Leonard Snart

Leonard Snart ❄ 40-ish ❄ My reformation from villain to hero is an ongoing evolution Currently in Central City (Closed account for the Central City's Finest RP)

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agcntdanvcrs​:

alex chuckled as she closed her eyes while holstering her gun - yeah, she was familiar with that coping mechanism. alex noted his mannerism, “sounds traumatic. are you sure you’re okay?”

Leonard shrugged and gestured with one lithe hand.  “Is anyone around here without a whole cargo bay of trauma?”

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evildxllface​:

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      𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃when he explained which explosion he was talking about. She probably was either in Belle Reve or in Gotham. The jester sipping on her drink, looking around for the people in that bar. ❛ If I wasn’t in this shitty condition, I could snuck out easily. Is there something, ya looking for? I can help ya find. I’m really good to find stuff, trust me. ❜ That was true. She was up to do anything he wants to do, in case he needed an extra hand, although, she was very limited on what she could do.

Leonard gave her a half smile and raised his drink.  “I found what I’m looking for, just taking an evening off,” he told her, then raised a brow.  “And I meant the drink.  Lovely as the company is and an affinity for blondes, that can handle themselves, I’m not looking to pull.”

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whitecanary-lance​:

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“Somewhere but nowhere–yet you’re here.” The indignant pitch in her tone betrayed her aloof disposition. Sara bounced between anger and elation. She hadn’t been on the receiving end of the gift of a loved one coming back from the dead. Although, the ache that lived in her heart hadn’t dissipated; it only grew numb. Len’s death impacted her in a way she hadn’t expected. It had set off a triggering chain reaction of tragedies that tore a small piece of her away. The tears she shed over him set a precedent in attachment to those who fought past the brick and mortar of her walls. Sara used to pride herself on being indifferent; it’s a trait that long since died within her.

“You’re telling me,” she finally turned to acknowledge him. “Why didn’t you come back? I mean when nowhere became somewhere. Why didn’t you let anyone of us know you were alive.” 

“Don’t actually know how it happened,” he said, then raised a brow.  “I would have if I could have...or knew how.  I don’t even know I wound up here.” Normally, he didn’t like to admit so much, but he figured Sara deserved as much.  “And when I did get back here, it took me a moment to get my feet.  Things are a bit different now, aren’t they?  All the worlds coming together.”

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evildxllface​:

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     𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘didn’t know how many lifes Selina had lost throughout her life. One thing she is sure…❛ She lost two lives with me on the day when we jump out of the window. So, if I went Cruella on her maybe… She could lose another one. ❜ Perhaps, she could ask the brunette later, since they’re spending a lot of time together taking care of each other. —- The cool temperature of her cast was giving her comfort.  ❛ Oh, I see... Which explosion were you talking about? ❜ She exploded a few places recently. Normally, when she is upset she likes to set everything on fire or blast things. Whoever wants to set something on fire, she’d seek for them and ask if she could help.

“Well, coming back from the dead is an adventure,” he agreed with a slight nod.  When she asked which expolsion, he chuckled.  “The one at STAR Labs a few years back,” Leonard expanded, eyes ticking around the room to scan for trouble.  “It’s hard to sourt out the explosions and fires on occasion.  Though Fire is more my partner’s forte.”

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evildxllface​:

       𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.❛ This is all my kitty’s fault. I dunno why I haven’t gone all Cruella DeVille on her. ❜ She knows the answer to her statement. She’d miss Selina way too much if she skins her off, and the brunette is being incredible emotional support lately. She never thought she’d find somebody to have her back, like Selina and Pamela. The redhead wasn’t being a good friend… Besides this was a complicated topic. ❛ Uhh — Sure… ❜ The jester was slightly confused about what Leonard wanted to do. She adjusts her position on the stool (for not staying in an uncomfortable position), with her plastered leg and cast arm, so Leo could do whatever he planned to do. ❛ Wow! It’s cold! That’s cool… ❜ She wished she could find a formula to speed her healing. Being cooped up doesn’t really suit well to her.

“Given that cats have 9 lives, would going Cruella even be a viable plan?” he mused, returning to his own drink after he chilled her cast.  He shook his hand to dispell the frost on his fingers and then nodded to his hand.  “Whatever the Particle Accelerator exploding in Central did, it seems like it had a bit of a sense of whimsey.  Captain Cold getting cold powers.”  He figured the powers manifesting had something to do with the mix of the explosion and the oculus.

