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lena-in-a-red-dress · 4 years

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Legacy is a Lonely Color [a post 5x11 ficlet]

If there is one person Lena would least expect to see standing on her balcony, it's Winslow Schott.

She'd seen the news about the Toyman, and admittedly felt a pang of regret that the shift in reality had so ill-served such a bright personality. But the man on her balcony doesn't have the manic glee Lena glimpsed in the news footage. Instead, the smile that greets her with a small wave is calm, his gaze steady as he regards her through the glass.

Curiosity spurs Lena to open the door, though she can imagine what has brought a Legionnaire to her doorstep.

"Good to see you're not insane," she greets as Winn steps inside her office. "Or should I be worried about any cymbal-clapping monkeys rolling around here?"

"Har har," he retorts. He turns towards her as though reaching for a friendly hug, but stops short when Lena stiffens and turns away. He diverts his intention by sucking in a deep breath. "Nope, no murderous monkeys this time. But if you're interested, I know a guy."

He clicks his tongue with a wink and a pair of finger guns, and Lena fails to keep a smile from pulling at her lips. Mutual grins linger between them for a long moment, before Winn's fades and Lena remembers herself.

"What are you doing, Lena?"

Lena folds her arms stiffly across her chest, jaw clenching as she squares her shoulders against the accusation that falls softly in the evening shadows.

"Excuse me?"

"Non Nocere? J'onn showed me what almost happened, and Lena-- this is not the way."

Leveling her very best Luthor glare at the Legionnaire. "I'm curious, Agent Schott... do I miraculously survive into the 23rd century?"

Winn blinks, his features scrunching in confusion. "Um-- no...?"

"Then I'm curious as to when we became friends enough that you can presume to know anything about me."

To her surprise, Winn only smiles, even as he ducks his head as though to hide it. "No... I know. We're not friends. In fact it's really my only true regret about going with the Legion."

Lena doesn't understand. Despite the high-octane circumstances of thor previous encounters, they never became personal. Perhaps, over time, they could have been true friends, but Winn had been long gone before Lena was admitted so deep into Kara's circle.

Sensing her confusion, Winn continues.

"Yeah, turns out when people in the future know you used to hang with the OG Supergirl, they want to know everything. Including what you know about her brilliant and beautiful best friend Lena Luthor."

Lena scowls. "Your future has its details wrong. We're not friends."

Winn's lips pull into a grimace. "Yeah. I heard that too."

"If this is some kind of ploy for me to--"

"Kara doesn't know I'm here. She's not that kind of person."

Resentment coils in its nest, deep in her chest. Lena's fingers tighten painfully on her biceps. "Well, I'm sure you have reason to believe that."

Winn's lips pinch together, but he moves on. "Anyway, my point is that those guys knew more about you than I did. And the more I learned trying to catch up, the more I wished I'd made more of an effort to know you when I had the chance. I mean, I always knew I liked you-- you're AWESOME-- but I didn't realize just how much."

