"#‘oh it’s just francesca being cracky’#JUST ?????#WELL EXCUSE ME FOR SENDING YOU NICE HAPPY FUNNY THINGS#how dare u phrase it like that#now i am not going to take back my kisses#but i WILL glare at the freezer in disappointment"
[5:36:32 AM] #soulmate status: why would i be offended [5:36:42 AM] Zalixe: bc im not tagging u in stuff that’s captain canary [5:36:56 AM] #soulmate status: thats okay [5:36:59 AM] Zalixe: ur like my cc half [5:37:02 AM] Zalixe: the other half of firestorm except for cc [5:37:09 AM] property of maggie sawyer: that was,,,,,,,, gay [5:37:34 AM] Zalixe: caitlin, don’t ruin it [5:37:34 AM] #soulmate status: i wont get offended if u dont tag me [5:37:44 AM] Zalixe: are u sure i want 2 be absolutely sure [5:37:44 AM] property of maggie sawyer: but i’m really good at it [5:37:49 AM] Zalixe: caitlin pls
He didn’t plan to come back. Not to the Legends - and not to Leonard.
Not that he felt he could go back now. He had left for a reason. That reason being that he had finally realised he had no place to be: no place in the Legends, and so - it seemed - no place with Leonard. Not now. Not now that he had revealed he thought the same thing of Mick as everyone else. A means to an end. A convenient dog, there to be the muscle and nothing else.
An elaborate, thirty-year con That was all it had been. The only con to ever fool Mick; the one that took the most from him. Took trust. Took what he had thought was some sort of loyalty and care between partners but had only been a ruse.
No.. He couldn’t go back to Leonard. He couldn’t go back to the Legends - they had never thought any better of him either. Going back to Central City in any time period would bring too many memories.
It wasn’t just that he couldn’t go back to a certain person or group of people. He truly had no where to go.
So he wandered for a long while. He wasn’t sure where he was; some part of this city, in this new reality that was supposed to be a better one but somehow brought more pain than the old one. He didn’t stop walking until he had broken into someone’s home. A small place. Two stories, empty for now, the inhabitants gone somewhere.
He settled on the floor, the familiar weight of his silver lighter in his hand, surrounded by an equally familiar acrid scent. A long silence filled the air before Mick finally slipped his phone out of his pocket and dialed an all too familiar number.
As he had hoped, no one answered and he was sent straight to the voicemail.
“Snart. Figured I’d call. Last time I tried to have a heart-to-heart face to face didn’t work out so well.” A small shrug, even though he was alone in this stranger’s house. “Just… needed to get some stuff off my chest and this is the best way to do it. Don’t worry, this’ll be the last time you gotta listen to me bein’ stupid.”
A brief pause, a deep breath.
“Y’know, doesn’t matter how you felt about me, what you think ‘bout me. Might not have ever been real for you. What matters is that it was for me. Don’t know if you remember this - hell, I don’t even know if you were pulled from the timeline before or after it - but after you died I came back to before you did, before we joined up with the Englishman, and told you you were a hero.”
Mick flicked his thumb against his lighter, watching the flame spring up and staring into the golden-red glow, letting it steady his nerves.
“You were always the most important person t’ me. For thirty-somethin’ years you were. Didn’t matter what anyone else said about me, you never agreed with ‘em and that always meant something. Let me trust you more than I ever trusted anyone, includin’ myself. Never trusted you completely. Just couldn’t. But I trusuted you more.”
He shifted, glancing at the door for a brief moment.
“This isn’t me tryin’ to make you feel guilty. I just wanted t’ let you know - kinda like I did after you died - how much you meant to me. Dunno how I never realised you thought I was everything everybody else… my dad, everything… thought I was but nothin’ I can do about that. You were always th’ most important person to me, Snart. Have been since I was sixteen. No matter what.”
He readjusted his grasp on his lighter, holding it firmly in slightly unsteady fingers.
“Gotta go. Probably don’t have too long before the voicemail cuts me off. Hope you find whatever it is you’re tryin’ to find here in this reality. Whatever your biggest score is gonna be. Thanks for the thirty years, boss.”
He ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket. He moved a few feet to the right.
Inhaling slowly, he reached down and touched the flame of the lighter to a damp trail snaking throughout the house.
The familiar golden-red blaze roared to life, threading through the house along the trail of gasoline.
Whoever lived here would not be returning home, but to ashes and burned memories.
