* ⁑ ⁎POLARIS⁎ ⁑ *

lorna dane. ❝little favor? call me polaris❞

[walkintravesty]

              ‘   listen   i   just   ate   one   of   those  big  things   of   cheese   danish.  it  was   really   good   but   part  of  me   is   not  happy   with   the   other   half  for  eating  it  all.  ‘

[xlorna]

❝oh come on kate❞ lorna said with a pout, she knew she will always be the perpetually annoying little sister so might as well play into that, ❝you promised you were not going turn into a health nut❞ out of all of pietro’s conquests lorna liked kate the most.

[xlorna]

(( @sisterofnebula ))

Running into Peter had shifted something in Lorna. While she was determine to help him, whether he liked it or not -of course nothing like trying to make him come home, or anything like that, he must have had his reasons, Lorna respected him too much to even question that, but she was going to try and continue to offer at least her company- she knew that helping one person was not going to be enough, not after feeling like perhaps her true calling was becoming a social worker, maybe if the geophysics program deal fell through that’s what she would do. But for now, she had to do something. 

Lorna had heard rumors about the ongoing fight to keep the homeless shelter up and running, so she had decided to drop by and offer help. Which at eighteen, the only thing she could offer was time and hard work. She hoped it would be of some help. There was little she knew of the woman in charge, but whoever spends their time and effort helping those who could probably never be able to repay it, it’s someone truly good at heart. 

❝Uhm excuse me Ms. Thanes?❞ Lorna called out with a small smile, ❝I- uh I was told you were the person to talk about volunteering at the shelter...❞

[xlorna]

name: lorna maximoff age: 18 occupation: college student 

at barely two months old, lorna was left on the doorstep of her biological father. the result of an affair. her biological mother wanting nothing to do with a baby decided to abandon her and let the man who had failed to mention he was married and with children deal with baby lorna.

lorna grew up loved by those around her. the twins taking their role as older siblings to heart always treated her as their little sister, loved her as if they were full blooded siblings.

lorna was allowed to try everything she wanted. ballet, karate, anything she could dream of, they were sure to let her try it. as a little girl she dreamed of becoming a ballerina.

recently graduated from high school, lorna is applying for a prestigious geophysics program. which she’s planning to complement with a minor in education. 

while she waits to get the call that she’s in, lorna is attending community college. she wants to get ahead with as many credits as she can.

she is currently looking for a job that would let her have flexible hours.

//i’m so sorry this is so late. oh my god i’m the worst!!!! okay if anyone wants connections/relationships please let me know! i’m so excited for this AU. look at my baby being happy and not having to worry about a thing!! also okay so since we are wrapping threads, and i don’t want to be an asshole i’ll be turning my owed replies into (short) starters in this new setting. unless you want to keep them going (message me if you don’t want me to switch them!)

[misskamala]

Daughters of Magneto

[xlorna]

@wcnda-mcximoff

[xlorna]

Who is better? Thor or Starlord.

❝I’ve been recently informed that Starlord is Peter’s codename so definitely Starlord is better than Thor. A thousand times better.❞

@ohmystarl0rd ; @thunderous-thor

[xlorna]

thunderous-thor‌;

“But we…save the Earth?  How is that not something that is ranked highly?”

❝Fighting something you originally created or brought upon is not exactly saving… You guys show up for the big fight❞ she said sarcastically, ❝without thinking how you are only making things worse for those us fighting everyday…❞ maybe it was the heat, or the fear of having a baby in this place, or simply years and years of mutant oppression, but Lorna couldn’t keep quiet.

[razzledazzle-r]

Alison laid on the floor, completely stretched out and panting. It was entirely too hot. Even not, laying around in a bralette and flowy shorts, it was too much. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, letting out a grunt. “This heat is way too much for me,” she said to no one in particular.

[xlorna]

❝Alison❞ Lorna said sounded more breathless than she had intended, as if she had been chasing after the other mutant, while in reality it had just been the effort to walk to the other side of the room. The heat was unbearable. ❝I can’t believe I’m just seeing you around❞ if the way her belly had grown was any indication they had been here for months. 

