#ft. lorna dane

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📌 about.  hello! my name is jolyne i go by they/them/it/its, i’m 24+. this means i will not write n/sfw or interact with minors. my time zone is mountain time. this is an independent + selective + cannon divergent multimuse blog ft muses of d/c, mar/vel, vid/eo ga/me & many more. i am a person who loves vintage music and fashion. i’m literally a walking time traveler from the 80s so expect to see big hair and flashy outfits + makeup. if you wish to know more about my muses i have, please consider looking over my muse list below! this blog tends to run on queue and i’m super slow with replies so sorry!

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📌to-do list.

bios almost complete for: jade and nancy thompson

making icons for muses: remaking for cassie hack (also remaking edits as well)

reading current for : callisto ➝ Uncanny X-Men #169 (1983), lorna dane ➝ x-men (1963) #49-52

asks: 5 | starters: 2 | replies owed: 12

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[rosescythes]

for  @devilsmenu​​  ft.  lorna  dane  ✧   i can't think of a location help

            ❛ you're a geology teacher ,  aren't  you ? ❜  barbara  began ,  holding  her  espresso  in  one  hand  while  the  other  rested  comfortably  in  her  pocket .  ❛  this  is  going  to  be  a  silly  question ,  but  i'll  allow  myself  to  ask  it  anyway .  as  someone  who  understands  of  the  earth  and  it's  minerals ,  what  are  your  thoughts  on  the  usage  of  crystals  for  healing  work ?  or  alternatively ,  i  don't  know ,  putting  a  ' whatever  quartz '  in  your  pocket  for  good  luck ? ❜

[portabledoormaker]

her heart feels as if it’s about to burst right out of her chest. anxiety bubbles up in her gut as she looks around and quickly realizes something is off. something’s very off. she’s... where is she? she racks her brain, attempting to figure it out before she realizes as she hears a truck engine stop outside. it’s driver gets out and slams the door. he’s back. he’s drunk. “who’s junk is this?!” her foster dad yells from outside. clarice tries not to panic at the sound of his drunken rage alone. “all y’all brats get out here now!” he yells. the night is a familiar scene, one she’s seen many times in nightmares. she and lily portal out of the room and outside the house, only for lily to insist that clarice open a portal to let her back in. she barely has a minute to think and process everything before she’s standing in the living room, watching as her friend is killed. a shaky gasp escapes her lips and tears well up in her eyes.

 “you did this to me, clarice.” lily says, causing clarice to turn on her heel to face her friend. “n-no, no, i tried to save us,” she sobbed. “you were a coward, clarice. you knew what he would do to me. to pete and freddie. instead of trying to do something, to help, you left. like a coward.” her foster sister spoke cruelly. clarice shakes her head, a choked sob escaping her lips as she begins to open a portal. “and you’re doing it again, clarice! taking the coward’s way out instead of facing things!” she did her best to ignore lily as she goes through the portal.

clarice sighs in relief as she walks into her shared apartment with john. she thinks things are normal, that that had been some bad dream that she’d woken up from now. an all too vivid nightmare. but then the nightmare gets worse. john is on the floor, bleeding. “john!” clarice yells, running to him, only to find that he’s dead. tears streak pale cheeks as the palms of her hands get covered in his blood. “wake up!” she cries, shaking him, despite knowing he’s already gone. she sits there for a few moments, cradling his body and crying. when she looks up again, she spots another body. marcos. “o-oh my god,” she whimpers, checking for signs of life, before she looks up and sees lorna not too far from them. “w-what happened?!” she exclaimed. “who did this, lorna? j-john... marcos... they’re dead, lorna!”

@cfpolariis

[spidyswebs-m]

after the fight with the androids, clarice was relieved that it was finally over. she hadn’t been fighting -- no, she’d left that to more capable people, but she found that she could at least get people away from the chaos by opening her portals and allowing them to walk through and get to safety. at the end of it all, she felt exhausted. opening one last portal to her apartment building. she walked through, and nearly collapsed on the floor, but caught herself before that could happen. looking up at the person in front of her, a small smile formed. “lorna!” she exclaimed. “hey. it’s good to see you. are you guys okay?” she asked, her gaze moving to dawn.

@ferrokinesism

[starcgazette]

Who is the one with the most issues in the SC?

Pick a member of Erik Lehnsherr’s family, any member! (Besides the kids)

Also maybe Jessica Cruz? At least she is quiet about it. Oh! Damian Wayne, that future sociopath is a cutie now but... watch out.

