#Peace and Green are Peace and Green

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Thanks for the tag @illarian-rambling! I'm hopping on a little late. I'm still not fully caught up but I'm almost there. I will be using this as a quick write space for something I've been trying to write XD.

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"You're pretty violent for a girl named Peace." Green said still frazzled.

Peace looked like she was gonna bend down and choke her. Green probably deserved it. Didn't make it any less painless but Green wasn't gonna fight back. Too much anyway. She was a bit beaten up. Her bottom lip was swelling and there was still a rock or two in her shoes.

"Because you're fucking stupid." Peace forced out through her teeth.

Green placed her hands on the rug in Peace's room. Grunting as she went to lift herself. Cursing with a gasp when Peace kicked her chest. Forcing her back down in a heap. Her temper flared towards the protester.

"I fucked up a bit. Ain't worth kickin' me!"

"I should be ringing your neck in front of your crew. What the fuck were you doing in high security areas? You know the bots can record you trespassing."

Green rolled her eyes, voice rising to an amused rumble, "So you're worried? Coulda just said that menace."

Peace slapped her hand over her mouth and screamed into it, a bit breathless she spoke.

"I'm always worried about you. That's not the point," Peace took a shaky breath, "They live stream it."

Green released a stream of curses and started digging through her pockets. She fished out a crumpled napkin. Opening it to the scrawled numbers.

"You known about that little update long?" Green asked unbuttoning the top few buttons on her shirt, reaching her hand in to pull out a sweaty flip phone.

"Found out yesterday. I'd have reached out sooner if I knew you had a job planned so soon."

Green grunted a noise of confirmation. Throwing the phone open with a flick of the wrist. A loud droning of peeps sounding out as she pressed the keys.

"How'd you find out?"

"I don't think I should tell you that."

Green glared at the woman towering over her as she talked into the phone, "Those old bots that should've been quick money ain't that. You still want this job done?"

Peace tried to pick out any key words from the person on the other end. Unable to do so she met gazes with Green's annoyed glare.

"Triple the price and give me bail." Green stated calmly, flicker of amusement flashing through her eyes at Peace's returning irritation.

Green ended the call after a variety of grunts, grumbles, and negotiations. Enough time passing for Peace to sit in her chair nearby. She closed the phone far more careful than she opened it. Tucking it back into her bra. She rose to her feet with a bit of a stumble, composed pretty well for how weary she was beginning to feel.

"Later Peace."

Peace shook her head, "Green, just stay the night."

Green grinned, crooked as usual. Felt more like Peace was being mocked at this point.

"I've got a job to finish," Green stated grabbing Peace's hand, "Guess I should say sorry. So I'm sorry menace."

"Can you even say why you're apologizing?"

"Obviously cause you want to hear it."

Peace rolled her eyes and held Green's hand. Locking their fingers. Releasing begrudgingly when she felt resistance.

[ancientsstudies]

In the meadow, time stands still.

ig credit: travvvvis_pnw.

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💐🧚🏻‍♂️📚🍄🧌

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”

[hinamie]

long way home

[traurigtoby]

kyoto, japan

[escapismsworld]

📍Lawnswood Cemetery in Leeds, West Yorkshire.

[yorksnapshots]

Around the Pond.

At peace with myself, walking around this pond, aware there were workers clearing undergrowth, who then decided to smoke me out - see final snap, it got much worse. Too often I am in the right place at the wrong time!

[leenathegreengirl]

Cross is sleepy, let him sleep! 😴 💚💕

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Into the forest

[the-crow-in-the-blooming-tree]

[zegalba]

Severija Incirauskaite-Kriauneviciené: 'Kill for Peace' (2016)

[mother-lee]

a quiet life

[zhelin-thames]

Wrong Number texts #1

Danny: So then Skulker decides the best way to catch me is by building a giant robot suit. But he forgot to calibrate it for the Ghost Zone’s gravity, so it immediately toppled over and crushed his entire lair. Absolute genius, right?

Jason: I’m torn between laughing and feeling secondhand embarrassment for him. Do all your villains suck this much?

Danny: Hey, I don’t pick my rogues’ gallery. But yeah, most of them are either weird, incompetent, or trying way too hard. Vlad’s the only real threat, and that’s just because he cheats.

Jason: Billionaires always cheat. It’s in their DNA.

Masterpost

[hinamie]

spiraling

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