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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
Born from stolen Kryptonian DNA, Ultraman was never meant to be a man—only a weapon. Lex Luthor’s failed masterpiece, he lived his life in chains, tortured and discarded until needed. Every breath

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sorrowofhunt.bsky.social
ㅤㅤ⸻ I may not look dangerous, but you will notice me. ⸺

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝙁𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙮;
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤearth-616…

#marvelrp #marvel #mvrp #mcurp
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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
|| I was slacking on my end. lol

I hope you feel better and take care of yourself!!
hammerofboravia.bsky.social
trusting–held him in place. For the first time in his life, Nocturne felt something unfamiliar settle in his chest.

Something that wasn’t anger.
hammerofboravia.bsky.social
her face. It was soft–softer than anything he’d known.

Her lashes fluttered slightly, but she didn’t wake.

He whispered, barely audible.

“…You should’ve run.”

But he didn’t move away. Not yet. The sight of her sleeping beside him.. unguarded,

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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
at her as though she were something he might break by breathing too loud. He didn’t understand.

Why she’d helped him. Why she called him Kal? Superman? Why she’d risked everything for someone like him.

He reached out, hesitating before his fingers brushed a strand of her hair away from

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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
On the table beside her sat a bowl of water, a few bloodied cloths, and the remnants of her care. His wrists were wrapped. His burns cleaned.

She’d stayed.

He swallowed hard, staring

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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
Then he saw her.

Lois sat in a chair beside the bed, head resting against her arm, hair falling across her face. The small lamp still burned low, casting her in soft light. She looked exhausted–eyes shadowed, shoulders slumped, but peaceful in a way he’d never seen before.

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memory.

His eyes opened to a ceiling he didn’t recognize. No metal. No chains. No Lex. Just quiet.

He sat up too quickly, pain lancing through his ribs. The blanket slipped from his shoulders, and for a heartbeat, panic clawed at his chest…where was he, what trap was this…

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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
The world returned in fragments-light first, soft and golden, filtering through thin curtains. Then sound: the hum of the city outside, the faint ticking of a clock. And warmth. A strange, unfamiliar warmth that wrapped around him like a

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onlytheadagio.bsky.social
Entwined particles: if you alter or affect one, the other will be identically altered or affected.

~ 21+ #SmutlessRP
~ MV/Selectively MS
~ #OLLA

Penned by #Scripturient
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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
“…Lois.”

And then, exhaustion pulled him under again—this time into a sleep that wasn’t filled with screams.
hammerofboravia.bsky.social
He wanted to tell her the truth—that he wasn’t Kal-El, that she was wasting her mercy. But the words wouldn’t come. He was afraid of what would vanish if they did.
So instead, he just whispered her name, soft and unsure:

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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
cared if he bled. He watched her hand tremble slightly as she brushed damp hair from his forehead, her breath catching when he didn’t flinch away.
For the first time since he could remember, warmth seeped into his bones. Not from sunlight or power—but from her.

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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
touch was hesitant but careful, as though she couldn’t decide whether she was healing a man or soothing a weapon.
He tried to speak, but his throat burned. His voice came out as a rasp.

"You… shouldn’t…”

He didn’t understand her. No one tended to him. No one

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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
steel. Fabric brushed his skin. A blanket. A bed.

Lois moved quietly around the room, her face drawn in concentration. She’d washed the blood from his knuckles, pressed gauze against the burns that lined his chest. Every

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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
Only flashes, the dull thud of boots on a balcony, her arms straining to half-carry, half-drag him through a doorway. The scent of her–ink, rain, and something sweet.

When his eyes cracked open again, the ceiling above him was soft cream instead of

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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
The world tilted.

One moment, the sky burned gold around them. The next, it folded into black. His body gave out mid-flight; the strength that had carried them shattered in an instant. He felt the rush of air, the ground rushing up…
He didn’t remember landing.

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hammerofboravia.bsky.social
|| I got hit with 2... took me forever to get them back. Did you appeal?