@masterofmagnetismx @prodigalsonofm @greengirlpolaris @wanda--maximcff @ofjessicacruz @dmianwaync

[carlnotcoral]

it wasn’t that wade was uncomfortable with living on genosha. no, he didn’t mind the island or it’s inhabitants. it was more that wade craved a life where he could feel free, and he knew an island would do just the opposite. but genosha was a safe haven for mutants, which meant that ellie would be safe there. that was all he cared about anymore, especially with the threats of sentinels. he wasn’t about to take any chances. not when it came to ellie.

so most of the week he’d spend in new york. taking whatever merc jobs he could. doing his own thing. from time to time he’d actually help people -- usually mutants -- who needed help. he wasn’t a hero, hell no, but he wasn’t completely heartless. he did what he could, and that was what mattered to him. then, eventually, he’d return to genosha to see ellie. 

while on a walk with his daughter, wade sighed when she ran off from him. “ellie!” he exclaimed, running after her, but by the time he caught up to her, she had already made her way to another person. she was hunched over the stroller, looking at what wade assumed was probably a baby. “ah, shit.” he muttered to himself. “hey -- sorry about her. el, you can’t just go running off on me and you probably shouldn’t run up to random babies.” he put his hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “but uhh, hey. i’m wade. nice to meet you... polaris.”

@cfpolariis

[olympianwonder]

“  i can tell you’re upset, talk to me.  ” lorna to jean

hates  that  it’s  so  obvious,  not  wanting  the  others  to  see  just  how  stress  the  situation  is  making  her.  wants  to  appear  strong  and  collected  to  her  teammates  and  her  students,  like  the  others.  but  it’s  hard,  and  as  days  go  by  and  more  and  more  super-humans  go  missing  it’s  becoming  more  difficult  for  her  to  keep  it  together.  “  i  just  don’t  know  how  much  more  of  this  i  can  take,  truthfully.  ”  how  much  more  they  can  take?  the  x-men  already  going  through  so  much  over  the  years.  rests  her  head  in  her  hand  as  she  lets  out  a  heavy  sigh  she  didn’t  know  she  was  holding  in,  fingers  rubbing  her  temples  to  try  and  sooth  her  migraine.  “  how  many  more  are  going  to  go  missing  before  there’s  none  of  us  left?  ”  fears  the  worst  as  answers  are  still  unknown.  “  three  more  gone  today  and  i  just..  ”  and  jean  can’t  finish  her  sentence,  the guilt  eating  her  alive  even  though  it’s  out  of  her  control.  words  barely  a  whisper.  “  i  just  don’t  know  how  much  longer  i  can  hold  it  together  before  i  break.  ” 

[ofironsouls]

@viiolentends​ - jean & lorna

jean thankfully, thankfully had more control over her telepathy than she used to, but she’d still been thrown off by the transition to this place. and she still wasn’t sure where it was ... only that there were more people entering by the second. and the more people there were, the more crowded her head tended to become. 

she’d been trying to seek out a quiet spot (what was with all this water?) when she chanced across another mutant. there was a whisper of something familiar about her, though try as she might, jean couldn’t quite place it. 

“have we met?” she found herself asking. “you seem ... really familiar, but my memories are a bit of a mess, lately. you weren’t... at xavier’s, were you?”

[halfunbreak]

magneto + his children

[phoeniixflames]

🔥 ❝ ‘trapped behind a firewall’ has never been so literal. ❞ !  ⦁  prompt from @ofpolariis

“shit,” jean muttered, frowning as she looked around at their surroundings. the phoenix may, at times, embody fire -- but that didn’t mean jean was particularly fond of it. at least, not in this situation. “we’re gonna get out of this. don’t worry,” jean said, trying to reassure lorna as best she could, offering her a small smile. “just... need a plan of some sort, i guess. any ideas?” she asked, raising a brow.

