I ate the justice league 20 years ago in 2975

Hello there. I am greatly inconsistent and i have too many hyper fixations, yipee :)

[annwinolallenthawne]

Greetings.

This is a slight RP of my OC- and as you can guess, her name is:

Ann ‘Winola’ Allen Thawne

as you can guess, she’s Bartholomew Henry Allen Thawne ll’s (Bart Allen’s) twin sister, her backstory is here (TW: Rape, cannibalism, smoking, underage sex, slavery, torture (all written))

Loves cooking, she lives in metropolis city and usually does her hero work in coast city, and disappears to a mystery city that is under metropolis that the big blue somehow doesn’t know about. You’re gonna see alot of shit about two or more narrators. I’m gonna update this post and a few more regarding them but the main one is another OC: Dhalia Prince, he’s apart of her lore and a big influence on her story, and a starter narrator. His text is usually in blue and the normal text would either be a random British disembodied voice- or me~

Her favourite book is the biography of Lex Luthor that was written by Lex’s daughter- not Lena- but another OC. Could kill you.

When I mean slight RP- I mean by I’d post writing of other OCs or something random here or there, but authors notes, answers to questions and stuff will be from Winnies side. I may contradict this- but I’m trying!!!

anons are recommended. Thougggghhhh- when it comes to other RP blogs- nyehehehe-

Artemis of Bana-Manghall, Guy Gardner, Kaldur’ahm, M’gann M’orzz, Lex Luthor (more coming): slight (really bad/ creepy) flirting.

Bart Allen: Quiet affection, and kinda careful cuz she hurt him in the past, lingering guilt, chaos too

writing: I’m trying to make this a literate blog/ writing scenes, imagery, lore, role play- etc. a lot of jokes here and there, I’m developing this character so it’s gonna be a bit inconsistent , please challenge me, I do fanart on paper sometimes, please anons- interact-

My content can be dark, once i actually start writing for once- I might make another blog for this very OC in a few months once I get a hang of it.

Rules:

the basics- don’t be weird, I mean, towards the character freaky is allowed

no direct reference or question towards Mun,

no visual NSFW, written and slightly suggestive stuff is fine,

this is a kinda psycho character, ive put too much of my creativity to her moral compass- aka i have disturbing ideas of how unhinged and deranged she is.

No pedo, no discrimination, no political talk, any mentions of other paraphilias- or writing and pieces will be an attempt for psychological horror- i do not promote any of it, i hope it never seems so.

MUN is a minor

(This is my first RP blog, i might not do everything correct, I may mess up, may make vulgar and jokes like that, please tell me if I messed up, I’m learning)

please tell me if i trigger someone, hurt someone or weird someone out, i dont have any bad intent but i can be weird at times.

the only person I will heed to is @yourforgottencrumpledpaper, @aepolis, @arikakari, @ghostwriter9 @the-roll-was-a-seven @kiwis-villan-arc

Bart blogs recommended!

[reasons-to-not-end-it]

REASONS TO NOT END IT:

"watching your siblings grow up"

-anonymous

#975

[wayneenterprise-pr]

Who was your first queer celebrity crush?

[annwinolallenthawne]

well...

"I was about to mention Artemis of Bana-Manghall and Powergirl yet... your tone makes me hesitate"

you reaaallly wanna know?

"..you do not imply-"

You.

"Grandmoth-"

"I BEG YOUR PARDON-"

what can i say? You care deeply for those you-

"You are my lawyer, my enforcer, my bane, my-"

wonder

"excuse me?"

im the wonder to your flash!

"..."

wonderflash

:D

[arkhams-knighted]

"its been a while"

:)

"cookie"

...

he feels a presence, above him, beyond the sky yet... as close as his armor

its eerie, disconcerting but... he can't get himself to move

:D

its gone...

".. What..?" He asks, staying still. The feeling is weighing down on him, pulling him down. Pressing at his lungs like water pressure. Suffocating.

