the name's laura. let's f*cking go!

[chingonaclaws]

“𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚇-𝟸𝟹. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝! 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚎! 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.—𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝚁𝙰! 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙾𝙶𝙰𝙽! 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙴!”

AESTHETIC SIDEBLOG. DOSSIER ( soon. ). HEADCANONS. MUSICA. PROMPTS. RULES. THREADS. TAGS. & SOMETIMES I WRITE THINGS: DRABBLES.

𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘 IS A PRIVATE , MUTUALS ONLY ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR LAURA (KINNEY) HOWLETT. FROM MARVEL'S MCU/COMICS. THIS BLOG PULLS INSPIRATION FROM THE MCU/MARVEL COMICS , AS WELL AS PERSONAL HEADCANONS AND LORE WHERE IT SUITS HER (PLEASE BE SURE TO READ HER DOSSIER THOROUGHLY). THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN POTENTIALLY MATURE / TRIGGERING CONTENT. PLEASE BE ADVISED AND CATER YOUR OWN DASH EXPERIENCE ACCORDINGLY. MUST BE 20+ TO INTERACT.

1st created Oct. 19th, 2016. Rebooted June 28th, 2026. 𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖔 𝖞 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖉𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖗 ISABEL , [ 30+ ], SHE/HER , PST.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌! This blog features heavy associations with child trafficking, assault and many other dark topics. Things will be tagged accordingly, but some bits of Laura's history will not be sugar-coated as her story is anything but pleasant. Please be advised. Gracias.

[chingonaclaws]

tagged by ( kinda. ) : @mischieflawed tagging: y o u.

[garglemyballsack]

catalogue all you want, my lady. a woman as pretty as her? can make a note of any fucking feature she likes and he won't mind. not a single smidgen of minding, honestly. soldier boy is doing the same to her as well. perhaps a little more on the appreciation side but they both have their methods and reasoning, don't they?

little twitch of a grin echoes her sort've compliment to his latest little expression. not that he keeps track of them. this is just.. how he talks. what he developed himself into after years of stopping giving a fuck. or.. telling himself he did and living enough of the lie that he believes it most days. most being the operative word here.

skipping past all that potentially emotionally revealing shit.. let's focus on the here and now.

disappointment does etch itself into forest hued eyes. chin drops. damn it. one alive for a minute or two? he could've had what he was looking for. gladly would've snapped their neck afterwards but--today's not his day in the making his job easier department. such is life. "fuck it," he mumbles under a long, drawn out breath. "world wiped clean of a few more perverts?" shoulders hitch as a back up to him thinking it was worth the trade of some annoying ribbons added to his ticker tape of searching.

gaze hones back in on her rather than his thoughts. a sight easily witnessed as if a camera's tuning focus back into the main frame. brow twitches towards his hairline knowing she recognizes him. smirk says he doesn't mind the comparison but.. "i'm no steve rogers, doll. we can leave that for the gangly kid from brooklyn. he'd never let me live the comparison down."

outside of his thigh rests against the tailgate of her truck. gaze flicks back to the motel then pivots towards his new pal. "lookin' for something that supposedly doesn't exist. one of those dead fucks in there was a tie in to a drug dealer i need to track the customers of." hand lifts, waving off the question before it's asked--if it was gonna be. "no, i'm not looking for dope. got plenty of that if i want it. this is the kinda shit no one's supposed to find. makes finding it so much fucking fun. ain't exactly back to square one but you just murdered third base."

[chingonaclaws]

The corner of Laura's mouth twitches. Not quite a smile. Close enough.

"Steve Rogers."

She repeats the name like she's testing the weight of it. A glance travels over him again, slower this time, because she is trying to understand how someone can be both so arrogant and so strangely honest at the same time. "You talk a lot." She denotes the observation, not a criticism, almost an amusement. Her fingers tap against the taco wrapper before she looks back toward the motel. "Third base?? Yeah. Right, that's one way to put it." there now, he gets a kink of her eyebrow. Laura shrugs. "Accurate, though." She lets that sit for a moment before reaching beside her, pulling open the passenger-side door. Inside, there's a body-shaped problem wrapped in a torn motel curtain. Not dead. Technically...barely. Laura glances at him. "I kept one." so simple, as though she'd found a new pet. "He was still breathing, heart's still beating." She doesn't have to check, her mutation confirms it, ears better than an owl on the hunt.

"I want answers, you want answers..." her gaze shifts from the criminal, then back upon Ben, slight tilt of her head. There's a mischievous whimsy about her as she shifts. "I know who he sold to, he told me before I almost allowed him to bleed out...duct tape makes a great tourniquet if you apply just the right amount of pressure." a click of her tongue releases, suddenly she's right back to being amused.

"Try not to break his neck before you can get the rest of the intel out of him..." once again she sizes him up, "seems like something you'd do."