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evildxllface​:

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 her drink was put right in front of her. Just the way she likes, colorful and well decorated, on a big glass. She took a sip on it, to taste the HEAVEN taste, before turning her attention to Leo. ❛ I had ta improvise. It was the only thing that crossed my mind. I don’t think I coulda bash his brains like I normally do… Not in these shitty conditions. ❜ She refers to her physical condition.

“Broken limbs do detract slightly from one’s ability to cause bodily harm to others,” he agreed, then raised a hand, extending a single finger.  “May I?” he inquired, before reaching out to touch the finger to the cast on her arm.  His hand iced, though he didn’t freeze the cast, merely chilling it to act as an ice pack around her injured limb.  He wasn’t foolish enough to lay a hand on Harley Quinn without asking.

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evildxllface​:

The male grasp tighten her by the neck, slammed her again against the wall one more time, but she hasn’t stop of cackling irritantly, even though it hurt the way he grabbed her, even with her plastered arm, he wasn’t being gentle. Harley saw Leonard, and trying to find on her own pocket a lighter so she could set fire on this guy clothing; it didn’t take so long to find the lighter and she lights his leather jacket, discreetly as he chokes her, and he felt the smell of burning realizing it was him, and pulled away from her trying to cease the fire, and he erased after a moment. She coughing a bit, before moving with her crutch next to Leo. ❛ I almost called fer help… Lucky I had my lighter. ❜

As expected, Big, Dumb and Angry was soon bested by Harley.  When she limped to the bar, Leonard nodded to the bartender to get the lady a drink.  “I wasn’t about to insult you and interveen without being asked,” he drawled, sipping his own drink.  “Fire isn’t my preferred method, but well played.”  He tapped a finger against his glass, causing it to frost and chill his drink.

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evildxllface​:

               𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 a nose candy, Harley was at the bar and vexed a guy twice her height on the club, even though the blonde was full of plaster in her right arm and her leg, wearing crutch to walk, she still didn’t stop of being utterly irritating to people, she still was taking her tequila, when the dude got red, and threw her against the wall, which made cackling in maniac laughs. It was Mr. Happy brother, and he said. ❛ Harley Quinn, you seriously need to be locked up in some sort of insane asylum, or an island, in space! ❜ Mr. Happy brother, gritted his teeth as he looked at the short, injured woman that kept laughing, loving his insult, is it really insult? Because honestly she wants to live in an island and visit the space. ❛ Ohh, yeah! Babeeee, love it! Whatcha gonna do, huh? Oh my God! ❜ ❛ What? ❜ He was losing his temper, and she rolled down her shot of tequila. ❛ Yer look like Beaker from Muppets, I can’t take ya serious. Miii, miiii! ❜ She says mockingly at the guy, and kept laughing, causing a little ruckus on the bar.

@ccfstarter​

Seeing the ruckus starting, Leonard turned to observe the blonde who was having a spat with a large, unpleasant looking man.  She didn’t seem afraid though and that made sense when he realized who she was.  Still, she was hurt and so he drifted along the bar, catching her eye and giving her a nod when he did.  He wasn’t going to step in if she had it handled, but he would if she indicated that intervention was welcome.

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whitecanary-lance​:

There wasn’t much good that came with the rushing pheromones and vertigo that flooded the streets. Sara felt even less secure in her place in the grand scheme painted by the universe. Central City no longer was the city flourishing as some safe sanctuary for the broken and the hopeful. Although, the recovering footage brought light to sight she never intended to see again. 

Captain Cold in the chilling flesh.

Her jaw tensed at the soft sound of footsteps trailing behind her. Her message wasn’t exactly subtle in the dwellings that he chose to inhabit. “I guess I’m not the only one with the gift of rebirth, huh?” Sara’s fingers twitched with the confusing desire to clench into a tight fist while her heart fluttered in a childish relief.  

@leonardsnartccf​

“Not sure if I was technically dead or not, but close enough,” Leonard drawled at her comment, leaning against the doorfame.  “Spent the last few years somewhere but nowhere.” He could see the stress of the past few years in the set of her shoulders and he felt a stab of regret that he, as the version of himself that he was, hadn’t been there for her and the others during his time away.  “A lot has happened since the Vanishing Point.”