Lena shakes her head. She's had enough lip service to last her a lifetime, anf she has no interest in empty words from Kara's closest friend--let alone one who doesn't look like he'll be abandoning the future to rectify the situation. "We're both intelligent people, Mr. Schott. We both know you're not here to learn my favorite color and braid my hair. And knowing your history with Supergirl and her friends, I'm going to cut to the chase: there's nothing you can say to me tonight or two hundred years from now that will convince me to trust her again." She is done giving second chances. She is done offering her heart to others and having it returned to her in pieces. But Winn regards Lena with a smile that rests on his features with a maturity she doesn't remember seeing before. "The only person you need to trust again is yourself." A jolt arcs clean through Lena's core. It takes all her control not to recoil from the soft accusation, but Winn must see the reflexive flinch, because the next thing she knows, warm hands take her by the shoulders. Somehow the soft touch lays her bare, slicing through the bubble that's surrounded her since the night she killed her brother. Tears spring unbidden to her eyes. "No one can survive as an island. Not even the great Lena Luthor." Winn's own smile turns damp, even as it broadens. "El mayarah." Just like that, Lena's defenses snap back up. She blinks away her sudden emotion, scoffing. "Another load of--" Winn interrupts her curse. "Stronger together isn't just Supergirl's motto," he tells her. "It's L-Corp's too." Lena freezes. L-Corp? That means-- she stares at Winn in question, but he doesn't elaborate. "Non Nocere is not your legacy." He says it with such certainty that Lena can't find any protest within her. "Trust yourself," Winn says, "and you will find your way. Whether or not that way lies with Supergirl is up to you. But if you abandon yourself... you'll be lost forever." She's already lost. Lena knows it, however much she tries to deny. Non Nocere was as much about DOING something as it was about fixing something. It's all the more clear now that her company is Lex's again and she has absolutely nothing to show for the last four years of her life. But maybe it's not gone for good. Maybe Lena has a future ahead of her after all. And now she has a direction in how to get there. "It was good to see you." Winn pulls away, and backs up towards the balcony. When he floats to step onto the rail of the balcony, Lena calls out. "Winn." He pauses, pivoting to face her recklessly enough to make Lena's heart lurch in alarm. She swallows it down, though, and focuses on him rather than the drop at his heels. "Are you really not going to ask why I have the interface cube from your ship?" He's got to have noticed it missing by now. But his eyebrows lift indiscernably. "Do you really think I wouldn't know a piece of 23rd century tech when I see it?" Winn affects an innocent shrug. "I don't know what you're talking about." Leaning against the doorframe, Lena folds her arms with a smirk of her own. "I think I would have liked to know you too, Mr. Schott." Her confession earns a grin, and another wink. "Catch you around, Miss Luthor." With that, Winn spreads his arms wide and simply tips himself backwards, plunging into empty space. Just as a cry catches in Lena's throat, his head pops back into view, gleeful and giggling. "I've always wanted to do that!" And there goes Earth's very own Legionnaire, zooming up towards the cloud covered sky. Lena watches him go, her thoughts racing as swiftly as he flies. In the days that follow, his words continue tumble about Lena's brain. She weighs them carefully, lets them lead down a multitude of potential paths until she settles on the one that suits her best. It's risky, with a high probabilty of failure, but alternatives leave her with more certain, but less favorable outcomes. And there is always one way she can up her odds. She bites the bullet late one evening and knocks loudly on a beige metal door on the rent-controlled side of down. The sound is almost lost in the laughter she can hear from within, but in just a few moments the knob turns and the door opens to reveal Kara Danvers gaping on the other side. "Lena!" she blurts, cheeks flushing. "You're here!" Lena shrugs. "Well, it is second-friday." Game night. Kara steps aside, and Lena deigns to step inside. As she does she, she casts a cursory glance across the stunned faces staring at her. Only Brainy seems to be missing, but his seat is filled neatly by Winn, whose eyes crinkle behind a disguise of glasses and nothing else. Her own seat has been comandeered by William Dey, who regards her with a stare that feels particularly loathsome. Reflexively, Lena does the math since his arrival in National City, and has to swallow the scoff that scrapes up her throat. Kara invites a coworker she hates in a third of the time it took Lena to earn her inclusion. It doesn't surprise Lena. Not now. "Don't worry," she delivers, half to Kara and half to the staring audience. "I'm not here to participate. Not that you're low on numbers." Kara comes even with her, eyes wide and unblinking, as though Lena might disappear in an instant. "Then... why are you here?" she asks. "Is everything okay?" "No," Lena clips shortly. She revels in the flinch she earns. Nothing is okay. Kara knows that. "H-how can we help?" Kara stammers. "You can't. I have a job for Supergirl." William Dey, of all people, is the first to react. "Supergirl doesn't answer to Luthors," he declares, rising to his feet. Before Lena rolls her own eyes, she notes a flash of irritation that travels across Kara's features. Perhaps she still has some spine after all. "The salary we issue to her direct deposit every month says otherwise," Lena drawls. "And I fail to recall where you were invited into the conversation, Mr. Dey." "I'd be happy to relay a message," Kara interjects before Dey could fire back. "What can I tell her?" Lena tilts her head towards Dey. "I'm afraid it's personal." Kara adjusts her glasses. "Oh, um-- I trust him." "That means nothing to me." Again, Lena revels in the way Kara jerks under the pointed barb, cheeks flushing. Lena almost hopes Kara will tell her to fuck off. Having Supergirl's assistance would make her work easier, but she doesn't exactly enjoy the thought of spending the time with her either. In the end, Kara turns to the rest of the room. "We're calling it an early night," she says. "Sorry, William." "You don't have to drop everything just because she--" "Welp, I'm pooped anyway," Nia announces, climbing her feet. "Next time I'm gonna have to take a nap before game night. Really takes it out of you, huh?" "Right," Winn nods. He claps Dey on the shoulder. "Come on, man. There's probably still time to catch a taxi." Nia feigns a bathroom break, giving her a reason to linger as Winn guides Dey out the door. Lena ignores the glare the reporter levels at her on his way out, focusing instead on the way Alex kisses Kelly goodbye and promises to be home as soon as she can. Soon it's only Alex and Kara left. Nia emerges as soon as Dey leaves, and a few minutes later Winn re-enters through Kara's open window. This time, when Lena turns her gaze back to Kara, she finds Supergirl gazing back at her. She's still in civilian clothing, her hair still twisted up like Kara Danvers', but it's the hero whose eyes lock on her, a large presence even as she regards Lena with a gaze that isn't anywhere near accusatory. Interesting. "What do you need?" Supergirl asks. Lena recenters herself with a silent, fortifying breath. "Lex. He's planning something, and I intend to stop him. And I will, with or without your help, but it would be faster with more bodies." She looks at the people who lied to her for years, held her at arm's length even as they made a show of embracing her. She doesn't need them, but to reclaim her legacy, Lena's willing to invite them in. If only enough to remove her brother from the field of play. "Who's interested?"

