#chrona... answers things?

[bunnygirllover45]

im here to complain about your child.

Seth is mining bitcoins at my computer pls help

I'm sorry to hear that he's grounded for at least three weeks.

[yan-lorkai]

Hi Lorkai! Hope you’re doing well!

I love me some (Yandere) Hellsing Alucard headcanons!

If you can, could we get some HCs about Alucard having a female human ‘s/o’ that has Black Blood similar to Chrona from ‘Soul Eater’? A ability she’s had since birth and wasn’t the result of experimentation?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Heya, darling! I'm well and I do hope you are too! I watched soul eater when I was younger though I didn't finish it and I can't remember why since it was pretty good. But I remember Chrona and I loved them. Hope u like it! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Alucard has see it all beyond these years, but this... What is this? A monster? A curse? A symbiont? Mmm, you were born with it you say? Interesting. Aside from that, he is curious about your little "ability". How does it work? Do your parents also have this ability or is just you? Do you and your peculiar partner can read each other mind? Do you and it share your power or it has it all? He has many questions and he's going to suck you dry for the answers.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Despite your power, you struggles with feelings of insecurity and isolation due to your unusual abilities - you're shy and don't know how to communicate right though you still try even when Ragnarok is teasing you so mercilessly. So Alucard becomes your anchor, he is so gentle and affectionate towards you, providing you with everything you may need as he help you embrace and control your black blood. He sees your ability as something to be cherished and protected, rather than feared or reviled. Also as something that eased his worries as you can defend yourself in case he isn't near to protect you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Though he is fiercely protective of you, knowing that your ability can make you a target for those who seek revenge on him. He keep one eye open and is constantly vigilant against any threats that may come your way. For all he knew Millennium might want to experiment on you or use you as hostage to get to him. This Alucard limits your contact with the exterior world. He already give you so much, such nice things, his love and affection, do you really need anything else?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ His love is a possessive one, all consuming. Even Ragnarok he views as something of his. They like to bicker all the time and it's not uncommon for them to team up and tease the hell out of way. Or, not that you realize, but use your insecurities against to make you depend on them alone.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ For Alucard, you're the definition of beauty. A doll he molded to his taste and liking, free from fear and doubts for as long as he's around. Truly what a couple you two make. An ancient vampire and a human with an unusual ability. So different but so alike, your connection a complex web of love, desire, and manipulation.

[syztemerrxr]

not to doublepost or anything but I MADE A TIMEWHEEL FANKID! theres a bunch of info about her below the cut :P

the name "Chrona" wasnt actually just Given to her by the two, he kinda just got bored of being called timewheel all the time (thought it was a mouthful) and asked for help; hence being given the name Chrona. xe kept forgetting it because at the time he was still being sent back and forth from xeir planet and the s*n. HOWEVER after the 500 years it latched on. Chrona's operator was actually Sean. Sean ended up getting ahold of Michael and told her "haha doesnt this guy kinda look like us? thats strange!" WHICH SOUNDS KINDA FUNNY TO ME.. Chrona's s*n wake-up pattern was kind of annoying and chaotic? She's random and can think up solutions to problems shes in rather quickly - but when she cant, she panics. so usually, when it first "wakes up", he looks around and spouts many questions at the first person star sees, which is... usually Sean, which was stars operator! and it can be kind of aggressive too, and will resort to violence when he doesnt get answers in time. BUT she usually calms down as soon as things are explained to her. okay thats enough added stuff. ill retype the info in the drawing in case its hard to see <3 Gender is mostly made up of fluidity in xenogenders (gendersylph) * "pinwheel pieces" are glass containers. pinwheel function can still spin. * Not their biological child (thatd be weird) but gained attachment over time and developed a family-like relationship. * stickers are a gift from Sean + bow is from both of them. Charms and beads are from Michael, which he usually found on the buildings floor(s) - and figured Chrona would like a trinket. * Chrona is a trinket collector! Well, she just takes stuff that she sees is left behind. * Clock handles and gear spin/function like a normal clock. * Glass is thick and more frosted towards the center.

[worldismyne]

Great points on Ragnarok, sad that it gets explored rarely, with all the nuances. The closest is that one cringey fancomic, Soul eater post, or whatever it's called, where I think there is a simmilar thing, with a whole soap opera melodrama breakdown from Ragnarok, where he says "All my life my choice was to either die or become a monster that is atleast powerful, and now all that is left is a comic relief freak who can't even go where he wants and what he wants"

I've never read Soul Eater Post (when I reach for fanfic it's usually to scratch a shipping itch lol), but I've seen upload announcements for it on here. Mad respect to anyone that dedicated to writing something that is that long. It's super easy to get discouraged when uploading serially.

If I were to have Ragnarok finally break down, I think I would do it quietly.

Have Chrona going about how tentatively excited they are to have friends while winding down from a school day and as they're verbalizing the half formed plans they have for the school year. It finally sets in that without Medusa around, someone else is still going to be calling the shots, so he asks...

"Are you going to get rid of me?"

It's a simple question, but Chrona would be able to physcially feel the weight of it. A rapid pulse that wasn't their"s and dread that winds up like a spring. It should be an easy question to answer, but when Chrona has to think about it a few seconds too long, it's clear it hadn't crossed their mind before.

"I see."

By then Chrona would have fully processed the question and freaked out. There's excuses of course and appologies for just assuming he wanted to keep training. Until Chrona finally asks if there's anything he'd like to do in the coming days.

"Whatever you want."

And it chills them.

Because he spoke in a tone that had previously been reserved for Medusa.

[pinterestsucksnow2024]

I had surgery right before rebloging that and am just now checking the activity on my blog and man... this was a trip.

I stand by my statment that Amnesia Guy With Confusing Phone is a good character as evident of how long it too me to figure out what someones response ment post anesthesia.

To answer the question, and for anyone who needs Ideas...

My phone has some of these from like... 2012 and I still barely remeber who goes with what:

That Guy (with a picture of Chrona from Soul Eater because That Guy was an entity who confused and frustrated me despite being one of my best friends) - jokes on us... I somehow assigned a nonbinary character to my friend who did not yet know she was trans. It took 10 years and its still hilarious.

Jonathan Frakes

John (and its just a picture of the band The Police) - I THINK this was a sound guy I did a gig with and I have way too many Johns in my phone.

Jeff - but I know it's my friend Stewart. I dont even get the joke anymore.

Kaylee - I THINK is a girl named Marie who I grew up. Idk who else would have earned that vibe. (Firefly reference)

Koala

Mal Reynalds - My cousin with a very proffessional picture

Naruto, Goku

My own FATHER is in my phone as a Terminator Reference:

Reese, Tech-Com

I have a scam call(?) Marked as "Who is calling and why are they calling?" With a stormtrooper for the icon. That alone would be fantastic for a story about amnesia if you had like... a secret agent plot with a normal guy.

So... to give an example of realism: I still get very confused by Jeff. That is NOT remotely that guys name. I know the other references in my phone but I obviously did not name Jeff. I only know it's Stewart because I know what our conversations look like.

I have no clue which of the 6 Jonathan's in my life got assigned a star trek reference. I probably need to clean that one out of my phone because IDK who that is. Same with John. I have a VAUGE memory of doing the Police as the picture because Sound Guy but even that is a weird association because there is no guy named John in that band.

Imagine not remebering things and having a situation requiring you to contact some rando in a phone and trying to figure out where Stewart is and it be under a guy named Jeff.

Another very real example is if someone else has to use said phone. I used to have BOTH parents under goofy names. My mom was something like "Zordon" from power rangers. Then I added her to my emergecy list so it was ICE Zordon.