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agcntdanvcrs​:

alex let out a small scoff as she finally lowered her gun, “you don’t say.” she finally sighed - so this was absolutely not the legion of doom snart who shot her nearly dead with his ice gun. that had to be good news, right? “so you were stuck in a pocket outside of time? carter tried to explain what happened to me but i’m afraid quantum phsyics is not my forte.”

“Plus I prefer to be the one with the puns,” he drawled, pleased she was no longer aiming a weapon at him.  He gave a little shrug at her question.  “More or less.  It’s temporal mechanics that give me a headache.  The Vanishing point itself exists outside time and space and the oculus tapped into the timestream itself and when it exploded, instead of becoming a pink mist, I was tossed into the stream.  Not sure if I was...whole at the time, but I was when I was dropped on my ass across town.  Very undignified.”  Thinking of his arrival, he neatly tugged down the cuffs of his jacket.

[forbescaroline]

ultimate top ten ships meme → legends of tomorrow ships (as voted by my followers) #1. leonard/sara “I started to wonder what the future might hold for me. And you. And me and you.”

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agcntdanvcrs​:

alex slowly began to lower her weapon when she realized the snart in front of her was the snart that had become a member of the legends and sacrificed himself to save them. “so…you have no recollection of the legion of doom?”

Considering her question, Leonard blinked as he recalled exactly what she was questioning.  “I do, but not in the way you would assume.  Where I was, I saw what was, what could be, here and in the other worlds, when there were others,” he told her with a sigh.  “Younger me had more issues unresolved.  I would not have thrown in with that lot.  The whole world domination thing aside, Thrawn was an obsessive asshole, Merlyn kept trying to hire staff for the lair and Dhark just kept killing off the staff.  They were...a lot.”

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agcntdanvcrs​:

alex’s head tilted - that didn’t exactly narrow down the number of earths since she knew there where other earths where versions of barry and the rest of team flash existed, “what’s the last thing you remember?”

Leonard let out a breath.  That wasn’t a great memory she was probing at, but soething told him that she wasn’t one to try to lie to.  “I remember...deciding that they were worth dying for.  That I was...at peace with my choice.”

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nosuchthingasinnocent​:

Amelia turned away from the reporter, satisfied she had got what she wanted, raising an eyebrow at a new reporter having entered the room. “Did you just get in?” She questioned, craning her neck slightly to meet his gaze. No signs of the toxin having taken hold - at least not yet. She had hoped Alicia had stationed her here to keep her isolated from the chaos while she made sure no one caught on - but if CCPN was letting anyone just waltz in and out while it happened, that wouldn’t be so easy. “It’s getting crazy out there, you’re lucky you ducked back into the office when you did.”

““Is it crazy or just another Tuesday in Central City?” he drawled, the irony of his statement clear in his voice.  He leaned a hip against a nearby desk given that there was no wall nearby to prop up, bringing his height down slightly as he held her gaze.  “Any word on what that mess is out theree?” Leonard asked, gesturing at the windows with a graceful hand.  “And...do we know if that glass is re-enforced?”

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theloisxlane​:

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Shit. 

Lois Lane was admittedly a glutton for action, it was a common attribute for those in her field and any of her colleagues could attest to the claim. The thick of it, so to speak, were where the seekers of truth thrived. Always primed to risk life and limb to uncover validity. The pen of the reporter can choose if the public is fenced into reaction and emotion or if they are enabled to escape its confines into the larger realm. One of empathy, logic and self control. Usually Lois would praise the serendipity of her chance predicament. Perry would surely argue that it was her proclivity to attract danger that landed her in one perilous disaster after the other. But Lois liked to believe it was luck rather than misfortune. A hunch. No reporter worth their salt was likely to produce crucial content if they were afraid of a little danger. Besides, she’d survived this long despite the way city wide – and occasionally global – disasters tended to sweep in like the tide. What was a few minor hostage situations when she was chasing a scoop. 

It seemed her supposed kismet had turned sour. 