[xlorna]

a-damantiumskeleton‌;

“Polaris…” He breathed a sigh of relief, shaking his head a little. At least there was another person he knew there, even if he didn’t know what was going on still. “Well… Then I guess we’ll have to walk out and find someone who does know what’s going on.” Logan was supposed to be a leader within the group, so he knew he should stay calm and not overreact, but his thoughts were going a mile a minute. 

Wolverine had always meant strength, not just physical, but there was something about him, the weight of decades in a world that hated mutants, that made Lorna feel like if she was around him, near him, if even by chance he decided to look out for her, then she would be safe. It had always been like that in the real world. Whenever things seemed to go south, when they were stuck, no where to run, when Logan showed up, hope returned to them. She clung to those memories, because it had to be like that, Logan would find a way out. ❝Yes, I-❞ she shook her head not quite finding the words she wanted to say, ❝this is a weird place, I don’t even know if it’s a place...❞

[jchnnytorch-blog]

This sucked. Sure, Johnny had been stranded in otherworldly places— all the time, in fact. It kinda came with the territory of being part of the Fantastic Four, who’s mission statement may as well be ‘We explore the weird places you can only imagine in your wildest, drug induced dreams!’  Of course the first time had been slightly frightening and all, but soon it became a regular occurrence in his teenage life. No big deal.

This time was different.

For one, he didn’t have his powers. That was new. Usually he could flame on and feel relatively safe, no matter the circumstances. Now? He struggled to ignite a flame the size of a lighter’s. Second: it never took so long for his family to save him. Usually it only took Reed and his huge brain a couple hours to pinpoint his location before swooping in to the rescue alongside his sister and Ben. Not this time. Johnny had lost track of how long he had been within the confines of the erie shadow version of New York. And if he was being completely honest, he was beginning to feel a tad worried. If Reed, assuming he wasn’t also there, couldn’t fix this…who could? But he still had hope, refusing to fly wild with grief. So, may as well make the most of it.

Sitting atop a tree branch within the park, Johnny absently flipped through an out of place looking magazine he had found laying around. Basking in the ever present rays, the heat didn’t seem to bother him like it seemed to affect others in the limbo. Maybe it was an echo of his former powers, or maybe the heat simply reminded him of them, like an old friend. Either way, it felt comforting if anything. Noting a sound from beneath his tree branch, he peeked over with a cheeky grin. “Sorry, this trees already taken.” 

[xlorna]

Maybe it was part of the charm -curse- of this place, that the only books that would magically show up on your bedside table were the kind of books you were forced to read in high school, that later in life would help boys keep acting like pretentious pricks. Lorna felt tired. It went beyond getting little to no sleep in this place, or the extra weight she was now carrying around. She just wanted something to read that would keep her distracted if even for a bit. Her last trip to the library had proven fruitless, all she had found were books in so weird code. But maybe she will be lucky this time, she was no longer looking for answers, she just wanted some peace of mind.

The trek to the library wasn’t supposed to take this long, or be this hard, but Lorna had not truly recovered from the fever and the nightmares, and now the entire (city? planet? pocket dimension?) place seemed to be sick as well, the heat was unbearable, and Lorna felt like she could barely make it a few feet before she had to take a break. It was impossible to know how much time had passed, thanks to the size of her belly she knew it had been weeks, months, how many? That she wasn’t sure. She could just be one of those people who showed by the fifth month or she could give birth any second now. This place was hell.