"I think that'd make this a home run." She's winning at his own punny game.

[brotherhoodwarlord]

James had been schooled in many arts of bomat and espionage as he grew older, and yet the dynamics between a man and a woman were strange. The man in particular hadn't been expecting things to change so much, but after puberty, especially the puberty on the ravenous laurua, well, he had his own battles to deal with.

His mistake was broadcasting a weakness, and now the woman was going to make him pay. Uncle Tony always said to keep it all close to the chest when it came to a woman with a backbone. Or a woman who has no problem flaunting herself.

His big blue all-American eyes widened as she gestured, and the man’s mouth dropped, feeling very dry. It was too hard to look away, so he did get an ample look at her chest again: “ I mean, it’s —- you — could wear something that covers up more. I don’t mind, but — you don't have to show off if you didn't want to. I’m not exactly a feminist but like —--- I’m not gonna ask to take a shot off your chest.” The man’s mouth ran, and he got more flustered as he did so.

[chingonaclaws]

Laura stares at him. Not because she's offended. Not even because she's surprised...she's not. Mostly because she is trying to figure out how a man can look like he has survived a war and still somehow be defeated by a conversation about her shirt.

A slow blink. "--James." There's a warning in his name, but there is also a hint of laughter underneath it. "You're doing that thing where you talk more because you think it's going to make it better." She gestures vaguely at him, at the rambling, the flushed cheeks, the way he keeps trying to explain himself into a hole. "It's making it worse."

Her eyes drop briefly to her own clothes before returning to him. "I'm not showing off. I got dressed." a pause and a narrowed gaze as she squints her eyes. "Those are different things." She's a bit combative now, though the corner of her mouth twitches when she sees him still struggling. "And for someone who says he's not a feminist, you're spending a lot of time worrying about whether or not I'm comfortable...in my own body." She tilts her head, once again studying him. Daring him.

"You don't have to rescue me from my own wardrobe, thank you very much." Then because she can't help herself, "If I wanted your attention, you'd know."

[chingonaclaws]

how have i been writing laura for 10 years??!?!

[chingonaclaws]

@dracuulea. wanted un beso.

Sometimes curiosity gets the better of Laura. Whether someone talks too much or far too little, she's never quite figured out how to bridge the silence. Empty spaces invite thoughts she'd rather not entertain, letting them multiply until they become a pressure behind her eyes. She has never been particularly gifted with words, anyway.

So she does the only thing that makes sense to her. Her hand rises almost absentmindedly, fingers curling around their jaw before she can second-guess herself. In one swift, impulsive motion, she draws them close and crashes her lips against theirs. The world stills. The headache that had threatened to split her skull dissolves as though carried away on the wind. The restless noise in her mind quiets. For one impossible heartbeat, there is only peace.

Then she realizes what she's kissed. Not merely a person...but a dhampir.

There is no overwhelming blaze of divinity, no unbearable radiance. Instead, it is startlingly gentle. Warm like the first rays of morning slipping through a window. Weightless, yet grounding all the same. The kiss tastes faintly of rain and sunlight, something ancient and impossibly kind, leaving her frozen for a moment longer than she'd ever admit. ...Curiosity, it seems, has a habit of rewarding her in the strangest ways.

"I should go..."

[chingonaclaws]

@brotherhoodwarlord. wanted un beso.

She's young, and she's stupid enough to mistake impulse for certainty. Laura's kissed people before. Quick pecks. Meaningless things. Performances. The sort of contact that never lingered long enough to matter. This is different. She doesn't really think about it. Thinking has never been her strong suit when instinct is louder. One second he's talking, the next she's stepping into his space, fingers bunching thoughtlessly in the front of his shirt as she catches his mouth with hers.

It's clumsy. Not cinematic. Not practiced. She doesn't know what she's doing. There's a brief moment of uncertainty, of wondering whether she's supposed to tilt her head, whether she's lingering too long, whether breathing is suddenly supposed to be difficult...but beneath all of that is something unfamiliar.

Curiosity. What is everyone always talking about? What makes people chase this? She isn't trying to be seductive. She isn't trying to sweep him off his feet. She just...wants to know. The kiss lasts only a heartbeat longer before she pulls back, blinking up at him with an expression that's maddeningly unreadable.

"...Huh."

[chingonaclaws]

@vspomnit wanted un beso.

The war of life changes you. Every traumatic experience reshapes the pathways of your brain, dislocates memories, and leaves your body trapped in a constant state of fight or flight. Laura's been perpetually stuck in that place for as long as she can remember. Ever since the ripe age of seven, when Transigen chose her to be a weapon instead of a child, molded her into an instrument of destruction, a murderer against her own will. ...She never truly escaped that state. She's clawed and fought for every inch of herself she's managed to reclaim, but survival has always come easier than living. There have been very few people capable of reaching the parts of her she'd long since buried beneath instinct and violence.