[gvenstacy-blog]

@ferrokinesism

it was not only possible but very likely that the woman turned around because she could feel him staring at her. old habits die hard, as they say, and lurking at or around his intrigue was definitely one of lucifer’s. he’s never been that much of a secret type of guy, really, in the grand scheme of it. a millenia and how many secrets had he kept? most of them were from the detective and his many brothers, each more annoying than the last. 

but there was something about the woman’s green hair and the way it caught the light that made lucifer believe it was not at all fake – and what could be more interesting than that? he hadn’t come across many aliens during his time in los angeles, nor did they really come to him in HELL. but when she did finally turn, he promptly realized that she was not an alien, not to mention the fact that she had a –

“aaahhh –– BABY!” lucifer leaned back away from the tiny human in the green-haired woman’s arms, his face somewhere between horror and distaste. it’s not that he hated children, he just... didn’t particularly like them. the appeal wasn’t there – and who could blame him? after spending so long in hell there was something a bit unsettling about a child. “sorry,” he apologized, the s lingering, eyes traveling between woman and child. “is she going to have green hair as well, then?”

[andlifeincarnate-blog]

@cfpolariis

jean had been on genosha a hundred times before. the relationship between erik lehnsherr and the x-men was a strained one, but time had changed them all, and the world around them... didn’t. so mutants had to make do. but being on genosha now, surrounded by so many newcomers, was like seeing it for the first time – she really began to understand why it was the way it was. it was beautiful in a chaotic way, much like herself – lurking dangers hidden behind lush flora and spectacular buildings. if it weren’t for the significantly less appealing statue of magneto himself, (with varying noses, courtesy of her stubborn creativity) she might never have known that this place originated as a home base for the brotherhood. she wondered if erik knew that it was becoming so much more.

jean found lorna nearby the statue in question – green hair catching the sunshine and reflecting color and light onto her cheeks. her head was tilted downward, gazing at her daughter, dawn – and the sight of the two of them, without having to feel afraid just then, softened jean’s look, and her lips curved into a soft smile. and she loved dawn like her own. “lorna,” she greeted warmly, wrapping her arm around the other in a half-hug. “i’m relieved to see you.” she was relieved to see almost anyone, after what nightmare put them all through. her own nightmare lingered like any other dream, a constant sick feeling in her stomach and an itch in the back of her mind that she couldn’t quite shake. “i’m relieved to see you, too,” she cooed, touching dawn’s little hand and smiling down at her. dawn wrapped her fingers around jean’s, and she could’ve cried. for just a moment, the sick feeling dissipated.

jean glanced back up at her friend. she believed that lorna was one of the bravest of them. one of the strongest, habitually shot down and always standing back up, stronger and, though most wouldn’t believe it, kinder. to endure so much and not turn into a monster was a difficult thing, and every time lorna didn’t, jean could only explain it as enduring kindness. care. love. “you look tired,” she said, not unkindly, and put her other hand on lorna’s shoulder. “how are you feeling?”

[616scarletvision]

[id; a coloured art piece of wanda maximoff & lorna dane from marvel comics, sitting down side by side by one another and wearing elaborate red & green dresses respectively with capes, with golden jewellery, reminiscent of their house of m outfits. wanda holds a deck of cards, with a few strewn around her, and rests her head on her other hand. lorna glances at what wanda's doing. their expressions are ones of disinterest or boredom. end id/]

Rare marvel content that I’m working on for a friend for her art wall - The Scarlet Witch and Polaris are some of my favorite fictional characters and wanted to draw them with some more of their Jewish/Romani ancestry

[starcgazette]

thoughts on the maximoff/dane/lehnsherr family reunion?

well so far it has been a hot mess and we don’t expect it to get any better. seems like everyone has a problem with the patriarch of the family. we’re just waiting to see if wanda will grace star city with her presence and shake things up even more. one thing is for sure, though - erik has definitely passed down his flair for dramatics to all of them. 

@fastvr @masterofmagnetismx @demixurge @sospeedy @greengirlpolaris

[sunsetsbinary-blog]

❝ oh fuck! what the fuck?! ❞ lorna & luna!

@dusklacd

“’oh fuck’ yourself!” lorna spat, her own rage getting the better of her togetherness. she was throwing knives at a brick wall furiously – throwing them and pulling them back, green light surrounded the metal as she moved it furiously. dawn was at a daycare center, which lorna only trusted more than herself because she was feeling manic – out of control, blood boiling over in rage and frustration. she glanced over her shoulder to see who’d interrupted her tantrum and spotted long hair and a gentle face. a girl. not even really an adult. she lowered her hands and pressed her lips together in frustration, weapons clattering to the ground. “sorry,” she apologized reluctantly. “you don’t have to look so shocked, you know.” she dipped her fingers through the air, raising one of the knives from the wet pavement and twisting its blade until it was harmless. “i’m a mutant. it’s not that big of a deal.”