He can't move. He's stuck to the spot, like a fish out of water trying to gasp for breath without breathing.

Then it leaves him. And he stares, aghast.

[annwinolallenthawne]

He sees a blur of red slash through the air in front of him. A relatively short woman in a blood red hoodie and auburn hair is suddenly standing in front of him, glaring at the sky.

“Amazonian pu-“

She cuts her muttering off when she glances at Jason. The goggles make her eyes seem green, and he notices the glint of a knife shining from her pocket like the sun shyly edging from the horizon.

She seemed unimpressed, and she looked back up at the sky- only to look at him again… and then she looked back up at the sky-

“….have this-…Hood- or Knight as they would deem in this reality”

a…

cookie.

She speeds away before Jason can even choke out a sound of confusion.

As she arrives near Gotham harbour, she jumps a bit, getting herself ready to run back to-

“he’s not here, Dhalia, no need to narrate so… dutifully.”

As in?

“…why do you insist on giving him baked goods? And more so, why did you send me this time?”

I’ve been watching him for a while and… well… he kinda needs it-

“and how come you do not do this to our reality’s boy blunder?”

don’t call him that. And uh… I just-

“Dhalia.”

The sigh that the disembodied voice seems to part the tides as a warm breeze hits the harbour

He reminds me of you… you two aren’t all too different y’know?

Her nose flares as she crouches to run over the water

“I was not abandoned, nor was I forced to this path… I chose to do what I did, I reaped what a sowed. Whereas he was helpless at the hands of fate-“

but both of you coped similarly, no?

“…I-“

you sunk to crime, he sunk into crime-

“But I enjoyed it, no?”

How does that-

“He stands tall, yes; He doesn’t hesitate? Yes; but what does he do after that?”

what?

“stand, Dhalia, he stands. If he really thought this was needed-“

She gestures her scarred hand to the Militia base where poor Jason still is standing confused in-

“He wouldn’t be thinking more of his actions, of his work- he’d do what was necessary and move on.”

So he’s not like you?

“He is mislead by his pain, and just like any Bat- too stubborn to think back on it.”

And you?

“…I was mislead by my pain, and unlike him- I had the last laugh”

She speeds off into the distance, the water zipping harshly around her as she disappears…

All I wanted to do was a give a cookie :(

[arkhams-knighted]

The cookie is in his hand before he can blink. "What?" He says, startled. What was that? Who? He doesn't know who that woman is.

"What?" He asks, watching her go. "Who are–?" He calls, loudly. The cookie is still in his palm. That woman.. strange. Odd. He won't eat the cookie, though.

[annwinolallenthawne]

…

D:

why nottttt???

“He cannot hear you”

JEJDJFKOELOEMD

Make him eat the cookie.

“…whatever.”

He feels the cookie suddenly get shoved down his throat- he stumbles back against the wall as his skin prickles and his eyes dart to find any semblance of control-

Until the warm taste of the cookie fills his mouth. It was soft, the crumbs seemed to dissolve into his saliva and the chocolate wrapped around his tongue.

It was like Alfred’s but… sloppier- yet more heartfelt.

[arkhams-knighted]

"its been a while"

:)

"cookie"

...

he feels a presence, above him, beyond the sky yet... as close as his armor

its eerie, disconcerting but... he can't get himself to move

:D

its gone...

".. What..?" He asks, staying still. The feeling is weighing down on him, pulling him down. Pressing at his lungs like water pressure. Suffocating.

He can't move. He's stuck to the spot, like a fish out of water trying to gasp for breath without breathing.

Then it leaves him. And he stares, aghast.

[annwinolallenthawne]

He sees a blur of red slash through the air in front of him. A relatively short woman in a blood red hoodie and auburn hair is suddenly standing in front of him, glaring at the sky.

“Amazonian pu-“

She cuts her muttering off when she glances at Jason. The goggles make her eyes seem green, and he notices the glint of a knife shining from her pocket like the sun shyly edging from the horizon.