Clark’s affectionate sign off was cruelly cut short, the sound of static confusing Lois momentarily before she was met with silence. Pulling the phone from her ear she surprised to notice her signal was suddenly non existent. She wondered if she was accidentally wandered into a dead-zone and retraced her steps through the CCPN lobby in an attempt to revive the signal. To no avail. Disappointed that the end of her husband’s voicemail was inaccessible, Lois finally took notice of those standing nearest sharing her bewilderment. Then she felt it. That hunch. Trickling down the length of her spine, a sensation that always sharpened her perception. An excitement. It meant something was amiss and she somehow found herself smack dab in the middle of it. Again. But she couldn’t revel in the elation this time, not when a barely quelled panic was battling for dominance. One that settled in a few hours prior after she’d bolted to the bathroom, less than twenty minutes after Clark’s sudden departure, and emptied the contents of her stomach. Two blue lines and her life was changed forever. 

It wasn’t just her life in danger anymore. 

She should have told him. 

Were only thoughts running through her head as she strutted, with absolute purpose, back into the newsroom. The story she’d come to CCPN to follow up on pushed to the bottom of her list of priorities. “Please tell me this is just crappy cell service…” she huffed as she stepped in range of her friends. Her answer came in the form of green tendrils crawling up the glass, casting dastardly shadows through the windows and silencing all conversation. Lois watched with a widened gaze, hesitantly easing towards the window. “Its…its vines” she muttered, her eyes shutting softly in resignation before opening sharply to reveal a steely resolve. 

Leonard stood with the group staring at the windows and asked, “Is the glass re-enforced?”  He glanced around, seeing if anyone had a response.  “Clearly, those aren’t a natural occurrance, who know if they can constrict like a boa and crack the glass.”  With Metas about, he wasn’t taking any chances.  He knew there were some interior rooms without windows (yes, he liked to check floorplans, everyone had hobbies) and figured that would be a fallback position.

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nosuchthingasinnocent​:

“I’m telling you now, if you post that you will be sued within an inch of your life for defamation and libel. I’ll guarantee it.” Amelia warned lowly, hunched over the reporters desk. The image of someone entering the currently overgrown City Hall was blurry enough to cast doubt on if it was Alicia - honestly it could be spun as just about any brunette with enough money to afford Cartier. But if someone slapped her name on it and posted it online it would spread like wildfire, and it didn’t matter if it couldn’t be proven. People always took things with too little evidence and not a single pinch of salt.

Honestly, she would have thought everyone would be too afraid to even think of theorising someone being behind the chaos - clearly Alicia had been right in launching this plan. They needed to improve the self-preservation instinct of the women left behind if the society they built on the ashes of the old was to succeed.  “Stick to the statements City Hall has approved, and you’ll still have a job when this is all over, kid. Besides, people are scared, give them hope instead of adding fuel to the fire, yeah?” She urged him with a sweet smile, fingers skimming just a little over the pulse at his neck as she worked her charms. “Delete it. Write a puff piece about the emergency shelters being set up for the injured, the cops working hard to keep them safe. Leave getting the bottom of this to the professionals.”

@ccfstarter​​

When all the chaos had begun, Leonard had just arrived at the CCPN building.  He’d been out in the city and happend upon Jitters, tickled by the Hero themed drinks.  As the location he visited was near the news outlet, he’d purchased a Flash drink and made his way over, intending to deliver it to Iris and have some banter. But then, well...things went sideways.

Heaving a sigh, he snagged a pair of glasses from a desk, glad he’d worn his leather jacket as opposed to his very noticable parka and tried to blend in with the other office people.  If something went down, he’d be on scene and he wove through the bullpen, looking for Iris to see if she’d been in touch with the others.  He heard a blonde woman telling a reporter not to cause waves and raised a brow, wondering if she was toeing a company line or actually concerned for the other woman.

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agcntdanvcrs​:

“forgive me for being cautious. i’m not exactly sure which version of leonard snart i’m dealing with right now.” alex’s gun never ceased, but there was a brief recognition that crossed his features. “so you know who i am.” she deduced carefully, not sure whether that was enough to relax her defensive stance.

“The one born on the Earth that spawned the likes of Allen and his little friends,” Leonard drawled.  “Only there was a little incident and I’ve been...out of touch for a while.  I know who you are and I don’t at the same time.  Not easy to suss out which timeline is which.”