Lorna made it to the park and decided to take a break, she looked for a nice shade to try and stay out of the disgusting and ever glowing orange sun -if it was even a sun. She made it to the trunk of a big tree when she heard a voice from above. ❝Oh don’t worry it’s a bit hard for me to climb trees these days...❞ Lorna said with a small laugh looking up to find the owner of the voice, ❝just taking a breather under the shade.❞

[xlorna]

spidcrsenses‌;

While he didn’t really need the sleep in the first place, Peter couldn’t help but still miss it. As strange as that even sounded, but it was nice to just get away from his thoughts for a little bit. He had a feeling that after everything happened though, his dreams were going to turn into nightmares. Reliving what happened on Titan and when he thought he might have been dying during the alien attack. He had those thoughts when he wasn’t sleeping, he imagined that those would only be amplified if he were asleep. Maybe the fact that they didn’t need sleep was more of a blessing rather than a curse. But it was different for everyone, some people could even keep their eyes closed for a duration of time to get as much ‘sleep’ as they could. Even when he was back in Queens, Peter never really got enough sleep in the first place, spending too much time patrolling. Who needed eight hours of sleep anyways?

A small frown consumed his facial features as he listened to the woman speak, “I think I’m okay? I’m alive, that’s a start. We all survived the attack, well most of us at least.” He still wasn’t sure where Maria was, he just hoped that she was still alive, that she had made it back to New York. “I’m not really alone, I kind of have a group with Mr. Lord, Star-Lord. Why, are you alone? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you joined us, there’s safety in numbers.” he said, tilting his head to the side as he looked at her. “Peter.” he replied, accepting her extended hand and shaking it. 

❝Nice to meet you Peter❞ Lorna said with a smile, he looked so young, no older than the kids she had helped train while she still led the mutant underground. She had not found any of them, yet, the key was the word yet, but she still hoped they had survived whatever had brought them all here. Thanos. She had learn about the person, the being, responsible for all of this. Lorna knew it was not the time or place but she wanted to scream at Tony Stark and Steve Rogers for thinking that Thanos only concerned them. If they had involved the X-men, maybe they would’ve had a better chance. She pushed those feelings away and focused on what was happening now.

❝Yeah I wondered if we could really die in this place, better we didn’t have to find out right?❞ the alien attack had shook every single person in this place, it had come without warning and it still lingered in the back of their minds. ❝The ones that went through the rift… yeah❞ she knew exactly how the boy felt, she wasn’t sure if he knew Scott but more likely the woman who had also gone through. ❝At least we can be sure that wherever they went to, they will try to get us all out…❞ at least Cyclops, and going from the way people talked about the woman, Lorna was willing to bet she would too.

The name Star-Lord seemed familiar, ❝Starlord, that’s Peter’s, well the other Peter, codename right?❞ Lorna smiled at the young boy, ❝he brought me here when I wasn’t in the mood to be around people, reminded me that there’s safety in numbers… he even gave me one of those things to help me sleep❞ she pointed towards her bedside table. ❝Are you in the mood for talking or you wanna go back to sleep?❞ Lorna asked sudennly feeling chatty, it wasn’t like her to make small talk, let alone wanting to keep talking, but there was something about the boy, a gentleness that kept her wanting to know more about him. ❝What’s your story Peter?❞

[xlorna]

(( @michelle-x-jones ))

The heat was unbearable. It was torture. Everything about this place was torture. Lorna had been battling the sickness that had taken root in at least a good half of those around here. The fever, the hallucinations, it was all too much, and now she wasn’t sure if the heat she was currently feeling was another symptom of this place had finally decided to end them all.

Staying in bed had not helped, well a little bit, at least it had kept her from chasing after the tricks her mind had played on her and end up on some cliff. At least she had cried out for those she had love and lost from the safety of a room that didn’t not feel like a room. But it was time to go outside, to try and find out just how bad it was, how close to the end they all were.

Her belly had grown, too much for her liking, that was perhaps the only way she could tell time had passed. After a while it had all became the same, blending into one long nightmare. But her growing baby reminded Lorna that weeks had passed since she showed up here, she hoped they were still trying to get them back. Walking with the steadiest pace she could, Lorna came upon a familiar face.

❝Michelle right?❞ Lorna called out, ❝from the library❞ she let out a groan, the heat was too much, ❝have you uh, I don’t know find something to make this❞ she gestured to the nothingness, ❝a bit more bearable? Are we dying? Is this place finally going to kill us?❞ she knew better than to bombard such a young girl with those questions, but obviously the heat was melting her brain.