Imagine someone having an emergency on the street and having to figure out who the heck ICE Zordon is and praying you have the right emergency contact and not some weird hotline.

Feel like I should add that this was on the list of "dumb shit I did from ages 13-18 that still haunts me" as a warning to anyone who would otherwise have a Skibidi Toliet where my phone at one point definitely had garys mod references. It wasn't until I had to sort out the Too Many Johns that I realized basic naming is actually worth it.

As for organization... yesnt. My phone is kind of a precarious record of eras and phases. My friends were named based on whichever character they were assigned when we went through a phase together. Kaylee, for example- Marie was a bubbly creative person who reminded me of the character from Firefly. I didnt anticipate adulthood pushing away that whimsy once I had work contacts and business dealings. I thought I would change it eventually, but over a decade later I still squint and try to jar the memory loose. That Guy brings back an instant memory of the smell of the courtyard on the first day of school when we were highschoolers playing Ninja and reading whatever successor to Warrior Cats.

I dont remeber or organize. Its all association. Method of Loci locked away in natural memory as senses and smells and visions of events.

Even with names, some of them dont mean anything. I think Zera was the name of someone who's phone was scammed and the scammer kept callin me. I remeber that because it was a scary lesson for me as a young college intern. Two Tori's and different last names - vauge familiarity but from where I dont know.

I know Goku belongs to a friend who may as well be my younger brother, though we don't talk since he went to med school.

Naruto automatically summons memories of long days in the study room on campus in college. High school lunch breaks discussing computer science.

The point is, believe it or not it was a strategy. I stopped doing it when I grew up but only after a bit of bullying and some misadventures. It was a survival trait adopted by a young naive teenager who was moving from a world of early online culture into a real world of people and connections.

It was never really about the organization or structure... it was about giving context to the interaction.

But if I were to lose those connections, that context... I would certainly have some questions about who That Guy is and why He /It/ [really just she] was in my favorites.

new character idea: dude who wakes up with amnesia for whatever reason and tries to go through their phone to figure out "ok who do i allegedly know well enough to get their help" except pre-amnesia!dude had all their contact names like this:

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Home Movies and Haunted Eyes

If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you

“How come you take so many pictures, anyway?”

Mimi’s hands tightened on her little camera- an old, beaten thing; with a chip on the lens’ plastic casing and the color worn away where it screwed onto the body of the device. She swallowed her tears and smiled at her firehaired sister.

“....Just in case.”

Se asked again, before they got the invitation- why she took so many photos of such... trivial things. Of family lunches on a Monday afternoon. Of Quickdraw laying on his back in the yard to watch clouds, moments before Chrona leapt onto his midsection like a swandive.

“Cause one day, it’s all I’m gonna have left to give you.”, she said quietly- before the door opened and Perceptor dried his eye and croaked her name.

“Th- The memorial, is...”

“The G9 memorial?”

“Y-Yes it’s... Three days.”

Dani and Quickdraw scrambled to their feet, the other siblings seeming to materialize out of the cozy haze of their home as Mimi hugged her father as tight as she could, in arms that life made strong and gentle and warm before she pulled her phone from a pocket.

She spoke in low tones, avoiding Quickdraw’s concern and Chrona’s suspicion until Dani- bright Dani, burning Dani- stomped forward and demanded she answer Quickdraw’s unspoken question.

For the first time, the only time, she snapped at her sister in a voice colder than they’d ever heard.

“It’s a memorial for the fucking DEAD Laudanum, now sit your ass DOWN.”

Percy gently rapped his knuckles against Mimi’s shoulder, trying and failing to scold her with a look as Whirl came in from the backyard and demanded to know what was going on, why Chrona had sprinted onto the deck and hollered for him til she coughed.

Mimi sighed, walking Perceptor to the couch with her voice softened and avoiding the shocked stares of her siblings. She let Perceptor cling to her, let his shoulders shake.

“The memorial for the Garrus 9 mission is in three days.”, she said softly, “And Perceptor is taking it really hard-”

“They-”, he coughed to clear his throat, “They want me to speak. At the service.”

Whirl’s expression softened- stoic and calm; he stepped softly to Perceptor and knelt down, braid swinging in and out of view as his head tilted.

“Are you going to?”

“Y-Yes. I. I owe it to Top Spin, and Twin Twist. And everyone. The crew, I’m-”

“Do you want the family there, Percy?”

“We can’t- We can’t have the children there; I mean, Mimi needs to be, they were...”

“Perceptor; we can’t hide the kids from death forever.”, murmured Whirl, “You and I both know everything’s eventual- one day it’s gonna be us in caskets.”

“But-”

“I want to go.”, blurted Dani, “I mean... I. We don’t.... We don’t really know... anything about the Wreckers that our parents were such good friends with. We don’t know what you went through, and we WANT to, right guys?”

Kickback nodded sharply with arms crossed over her chest, Chrona reappearing and giving a soft “Yeah” into the room as Quickdraw’s eyebrow raised in agreement.

“And, maybe selfishly....”, continued Dani, “...We wanna understand. We know that, like- there’s certain. Alarm tones on our phones we can’t use, cause they make you and Papa Whirl have an attack. Or they make Mimi start crying and we have to get Papa Ratch. We want to understand WHY- the only thing we know of Garrus 9 is what they told us in school.”

“And it wasn’t much.”, Kickback chimed in, to her sister’s relief, “I mean, for God’s sake Papaceptor- My history teacher said you were a reenactment actor when he first met you! This is... kind of our family history, right?”

“In. In a way.”, said Perceptor quietly, “It... certainly had an effect on your family, but you are all so young, I couldn’t-”

“Wreckers take care of their own.”, whispered Quickdraw, with cybernetic eyes narrowed like Whirl’s good eye so often did, “History or not, Papaceptor... You’re hurting. And so is Mimi. And we’re your family, aren’t we? Raised by Wreckers- and Wrecker’s Daughters.”

Perceptor looked at Quickdraw in surprise, Whirl humming in intrigue at his son’s sudden firm stance.

“Mimi taught us all that, remember? Wreckers care for their own. You and Papa Whirl take care of each other and all the dad’s, and they return it. You take care of Mimi and she takes care of you. Mimi... Takes care of all of us. And we’re gonna do the same for her.”

Chrona huffed a laugh, popping up next to Mimi, “Besides, we need to find some sweet blackmail stories on Big Sister over here- not fair she can use my pigtail pics against me!”

Whirl snorted softly, and Perceptor managed a creaky smile, and sighed, “...Alright. I... It would. It would help me keep it together. If my family was with me. All of my family.”

“Then it’s settled.” said Whirl as Drift clattered in through the backdoor, “Make sure to answer with a plus... however many are going. I’m not doin’ math after dealing with a hippy tryin’ to eat the fuckin’ garden AGAIN.”

“I didn’t!”, yelped Drift, trying to pull his dirty shoes off.

“YOU’RE GROWIN’ FUCKIN’ WEED IN THE TOMATOES AGAIN, WHILE EATIN’ ALL MY TOMATOES!”

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Three days came, and went. The family filed out, loading into two vehicles as dawn started to rise over the horizon- showing Perceptor and Whirl and Mimi and Drift in her half-dead four door. Smoke trailed from Perceptor’s cracked window, and Mimi simply pretended not to see him toss half a pack of menthol cygarettes into her glovebox next to a steel lighter.

Whirl made a disapproving noise. Mimi shot him a look. The car went silent.

The drive seemed to take too long, Mimi white-knuckled and Perceptor dead eyed as Drift fidgeted almost uncontrollably. Mimi sighed.