Bucky Barnes is one of them.

That's why this moment is so sacred.

After yet another long, bloodied battle, Laura struggles to stand, gritting her teeth as her body slowly comes to. Broken bones knit themselves back together with sickening cracks, joints grinding and settling into their proper homes as her healing factor does what it's always done. She stumbles anyway, refusing to wait for the pain to pass, forcing herself forward with an uneven gait until she's rapidly making her way back to his side. The hug comes first. She all but leaps into his embrace, colliding with him without a second thought, arms winding tightly around him as though letting go simply isn't an option. Laura buries her face in the crook of his neck, drawing in one slow, shaky breath after another until the frantic rhythm of survival finally begins to ebb. She doesn't speak. Not yet. Instead, she listens, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear, her own gradually falling into time with it until the two become indistinguishable, resounding as one quiet, cohesive song.

Only then does she pull away, just enough to look at him. Her eyes search his face as though reassuring herself he's truly there, alive, breathing. Around them, the world continues to burn, fires crackling through shattered earth, embers drifting between them, ash settling over the ruin left in the battle's wake. None of it exists to her. All Laura sees is him. And then she closes the distance. Her lips find his with a desperation born of relief, the kiss fierce and unguarded, carrying every fear she'd swallowed, every prayer she'd never spoken, every ounce of gratitude that he's still here to kiss at all.

[chingonaclawsarchive2]

"It was a worldwide search to find someone who was bilingual because I wanted a Latina kid – one who was between 10 and 12, and was a credible child. I didn’t want a young woman in the movie; I wanted it to be a kid, and to feel like a kid." *sets this here.* these are mangold's exact words. he wanted a hispanic kid. he got a hispanic kid. they are not interchangeable terms.

[chingonaclaws]

all these father-daughter emotions has me wanting and yearning for laura and logan to reunite and have feeeeelings per doomsday!! like god damn let her have a family. also...once she sees that it's tony's face as doom?!??! verdadera perra!!!

[chingonaclaws]

AL NOPAL SOLO SE LE ARRIMAN CUANDO TIENE TUNAS. | IN OTHER WORDS... give this a like for a starter.

[hcrctic]

                      𝔴𝔥𝔬'𝔰  𝔞  𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈  𝔫𝔬𝔴?

            #𝐇𝐂𝐑𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝑎𝑛  𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡  𝑎𝑛𝑑  𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒  𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑢𝑚  𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦       𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔  𝑓𝑜𝑟  𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓  /  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖙  𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍,              𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔  ℎ𝑒𝑟  𝑎𝑠  𝑎𝑛  𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙  𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟,  𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉  𝑏𝑦  𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒.  𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝.

[svoyavdova]

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦.  𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝. 

𝐬𝐯𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐯𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐚 ( 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰 ) is a private, mutuals only roleplay blog for 𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒂 from Marvel's MCU/comics. This blog pulls inspiration from the mcu/comics (source material), as well as personal headcanons and lore. This blog will contain potentially mature / triggering content. Please be advised and cater your own dash experience accordingly. Must be 20+ to interact. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 & 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒.

[fifthimpact]

❛ when i put on this ring , i wasn't planning on keeping it. i was AFRAID to even use it. i was so scared of the DAMAGE i might cause with this kind of POWER … i couldn't imagine how much GOOD I could do. ❜

#FIFTHIMPACT. private. selective. medium activity. multi - muse blog assembled by CUDI. featuring JESSICA CRUZ. personal headcanon and comics based. viewer discretion is advised.

[snkts]

Like my namesake, I'm fast and I'm mean, and when I get mad...

INDEPENDENT || SELECTIVE || SEMI-PRIVATE

James "Logan" Howlett - Weapon X - The Wolverine

Adamantium bonded by Jay. 18+. Multiship multiverse.

A STUDY IN:

Living Ghosts; Found Family; Tired Team Dad; Anger as Armor; Asshole with a Heart of Gold; Becoming the Antihero; the Nature of Weapons; Finding the Good; Breaking Free; The Drawbacks of Immortality; And Rewriting The Blank Slate.

CARRD || ASK || RULES

promo by @bladedflower || commissions link

PEOPLE GET HURT!

[cheetoclaws]

LOGAN Y FAMILIA.

Logan came to theaters on March 3rd 2017.

I created Laura a year prior ( @mslaurahowlett ).

Thank you for all the love.

Here’s to more. 💙

feat. @ppctts. @risingod. @ahawkeyesview. @wormholxtreme & @mslaurahowlett. xoxo

[chingonaclaws]

ok. after payday i'm making my version of the trailer that has laura and all her rp barbies in it. :) :) :)