[xlorna]

When you gonna pop?

❝Sooner than I’d like. I’m afraid I’m still going to be trapped here.❞

[ohmystarl0rd-blog]

Hooked on a feeling.

[xlorna]

ohmystarl0rd‌;

“I hear that. I got something useful for you though.” He smiled. “It works.” He was proud of his findings. Sleep had been a stranger to him ever since he got here. “Hell yeah, you got a theory?” He asked. “I guess that makes sense. I been seeing my dead dad everyday. It’s crazy. I been trying to get to him, but he disappears before I get a chance to.” He told her. “The gravity here barely exist.” He noted. He was a expert when it came to gravity. He worried when she said she felt dizzy. “Kind of? He’s like a wizard doctor? He could be a real doctor too. ” He shrugged. “Why, you ok?” He glanced back down at his stomach. “Back to the thing I have. I found all these sleep masks and ear plugs on my ship. My ships here for some reason, anyway. you are welcome to a pair of them if you want. It sort of helps.”

At the mention of a dead father Lorna looked at the ground, she was still trying to figure out if what Esme and her sisters had told her about her father was true. The medallion on her pocket suddenly weighting a ton. She tried to keep her face neutral, not knowing what the relationship of Peter with his father had been like. She was thankful for the mention of gravity, now that was something she could talk about, ❝yeah, the near absence of gravity was the first thing I noticed, and this place, whatever it is, it’s composition is so different from Earth…❞ the metals in the ground, Lorna could feel it, she might not have her full powers anymore but when they are part of your DNA, well the feeling is something you don’t easily shake out. ❝Wizard Doctor?❞ Lorna said with a scoff, ❝what he has a phd on balloon animals?❞ Lorna joked feeling silky, Marcos was usually the one with the lame jokes, and John the one to laugh at them, while Lorna mainly rolled her eyes. ❝I think I’m okay … God I hope I’m okay… I- I’m sixteen weeks pregnant❞ Lorna said out loud for the first time since coming here. Her face lit up at the chance of finally getting some sleep, ❝really? I mean would you really let me borrow one? I- thank you!❞ Lorna said reaching for a hug, she had never being a very affectionate person but the kindness of strangers had always filled her with inexplicable joy, ❝thank you so much.❞

[a-damantiumskeleton]

Logan woke up, his heart absolutely racing. He was covered in sweat. Had he just woken up from a nightmare? He didn’t remember having one… In fact, he didn’t really remember going to sleep. He shook his head a little, and sat up. “Woah,” he said aloud, eyebrows pulling together. He’d never seen this room in his life. He stumbled out of bed and into the hallway. 

“Excuse me? Hello? Where the hell am I?!” he called out, hoping there was someone who could answer some questions for him. He felt… Very, very strange, and he knew he was awake, so what the fuck kind of place was this?

[xlorna]

Lorna had just made it to the compound, at least that’s what she had decided to call this place. People had being calling it dorms, even some had taken to call it the name of a hotel in New York City. She had been told that here she would find a bed, even a room if she chose not to share space with others. After living at the mutant underground she would feel lost, alone, if she were not to share her space.

She had barely gone into the hallway when she heard a familiar voice. Lorna had spent some time around the X-men as she was being groomed to take the lead of the mutant underground, her personality clashing with most of them, except Wolverine. ❝Logan?❞ she asked sounding like a scared child, ❝Logan it’s me Polaris❞ Lorna had always preferred to use her mutant name, something that upset some of the other X-men. ❝I have no idea where we are, I woke up and I was here... I can’t even remember what I was doing before showing up here... I don’t know what’s going on❞ she admitted bitting her lip.

[jodiggory]

Adjusting to the soul world was proving to be a struggle for Mantis. Though she had come to rely less on her powers to aid her in understanding the intricacies of social interaction, the feeling of physical contact without the rush of feelings that so often accompanied it left her feeling strange and unnatural. Though the aliens were long gone, and the rift had now closed, she couldn’t help the odd unease that had been creeping up her spine since she’d woken up in the soul world.