“A couple hits off of ONE, Dri-dri.”, she said sternly, “And try not to ash my upholstery?”

The hiss of a match.

Silence.Mimi glanced in the rearview, seeing Cyclonus smiling in melancholy as he no doubt fielded questions from the siblings in the van as Ratchet drove with his face pensive and dull.

The gates of a graveyard rose high in front of them, and she breathed deep as the wheel creaked from her grip.

“Pull over.”, said Perceptor softly, ice riming the words like they had so very long before this family had been built.

She nodded, waving a hand out her window as she did to signal to the van carrying the rest of them. Perceptor waited until the parking break creaked it’s exhaustion before taking a heavy drag and exhale- before passing it to the side. 

Whirl and Drift looked alarmed as Mimi accepted with hands shaking hard enough to blur.

“Mimosa what in the name of-”

“It’s just something we did.”, was the answer in unison.

Smoke curled around Mimi’s words, she let her eyes drift shut for a moment, and then handed the last drag back to Perceptor. 

“Are we ready, then?”, she asked, rubbing her lips together like she had just applied lip balm to get rid of the nagging tingle.

“As ready as I can be.”

They unbuckled seatbelts and shoved open car doors, stretching in the sunlight as Perceptor and Mimi walked around to the trunk. It clicked with a turn of her key and a tap of a code to show relics of days long forgotten. She helped Perceptor buckle on the old, thin armor- bulletproof and matte dark. She tightened the holsters around his thighs in ritualistic silence as her siblings watched and slowly began to understand.

She stood, and nodded, and turned to let him attack her hair in the same grieving quiet.

Her prosthetics groaned slightly as her weight shifted, her hair slicked back to match her father’s and glasses she rarely wore perched on her nosebridge in a match his scuffed reticule.

“Why are they....”, whispered Drift as Whirl coughed quietly.

“Sign of respect.”, said Whirl, gesturing at his own appearance- his braid and old patch, still emblazoned with the sigil that dominated his past with blood and bullets.

“We’re Wreckers. And you only leave one of three ways. Dishonorable discharge, dementia...”

“Or death.”, said Mimi quietly.

“But... weren’t you vetoed, Whirl?”

“Yep, from a few missions.”, he said, “I was still active on the roster. Still called in a few times between my.... Other activities. But never relieved, never truly removed. Never gone, just put on standby.”

Quickdraw looked at the somber faces, something seeming to click in his head, “.... Are you still on standby now?”

Whirl looked down. Perceptor looked away. Mimi breathed deep.

“Yeah, they are. The Wreckers were never formally dissolved, kiddo.”, she said, “And, by technicality, they could call me in too.”

“But you-”, began Quickdraw.

“It’s the same way Rodimus is a Wrecker.”, she said gently, “He ran with them for a decent while, against the Swarm mostly. But he’s still... Wrecker adjacent, so to speak. They could tap him to replace missing faces on the roster. I was raised on the Trion- Springer’s ship.”

“You knew SPRINGER?!”, squeaked Kickback.

“Yeah, unfortunately.”, she grimaced, “He’s a huge jerk, by the way. Don’t talk to him- he’s never liked Si-si, or Dri-dri, or Papa Birdy.”

“Feelin’s mutual.”

“Whirl, no.”, sighed Drift.

“Anyway... Come on.”, said Mimi, “We’d better get walking.”

“Walking?”

“Bad luck to drive in a graveyard, even if there’s roads.”, said Drift.

“It’s disrespectful too- unless it’s a hearse. Only exception.”, said Perceptor as gravel crunched under their feet, “Mostly because the hearse, or the coffin’s transport in general, is necessary. Bodies are heavy, and caskets are solid.”

“Why isn’t there any hearses around here, then?”, asked Chrona, before feeling the air crack like sugar glass. 

Mimi squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then spoke, “...Because it’s a memorial. For a mission that didn’t let anyone bring any remains home, Chrona.”

Chrona stuttered, and fell quiet. Dani and Kickback reached out in unison, catching Mimi’s hands.

“...Did you and Papaceptor. Know anyone on the mission?”

Mimi felt the air in her lungs chill over, and she nodded, “Yeah, li’l gremlins.”, she said with a weak half smile as her eyes began to leak, “I knew Top Spin, and Twin Twist. And Mister Magnus too. And I knew Rotorstorm, for a little while, and even Pyro and Guzzle and Auntie Verity. You remember Auntie Verity?”

“Yeah.”

“And... Uncle Ironfist. Uncle Fisi, I knew him too. And I... I knew Papaceptor.”

Quickdraw gasped.

“Papaceptor had to go on that mission, you see.”, she said, chest already jumping, “And... And very awful, terrible things happened. And so many people died, for... for nothing, really. For something the government needed.”

The family walked in silence, led by Mimi and Perceptor and the shine of tears.

“And only a few came back. Grandpap Kup. Pap Impactor, who you’ll meet today. Aunt Verity. Uncle Fisi. Springer. And Papa. And Mister Max. You might see him today too.”

The family noticed the crowd, the somber crowd, with Ultra Magnus of the Line Ambus the most somber of all as he stood upon the dais.

“Top Spin and Twin Twist were the first people I called Papa.”, whispered Mimi softly, “Before me and Papaceptor had anybody else.”

She smiled at her siblings, letting go of Dani and Kickback’s hands before hooking her arm with Perceptor.

They walked forward- ignoring salutes and red eyes as they walked up the stairs- weaponry heavy around and under their clothes. Magnus shook each of their hands, and nodded for them to go stand with the rest of the survivors of that ill-fated mission.

Kup patted Perceptor’s shoulder, eyes clouded slightly yet still sharp, and grinned at Mimi around his cigar.

Verity patted the seats next to her, her face lined past its years.

As Magnus’s voice sounded, Mimi let her eyes hover half-closed, letting her head lean against Perceptor’s shoulder as he patted her cold hand.

||She was a child again, patting the console and sobbing- tears were streaming, she had heard Papa’s voice, she HEARD it and why isn’t he home yet. Mister Magnus WHY he was supposed to be home in time for MOVIE TIME, don’t you understand that he PROMISED; you need to go save him! That’s what enforcers do, don’t they?

Her little prayers being met with fear and anxious hushing, the rumble of the engines as they circled the pickup zone frantically searching for a signal- for anything. Any signs of life.

She remembered the carnage come home. She remembered Fisitron and his odd eyes- they shook in place like he was always reading the world- his odd eyes closed and his face sickly pale.

She remembered Verity, blankly wiping smears of blood and tears and saliva from her face and armor and staying so silent no matter how many times Mimi’s tiny voice called her name.

And then Si-si - silent and cold and gone too far away for her to touch. Walking past her with weakening steps as she toddled behind him, calling for her Papa to wait- not so fast, her legs is only little.

“Si-si, why are you crying? Si-si- Don’t cry, I can help!”||

Perceptor patted her hand, seeing tears rolling down her face and she blinked herself back. Mimi looked at him, smiled weakly, and looked away- releasing him to take weakening steps to the podium- to let his voice sound out clarion and cold and edged in ice and blood.

Like it had so long ago.

Her prosthetic legs shifted, and she looked just in front of the popup stage they sat up to see headstones that guarded no bodies. Graves she knew held empty caskets.

She felt her stomach freeze over, felt her eyes dim down like permafrost.

And in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but be surprised her name wasn’t on a gravemarker; to memorialize the childhood that died the day the Wreckers came home.