❛ Leonard Snart, robber of atms! ❜
independent, selective, mutuals only leonard snart from cw's the flash and legends of tomorrow.
multiverse, multiship, crossover + oc friendly.
canon divergent.written by satan.
they/them. 17. pacific timezone.
established: december 17th, 2016.
asks: 001.
drafts: 052.
memes: 004.
starters: 018.
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RULES.
MAINS.
EXCLUSIVES.
i. disclaimer / basics.
I have no affiliation of any kind with The CW, the writers involved with either: Arrow, The Flash, Legends of Tomorrow, Vixen or Supergirl, or with Wentworth Miller himself. This blog is a selective, private and independent Leonard Snart for The Flash/Legends of Tomorrow, and is primarily show canon due to not reading the comics.
ii. selectivity.
This blog is selective and mutuals only, which means I’ll only interact / write with people that are following me as I am them. This goes towards: starter calls, plotting calls, open starters and memes. I’d like to mention I don’t always follow back, and if you don’t follow within a week, I’ll unfollow. This is for the sake of my sanity and I apologize if this is rude feeling.
ii. exclusivity.
I am open to the idea of being exclusive, which means that if we become exclusive, we don’t interact with duplicates of each other’s muses. However, we don’t need to be if you (or me) feel uncomfortable in regards to it. Another alternative if being ship exclusive, which means the same thing as ordinary exclusivity but regarding a relationship between our muses.
iv. activity.
Plotting is my go to, obviously, and while I do hold favoritism – it doesn’t need to happen in order for us to interact. This is not my first blog, or second, or third, or anything beyond that. All my activity disperses towards all of my blogs that are active and there may be a long or short period of time where I suddenly disappear. I do try to get to all replies, but sometimes my muse is picky or I don’t feel like writing.
I love to explore any and all types of ships and their relationships, be it negative or positive. I don’t mind automatic shipping, but it’s easier if we let our muses build up to shipping, so that it’s not one big cluttered mess. If there’s a little bit of me unsure, or feeling like our muses don’t fit together in a specific relationship, I will not write it. I found that, to me, it’s easier to ship if I’ve personally gotten to know the mun and found that the mun takes as much interest as I do.
vi. nsfw / triggers.
Triggering content will make an appearance and will be tagged. Most of them fall under ’…CW.’ so that it’s easier to catch via blacklist. NSFW in the form of sexual intercourse will only show up under photos, gifs, or videos, never in the forms of smut as I’m underage. Similar to the triggers, it’ll be tagged under ‘NSFW content.’
I personally only have one trigger – it’s mainly a severe dislike, and that’s insects. If we’re mutually following, I’d appreciate it if you tag your insect photos so that I don’t see it on my blog. However, I am one hundred percent fine with bringing insects up in threads and writing about it, as my phobia is mainly visual based.
ARC ONE. you’re born into a life of madness, your father ripped from you by his stupidity. he returns but the prison’s made him harden and he takes it upon himself to tell you that he loves you and your sister in the form of punches and kicks. as if you’d believe he loves you : how could he if you don’t love him. // childhood - teen years.
ARC TWO. you’re most wanted ! congrats : this is what you plan. you disappear for six months and return for one grand heist until a scarlet speedster destroys all of that hope and wants to do nothing but lock you up. so, you think : i love a good challenge and seeks him out through means of robbing. ( maybe obsession has gotten the best of you ). // the flash.
ARC THREE.recruited for something more : you’re destined to save the world. what a joke ! a criminal saving the world that he so much steals from and rules reign over ? right, right. you think to humor the captain, think to steal from the places in the past that don’t withhold fancy security, so you say yes. // legends of tomorrow.
ARC FOUR. you flee your birth city for a trip to the twinkling city that’s labeled starling. a vigilante couldn’t bring down forth your reign and lock you up, hah ! you could be the one to bring him down a notch. show him that he needs to be afraid. encase him in ice, perhaps. you just want to steal the city’s wealth and gold. // arrow crossover.
under construction!
under construction!
BIOGRAPH.
STATS.
ABILITIES.
please beware! there is mention of: child abuse, robbery, assault, attempted murder, fire, body part dismember, kidnapping, and death. if this triggers you in any type of way, please head to the stats where it is safe.
