#found in body lost in mind (skaar)

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"You're my brand new family now" For Skaar

@awkward-snake-girl

Oh-

His heart clenched at that and Skaar didn't even have to look in a mirror to know that they would be blushing black at Mattie's words.

How many times, after all, had Skaar wished for the exact same thing? He had been alone for so many years, especially when he hadn't been able to remember anything but the loneliness.

And then their family came along. People who Skaar felt safe and wanted with, hadn't even realised had been stolen from him until they had been returned. Mattie had slotted into it with ease until Skaar struggled to ever remember a point in his life without her.

Wordlessly, they pulled Mattie into a gentle but loving hug, kissing the top of her brown hair affectionately. "And will always be."

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Samuel had easily heard Lana though, the smallest Smasher's ears flicking as he raised a brow towards the queen, "We have a large amount of enemies, some who frequently will lie to us about their identities, wants or objectives in order to create a false sense of security until their true sides are revealed. Simply expecting us to believe you're a good natured mother is a fool's way of dying."

Ah shit. Jen quickly raised a hand, frowning at her teammate, "What Sam means is that not eveyone is genuine about who they are or what they want. Sure, we're seeing evidence that you're who you say you are, but..."

She trailed off into a little shrug, "Can't trust it fully 'till we see the DNA confirm it, y'know?"

And sure, Lana and Nellie smelled like Mattie, all of them could scent it. But it was easier than people thought to mask a scent, easy to appeal to a want of family, a want of belonging. Why wouldn't those things appeal to Mattie? They had appealed to eveyone in the group once upon a time before they all found each other and made that family.

"Wait, princess!?"

Eveyone stared at that little tidbit. Rick in particular shook his head, pewing with shock before he pointed between Lana and Mattie.

"Like, a disney princess-princess? Princess Fiona level princess? Princess diaries princess? Princess Peach? Princess Monoke? That kinda princess?"

Red, however, had a diffrent take on that and jabbed a thumb towards Hulk, "Yer' tellin' me this guy was attractive enough to royalty- ow!"

The slap to his arm didn't hurt a single bit, but Red still scowled and felt justified to glare at Hulk. What'd he say?

While that was a surprise, Skaar paused and frowned when what Lana said caught his attention, "Wait...other form? Mattie wasn't always like this?"

When it came to Gamma Mutates, most people assumed you were simply large and colourful. In reality, you had the pre-gamma form and the post-gamma; cases like Red, Rick, Jen and Samuel who were all regular humans before gamma had changed them in incredible and sensational ways. The only odd case was Dr Banner and Hulk...though Skaar didn't exactly know why that was.

Other than them, pretty much all mutates stayed in their powered form. Skaar had assumed Mattie wasn't any diffrent until now...

The Azure Planet

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There was something…familiar about this place… Mattie couldn’t exactly explain it, but she could swear that she’s been here before. Almost like she’d seen this place in a dream or distant memory. It felt strange and somehow bitter sweet. Frowning to herself, she followed the other hulks out of the ship. The air outside was hot and humid, a welcome change from the cold recycled air on the ship. She could smell the ocean along with a sweet, rich floral scent.

They landed near a small beach, now deserted aside from them and few strange looking magenta and violet birds. The sand was white as snow and fine as, stardust but it had a strange, shimmery, almost mirror like quality to it, almost as if was made from ground opals. The ocean looked unnaturally blue. It reminded Mattie of a type of candy A-bomb had shared with her once. Apart of her wondered if she were to go in, would it dye her skin like the candy had done to her mouth?

“Mattie knows this place…” Absentmindedly, Mattie touched a delicate gold and teal flower growing on a nearby tree.

“I can see them just up ahead. Should I alert the rest of the guards, Mother?”

“No, no, not yet. They could be peaceful, it’s best to go see what they want and get them out of h-“ Lana froze.

“Mother? Are you alright?”

“Nellie…she’s here…”

“Who’s here? Wait, do you mean-“

“Goddess be praised, my baby is alive!”

Mattie was prepared for the worst when she saw the two figures running towards her. She was used to people thinking her and her family were monsters at this point. However much to her surprise, they were…hugging her? Crying and smiling, and saying things that blended in with their cries.