[vzm]

how about soul eater!!!

haven’t heard of it | absolutely never watching | might watch | currently watching | dropped | hated it | meh | a positive okay | liked it | liked it a lot! | loved it | a favorite

soul eater is technically my like, first anime. its been so long since ive watched it though i remember almost nothing

don’t watch period | drop if not interested within 2-3 episodes | give it a go, could be your thing | 5 star recommendation

its hard to recommend as it HAS been a while but if you can trudge through the horny nonsense at the beginning it becomes pretty cool

fav characters: maka...

least fav characters: black star always kind of annoyed me

fav relationship: maka/chrona is Really Cute i think.

fav moment: literally like anything related to excalibur. its good jokes i think

headcanons/theories: uhhhhh chrona is a dyke. thank you

unpopular opinion: i dont really have any

how’d you find it: my brother’s friend was really into it and it was on netflix so i watched it

random thoughts: resonance and papermoon are such good openings its fucking incredible

send me an anime and i’ll answer the questions on this post

[nori-wings]

2, 4 and 5 for the anime thing

Hi!, thanks for sending all these asks ♥

2) Has an anime ever made you cry?

I just remember that I cried thanks to Zombie Land Saga, particularly because of the episode of Lily and her father.

4) If you could make a spin-off of any anime, what would it be?

One of Soul Eater when all of them have grown

ACTUALLY I PREFER A LONG ANIME, but it would be good to answer all those questions we have had for years (where is Maka’s mom?, would Blair return to her house some day?, it’s posible that Wes visits them?, could Maka save Chrona?, Soul is going to finally decide to stop being a stupid nerd and call Maka “angel” as she wants?)

5) List your top 5 anime’s

1) Soul Eater

2) Haikyuu

3) Fruits Basket

4) Shokugeki no Soma

5) Boku no hero academia

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Goldenvibe fic

Done long long ago when Legends of Tomorrow first aired after the Mick as Chronos, bounty hunter episode. Some actions may be OOC but they'll be an explanation in the end. As for OOCness personalities, I'm not sure how either of them would react to this is kind of thing so it's all in my head.

Cisco had just been in his living room after a unexpectedly peaceful day at S.T.A.R. labs and had been getting down to watching Rambo with a big bucket of popcorn and some coffee from Jitters when he heard a knocking at his door.

He went to open it, fully expecting Caitlin or Barry to be standing there with some urgent message or in need of love advice.

There stood, Lisa Snart with a lump of what looked like shattered diamonds.

This was strange. 11 at night and Lisa was holding diamonds in front of him at his house. How did she even remember his house? Their "date" (I.e. Kidnapping) was almost a year ago.

"Uh" Cisco mumbled "How do you know I live here?"

"I followed you from Jitters. Can you help me?" Lisa asked with a surprising urgency in her voice.

"Yeah, yeah, go on in" Cisco motioned for her to come inside the house. Something seemed really off here. It's been like 10 seconds and there had been no smirk or flirting or anything. It must have been serious serious. After all, she still hit on him when her brother was working with Lewis.

Lisa walked right into his living room where the movie was playing and placed the lump in his hands, "Can you fix my gun?"

"That was your gun!!!" Cisco shrieked, "What did you do with it?" He began to examine it from all sides. It hardly resembled a gun. With a closer look he could see a frozen magazine but that was the only thing that was recognizable. Some parts seemed to have been shattered.

"I'm going to have make a new one. Seriously, Lisa what did you do?"Cisco gasped, thinking of how long it would take to make a new one. 2 hours tops.

Lisa shifted from foot to foot "Doesn't matter. Can you make a new one?"

"Yeah probably. In 2 days, I have other work besides fixing your messes." Cisco said. He had expected some remark on how she was just trying to get some money but there was silence on her end.

Once he placed the "gun" on his work desk, he came back to the living room to tell her when she should come back to get it.

"Umm Cisco, how ruthless would you say Lenny is?" Lisa bit her lip, waiting for a answer. Eyes searching him questioningly.

Cisco frozed. How ruthless her brother was? Sounded a bit dangerous to answer. Like the dreaded "Am I fat" question neither could end well.

"I..I wouldn't know. I don't hang out with him during my free time or anything I think it's up to you to decide." Cisco replied.

Lisa sat on his couch and firmly gripped his arm.

"Well you've fought him. How ruthless is he?" She asked again, sternly. This was not the Lisa he knew. She was being dead-serious.

"Well I guess you could classify him as villainous." He thought back to when he was forced to tell him Barry's real identity, and then to the numerous heists and innocent civilians he carelessly murdered.

But he heard about his exploits from Rip, he's been really trying to help save the world and he never did reveal Barry's identity....

"Defiantly villainous but a good guy somehow.”  "Do you think he could ever end up like Da-Lewis?" Cisco stared into her eyes.  "Why do you ask?"

Lisa opened her mouth, then closed and opened again. Her eyes averted to the ceiling. “He hit me." she whispered.

"What" Cisco gasped. Okay, this this didn't happen. Leonard Snart did a lot of heartless stuff, but of all things he always cared for his sister, it just seemed impossible that he would hit her.

"He..he was drunk, and I was teasing him about how he could barely walk like a baby giraffe and then I guess I pushed him....and." She breathed a deep, shuddery breath "He was furious. He started yelling, and throwing his beer bottles. I tried to shoot him. Not lethally, just to calm him down but like I said, I'm slow. He got his gun first and so-” she motioned to his work desk at the "gun."

"You don't look that hurt" Cisco scanned her face, he could see a small cut at the top of her forehead but not much else.

"I don't think the bruises formed yet" She sighed "Then Mick, of all people, pulls him off me. I can't believe it, I should have done something. Kick him in the nuts or ugh.  I'm a grown woman and I I acted so weak! I just took it begging and crying for him to stop." 

Her eyes began to get watery, "The worst part, all I could hear was something about learning. Learning a lesson, just like Lewis. He even hit me.." Lisa stopped and took off her jacket, revealing a hastily done bandage on her left shoulder already bled through. The same place where she had shown Team Flash the scar.

"I, I" she heaved a deep sigh, staring at the wall.  "I’m so sorry. That sucks," Cisco broke in, then grimaced at his awful choice of words.  Lisa barely looked in his direction.  "I mean it's a lot worse than suckiness, it's horrible. He's your brother." "He raised me." Lisa put in, wearily. 

"I get the feeling" Cisco sensed her body stiffen, listening. "Umm a guy named Wells. He was on Team Flash. Keyword "Was" He was like a father to me, we did science and talked. All I wanted to do was make him proud, I felt like he was the only one who really got me." This time, Cisco sighed "It was all a masquerade. He was evil, he knew all of our secrets and weakness and..." Cisco stopped, he doubted the Snarts knew much about the whole parallel universes or Reverse Flash so he chose to stop talking about that. 

"I just felt horrible. Betrayed, guilty, really hurt. Like my father abandoned me" Silence, Cisco felt himself getting teary-eyed and moved to wipe his eyes. 

Lisa sniffed, looking away from him but leaned onto his shoulder. He chose not to move. Just felt the warmth of her head perfectly placed in the crook of his neck, and inhaled the smell of her shampooed hair. Smelled like apples. 

They stared like that for a while, staring at the wall. With the sounds of screaming on Rambo. Breathing steadily, silently crying.

Lisa made the first move to get up. Trying to rotate her shoulder.

"Wait," Cisco ran to his kitchen and got wrapping tape. "Life up your arm." He tore off the bandage easily and wrapped the new one around. He handed her package of wrapping tape and an ice bag "It should help with the other bruises."

