#nrth-wind lonnie

[dementedspeedster]

[ WOUND ] from Lonnie? I think these friends need a soft moment for once lol

Accepting || 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀 @nrth-wind (Lonnie) [ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

"What can I say?" Thad shrugs nonchalantly as he watches Lonnie as they turn over his hand and run their thumb over one of the many scars on his hands, "It's all a part of the job." A part of him didn't want the other to worry, though he wasn't sure if they actually cared what he was doing or if they were just curious about what happened to him.

This scar was just one of plenty more across his body, he had been going hard the last few weeks, working himself to the bone and taking any job that came his way just in an effort to distract himself. And well? These new and old wounds across his hands, and the unseen one hidden beneath his clothes were the outcome of those jobs. Well, that and cash. He didn't work for free after all.

And you could tell as his hands were a mess of bandages and naturally stitched up skin, and scars that crisscrossed and ripped across his skin and would disappear in a matter of weeks.

"You know what? This honestly might be the nicest anyone has been to me in weeks." He haphazardly says as watches Lonnie's hands move across his own. It was just an observation, one that had felt obvious to him as his last week had been filled with nothing but quips, professionalism, and punching. He hadn't thought there had been anything sad or odd about that statement at all.

[dementedspeedster]

"Ha, maybe I'm just genuinely endearing myself to you for next time something like this occurs. Hm? Forethought and all of that."

"Flattery, huh? I already cast my vote; you don't have to keep laying it on."

[miss-polly]

They didn't often leave the forest, but they had to admit that exploring was fun. Getting to see all the sights, the sounds, the colors--

And this, time, the smells--

It was fascinating.

In particular, a shop with such a lovely scent called to the hungry fairy that afternoon, and so they ventured closer, eyes wide as they took the beautiful bakery in.

Unfortunately, they seemed to have let their guard down just a bit too much-- as, on an especially long lean into the window, they overbalanced, subsequently landing in a puddle of sugar and water.

Their wings were rendered heavy and slow, and so as they stood up, sticky and ruffled, one Lonnie Machin, scout fairy and self-proclaimed explorer for the people, found themself rather unceremoniously stuck.

...Well. That couldn't be good.

unprompted ; @nrth-wind

Though she worked hard to keep the cafe clean, there was always a risk of spills that went unnoticed for just a little too long. Polly hummed as she worked, putting together macaron boxes and tying them with a little red string. Polly didn't hear her visitor's tumble, nor did she notice them right away. It was only when she turned to set the to-go boxes aside that she saw them -- a little, winged person in all red, stuck in a spill of sugar and water.

"Oh--" Her first instinct was to feel sorry for them, a poor helpless thing like that trapped in something as simple as a puddle. But her sympathy morphed into confusion, and she knit her brow. By all accounts, that was a fairy on her countertop. "Oh--?" She frowned, stepping carefully towards them. "Er -- Hello. I'm sorry, er... do you need help?"

It was, admittedly, a question with an obvious answer, but Polly still wasn't quite the sight before her was real. A fairy -- A fairy, stuck in sugar on her counter. It sounded entirely made up.

[bxrningblack]

@nrth-wind cont.

Do not blush, do not blush, do not make it awkward, do not break anything accidentally. Just DEEP BREATH. BE COOL.

"I seriously doubt it's hosting anything salacious, Lonnie. Besides, plenty of couple date ideas are only romantic because they're in love. If I did pottery with Diedre and Nina it wouldn't be a date even though it's a common date activity. Worst comes to worst, we leave and laugh, right?"

[nerdybirdboy]

A package has been left on Tim's doorstep. Inside of it is a Crocky the Crocodile plush, a small card, and a collapsed bo. The card reads:

So. If these gifts supremely suck, you can come tell me off. But I thought you might like a touch of sentimentality (the stuffed animal), and something with a bit more functionality (the weapon), to balance it out.

The bo might be a pound or two heavier than your normal ones, so if there's anything you need taken out of it, please feel free to ask. Otherwise, I've added a taser, a flashlight (with black light and strobe options as well), a small storage compartment, a smoke flare, and an emergency self-destruct protocol, which will activate a minor detonation after ten seconds post-activation. The metal is dense, so it should end fights faster.