For the time being, there didn’t seem to be a way out, and Mantis chose not to concern herself too much with that. If this really was death, it didn’t seem too bad. Most of her friends were here, after all, and she had the chance to make lots of new friends. She’d been working on smiling, she’d almost perfected the art, she had been told. That was a good way to get people to like her. Mantis had decided today to explore the large garden in the soul world (‘central park’, as people were calling it, but she didn’t know what that was). Though she never saw the animals, the sounds they produced were nice, and she had gotten used to the orange hue washing over everything since arriving. It reminded her of Ego’s planet, in a strange way.

Mantis found herself sitting on one of the park benches, looking out at the tall flowers growing just ahead of her. She shifted her attention when she heard someone approaching along the path, offering them a smile. “Hello.”

[xlorna]

To think that Lorna was on the verge of tears 24/7 -not that she could tell hours and days apart in this place, all she knew is that time passed- would be like believing half of the universe could disappear in the blink of an eye. She had tried to be strong one for so long, to hold everything in, only daring to be vulnerable when a good excused showed up. But here she hardly had any responsibilities, she was no longer in charge of a team of people tasked with keeping others alive. Was she selfish to feel relieved to be away from the stress of running the mutant underground? Perhaps. But then again she was already being selfish by choosing her baby over her friends. 

With not much to do around here, and with the risk of spiraling if she allowed herself to think about how there was a real chance this was the after life, Lorna had decided to go for a walk. She had been to New York several times, visited Central Park a handful, but this thing was definitely nothing like she remembered. Still it was better than spending all her time laying on bed, or trying to read books that made zero sense. Nothing really changed around here, and Lorna started to walk on autopilot, until something, someone, caught her attention. The person sitting on the bench looked like someone Lorna had helped before, a little girl whose parents had been captured by Sentinel Services. Lorna could still hear the little girl crying because she wanted her parents as Lorna strapped her into the car seat to get her to safety. Lorna took a few steps to get closer to the person, no it couldn’t be her, before she could retreat the person turned to her. 

❝Oh I- hi! Hello❞ Lorna said bitting her lip, ❝sorry I didn’t mean to intrude❞ she apologized, if only Marcos and John could see her now, ❝you uh- you look like someone I met before...❞ she said looking at the ground. 

[xlorna]

Who is better? Thor or Starlord.

❝I’ve been recently informed that Starlord is Peter’s codename so definitely Starlord is better than Thor. A thousand times better.❞

@ohmystarl0rd ; @thunderous-thor

[thunderous-thor]

I do not know what I have done to offend, fair lady, but I apologize for it. 

[xlorna]

❝Nothing personal really. You seem like a nice dude. But Earth’s Mightiest Heroes have never ranked high on my list...❞

[vansadecki]

“They said it’s the most beautiful thing on earth. Not even close.”

[xlorna]

michelle-x-jones;

Michelle knew it was a joke. She could’ve offered a sympathy laugh. Instead her expression remained impassive. “Right,” she deadpanned, eyes fixed on the person stepping towards her. “Mine’s Michelle.” Jones. MJ, for short– but that was information reserved for friends, not random strangers who lurk mysteriously in libraries. Only freaks did that. The realization that, by her own definition Michelle herself was a freak– was ignored. Instead of acknowledging it, she looked past the woman towards wherever the noise had originated. “Did you break anything?”

❝Nice to meet you Michelle❞ Lorna said taking a few steps towards the girl, Lorna had not had a normal childhood but in her experience there weren’t many teenagers willing to spend time at the library out of their own free will. She kept the comments to herself. ❝Only my pride❞ Lorna said with a shrug, she was past the point of caring whether people would be mean to her for being a mutant, they were trapped in a place where the sun never set, surely there were more important things than mutant discrimination. ❝Found anything interesting in those books? And by interesting I mean a way to get out of here?❞