"Thanks" Lisa gave a thin smile, she looked like she was about to say something else but chose not to. She walked to the door and turned around. "I'll come by again, and Cis, if you ever want to... I can listen." Lisa offered and then hugged him. 

Cisco almost let his jaw hang open. This had to be the weirdest night ever. "I'd love that." Then he had a brillant idea, or a very stupid one depending on her reaction.

He kissed her.  It was wonderful. Her lips smelled of honeydew and she took charge forcing his lips open, dee pinging until Cisco felt dizzy. He needed oxygen but he didn't want to let go. He just wanted it to go deeper and deeper, getting hotter.

"Returning the favor I see.." Lisa said when Cisco reluctantly let go, the familiar carefree smirk returning to her face. 

"See you Wednesday, Golden Glider." Cisco smiled. Okay, I'll explain.. Why would Leonard hit her? Okay imagine Mick decided to get a greater revenge than just killing her over and over. Traumatized them both and ruin their relationship. How? Somehow Mick and Chronas go to 2016 and Mick gives Leonard a Devil's Breath (it's this drug that makes the person act normal but they obey whatever is suggested (it's a date rape drug) but the worst part is that it stop memory function. So you literally will never remember the event because the memory never formed. I got the idea from SVU).

So when Lisa is teasing him, Mick just commands Leonard in his ear to act like Lewis the next time she teases him, and then casually leaves to get another beer at the bar. Then the whole scene happens and brings us here. Leonard did the horrible act but won't know it. How's that for evil plan?

I wanted to expand upon her feelings of hurt and betrayal but I’m not sure if I conveyed it well. But hope it was enjoyable nonetheless.

[bunnygirllover45]

Hii!! I’m kinda obsessing over the Idea of Johann before he kidnapped his darling, going out to buy clothes and him just enjoying it WAY more than Darling. Like bro’s INTO it, picking out dresses and making darling do a fashion show for him?? Just wanted to put this thought out there lol. Idk if he’d actually do that but I can dream,,,, Anyways that’s all— thank you!!!!

Anon you're into some shit rn and I totally agree with you. Johann would do that 100%. TW: Darling had a past relationship that wasn't too nice, mentions of body insecurity, hints of dollification but it's Johann who are we talking about this is obvious by now.

Your past relationship before Johann wasn't the best, you weren't used to him buying you stuff so carelessly or taking you every other day. At first, it was a little hard to get accustomed to the sudden change, but eventually, you started to like it. Except for the part where you and he had to go to the clothing store. Each time Johann stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of a date to point at a cute outfit sitting in the window of a random store, a part of you internally screamed for him not to drag you inside.

Speaking about that— "You like these? These frills might be itchy on your skin though..." —yes, you were trapped inside another store again. Taking in a deep breath you stared at Johann, then at the dress he was holding. No matter how often you told him you either didn't like this style of clothing or that it wouldn't look good in it, he still made you buy and wear the stuff. Of course, he only made you wear it when both of you were alone, there's no way he'd let you look this adorable in front of someone else.

You wondered how many more clothes he could buy you, after all, even if Johann made sure to visit you almost every day, his job kept him from being with you all the time. Most of the time he kept some of the clothes in his house too, he had a 'special place for them', out of context that phrase could be worrying, but Johann was such a sweetheart behind that stoic exterior that you didn't really question it. As he grabbed another piece of clothing you shot your hands to grab his forearm, squeezing softly as you smiled up to him. "J-Johann, I don't think I'd look good on that. I have many dresses back at home too, you shouldn't buy mo—" But before you could even finish you felt Johann leaning down to whisper against your ear, his voice soft and secretive. "I think you'd look good in anything." the ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. "I've always wanted to take care of someone as precious as you, would you let me do that?" There was serious longing in his voice. From all the past experiences you had with him, you clearly noticed that ache to fulfill a role that Johann always had. Taking care of you during dates, making sure you didn't get sick, and even aftercare with him was a blissful experience. All the things he told you about feeling empty and without a purpose in life, it's like a part of him has been waiting all this time to have this, to have you. You stood stunned, questioning if you should feel even more embarrassed or prideful, he looked at you with an adoration written in his eyes that made you shiver, and you felt a little guilty at how much you enjoyed it. "Here, we can buy these and try them out at home, how does that sound?" You nodded, giving him a compliant smile as you reached to hug his arm. "Okay... thank you." One hand snaked its way around your waist, squeezing slightly as he kissed you on the top of the head, nuzzling against it. "You're welcome, baby."

[ivangeleenichirux3]

92 question tag thing

I was tagged by @bts-roleplay

(Though I don’t feel the best right now i’ll do this for you because i’ll forget)

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

THE LAST: 1. Drink: Strawberry kiwi snapple (i have an addiction to this drink ok) 2. Phone call: My auntie 3. Text message: college buddies group chat 5. Time you cried: Today, I do it every day so...

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: yes and I regret giving them that second chance 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: multiple times 8. Been cheated on: too many times to count... 9. Lost someone special: multiple people... no one sticks around in my life really.. 10. Been depressed: EVERY FUCKING DAY OK 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Not yet. just wait till I’m 21. I’ll make myself forget.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: Red, Black, Purple

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yes, and im grateful to them for making me feel worth something. 16. Fallen out of love: I’ve only fallen in love once and I’m honestly still not over her... 17. Laughed until you cried: once or twice yes. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: It happens when your that unattractive overweight kid.. 19. Met someone who changed you: yeah and it was probably for the worst... 20. Found out who your friends are: I thought I did once but i have a hard time with it now since everyone always leaves and forget... i may have 1 person that I can call a true friend and ive never even met her IRL 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: idek tbh...

GENERAL 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them I usually don’t accept request from strangers unless they share the same interest 23. Do you have any pets: Yes I Have many I have 2 mice currently named YinJin and V-Yang. A dog named Noona. A hedgehog named Chrona and 2 Roosters named HeiHei and Fluffy. 24. Do you want to change your name: Maybe. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: After the weekend of my birthday passed I went back to my dorm and celebrated with my friend who surprised me with a cake and a cute banner. 26. What time did you wake up: 9:15am? 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Getting ready for bed. 28. Name something you can’t do: Smile naturally. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: She visited me on my grad day and stayed around for 3 day. So it was 2-3 years ago? 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Myself  31. What are you listening right now: 4 O’Clock By V and Rapmon 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Does a character in a roleplay count?

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: fake friends.. 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr/Youtube

LAST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: i have 2 specific moles that always get noticed one on my left shoulder and one on my right hip. 36. Mark/s: Wrist scars at least 20 and scars on my knees as well as  between my pointer and middle finger on my left hand. 37. Childhood dream: When I was a kid I legit wanted to be one of those people who would collect venom for venomous snakes to heal people who have been bitten. 38. Haircolor: I was grapemon for a while but it faded so now it’s a red brown color. 39. Long or short hair: It’s getting long but I don’t like it. it’s down to my shoulders now. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: No..I honestly will never trust anyone enough to even remotely like them like that. (unless its hobi or suga they are my forever crushes XD) 41. What do you like about yourself: Next question.. 42. Piercings: Ears, Tongue,Nose 43. Bloodtype: O+

44. Nickname: Melly, Melon, MelMel, Mel 45. Relationship status: single 46. Zodiac: Pisces 47. Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them 48. Favorite TV Show: Return of superman 49. Tattoos: Nothing yet, i’m super broke so... but I would like some I already have design for 2 I want atmost 4 50. Right or left hand: Right handed 51. Surgery: Nope thank goodness 52. Hair dyed in different color: Red and purple. 53. Sport: soccer, shooting, archery, baseball 55. Vacation: S. Korea or japan is where I want to go or maybe just go to my birthplace Puerto Rico 56. Pair of trainers: ???