The older of the two women had periwinkle blue skin and long purplish pink hair pulled back with a beaded teal headband with flower shaped charm attached to it. She looked to be somewhere in forties. Her eyes were pale yellow, reptilian, much like those of a snake or a lizard. She had patches of royal blue scales that covered her body and parts of her face. Specifically her forehead and below her left eye. She wore a simple white sundress accented with gold.

The younger one appeared to be around Rick’s age. Her skin was a muted greenish blue, littered with old scars, and her jade hair was shaved on one side. Like the older woman she had pale yellow eyes and scales, though her’s were emerald green. She had two patches of scales on each side of her jaw. She wore a loose baby blue top with yellow embroidery that tied at the shoulder, teal pants, and a necklace with a pale pink flower charm on it.

“Um…Hulk…weird sparkly ladies are hugging Mattie. What should Mattie do?” Mattie asked, giving him a pleading look.

Still…as confused as she was, something about them seemed familiar too…

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Now that I’ve got my cap of characters, I’ll be doing one, big intro for my four boys. I’ve got Lucifer Morningstar, Skaar Banner, Bobby Drake, and Howard Stark. Each one will have a brief breakdown, a few connection ideas, what they’re currently up to or where they are in the rp.

It looks like SKAAR BANNER has been transported to New York City. HE is a FOUR-year-old CANON and the aesthetic associated with HIM is FIRE, SWORDS, TRIBAL TATTOOS.

IMPORTANT FORGET-ME-NOTS

His skin is grey.

He is aged to near-adulthood (looks roughly 17-21), but he is actually four-years-old. He’s from Sakaar, born in a lake of fire and he came out of his cocoon he was young child age and over just a year, his body grew to what it appears as today. He knows English and is catching up on his academics with the help of his father.

Unless otherwise plotted with our Bruce Banner, your character more than likely doesn’t know about Skaar or his relation to the scientist. He’s been sheltered these past few years on Earth.

With that said, they could know Skaar himself, since he likes to run off from time to time and explore the world.

He does have a Hulk form. But, it’s been stressed by his father to not reveal it unless he’s in a deadly situation.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

First friend.

Enemy. (Preferably a villain!)

Foodie friend.

Exploring friend.

WHAT THEY’RE UP TO

Skaar was brought to Earth to help rid the world of it’s sin. He’s been kept in a facility outside New York by his father and is taught to fight and all of the academics so he can blend in as well as any grey-skinned kid can. 

It looks like HOWARD STARK has been transported to NEW YORK CITY. HE is a FIFTY-TWO-year-old CANON and the aesthetic associated with HIM are SHIELD, SCOTCH, MONEY, MECHANICS.

IMPORTANT FORGET-ME-NOTS

Howard is fifty-two-years-old. That means in his mind, Maria is with her parents in Italy while pregnant with their son. 

He isn’t a heavy drinker yet. 

He is a trained SHIELD agent, as one of the founders, he’s level 10 alpha and up there with Fury both clearance and ability-wise. He just doesn’t show it.

He has no idea that SHIELD fell or any recent history. He only has knowledge up to 1969, so he’ll have no idea what you’re talking about if you mention HYDRA infiltrating his group or that someone else was leading it, etc. 

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

Former agent of SHIELD to catch him up.

Roommate. (Since he’s been declared dead??) 

Science-pal.

WHAT THEY’RE UP TO

Howard is currently trying to figure out what happened to the world and why he suddenly has found himself in a completely different era than the morning before he woke up for the first time. He’s currently hiding out and has managed to make use of a hidden lab in the city to try and invent something to help him out. 

It looks like LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR has been transported to New York City. HE is a UNKNOWN-year-old CANON and the aesthetic associated with HIM is FIRE, HORNS, WINGS, RITUALS, PUNISHMENT.

IMPORTANT FORGET-ME-NOTS

He’s the actual son of God and former ruler of the Devil.

He’s basically in his teenage years because that’s the only way I can explain the rebellion and wanting to live on Earth.

He’s very touchy about the God/dad subject and will throw a tantrum over it.

Actually, he’ll throw a tantrum over like... everything.

He has a persuasion knack. But, only for you to tell him your deepest, darkest desire. He only uses it when he’s trying to get information.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

Fling. (Men or women)

‘Friend’. (He isn’t good at being friends)

Difficult mind. (Someone he can’t persuade, thus intriguing to him)

WHAT THEY’RE UP TO

While most suffered after the snap, Lucifer thrived as he always has in despair. Lux is still very much a thing and most people use it as an escape from their reality. And, since he cares little about money, he doesn’t even charge anymore. He just likes to listen to his father’s creations snivel about their losses. 