Also, if you ever feel the need to, perhaps, call in a certain Moneyspider, tap SOS in morse with the covered button in the storage compartment. It'll send your coordinates at the time of entering the code directly to any and all of my devices that are presently powered on. Not that you have to use that, but, y'know. If you're ever caught in someone else's web, you've allies who will help get you out.

Try not to get caught by an EMP, though, or it'll need total re-activation.

Happy Birthday. -A.

birthday ask || @nrth-wind

Tim was a bit paranoid, it kind of came with the job. Before opening the package, he had to make sure it didn't contain a bomb, toxins or anything similar. Then he carefully opened it and felt himself stare at the content in surprise. Picking up the card to find out who it might be from, he quickly got even more surprised. Of all the people he had considered might celebrate his birthday, Lonnie had not been one of them.

Having read the card more than once, he then picked up Crocky. He'd seen that show as a kid, and chased a robber dressed in one. Tim chuckled. Gently tucking it under his arm, he then picked up the staff. Lonnie was right, it was heavier, but it also contained more features than his main staff did. He couldn't wait to try it out during training session.

"Thanks, Lonnie," Tim mumbled, mentally filing away to actually send him a proper message later.

[nrth-wind-a]

nrth-wind presents: dc/spiderverse crossover au for Lonnie Machin a.k.a. The Moneyspider

❄ Let's do this one more time!

❄ Lonnie is a computer prodigy. In DC canon, they take on the name Moneyspider as an online moniker. This is the moniker they use when they do things like re-allocate money stolen from a bank to the people who need it, or when they hack the Batcave.

❄ In this au, that Moneyspider name becomes an omen of things to come. Namely, a certain classic power-granting event, in which there is a spider bite and some radioactivity. You know the drill.

❄ Armed with their newfound abilities and their general love of engineering and programming, The Moneyspider operates in that middle ground between a hero and a villain. That is, they're certainly a menace if you ask the powers that be (the state and its enforcers), but as they also continue Robin Hood'ing and generally saving lives, the general populace might have a different opinion.

❄ Timeline-wise, Lonnie will be anywhere from the 14-year-old who is still trying to figure out why they can sometimes stick to walls, to the 21-year-old who is still recovering from a chemically-induced coma, caused by a villain known as The General, when Lonnie was 18.

❄ They will remain based in Gotham City, in the DC Universe, which I've decided to call Earth-1934 (DC's founding date).

❄ If you have any further questions about who Lonnie is, here's their bio on their solo blog.

❄ Anyone interested in this AU can feel free to message me, or reply in the comments below, and I'll come say hi and talk plots!

[leatherfangs]

what horror trope are you ?

THE HAUNTED HOUSE. decrepit and falling apart at the seams; time has not been kind to you, has it? termites have nestled in your bones, and stray cats find comfort in your sinews. you may be victim to time and erosion, but your abandoned corpse remains a refuge for unwanted things. vermin and ghosts thank you. what greater kindness can there be than offering shelter?

Tagged by @viciousgold

Tagging @lunarscaled @polarean for Andrei and Lucy, @righteousruin @nrth-wind for Tim and Lonnie, and you!

[bledf1rst]

" SHH! " the sound is harsh, and it cuts through the night's abhorrent silence like butter. tim settles down almost immediately, but there's a GRIM set to the line of his mouth, " i've been biding my time. but they've been pouring gasoline around the warehouse, i think they intend to BURN all the evidence they've left behind. i can't let it happen. "

@nrth-wind / closed starter for lonnie machin [...]

[1mpulsee]

@nrth-wind / lonnie : starter call .

❝ hey, i got a question for you . ❞

❝ what do YOU think is actually the best power you can have ?? a part of me wants to say like, HOPE or something philosophical like that . but MAN would it be cool to be able to fly . i'd trade speed for that any day . ❞

[cinnamunspice]

"Cissie." Lonnie didn't waste time with a proper greeting. "Has my AI contacted you recently? And was it, by any chance, about a questionnaire? And, one last question: did you fill it out? Keep in mind that depending on how you answer, there may be follow-up questions."

memes. always accepting! @nrth-wind

How about a 'Hello' or 'How are you'? She got the questionnaire. And her eyes had glazed over, bored, before she reached the third question. Throwing her hair back, she placed a gentle hand on the anarchist's shoulder. And batted her lashes,

"Please tell me you're not going to make me fill out more than 50 questions."