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: Nothing I literally had 1 meal today 58. Drinking: nothing 59. I’m about to: draw a bit more and go shower 61. Waiting for:  the weekend so i can see my children 63. Get married: I don’t want to anymore... 64. Career: illustration/ animation

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: Kisses, hugs are ok but I personally like kisses more 66. Lips or eyes: i like both but maybe lips just because i get a bit uncomfy lookign at peoples eyes 67. Shorter or taller: taller tbh 68. Older or younger: Either. Each girl I’ve dated has always been younger 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Either 71. Sensitive or loud: Why do I have to pick? I’d like someone like hobi (he is both) 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship. hook ups make me awkward afterwards... 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker, since im usually the hesitant one i need someone to balance me out.

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger: yes, Mostly at convention when I played the pocky/pepero game with people. 75. Drank hard liquor: yeah, im not a big hard liquor fan tbh 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nope 77. Turned someone down: yeah. most of the time I feel so bad that I cry after 78. Sex on the first date: Ive never been on a date so... 79. Broken someone’s heart: Idk maybe? 80. Had your heart broken: EVERY-FUCKIGNRALTIONSHIP-IVE-HAD-OMG-IM-SO-DONE-WITH-RELATIONSHIPS-BECAUSE-OF-THIS. 81. Been arrested: Nah 82. Cried when someone died: Only once 83. Fallen for a friend: Yeah...

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: Nope, I am utter trash 85. Miracles: I guess. 86. Love at first sight: Yeah, She broke my heart but I’m still not over her.. she was the first and only one... 87. Santa Claus: No 88. Kiss on the first date: No way unless its like a cute innocet cheek kiss. I’m ok with those 89. Angels: How can you ask that When Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin exist?

OTHER: 90. Current best friends name: Do I even Have one anymore 91. Eye color: Brown 92. Favorite movie: Spirited Away has always been and always will be

Here you go I guess. 

Do I really have to tag people?

Fine.

I Tag: @ask-the-kpop-lightsticks @noonaxchrissy @facelessscar @ask-camboy-hobi @squaretilla @shingekicornwrites @ask-artist-jin 

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Fledgling

You float in the pool where the soundtrack is canned You go ask your questions, like “What makes a man?”

Expectations are a motherfucker.

Quickdraw hugged his knees, leaning against Mimi as she rubbed his back and soothed the hiccuping noises coming from his narrow chest. His black eye hidden by his arms and his torn shirt hanging loosely on his frame he whimpered his faults between the soft “Sssshshshsh” coming from his big sister.

“You know our dads love you no matter what, Qd. And no one knows ‘em like we do.”

“You’re just fine the way you are, I promise.”

Day in and day out- he stared at his reflection. Flicking the side of his front teeth with a thumbnail and hating the gap between them, the way they didn’t seem to fit in with his widened double canines. His cupid’s bow and the softness of his lips, the sharpness showing in his cheekbones and the thick waves in his hair that ate through brushes and combs alike.

He tugged at the chopped shirt he wore- the edge hanging well above his navel and showing the lanky skinniness and isolated roundness of his stomach in the center of a birdlike torso.

He was broken stone and vines, he was a battered shrine to his parent’s legacies that he felt like he was failing with every displeased look and every disappointed P.E. teacher.

He flexed his arms, sighing at the uneven muscle blooming under skin and over bone and felt tears bubbling up in gold eyes before he hugged himself around his narrow chest and bit his lip until the skin tore again and leaked violent red over cashmere skin until the door creaked open and he nearly screamed.

Whirl stood behind him, face worried and patch absent to show the wild scarring around a milk-white and dead eye.

“...Kiddo, c’mon. Talk to me sweetheart.”

“D-Dad I-I-I- It’s nothing I-I’m f-fine-”

His stammer rising in time with his anxiety and a gurgle in his stomach as he clapped a hand over his mouth and hiccuped burning. A nod of Whirl’s head and Quickdraw leaned over the toilet and let his stomach expel nothing but his worries and retched his mourning- tears bubbling up over his cheeks as he heard Brainstorm and Drift’s worried calls from the living room.

“I’s alright, his stomach’s just upset!”

An answering murmur, the sound of Drift fumbling with the phone to contact Ratchet or First Aid or who knew who else as Quickdraw’s long fingers curled into fists and his tears came faster and thicker and he swore they were viscous and sticking to him like shoplifting ink.

He cried in cornstarch as he mourned the falsehood calling Whirl his father felt like.

Whirl rubbed Quickdraw’s back, softly hushing the muted whimpers that escaped nervous nausea as the adolescent’s heaves finally calmed and quieted and he returned to his forlorn vigil in front of the mirror- brushing the teeth he wouldn’t look at and dodging the teary eyes he hated recognizing as his own.

He rinsed his mouth of the final traces of terror and Whirl put a hand on his shoulder.

“Mimi told me you had trouble with your P.E. teacher again; do I gotta go down to the school and give him a fuckin’ piece of my mind?”

“He gave me trouble BECAUSE you did that.”, rasped Quickdraw- before the dam broke. Wiry shoulders shook and his arms held against his chest as those sugarsyrup tears came back like cast resin and his breathing shuddered, “B-Bec-vause I’m n-no Wrecker’s SON!”

Whirl froze, something vicious flickering in his good eye before it was blinked away and he turned Quickdraw to face him, “What did you just say.”

“N-No one b-believes I-I’m your b-boy!”, he sobbed, “B-Because I-I’m so s-soft!”

“Who in the hell-”

“B-Because I l-look girly and g-g-g-g-”

“Deep breaths, young’n. Deep breaths, and speak slow okay?”

“Th-They say I l-look gay a-and I can’t b-be Whirl’s son-n.”, he hiccuped, coughing bitterly once, “A-And they j-joke I’m ado-dopted since Whirl wouldn’t h-have such a stupid soft kid like m-me!”

He leaned his head forward, sobbing hoarsely again as his lanky jackdaw limbs uncurled and wrapped around his father’s waist in a desperate bid to stay on Earth instead of flying away on his own wheezed crying, “A-And it’s f-fucking HARD dad I’m trying so HARD to make you and p-papa and everyone proud but e-every DAY I hear this-”

Whirl hugged his son tightly, trying desperately to calm him, to soothe his worries and fears and flaws and perfections as the boy broke into little glass shards all over the floor- weeping his morningdew and carnation petals and wisteria all over the tile floor.

Whirl gently loosened Quickdraw’s hold, getting down onto a creaking knee and holding his boy’s sharp face in his warmed steel hands. His thumbs stroked over sharp cheekbones and the beginning of Brainstorm’s keen smirk and sharp frown and pouty lips and feels his heart break that his boy can’t see the beauty waiting to bloom in softness.

“Don’t you EVER listen to pieces of shit like that, Quickdraw- you hear me?”, he said, his voice a paternal growl even as stardust leaked from Quickdraw’s eyes in rivers, “You are MY BOY, and I have NEVER been prouder of you, you understand me?! Those pieces of shit don’t have a damn clue about me, and they never will- hell, they’re probably the same fucking dumbasses who gave me shit about my hair. I got long hair and steal Papa Bee’s shirts all the time, who gives a shit. So you wear half shirts, baby boy you got too much torso like me and that gets sweaty and fuckin’ itchy when you run! And boy you run everywhere! Not your fault those pieces of shit look like the corpses of Barbies used as Chrona’s chewies when she was a li’l pocket potato.”

Quickdraw hiccuped a giggle.

