. Mostly reptiles, but the Opheodrys aestivus isn’t that hard.”

“The what?”

Gar laughed, the sound like music to the empath‘s ears. “Rough green snake. I mean, they’re not native to South America, but hey, it’s green, I’m green, no big deal.”

Raven was about to come back with a witty response, but a round of shivers cut her off. Gar looked behind him to find the fire starting to die off, and he moved to the crate that held the firewood, throwing a log onto the dying flames.

“Did you eat?” He asked softly.

She nodded, and Gar silently cursed Dick for sending her to a frozen climate despite knowing that her temperature ran cooler than most people. He scooped her up in his arms and reclined against the wall closest to the fire, holding her close to him before he changed into the fluffiest animal he could think of.

Raven felt his body shift from behind her and looked up to find the face of a green snow leopard staring back at her. She reached back and began scratching the big cat who had replaced her husband’s form behind the ears, and he began to purr loudly. His tail thumped against the stone floor of the cave, and he wrapped it around her body. He had altered the transformation so that he was bigger than a regular snow leopard and so that Raven could easily tuck herself against him.

“Thank you, Gar,” she said. The snow leopard that was her husband tilted his head to the side and licked her cheek gently enough to not draw blood. Raven felt her eyelids begin to grow heavy with the warmth of both Gar’s body heat, the fire, and his thick coat of fur. He moved his front leg so that the paw was directly on her waist, pulling her closer to him.

She fell asleep to the sound of his gentle purring in her ear.

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i'm just gonna go back to prompt writing, i'm too sick to deal with this shit.

BBRae Week 2020

First order of business is what week we will have it. Since it seems we have a bit of... disease going around, it’s only fair that we wait until it seems like this will have passed. So the current plan is sometime in July. So the following weeks are what we are thinking:

July 6-12

July 13-19

July 20-26

We will have a poll up in a couple of days, but let us know if you know if any other “weeks” are planned for this time frame. Don’t want to double book.

Second, WE NEED PROMPTS! Inbox is open and we are ready to see what you got! Well hold a vote around early May, unless things get bad.

We will keep people up to date as best we can, but we should be fine going forward.

Fuck. Yes.

I see you over there, Rose!

DC’s Titans: Season 2 Trailer

The future is now The aftermath is primary It’s time to do it now and do it louder than God’s revolver and twice as shiny Killjoys, make some fucking noise

To all of those who have been waiting, your patience has paid off. Killjoys:

We made it.

Your fellow Killjoy,

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