It looks like BOBBY DRAKE has been transported to New York City. HE is a SEVENTEEN-year-old CANON and the aesthetic associated with HIM is SNOW, ICE, BLUE, PRIDE.

IMPORTANT FORGET-ME-NOTS

Bobby disappeared with the snap. He was a bit older then and apart of the X-Men. He didn’t come back as such, though. He’s just a seventeen-year-old kid and learning to control his abilities.

He isn’t sure what happened while he was gone. He just knows he woke up and he’s struggling more than ever with his powers. 

He also gained a touch of Telepathy from his resurrection and he’s struggling with it a LOT. 

He’s homosexual, but he is NOT out. Maybe older Bobby was, and if your character knew older Bobby, then they can mention that but he is going to deny the hell out of it. 

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

Training partner.

Mutant pals. (All the mutant pals)

Love interest. (Of any type, it can be requinted or not, etc)

Beard. (I mean he’s gonna try to be serious with a girl but lbr, boy’s gay)

Telepathy help.

WHAT THEY’RE UP TO

Bobby has found his way back to Xavier, but definitely not the same as before. He’s lost and struggling to control himself. He’s having a lot of problems with his abilities and more so with his new one: telepathy, which he has no idea how he gained. 

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The Eye (Talkus)

Vlygar is gone.

The Witherer is dead. I felt it from what I can only believe to be leagues away. The part of Vlygar that was pure hatred has been exterminated. Considering that is all that was left of him I assume he has finally gone on to his deserved peace.

Leaving me alone.

It had never entered my mind to write down anything of myself. Despite my demeanor and ironic self-given title I have never felt it necessary to detail any account of myself. With Vlygar completely gone, alone at last if you will, I feel compelled to do so. It will be as long as I care to make it.

You have been warned.

My father was a great man. I say that as most sons do perhaps, but with more truth than admiration. He was a warrior of great renown. He was a raid leader, a slayer of men, and plunderer of treasures. Ragnar was full of life and bloodlust. Much to his chagrin he sired two sons, neither of which were very skilled with the blade.

My brother and I were spelltongues.

He tried to teach me the ways of combat. I can still remember many of the tactics and techniques he administered to me, but I cannot recreate them myself. My body does not react that way, even now. He was highly frustrated; every Vargian wants his sons to become like him. I do not know if he ever came to full acceptance.

Brando is another matter. Where I was quick of wit and sharp of tongue Brando was greedy and conniving. He would sell you seawater as a tonic for any number of ills. He always named it after himself, “Brando Brand Tonic” he would have called it. I will be damned if I know how he kept out of trouble. He may have made good of himself in Skaernvind but, so many centuries removed, that possibility is lost.

The day I left for Skaernvind my father was hunting. Brando saw me away. Mother watched from Rosenhal. Skaernvind was a prestigious academy for spellcasters of all types. I applied there on my own time and someone took note of me. Understandable considering whom it was that applied.

I walked the entire way. It was seven leagues from our home as the raven flies. I arrived three days early. I was shown a room and the dining area. I was forbidden to see any of the laboratories or classrooms until the beginning of class. I defied them, as was my nature.

The rooms were stone block, piled and mortared. Most rooms were high ceilinged and sported ventilation grates. I noted at least one alchemy room, one room with many mannequins, and another that appeared to be an indoor arboretum.

I was disappointed that I had to get special permission to gain access to the healing courses. I had always been fascinated by the nature of wounds. Their cause as well as their treatment was my passion, even then. I could never heal like the priests, but I knew more about the why and how of torn flesh and broken bone.

The first day of class was not very impressive. The basics never are, let no one say otherwise. I understood their function, but wanted something more. I experimented in my room, which I shared with another. He was of the druidic school and very quiet, which suited me as I was loud enough for both of us.

I set him on fire. Just his hair. We were in the dining hall and a dwoemer got away from me. I had been aiming to his left, to explode a rival’s dinner. I apologized to him in private as none could tell who had cast it.

We talked little, this woodland man who worshipped the stag and I. We shared a room, classes, meals, and even some recreation, but not much else. We were off in our own worlds, seeking our own discoveries.

Then there came a day where everyone was required to meet at the shore of a great lake. It was not very distant, perhaps a league from the scholar’s quarters. There we were to meditate on what we had learned. We were given a short lecture on what we might contemplate before the scholars retired. We had a day of freedom.