“Anyone who’s gotta problem with you can fuckin’ take it up with me. What they think don’t matter. They give you shit? Call me. Right then and there- ah, ah, ah; I don’t CARE if phones ain’t allowed! I’ll punt a teenager, I’ll clock a principal! Papa Whirl gives ZERO fucks if his baby bird is bein’ harassed, you got it? And if they really piss me off, I’ll hand ‘em over to Brainstorm and Percy and really watch the fur and feathers fly.”

Whirl huffed, smoothing Quickdraw’s hair out of his face as the boy blinked owlishly. The tears had slowed at least, and his breathing only shivered a little behind his birdcage ribs.

“You are my li’l canary-boy; you’re my dino-baby and you’re Quickdraw and that’s fuckin’ aces to me, got it? You don’t dissapoint me, you ain’t ‘failing the legacy’ or what the fuck ever just cause you like makeup or doin’ your nails or wearin’ skinny jeans or someshit. Hell, ask Papa Percy some of the ridiculous shit I got up to with my appearance; he still hates half my tattoos and don’t get ‘im STARTED on the piercings I got.”

“S-So I’m n-not a bad kid f-for not being strong and tough like y-you?”

It hit Whirl like a lightning bolt, and his eye widened until it watered.

“...Quickdraw, Qd- Nothin’ makes me happier than knowin’ you got a gentle soul.”, he said softly, pulling his son back into a hug, “Nothin’ brings me as much joy as knowin’ you and your sister got so much love in your li’l bodies, are you kiddin’ me? Qd, I spent so many damn years runnin’ on hellfire and hatred that I was SCARED of havin’ kids... I was so scared they’d be like I was, cold and cruel and sharp and angry. Seein’ you and your sisters in your little blanket forts and watchin’ sappy movies? Seein’ you bring home puppies and kits you found walkin’ home cause you were scared they’d be hurt? I knew right then you weren’t gonna carry my scars and rage and that brought me more peace than I ever thought possible.”

Whirl got to his feet, lifting his son easily and feeling spindly limbs coil and cling as he reached behind him and opened the door fully.

“You and your sibs taught me I still got love in me, cause you all have so much in you and ANYONE who tells you bein’ ‘soft’ in a world like this is wrong? I’m gonna make ‘em learn why they called me a Polyhexian Devil. My fists are reinforced now, and they’re just ASKIN’ to find out how much.”

Brainstorm stood outside the door, face livid and high in color as Quickdraw buried his face into Whirl’s shoulder and hiccuped softly again. He followed Whirl and their son back out to the couch, curled up next to them and gently brushed lab-scuffed knuckles against his boys teardamp face until he opened watery sunrise eyes.

“Quickdraw.”, said Brainstorm firmly.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Your fathers, your family, says you are perfect the way you are.”, said Brainstorm firmly, “At the end of the day, nothing else matters- all you need to worry about is us... and You. Are you happy, with who you are?”

“I-I think I’m p-pretty cool.”

“Then fuck everyone else. If you like yourself, no one else’s opinions matter; and when you get a little older? Not even your dads’s opinions matter anymore. If you love yourself, everyone else can either fall in step or fuck right off out the door.”

A kiss to Quickdraw’s forehead.

“And if that means, my li’l munchkin wants to wear pretty things? Then rock it. If anyone complains, we’ll take care of ‘em.”

“And yeah, I’m goin’ to your school next week Qd.”, growled Whirl, “Me an’ your P.E. teacher are gonna have a nice long talk in the parking lot.”

“Give him a busted eye socket from me, babe.”

Quickdraw giggled thickly at Brainstorm’s request, complete with fluttering eyelashes.

Whirl squeezed his son once more for good measure before loosening his hold and letting Quickdraw shift down to fit perfectly between his parents as Brainstorm hugged him around bony shoulders.

“Become whoever you want, whoever you feel like being, baby boy.”, said Brainstorm softly as he planted a kiss against Quickdraw’s wavy mop of hair, “We’re ALL proud of you, as long as you’re being true to yourself.”

“Ok-kay.”, he said, a hiccup breaking the word in half like a cracking lock on a door he hadn’t realized he hid behind, a wardrobe made of barbed words and stuffed full of all the things he dreamed of being.

[x-mentalia]

Thank you for your submission, the mods have accepted your application into the ring. Please have your blog ready by 06/02! Name: Laura Fontaine

Country: APH Belgium

Alias (Optional): Chrona

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 32

Species (Mutant/Human): Mutant

Group (X-Men/Brotherhood/Civilians/Government): X-Men

Appearance (1-2 Paras):

Laura stands at about five foot three inches or 160cm tall. She has green eyes and chin length blonde hair. Her build is fairly soft and graceful and she is a lot stronger than she appears to be at first. Although she is short and somewhat unintimidating at first, the Belgian woman is not afraid to let that lure people into a false sense of security. Laura enjoys tying her hair back when at her job or in costume. She has fair skin that freckles a bit in the sun.

Laura’s sense of style is feminine and practical. Even when she is not being active doing missions or hero work, she is running around after children or her son. She fully believes it is possible to have a functional wardrobe and also make it look good.

Face Claim (OCs must answer): Léa Seydoux

Personality ( 1-2 Paras with 3 Strengths and 3 Weaknesses ):

When one first meets Laura, the first impression that she usually gives off is someone who is bright and happy. Laura cares deeply for her family and loved ones and will rise up to protect them and innocent people who she perceives to be in danger. Laura is very good with children, and has been proven to be encouraging and patient when the time calls for it.

On the other side of the coin though, Laura can be incredibly stubborn and can hold a grudge for a while if someone really harms her family. She also has been known to be a bit bossy at times and rather nosy, sometimes asking questions that she really does not need the answer to. This has tempered some as she has grown up being a single mother for the most part but there are still times where old habits rear their ugly head. Laura also has the tendency to overthink decisions that need to be made, especially if they involve her powers, and will second guess herself.

At the end of the day, Laura is a survivor. She faced a nearly impossible situation that broke her heart but still found the strength to keep going. And she didn’t just keep her head down and survive, she ended up thriving for the most part. She threw her all into caring for her son and her students and eventually everyone else when she finally answered the call and allied herself with the X-men.

Strengths: Kind hearted, Independent, Good with kids, Strong, Hard working, Intelligent

Weaknesses: Nosy, Stubborn, Overthinks things, Holds grudges, Bossy at times, Not very good at letting people know when something bothers her.

Backstory (2-3 Paras):

Laura was born on April 19th, 1985 to David and Annemarie Fontaine. She had a mostly normal childhood in Brussels, Belgium with a loving family. Her powers remained latent for the first decade or so of her life and only began revealing themselves when the Belgian reached puberty. Since her abilities are not super flashy, she remained mostly under the radar from the public until a young and impulsive Laura first tried suiting up and joined the number of mutants in Europe. The environment there was not as suspicious of mutants as United States but she still tried to keep her two lives separate.

Laura fell in love in secondary school with one Benjamin Vandroogenbroeck and they had a whirlwind romance. Unfortunately, as young people in love can be, they were not as careful as they should have been and Laura ended up becoming pregnant at the age of 17 in her final year of secondary school. Laura was nothing but determined though and she didn’t let that stop her. She married Benjamin and on June 15th, 2003 they welcomed Henri, their son, into the world.

She started University that fall with Benjamin and her family helping her care for her son and balancing school at the same time. Having a son made Laura take a step back from hero work since she had to focus on her personal life.