She seemed unimpressed, and she looked back up at the sky- only to look at him again… and then she looked back up at the sky-

“….have this-…Hood- or Knight as they would deem in this reality”

a…

cookie.

She speeds away before Jason can even choke out a sound of confusion.

As she arrives near Gotham harbour, she jumps a bit, getting herself ready to run back to-

“he’s not here, Dhalia, no need to narrate so… dutifully.”

As in?

“…why do you insist on giving him baked goods? And more so, why did you send me this time?”

I’ve been watching him for a while and… well… he kinda needs it-

“and how come you do not do this to our reality’s boy blunder?”

don’t call him that. And uh… I just-

“Dhalia.”

The sigh that the disembodied voice seems to part the tides as a warm breeze hits the harbour

He reminds me of you… you two aren’t all too different y’know?

Her nose flares as she crouches to run over the water

“I was not abandoned, nor was I forced to this path… I chose to do what I did, I reaped what a sowed. Whereas he was helpless at the hands of fate-“

but both of you coped similarly, no?

“…I-“

you sunk to crime, he sunk into crime-

“But I enjoyed it, no?”

How does that-

“He stands tall, yes; He doesn’t hesitate? Yes; but what does he do after that?”

what?

“stand, Dhalia, he stands. If he really thought this was needed-“

She gestures her scarred hand to the Militia base where poor Jason still is standing confused in-

“He wouldn’t be thinking more of his actions, of his work- he’d do what was necessary and move on.”

So he’s not like you?

“He is mislead by his pain, and just like any Bat- too stubborn to think back on it.”

And you?

“…I was mislead by my pain, and unlike him- I had the last laugh”

She speeds off into the distance, the water zipping harshly around her as she disappears…

All I wanted to do was a give a cookie :(

[drnigelevergreen]

She really starts to wonder where and how she is finding these mysterious people-

"...greetings..."

She tilts her head while looking up at him. His face does not ring any bells- not even a footnote in the textbooks-

"Mr...."

She leans in, but her hair only grazes his chin, she is mainly eyeing the eyepatch

"...Jack Sparrow.

~ @annwinolallenthawne

“Jack Sparrow Eh? That’s a new one. You can call me Acid. And you are?”

He’s rather wary.

[annwinolallenthawne]

"Call me Winola."

She was not too welcoming herself, but she definitely did not hide her curiosity. She pokes his bicep and suddenly appears behind him, tugging on his eyepatch, then appearing on his other side, eyes dragging over his body as if she is studying him

"Why the name 'Acid' specifically?"

She inquires with a monotonous tone, fiddling with his shirt sleeve with an intrigued eye

[drnigelevergreen]

“You’re the touchiest person I’ve ever met. You heard of personal space before?”

He steps away from her, not appreciating the investigating.

“A few reasons. Mostly the acidic burn. Partly because it’s my favourite weapon to use”

Acid pulls out his modified gun, a vial attached to the back filled with corrosive acid, pointing it in her direction.

“I’d advise you to keep your hands to yourself from now on.”

[annwinolallenthawne]

She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head with a flicker of a smirk shadowing her features. In a flash of blue she is suddenly directly behind him, openly grinning with a very cracked smile

"That effort will be futile in many contexts."

[drnigelevergreen]

“Teleportation huh? Real fancy. Fine then.”

He put the gun back away and turned to face her.

“So what do you want? Never heard of or seen you before so can’t be that important. Let me guess, you’re some wannabe thug?”

[annwinolallenthawne]

Teleportation? This was actually getting more entertaining- she emits a low chuckle

“No, no- just Superspeed”

She scoffs at the inquiry, tilting her chin up and puffing her chest subtly

“No- I am not some- thug-“

the title feels like oil slathered on her brain- ugh

“You can call me a…hero. Of some variety.”

“but I am here to inquire- to inspect every little detail of you”

“…why the eyepatch?”

[drnigelevergreen]

Acid rolled his eye and shifted his weight to lean heavier on his cane.