I was sitting near this young man I shared a room with. He stared into the waters, cold and dark by my reckoning, and began to question things out loud. At first I thought he was talking to himself, but most of the statements were open ended. They left much for discussion, debate even.

I ventured an answer to one of his inquiries. He turned towards me and, for the first time I think, we saw each other. He appeared stunned that someone would answer him at all. No one noticed him as far as I could tell, let alone spoke to him. I was guilty of that and I slept across a small stone room from the man.

We discussed many topics. By the end of it we had found some common ground and some disagreements. I found someone I could disagree with without trying to beat my argument into them. He found someone who would listen and retort. It was also the day I learned his name was Vlygar. He knew mine, but that is understandable.

We shared many days after that. He was a spirited tactician with an aggressive approach to combat. A man burdened by the thought of losing men, not because of its impact on the conflict but its impact on the people. I was viewed as strange. I poured over tomes of medical knowledge and wished to view every injury I could. My own spelltongues found me reprehensible, macabre even. Vlygar and I would discuss our observations at length, always at the lake. We understood each other well.

Then the Black March came. It destroyed all that it touched. It drove us from our homes. It sent us across the sea to a new land. We were not welcomed by any and yet we sought to survive. A nation was founded with us as its protectors: Kaelyn, Faakhir, Vlygar, Skaar, and myself. We found a few others along the way: Alyria and Garrison among them. Stalrike was a gleaming jewel, or so we thought.

Then the uprising came. Kaelyn was thrown from the walls of the city and somehow survived. Faakhir’s brothers sought to kill him in the name of a false god. Vlygar had been “stolen” by an elven woman from the north. I believe she had him for a husband.  Skaar was off in the forests and perhaps even he knew betrayal. I was assaulted in my own study. My apprentice tried to beat me to death with his staff. I fled, we all fled. Stalrike was left to its own devices. It collapsed upon itself within a year’s time. Some of its citizens still serve as my assistants.

I found a country to live in after that. The Grey Nation welcomed me. I had only one thing in mind, the libraries of their King. With the knowledge accumulated by that great mage I could become something greater. I could become stronger than any mortal.

And so I did.

I have seen the workings of these lands thru the eyes of my birds. They fly wherever they see fit and I watch them betimes. I witnessed the death of Skaar and the betrayal of his trust. I saw the death of Vlygar’s mortal form and saved him from death. I saw the fall of the Horde at the hands of The Witherer. They were his first major conquest.

I have walked the length and breadth of the world, even before its reshaping at the hans of the new gods. I have seen the birth and death of centuries. I have made others in my image. I have made my own plane from which I rule my armies. I have become that which even Gos could not, in all his splendor.

I was poised to save the world from itself once. The “gods”, shards and broken pieces of true deities, stopped me the first time.

But not again.

My friends and family are gone from me. I will never see them again. Vlygar is dead.  The world will burn, and I will watch. None shall be spared this reckoning.

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“How bad is the pain today?” For Skaar

@awkward-snake-girl

A frustrated groan was the answer to Mattie's question.

Skaar hoped he didn't come off as rude or angry at his girlfriend, but the thought of having to actually speak or do anything was too much right now. His head felt like there was a hanging weight inside of him, pulling all of Skaar's thoughts and energy into...nothing.

Was it even possible to feel so tired?

If Mattie touched him right now, Skaar could barely feel it between the nothingness and the burning ache in his back from years of being whipped and electrocuted as a slave on Sakaar.

The teen snuggled his face into his pillow, a small whine leaving him. All Skaar wanted to do was sleep forever...

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" woah, woah, woah... try chopping like this. yeah, that's it. you won't chop off your hand this way. " from david to skaar, trying to make sure he doesn't end up with the cooking curse hulk has fjkfdjkfd

@mistyflame1

Hm...Skaar carefully copied his dad, green on black eyes flicking between their hands to make sure that he was doing it right before Skaar perked up, "Its easier!"

He didn't know why that came as a surprise. Unlike his universe's Hulk, David was good at cooking, something that had taken a few weeks to get used to when they all met. And from the lessons that Dad had been giving him, Skaar was finding that he rather liked cooking too!

It was a little like sword training, finding and learning all the right steps until the hybrid found was a meal prepared, something tasty and rewarding for the work he put in. It was a lot like sword fighting they'd found.