[chaosmultiverse]

@nrth-wind Tim is probably in for a bad time (my Tim that is)

Tim had been relaxed, perhaps even playful when he had asked but something felt... Off, normally his snark won't... Either way something about them, Lonnie, felt off.

He took a step back, hand hovered over his utility belt "Whoa, I was just kidding, you know." Tim tried to retreact.

[dementedspeedster]

Lonnie wants to play "make Thad react." Now, will they succeed? Good question.

Their tactic is to put a pop-up ad on Thad's computer at random intervals for as long as he'll let them get away with it.

Accepting || With one ask, try to elicit a strong emotional response from my muse @nrth-wind (Lonnie)

If Thad hadn't been researching for his next job then he probably wouldn't have noticed the persistence of the pop up adds, but by the afternoon he had begun to catch on that this wasn't the normal way pop-up adds acted.

His face scrunches at his laptop, he quickly saves his research, and shuts his laptop just so he didn't have to see the ads for the time being as he picked up picks up his phone and sends a text.

[To: Lon]: :/ I know this is you.

He scrunches his face at the text he just sends and considers it for a second before rolling his eyes knowing them they might feign innocence or try to derail the conversation with a text as vague as that, and in turn Thad sends them another text.

[To: Lon]: >:/ The pop-up adds I mean. I know you're the one doing that. I clearly know this is your number, Lonnie.

....

And just one more for good measure.

[To: Lon]: And don't even think of suggesting that I've been on any sketchy sites to cause this. I haven't been on any. >:\

[dementedspeedster]

"Oh, only if you're offering, Lon." Thad grins. If they thought this injured his pride well they had another thing coming as he leaned into the offer.

"I mean what kind of person would I be if I turned down such a rare and nice offer from you?"

"Oh, you poor thing. How ever will you recover from such a blow? Shall I soothe the pain? Would you like a hug? A blanket and some tea?"

[miss-polly]

When they strolled into their favorite bakery so early in the operational hours that one might guess that they'd not slept-- if the circles under their eyes were anything to go by-- Lonnie hadn't really accounted for the fact that they hadn't actually... changed into civvies, before entering.

"Good morning, Miss Polly." Ever the charismatic adventurer, Anarky was... when they weren't blinking sleepily at a menu. "I'd like one of whatever in here has the highest caffeine count, please."

unprompted ;

The world was beautiful at this time of day with dawn threatening to break over the city turning the sky pink and grey. She worked the dough, expecting maybe one or two people to come in before the sun was properly up. So when the little bell above the door rang, Polly looked up with a smile, hands buried in kneaded dough, though her grin faltered at the sight.

Anarky was not by any means a villain, but they were far from her expected list of masked customers. She couldn't help the fear in the back of her mind at the idea of trouble in her shop, but -- they were being polite, and she wasn't going to kick someone out just because they made her nervous, or half of Gotham would be banned from her shop.

"Morning," she said, pulling up her customer-service smile, bright as ever. "Long night on patrol, I take it?" She stood upright, leaving the dough behind in favor of washing her hands and mixing their drink. "I'm not making you a cuppa with nothing but espresso, just so you know. I've had a few masks ask for it before, and it..." She grimaced and shrugged with a giggle. "It went interestingly." To say the least.

[bxrningblack]

@nrth-wind cont.

Lonnie. It takes a second to register, but okay, it's Lonnie. That does help the breathing a bit. Okay, they asked something. What was it? Look. Looking, okay. Wow, they're pretty. She's never mentioned that, huh. Looking is mostly working. She's distracted by everything, but trying.

"Didn't hit- I didn't. My head is okay, it's just loud." Step two, step two, that was touching. Okay, check. She tried to match the movement under her hand to her own breathing.

"Enlightenment. It's- it's the water." In and out, in and out.

[queryxecho]

⚠️? -Lonnie

Wrong Number // Still Accepting! @nrth-wind

[SMS:] did you look this over before sending? [SMS:] Like is your GCPD guy playing us? [SMS:] how can a preacher now have a criminal record from the TWENTIES