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@cqtras​ - catra x pete

“MJ?” He calls out softly to the other. “When did you get here?”

her reaction was immediate, making him laugh a bit. “ yeah, i’m… not the best at lying, ” he replied, going back to his usual, honest self. miles was better suited for the superhero life, anyways. “ i probably couldn’t even nab a cookie from the cookie jar without getting caught. ” it was a callback to the age-old game everyone played as a child. as she approached, miles turned back to the mural, admiring what he had done so far. for the most part it was done, but something still felt off. missing. his personal prints were all over it, but it still didn’t feel his. or maybe that was just his restlessness making him feel that way. “ i did. ” it was better to go the honest route anyways. made him feel better. “ i’ve been at it for a couple hours. you’re actually the first to stop and come over. ” he smiled over at her. “ so, thanks for that, i guess ? ” he laughed. “ but… i don’t know. it doesn’t feel finished. but i don’t know what else to do with it. ” he wondered if the familiar stranger had any insight to what could be done about his little internal dilemma.

❝     want  to  see  something  cool ?    ❞           he  isn’t  waiting  for  a  yes  or  a  no  at  all .    after  buying  a  new  pack  of  marbles  from  the  store  he  wasn’t  about  to  waste  any  time  showing  off  his  favorite  trick  so  the  first  passerby  was  getting  the  show  whether  they  liked  it  or  not .             ❝     check  THIS  out !    ❞              palms  go  to  the  side ,  facing  each  other  up   &  down  as  he  sent  an  air  current  between  them  making  the  marbles  spin  rapidly .   he  grins ,  then  looks  at  his  company  with  expectant  excitement .

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clara  smiled  as  she  walked  up  to  the  open  bar,  sitting  herself  down  on  a  stool.  things  had  been  odd  to  say  the  very  least  and  she  was  just  grateful  for  the  chance  to  live  again,  her  fears  of  facing  her  own  timeline  now  vanished  with  every  beat  of  her  heart.  ❛  the  twenties,  huh  ?  interesting  times.  ❜  of  course,  she  couldn’t  say  that  she’d  been.

“i thought i knew where i was going, but …” a breathy laugh passes cal’s lips & his shoulders shrug in a sign of defeat. “i’m completely lost, could you point me towards the nearest gardening store ?” despite thinking himself a fair enough navigator, he was absolutely proving himself wrong today. it was times like this that he missed bd-1′s holomap ; he would’ve had this town memorized like the back of his hand by now. “i almost forgot that being the new guy fragging sucks.”

    those words were enough to send that ache through her. she had never wanted to leave catra. no, that had never been the goal when all of this had initially began. adora had desperately clung onto hope that maybe, just maybe, the other would see just how horrid and cruel the horde was and join the princess alliance as she had. it had quickly become apparent that that was never going to happen no matter how much adora wanted it. and no matter how much she had yearned to stay in that false reality, blissfully unaware of all the horrors, she had a duty to uphold. “catra – i never wanted to leave you. but i couldn’t stand by while the horde destroyed people’s lives. and that world?? it wasn’t real. it was never going to be real. you never had to stay. you could have left with me. i wanted you to.”

He shook his head as soon as he put the Christmas headband on his head. Christmas was his favorite holiday, and there was no way in heck that he was going to get them off his head. “No, I shan’t,” Logan said with a quick shake of his head. ‘It’s Christmas.”

this was already a thousand times better than the halloween festival. she loved winter even if the weather left her feeling chilled to the bone. “do you want to go snow tubing with me?” a friendly smile warmed the curve of nell’s lips as she beamed at the other.

there’s a boy, in a hood, with a variety of used and unused spraycans littered around his feet. his dark fingers are spattered in bright, neon runoff, standing out against the twilight and the gray of his hood. in front of him, a painting so bright, so flashy, so very him that it’s hard to ignore, even if it’s on the side of a building that makes up an alleyway. miles had been at it for a few hours now, almost finished with his piece just for woodshore. he hadn’t been spider-man - hadn’t needed to be - for what felt like a lifetime now, so he had to find other ways to occupy himself. the lessons he had started taking at the local rec center were nice, but they weren’t anything like what he was doing now.

on the wall was an ocean, a landscape, and a sky, but amped up to eleven. sharp lines, bold colors, part street art, part mural. not his magnum opus, that belonged to his great expectations piece back in his new york, but it was a personal, well-loved piece nonetheless. just as he stepped back to admire his work, can in hand, he caught sight of movement from his peripheral. he had dropped his guard too much, it seemed. he didn’t have a permit to be painting on random walls. he could get in a lot of trouble for it, have his art called tagging, get called a delinquent or worse, have it all painted over- there was no denying what he was doing. so, he did the next best thing. “ uh - hey. ” he turned to them, smiling his casual, warm smile. like he was meant to be there. “ i’m… banksy. ” if he could end up here, if several superheroes he knew but weren’t from his universe could end up here, banksy being in woodshore made total sense. “ but don’t tell anyone, okay ? ” he still had on a humorous tone, trying to divert the attention away from the fact that what he was doing was technically against the law.

catra was roaming the streets, in the dark, as usual. she had decided that staying in her room and stewing in her own, sad thoughts wasn’t the best thing. so now, she stewed in her thoughts but while walking. most nights nothing interesting happened, but sometimes she noticed things.

like now, she had walked past an alley and out of the corner of her eye caught someone spray painting the wall. cautiously and silently, she approached, waiting to see how long she could go unnoticed. when he turned to her, catra’s eyebrows raised slightly. he was familiar, they had met before, but she didn’t know his name. 

     “to some i am, yes,” loki admitted, knowing now that it was an older religion of midgard. of course, he still saw himself, all of asgard, all as gods, but the meaning changed now. gods died. odin had been wrong there. loki tilted his head curiously, many were from off this world, but it didn’t make him any less interested in the details of her own. “asgard,” was the simple answer and he knew it hardly covered it. but if asked further, he’d hardly be able to do jotunheim the justice of the fondness. “it’s been long since destroyed in ragnarok. something i had a significant hand in, only not with malicious intentions.” he shook his head, trying to make the memory keep from stinging. “what about yourself?”

catra’s fake life hadn’t exactly been the best (what was up with that? this place promised the thing they wanted most but couldn’t give her a happy life?), but was certainly an improvement on her real one. until she had met loki here, she had believed it was all fabricated. but it seemed like people from that life were just as real as she was. because stood just a few feet from her, was gwen. it wasn’t entirely impossible that the memories of another life were just another reality. catra knew first hand they existed.