“Frankly I thought it’s fairly self explanatory, I’m missing an eye.”

He lifted up the eyepatch, revealing the scarred empty socket underneath, before putting it back in place.

“Kinda figured the scars would give that away. Regardless, that’s your answer. So a hero huh. You don’t look or act much like one. I still don’t know why you’re wasting my time, there’s not much to inquire about. Even if there was I probably wouldn’t tell you.”

[annwinolallenthawne]

She appears next to his cane, leaning in and inspecting it- there’s a shimmer in her eyes underneath the goggles, they appear green from outside…

“And how exactly did you loose said eye?”

Her eyes snap up towards his eye path, noting the crevices surrounding the the socket. Her hand twitches, and her skin seems… off

Like a ravine, in an angle making it seem like a plain, he can’t put his finger on it, but there are areas on her face, in her hands that seem too uneven- the reflection of light a bit too soft-

”I’m aware of my behaviour. And do not fret on my inquiry, I’m not foreign to using the resources at my disposal to claim what I desire. Such as a knife,”

She unsheathes a knife from her hoodie pocket, despite the threat, her body language and tone is light- she spins it in her hand playfully. Delicately holding it in her fingers like a pencil and bending down a bit, pointing the tip at him as if offering it.

but he knows better

[annwinolallenthawne]

Open RP: Domestic

Silent night (hah.) in Metropolis today. The low hum from beneath city hinting at the typical supernatural element that haunts this place, topped off with the subtle offset that rakes the ground from time to time- hinting that someone or the other is watching everything from afar.

She steps into the grocery store, scanning around and picking up an assortment of spices and basic ingredients.

The plastic scrapes against her hand- seemingly clean and smooth from the outside, but the small sound from the contact makes it seem as if her hand is much… rougher than it seems.

As she steps out, she steps into an alleyway, graffiti made with vibrant and peachy colours springs out from the desolate brick. But that’s not the only thing catching her eye.

Her footsteps fade to silence as she sneaks against the front of the trashbin, the rustling from the other side of the bin becomes more and more apparent as a shiver creeps up her spine-

“Rr.”

A small little black ball of fur stumbles into her vision. She blinks for a moment before rising up to stand.

She’ll be honest, that was kind of disappointing.

As she turns to step away, there’s a warm feeling grinding against her leg, soon burying itself under the bottom of her sweats.

An oddly warm sensation blossoms and spreads from where the cat is snuggling against. It’s… foreign.

Carefully, she brings the kitty to her palms and leans against the wall, expressionlessly observing how they explore her palms.

She feels the fur enter and flow and escape every scar in her hand that’s covered by makeup and cotton- noting how it occasionally pulls the kittens hair- eliciting a whimper.

A pathetic one at that.

She huffs, reclining more lax against the wall as she lets the animal squirm for a while…

Lo and behold a while later she’s sitting on the asphalt, arms crossed as the kitten snuggles into the crook of her elbow, climbing higher up her body and into the neckline of her hoodie- it pokes its little head out as it hangs between the flat of her chest and the thick fabric of her hoodie, letting out a minuscule purr.

At this point, Winolas eyes have lost all focus, her face his is set, but her fingers are already residing atop its head, massaging in a circular motion.

her shoulders have flattened down, her eyes droopier, and her breathing beginning to even out.

Its been a while since anything has brought this much warmth…

so close to her heart.

[apocherri]

by 2036 all boys will realize theyre actually girls and all girls will realize theyre actually boys except ☝️those that realize they are neither. complete transgender world domination

[annwinolallenthawne]

”Can confirm.”

[theemusicmeister]

”Ah yes.”

Appears in front of him, she’s small, yes, but imposing none the less. Looking up at him through goggles and poking his forehead, she mutters under her breath-

“One of the most pathetic of the Bats lot.”

~ @annwinolallenthawne

makes you wonder why said bat sent you after him- huh, Winola-

She snaps her head up to the sky with a scowl

”no one inquired to you, girl.”