Just a shame that such a thing couldn't be said for everybody.

Next to the duo, Hiro raised their good brow and smirked, "I don't know, I feel like that would make us match better at least." Their own dish was....well, it was something. One portion of the meat was practically pitch black, chocolate sauce drizzled over some fried fish. After all, instructions only seemed to be suggestions and Hiro preferred to do this cooking stuff their way!

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❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ Reverse for Skaar

@awkward-snake-girl

Skaar tried to keep his touch light when feeling around Mattie's ankle, wincing when he heard her hiss - litreally - in pain.

"Sorry..."

It was needed though, to properly check Mattie's ankle and even without the slight swelling, Skaar could tell that it was twisted. Sure, Mattie had a healing factor too so she'd probably be fine. But that didn't mean Skaar had to like his best friend being hurt...

Well! That only left one option! Gently, the grey hulk reached to scoop Mattie up, making sure that he didn't knock her ankle and hurt Mattie more. Once she was safe in the air and his arms, Skaar smiled at her softly.

"We go to Red or Hulk. They know what to do!"

And maybe...a part of Skaar kinda liked being able to carry and hold Mattie safe. Y'know, for protection stuff...

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Halloween Costumes (2023)

Skaar: Samurai Jack

Rick: A Disney Prince

Jen: Cowboy Barbie

Red: Zombie

Hulk: A highland cow

Samuel: Cruella De-vil

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👗  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  helps  yours  get  ready  for  a  fancy  event  [ eg.  fixing  their  tie,  zipping  their  dress ]  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  help  mine  get  ready ) For Skaar

@awkward-snake-girl

It was easy to see that Skaar wasn't the biggest fan of fancy events. The clothes were tight, he has to behave and nobody liked it when he did sword tricks! Who wouldn't love sword tricks?

So that's how Mattie found Skaar; Sitting on the couch in his room and keeping their arms crossed while pouting. The only good thing about this party was the fact that Skaar didn't have to wear a suit.

Instead, the hybrid wore a deep red dress that stretched up around his neck and left stone-muscled arms showing, as well as a small gap at the back to show those muscles as well. His hair was the only thing left to fix up, which Mattie had been helping with by braiding in red roses to match the stenciled ones that ran across the top and bottom of his dress.

"Do we have to go?" They tried to keep still for Mattie, but stars, it was so hard! Skaar wanted to move! "Can't we...send card? Not show up and watch TV instead?"

TV sounded far better than standing around uncomfortably and eating tiny foods while tying to make X-Men like them. Skaar thought it was just a shame that Mattie was behind him right now, he couldn't even use big weepy green eyes to tempt Mattie to ditch it all. WEH!

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" how on earth did you get pasta sauce on the ceiling? "For Skaar

@awkward-snake-girl

"....With love?" Skaar sheepishly grinned, face also smeared with sauce from where he had stirred a little too hard earlier. He didn't even notice that there were also pasta pieces stuck in their hair. At least, not until Skaar went to brush some hair aside and perked up at the surprise snack.

The hybrid pouted at Mattie, reaching to pull out a cooking book and pointing at the dish he had been trying, "Wanted to do something special for you..."

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🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits,  interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?  For Skaar and Red

@awkward-snake-girl

Skaar has a big love of collecting gemstones! At first it started because they were pretty and reminded them of Steven Universe, but over time, he's developed a genuine love of them for how all of these gems can be created within Earth. After he gains the Old Power, this becomes especially prominent when Skaar can now feel all of his gem collection on a much deeper level! He really loves showing off his collection, especially if he has any alien gems!

For Red, he has a heavy obsession for planes, though this is something he tries to keep hidden for the most part. While people are aware he enjoys them and often Red will pass off as a casual interest, it runs much deeper than he let's on. There are certain planes he likes collecting parts on, some who's flying history he's obsessed with, some he remakes models of. He doesn't like people knowing this about him though.

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Another set! Feat Meeeee!!

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Been playing with some piccrews lately and forgot to post em here! Mostly these are just gamma kids de-powered

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I don't think I've mentioned before, but in the current point of writing, Skaar's hair is actually down to his mid-back. He doesn't cut it and often he now keeps his hair tied up in diffrent ways.

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Some piccrews of the Gals (Feat Skaar and Hiro)

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Tomorrow's Skaar's birthday!!