#sg spoilers #legacy is a lonely color #angst #brotp #lena and winn #titles are hard #reveal fallout

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louisives · 5 years

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Foggy Nelson Headcanons and Details

-Foggy has a dumb tattoo on his upper left arm of barbed wire....I hate that that's canon.

- He can play piano.

- He paints his nails on occasion.

- He has short hair now, but when he had long hair, he often wore it in messy buns and occasionally braided it just because he could.

- His family consists of his father Edward, his bio mother Rosalind, his step-mother Anna, his half-sister Candace, and his brother Theo. *whispers* They're Jewish.

- He was a theatre kid in high school and still loves plays and musicals.

- The nickname Foggy was actually given to him by Matt in the comics. Matt just hated him because of the way he snored at night and how messy he always kept his side of the dorm, so Matt started calling him Foggy, which was short for foghorn, because of how loud he snored. But Foggy liked the nickname so much that it just stuck with him. They eventually became friends shortly after that.

- When he's feeling down, he remembers those certain memories in college of him and Matt. The nickname especially makes him smile.

- He likes to keep pens on him because he fiddles with them often.

- He's the biggest Hufflepuff around.

- He probably took some psych class down the road.

- !!! It's canon that he helps Matt with his tie.

- He loves wearing bowties and has way too many of them.

- He's really good at cooking and baking. Both of his parents taught him how.

- He's sort of awkward, especially around new people, so he tries to be really self aware about what he does.

- That being said, he has practically no brain to mouth filter. ~~Handsome wounded duck.~~

- He's so short, especially in my favorite comic series of them. He comes to about Matt's shoulder in that one.

- Foggy at one point had been diagnosed with Ewing's sarcoma, which is a type of cancer that formed in the connective tissue of his hip. He survived. During his time in the hospital, though, he gave the other patients inspiring speeches and often spent time with the kids in the hospital. So we can see that he's a really kind, patient person. He still volunteers at the hospital to help with the kids.

- He loves impressions and tries to make people laugh with him by doing them.

- He has synthesia and often mumbles what colors and noises people remind him of under his breath. He can talk for days on this.

- Because of his synthesia, he can sort of understand some of Matt's sensory issues to an extent. He tries to talk to and understand Matt's issues with certain things, such as cotton and loud noises to the best of his ability.

- Foggy is a very sweet, understanding person. He accommodates Matt's sensory disorder as much as he can and buys him soft things for the holidays and his birthday.

- Foggy knows Matt doesn't celebrate his birthday all that much and respects that, but always does what he can to make the day special regardless.

- He's a very kind, gentle person. But he can get angry about certain things, such as when Matt lies to him or gets himself hurt when it could've been avoided. Those are the times to not mess with Foggy. At all.

-He's very open about his emotions. When he's sad, he cries. A lot. When he's angry, he shows it. When he needs comforting, he asks. And when he's happy, he has the biggest smile on his face.

- Foggy hugs = best hugs!!! He's very soft and warm all the time.

Those are all for now, but I know I have more circling around in my mind!