The ginger scoffed one hand swatting hers away as he clutched his chest dramatically

“I am most certain not the most pathetic, especially not when my melodies reach the ears of gothams most want!”

He scrutinized he slightly not assuming she’d be much of a threat

“It’s a shame the flying rat didn’t come himself, madam Winona was it?”

[annwinolallenthawne]

Her eye twitches

"It is Winola. I did not assume a person like you, who must sing such an assortment of verses and lyrics would get that wrong."

Appears directly behind him, pulling him by the ear and spinning him around, yanking him down to her level

"Did you mishear me due to all of the dogshit you blast out on a daily basis?"

Despite her growl... she still looks like an angry poodle dog.

[theemusicmeister]

Darius let a scowl reach his face when he was yanked down by the ear.

“You must be sorely mistaken! My melodies are not dogshit!”

Using his conductor stick style baton he pushed her back, not hard enough to harm her just to get her off of him. As he dusted his ear off with a slight look of disgust on his face

“What is it you’ve even come for you tiny mongrel, certainly not to defeat me?”

[annwinolallenthawne]

She scowls deeply

“mongrel…”

she takes a deep breath…

and very calmly picks up a crowbar.

“You can inquire to the big bad bat to my mission details if you are so curious.”

[dollicairl]

need to gut my boyfriend like a fish and eat his insides

[annwinolallenthawne]

”I have found my place in this time.”

[drnigelevergreen]

She really starts to wonder where and how she is finding these mysterious people-

"...greetings..."

She tilts her head while looking up at him. His face does not ring any bells- not even a footnote in the textbooks-

"Mr...."

She leans in, but her hair only grazes his chin, she is mainly eyeing the eyepatch

"...Jack Sparrow.

~ @annwinolallenthawne

“Jack Sparrow Eh? That’s a new one. You can call me Acid. And you are?”

He’s rather wary.

[annwinolallenthawne]

"Call me Winola."

She was not too welcoming herself, but she definitely did not hide her curiosity. She pokes his bicep and suddenly appears behind him, tugging on his eyepatch, then appearing on his other side, eyes dragging over his body as if she is studying him

"Why the name 'Acid' specifically?"

She inquires with a monotonous tone, fiddling with his shirt sleeve with an intrigued eye

[drnigelevergreen]

“You’re the touchiest person I’ve ever met. You heard of personal space before?”

He steps away from her, not appreciating the investigating.

“A few reasons. Mostly the acidic burn. Partly because it’s my favourite weapon to use”

Acid pulls out his modified gun, a vial attached to the back filled with corrosive acid, pointing it in her direction.

“I’d advise you to keep your hands to yourself from now on.”

[annwinolallenthawne]

She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head with a flicker of a smirk shadowing her features. In a flash of blue she is suddenly directly behind him, openly grinning with a very cracked smile

"That effort will be futile in many contexts."

[drnigelevergreen]

“Teleportation huh? Real fancy. Fine then.”

He put the gun back away and turned to face her.

“So what do you want? Never heard of or seen you before so can’t be that important. Let me guess, you’re some wannabe thug?”

[annwinolallenthawne]

Teleportation? This was actually getting more entertaining- she emits a low chuckle

“No, no- just Superspeed”

She scoffs at the inquiry, tilting her chin up and puffing her chest subtly

“No- I am not some- thug-“

the title feels like oil slathered on her brain- ugh

“You can call me a…hero. Of some variety.”

“but I am here to inquire- to inspect every little detail of you”

“…why the eyepatch?”

[annwinolallenthawne]

Chomps down on raw garlic

munches...

"."

"All restraint shall be futile."

"When i pull the chains enough to stretch and knead to my liking,"

"I will barely go across the border"

"All i will do is pair this sour sting with a metallic one."

"And then you, Darling, will finally-“

a cracked laugh escapes her

“Finally, understand what it means to be-“

horny.