Unfortunately, another tragedy was about to fall on their little family. Before Henri was even one year old, Benjamin was killed as collateral damage from a villain attacking Brussels. The villain was defeated by other mutants in the city but Laura’s family was forever changed. She began to rely even more heavily on the support of her family, ultimately going back to her maiden name but leaving Henri with his father’s last name in Benjamin’s honor. Her younger sister Iris was a rock during this time of her life. Laura continued on with school though since she had already started and even continued on to get her master’s degree and her teaching certifications.

Once she graduated from University she received a job offer from a civilian school in the States. Henri was just turning 6 and although it was difficult to leave her support system, she and Henri left for America in late summer of 2009. Henri began school and began thriving and Laura enjoyed working as a teacher. She quickly got the feeling that mutants were much more at risk in America and worked to keep her powers under wraps for the sake of her son maintaining a more normal life. Especially as it became apparent that he did not inherit the mutant gene.

The years passed and eventually Laura received an invitation to teach at Xavier’s School for Gifted Children to help the younger students there. She lives outside of the mansion with Henri but worked out an agreement that her son can stay in the mansion if she is ever called out on a mission with the X-Men. The two of them have reached a new normal and Henri is now 14, almost 15 while Laura is 32.

Mutant Questions

Ability: Time Manipulation

Her ability manifests in a few different ways as listed below:

Slowing or Stopping time to others while moving freely. Laura creates a “bubble” around herself with the affected time flow and it can expand to be about the size of a closed room. She can also bring another person with her into this bubble as well if she needs to. Occasionally this gives her the appearance of moving at accelerated speeds or even teleporting to nearby areas but really it is just her messing with time because the time around her is moving slower than how it seems to everyone else.

Temporal Rewind. Not to be confused with her acceleration or slowing of time. She is always very careful with this ability to go back in time and rarely uses it unless things are dire.

Temporal cognition and awareness. Laura knows exactly what time it is, even when she is messing with the flow of time, and she can identify time travelers and anomalies in the timeline. This is how she knows not to change things too drastically.

Drawbacks/Limits of the ability:

While Laura’s abilities seem vast, there are some major restrictions that she has to deal with that limits her abilities. Laura going back time works a lot like the time turners in Harry Potter where she cannot change events that she knows happened. Laura also has no way of going to the future at all or knowing what is to come. The past has already happened and is stable but the future has so many possibilities that there is no way she could jump ahead and return without altering the current timeline. She also cannot bring people back with her into the past at all and she can only go back a day at the most. Using this ability completely wipes her out and she cannot double up and go back to that time again. She just has one chance or else the timeline gets too unstable.

With slowing and stopping time there are not as many drawbacks and it is easier for her since time is still moving forward or just pauses briefly. It drains her to stop time completely and when she brings others with her it drains her even more. Laura has an easier time messing with the flow of time in enclosed spaces like a single room without a lot of people in it than anywhere else. Her other abilities don’t drain her energy at all although it can be a bit annoying knowing exactly what time it is no matter when.

Non-mutant Question

Why would a mutant care about your existence? (Important if you’re grouped with the X-Men or Magneto): N/A

Lit Writing Sample:

Someone close to you has just discovered you are a mutant, how does your muse react before the other can reveal their feelings?

The evening began normally enough. Laura had finished her teaching for the day and had picked her son up from his after school childcare on her way home. While she always felt a bit guilty about not picking Henri up herself, the seven year old understood and seemed to enjoy his time with his friends that he had made there. Once the two of them had arrived home she began preparing their dinner while Henri worked on his homework at the kitchen table. She was always there if he had questions to help point him in the right direction.

Today though, something was bothering her son. She could tell. He was not focusing on his school work at all really and kept sneaking glances towards her as if he was thinking hard about something.

“Hey, Maman?” the boy asked, finally setting down his pencil. It seemed that he had decided it was time to bring up what was on his mind.

“Yes? Is something the matter, Bud?” she replied, turning to face Henri and giving him a reassuring smile.

“Um… well, today at school… we started learning about mutants and some of their history… and… it made me start doing some thinking.” Henri continued, trying to put his thoughts into words. “It made me think about some of the times where you seemed to move more quickly than normal or when you were suddenly just there. And… I just was curious if you were one of them? One of the mutants?”

Laura stilled at the question. She had not really thought that Henri would bring up this topic quite yet. Mutants were not really talked about as openly back in Europe as they were here so maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised. Her son’s face betrayed nothing about his thoughts on the matter except curiosity and she realized she was going to have to be honest with him and try to explain it the best that she could. Although she had tried not to use her abilities around Henri as often, her son was still smarter than most people gave him credit for with his somewhat goofy personality.

“Well, yes. Yes I suppose I am a mutant.” Laura explained carefully, “I was born with some abilities involving time although I don’t use them as much anymore. After your Papa died I was too focused on caring for you and going to school and I began only really using them to protect you if you were in danger. But I am still the same person as I have always been. I just have some extra abilities that you now know about that we need to keep secret, okay?”

Henri was quiet for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah, okay. A lot of what they told us about in school were about mutants who did bad things but there were some good ones too. You are one of the good ones, right?” he asked, tilting his head.

Laura laughed quietly and went over to ruffle her son’s hair. “Yes, of course I was when I was still active. And maybe one day I will be active again but right now I just want to do my most important job yet. Being a good mom to you. But in order for me to continue keeping you safe we have to keep this quiet, okay? The other kids may make trouble if they knew that and we could be in danger.”

Henri pulled an annoyed face and tried to duck out from under her hand before laughing. “Yeah, okay. I won’t tell them. It can be a secret! Almost like a spy!”

Laura grinned and nodded before she went to go back to check on their dinner. “I suppose that is close enough. And you don’t want to blow my cover too early, right?”

“Right!” Henri exclaimed before picking up his pencil and started working on his school work once more. He seemed more at ease now that he had finally asked the question that had been bothering him.

Laura let out an internal sigh of relief. That had gone about as well as she could have expected and she counted her blessings that the two of them had a close bond already. It would take more than this to shake the two of them. It certainly helped that Henri was still young and had not grown up to fear mutants like a lot of his classmates. Perhaps it was for the best that he found out now so she could continue to help him as he learned more, both about the good and the bad.

[bunnygirllover45]

chrona have you watched round 7 of alnst yet...........

I did! it's funny how my reaction was different to everyone else i know, I had like five friends crying in my dm's and I was here collecting screenshots of Luka like they're my little treasures. Love my deranged husband, he did all of it and I don't care he looked hot while doing it. Blink gone is a great song too, the symbolism of the lyrics and the name is very funny to me for some reason.

[bunnygirllover45]

Well now I fear we need a kin list reveal,,, /hj

Thank you for your scrumptious art it tickles the dark part of my brain :33

I'll be shooting myself after this post I can't believe I'm exposing myself like this online. My kin list is such a mess...

[bunnygirllover45]

hi ah- do you still consider johann your selfsona? if so i enjoy the parasocial thing we got going on lol (assuming I didnt confuse him with someone else...) nonetheless i really love everything you share here.. i never really enjoyed more 'dominant' yanderes but this hits the spot very good... anyway thanks for taking the time to show us the cool things you draw n write!

I think I stopped considering Johann as a selfsona as soon as I began adding lore to him (idk if some people actually add lore to their self-inserts I just don't consider it's like my self-insert anymore because of it lol) some parts of him are still me in a sense but that could be true for all my characters as well. One of the biggest compliments I've received is telling me I actually made dom yans that are appealing to people who aren't really into them. Sometimes I feel it's really hard to make a dom character without making it cringy or saying cringy stuff (Sadly, I have seen my fair share of booktok mafia fics), so I'm glad you think they're good anon.