#foggy nelson #marvel #daredevil #headcanon #my stuff #matt murdock #mattfoggy

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vakariansmonocle · 7 years

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LONG POST WARNING

okay but i’ve had some shit in my head for days bout my girl revas so like here’s a fckn ramble about it honestly.

so i tend to use a lot of imagery on her features to represent different aspects of her per verse. usually they show up in the form of tattoos, thought some are more hair style and some other just visual stuff.

like in her dragon age verse i gave her vallaslin that literally coils and connects around her body, and turns her torso into almost this twisted trunk from all the lines. Granted, there’s shaky lines, imperfect lines, and lines of various colors. because they were all given to her by people from various clans and usually multiple people if not all the people from a clan. Specifically, I did this to show how important this is to her, how deeply she’s rooted and connected to her people. how much she loves her people. It’s, in retrospect, could almost represent and be a play on the Giving Tree if it’s specifically in her inquisitor verse ngl here. But I also really like the visual of, in her inquisitor verse, the damage that’s done to these tattoos. The way it’s abruptly torn apart along her arm, the various burns and cuts through her. the honest and literal severing of her & her people, no matter how deeply she connects to them still no matter how much she cares, her people are lost to her eventually. It’s also really telling in the fact that she would have removed all of it via solas. like. She knows these markings are not hers to bare any longer. that each line is just some reminder of lost lives, lost connection. Just a reminder that she is lost to her people and it’s so.. i unno it’s honestly a really heartbreaking moment if you understand what these markings mean to her. Not to the rest of the world, not to solas, not to her people. Just herself. Like, to have all that removed, or maybe even just the facial markings, and then mark herself with Falon’din? it’s ridiculous. Honestly, in my head having Falon’din’s vallaslin marked on her is probably something that draws back those lines along her. It’s sort of why i imagine she would keep the lines. Cause like, honestly... Creator of death, the guide of the lost, the seer’s, markings touching and coiling around those lines? Tell me that wouldn’t be fucking amazingly telling and foreshadowing lmao. It’s probably one of my favorite visual characteristics of her design in that verse. Mainly because i keep some of her other characteristics with the rest of them! ie: scars on her face & throat.

anyways so like. in her modern verse she has these magic tattoos and ones symbolizing her friends, her family. These small & large details that are over looked from a distance, I think. Things maybe you notice but it’s not clear enough. Things maybe you trace when she’s laying on your lap. whatever. those sorts of tattoos and little details. Particularly i wanna talk about the large, and - usually - very noticeable, black work wing tattoo on her back. ( Because this is a detail that i wanna compare with another verse. ) But i wanna give y’all some Deets about this one. This one particular tattoo grants her the ability to freely grow large raven-esque wings from her back without having to shift her form to fit them. The wings are pretty huge but, they fold perfectly to fit the tattoo to be pulled in. BUT one of the noticeable features when her wings are out, the black work is what folds out. The ink sort of fills into the negative space, creeping along to each little point before slowly eeking off of her back. Because the tattoo is actually geometric, the ink sort of makes this 3d model of the design before the wings just fill out with feathers. If i got really graphic it does that gross (but awesome) build up of skeletal bits, muscles & sinew, & then flesh and feathers. But yeah it just fills out like that and reverse that process to retract them. See the reason for this visual is, of course, the wings of death. But, also, the association of freedom with flight. Ravens are honestly her motif though. Most people can associate raven’s with death, and mischief but in some aspects also knowledge. So it’s honestly very fitting. of course, for revas it was one of those impulse tattoos she wanted so she could have awesome wings. This doesn’t take away from the visual that she sort of has this freedom to her life, that she got to free herself from the horrors of her past, from the pain of the past. It doesn’t take away from the death aspect either, considering she connects it to her being sort of a bringer of death. Not that she is but it is a common thought process for her to have. She is, afterall, a death seer; due to her being connected to the undead and always having one foot in the ground, she can see those who will die and often senses it in passing. It is one of her strongest abilities. It is the weight and marking of a death carrier i guess, for her.