“…I beg your pardo-“

you were gonna threaten to eat me when you escape your sentence yada yada and pin me down and cut me open, right?

“yes.”

Your very kinky for someone who despises even grazing any object of matter-

“…”

yeah.

Never pull that type of shit again.

Continues munching on raw garlic

[miawasthere]

tumblr angels do not support ICE btw 🩷🪽

[darlingdemonic]

tumblr demons don't support ICE either ✨

[momoka-angelz]

tumblr fallen angels DOES not support ICE too

[cgsdraws]

vampires DO NOT SUPPORT ICE

[th3deadmanwalking]

Vultures DO NOT support ice.

[dinosaur-offical]

Dinosaurs DO NOT support ICE

[wolfdog-offical]

Wolfdogs DO NOT support ICE

[bugthehyena]

Hyenas DO NOT support ICE

[undercover-werewolf-k1d]

Werewolves DON'T support ICE.

[phantomofthemountain]

Tigers DO NOT support ICE

[seafoamwave]

Merfolk DO NOT support ICE

[liminal-therianthropy]

Unicorns DO NOT support ICE

[c7b3rzp4c3]

--{🌸 Robots DO NOT support ICE!!

[luna-is-depressed]

Tumblr Fawns DO NOT support ICE!

[vanillabean5645]

Tumblr kind people and TADC fans DO NOT support ICE!

[deadlydevout]

Tumblr bunnies, fawns, and lambs do NOT support ICE!!!

[annwinolallenthawne]

Cannibals do not support ICE!!!

[annwinolallenthawne]

OMG, your interactions with Tim Drake are ADORABLE AF!

”To be adored…”

She feels quite a foreign sense of being recognised- in the endearing way rather than the shiny-human-toy-who’s-brain-should-really-be-dissected-because-god-knows-what’s-going-on-in-there-which-is-why-she-sent-me-of-all-people-to-look-over-her.

[moonlitmasque]

Ummm.... You good?

You kinda look like you're having trouble processing compliments.

You want something?

[annwinolallenthawne]

“…that is none of your business”

the memories seem to drag back the goosebumps on her skin- the echos of her screams mixed with reluctant noises of pleasure- then the screeching when she got out of the shackles…

“A human heart to fry and season would be preferable-“

istg I try to be considerate and your a$$ just-

[moonlitmasque]

.... I'm sorry.

You don't have to share what happened if you don't want.

And I'm afraid I don't have that.

I don't know that much about humanity.

[annwinolallenthawne]

she lets out a long but quiet breath— not exactly frustration- she really doesn’t care- but this… creature in front of her rings bells… not the holy ones.

“Do not be sorry- that statement gets people killed in this city.”

“I would very well enjoy enlightening you with my story- for the purpose of seeing you tremble in my wake of course-“

“but something tells me that will not be the case….”

She leans in.

the eyes…

are not human.

[moonlitmasque]

.... Maybe I should go.

I hope you live a happier life from here on.

*Simply fades away like a puff of mist*

[annwinolallenthawne]

she grabs them by the collar and holds them up in front of her

“not so fast…”

she tilts her head, examining him. She slowly slips off her goggles to reveal not green (as one could see through the goggles) but amber eyes…

ones that could carry so much life…yet remain dull

there’s a presence to her now, something that seems to loom over them, the poor shapeshifter can’t put their finger on in.

they’re conflicted as to whether to be afraid or not.

“…you are… troubled…child.”

[annwinolallenthawne]

Juust take a look?

Offering popcorn for showing of Arkham knight life

”…this Arkham Knight… another timeline I suppose?”

[annwinolallenthawne]

”I am perhaps interested.”

[lightning-in-these-veins]

Rp

Reblog this post if you're a DC, Marvel, PJO or really just any fandom rp acc and you don't mind me interacting.

(I just got back into rp after years of hiatus so yeah I'm nervous about interacting with people)

[annwinolallenthawne]

I present:

“…”

not even denying it?

“You know me quite… well.”

loser.

@idolkilling- credits