In contrast though is the au where she never died. In this au, she never got killed. She had to live with her memories of abuse and torture. She had to live with the weight of two murders on her hands. She had to live through the loss of her parents instead, through the burden of becoming a guardian to her siblings. She lives in this state of never truly free of this past. It’s essentially barbs in her spine, tugging and holding her down from it. This weight and pain of everything she’s been through crushing and keeping her from the freedom of moving forward. I mean, honestly she’s tried to die several times but due to this au being essentially reversed, she can’t die. Rapid healing and what not. So she can’t die. and that’s sort of a bummer. more of a bummer because she got trapped into a deal of ‘i’ll give you money in exchange for taking my place. added bonus: immortality!’ so she’s just fucked up from that. So a lot of her tattoos are.. Little things. Symbols, words, phrases. Reminders. A lot of them are very punk inspired, but there are a few that are to keep her going and lift her spirit when it gets really heavy. But she doesn’t have her wings, but god she wants to be able to have them. She wants so badly to be able to feel the wind against her face, feel weightless, to feel Free. Reach up and grab the clouds and see everything from great heights. Wings to her would be only the freedom to get away from everything just for a little bit. But. She’s also okay with not having them. Because this version of Revas has a different visual tick; a soft, warm golden glow when she feels hope & happiness to a very high level or whenever she uses healing magic. Now you may be thinking ‘that’s unfortunate, wouldn’t that draw attention?’ But uhh depression folks. But this like, visual sense from her is like. I think something really beautiful and warming to her character. Because it’s that sort of idea that she, very literally, embodies this hope in the darkness. It’s faint, soft & flickering. It’s almost like she’s surrounded by a dozen little flames, as if she herself is made of this dull flame. But she doesn’t burn anyone who touches her like this, it’s more of this sort of overwhelming warmth in your chest, running along your nerves and gently taking the weight off of you. Should you let it. And god if she’s healing an injury it eases the pain and the light will literally seal the wounds for you.

These two visuals are sort of the polar opposite of one another and that’s really the point of it. I wanted to make it more than just ‘oh she didn’t die and shit sucks’ vs ‘she died and she has a decent life.’ I wanted to draw out the most powerful aspect of these versions of her & pull it to the visualization of them. I mean honestly it’s one of my fave tropes. and maybe it’s cheap trick to do it like that but it’s so good. It’s so good. Listen, No Death Revas has so much weight pulling her down yet have her represented by flames and fire, burning determination and hope? It’s so ideal. It’s so good for her. & to have Revas normally represented by Ravens and wings? It’s extremely fitting because she’s still this little shit. She is a symbol of carefree but overly caring. Someone who remembers so much and cares about the details. It’s so good i unno i love her.

Misc difference in details between the two:

Hairstyle: Normally, Revas has extremely long hair that reaches her ankles. It’s usually pulled up into a high tight ponytail or braided. Wearing it down is usually saved for spending time with someone she loves, romantically, or just casual tiredness. However, in No Death, she shaves both sides of her head & keeps her hair length down to her collar bone or to the middle of her shoulder blades. But, it’s usually parted to hide the shaved sides for work, or pulled to one side & tied. This is mostly based on my own coping mechanism of cutting my hair after loss.

Dress: Typically, she’ll wear pretty revealing clothing. Ranging from open back tops & booty shorts to crop tops & short skirts. She does usually wear shorts tho. It’s her thing. She likes showing off her body because she’s proud of it and enjoys it. Though, also because she mainly lives in California so. lmao. But again, in comparison to No Death, it’s the opposite. Due to a lot of trauma and shame of how her body looks, she wears non fitting clothing and generally doesn’t wear anything that shows off her features. Because she really hates showing off tbh. Like its a lot of Frumpy clothes. but it keeps her comfy so.

****TW: SELF HARM**** Scars: Notably the only real major scars on Revas are the one on her throat, and the matching long ones down her forearms. Of course she also has some on her face; One: across her left eye, along her left side of her jaw & going from her left nostril to the right side of her jaw. Two crossing over her right eye & connecting mid cheek. Only the scars on her throat & over her eyes don’t appear in No Death. However, she does have a noticeable forehead scar. Besides facial scars she does have a lot of self-harm scars along her arms and thighs. Most of them are well healed. She also has a scar along the right of her torso, matching both back and front. ( this was from falling onto something and being impaled but it healed quickly ) As well as a scar at the bottom of her ribs from the ritual to become immortal. I should note that her healing ability only increases how rapidly she can heal. she retains some damage & scars from the injury should they be significant to her. *** tw end ****

I try my best to bring out characteristics and make shit detailed af so if i, or anyone else, ever wants to draw revas it’s all sort of summed up there man its good stuff i love her so much.

#oc: Revas #c: Revas Ramsey #au: No Death #self harm //#self harm tw #family death ment #long post #i love revas so much and i like talking about these things so much god #scriptuurient #this has almost 2000 words jfc

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