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listen here. the minute you were born, lungs aching from the screams and tugging for an extra breath: your life was already made up and you have nothing to do about it! accept the fate that was given to you, accept the tragedy that will soon be your life and become the person you’re meant to be or a gravestone is what awaits for you.
sure, your father loves you – don’t you know it? he says it with punches and kicks, he says it with every bruise that taunts your skin and broken bones that’ll repair only to be re-broken. his love you sings songs on your scars and you itch at them, itching and itching, wanting them to disappear because you don’t love him.
there is only one person you love: your baby sister. she means the world to you, and you’d hurt yourself before she can ever come to harm. you’d rather be in pain, be hospitalized and perhaps worse if it means she can stand just fine and breathe with no problem. the only person you love is your baby sister and that’s your weakness.
you’ve headed down the road of a criminal. decide that you were only good for helping your father steal, learning the response times of the police and you think it’s all you’re good for. it lands you in the juvenile corrections facility, it lands you on the ground, barely clinging onto the life that you were given as the kids beat you to the edge of death.
you’re saved. someone runs to your rescue like a knight and the other kids end up in worse conditions. that person becomes your best friend: someone to guide you through survival of the corrections facility and you decide that you need a partner in crime. you two work together, preform heists until it goes south and he’s badly burned.
the scarlet speedster is what you named him. you found an infatuation when he prevents you from getting what you worked so hard to steal. he’s like a blur, and you spend forever chasing after him despite being slow. so, you take up something that’ll stop him: a gun that’ll freeze him in his place.
he thinks he has you beat. he thinks that he can change you but this is the darkness that looms over your entire body and you’ve spent many years prior trying to get rid of it only to find that there is no cure for the darkness that plagues your mind, eats at your stomach and gnaws on your ribs.
sure, hardships await you. but was there anything that could stop you when a flash of light brings you to an unconscious state and a man approaches you, claiming you to be a legend that saves his future? hah, you think of it like a joke: that you can’t be a legend, someone that saves the world when all you do is rob from it. but then you get an idea and say yes.
your life is a spiral of tragedy and happiness. nothing could’ve stopped it from spiraling and making your head dizzy: not losing your hand, not regaining your hand, not being kidnapped and not calling those that you’ve grown to work with friends, a family, a team. all you did was think of this as just another heist, so it wouldn’t prepare you for what you’ll eventually do.
life foresaw this: your demise, your ending. you taking the place of your best friend so that he wont blow up, but instead you will. those you once called teammates get to safety, and it’s cliche to say but you do feel heroic right now: saving people who can make a difference in the world for a selfless means. your signature smirk crosses your face as you blow up.
but, you're not dead. not really -- not yet. your life has just begun.
unnamed grandfather | deceased. lewis snart, father | deceased. unnamed mother | deceased. lisa snart, younger sister | alive. helena deval, adoptive daughter | alive.
( bonus: earth 2 familial status )
sara lance, wife | alive. oliver quentin snart, son | alive.
LAYER FOUR: STATUS.
identity status: nobody.
( note: snart’s criminal file has been destroyed, and everything regarding leonard snart has been wiped off from the face of the earth ).
education: dropped out of high - school. occupation: thief (currently), legend (previously). life status: deceased (speculated), alive.
LAYER FIVE: MISCELLANEOUS.
religion: judaism / jewish.
mental diagnosis:
anxiety (minor) depression eidetic memory: an ability to vividly recall images from memory after only a few instances of exposure, with high precision for a brief time after exposure, without using a mnemonic device. haphephobia: a rare specific phobia that involves the fear of touching or of being touched kleptomania: the inability to refrain from the urge for stealing items and is usually done for reasons other than personal use or financial gain. post traumatic stress disorder
physical diagnosis: none.
sexual orientation:pansexual.
one who can love sexuality in many forms. Like bisexuality, but even more fluid, a pansexual person can love not only the traditional male and female genders, but also transgendered, androgynous, and gender fluid people.
romantic orientation: demiromantic - panromantic.
a type of grey-romantic who only experiences romantic attraction after developing an emotional connection beforehand. demiromantics do not experience primary romantic attraction, but they are capable of secondary romantic attraction.
fixed point immortality: is unable to truly stay dead, can be killed but will return within the couple of hours (depending on trauma / cause of death).
healing: included in immortality, can be injured but will heal faster than normal.
EARTH - 2
essentially, leonard snart in earth 2 is a male version of caitlin snow / killer frost.
cold manipulation: can absorb heat in general and cause a decrease of intense coldness (generally used when affected by emotion).
ice manipulation: various types included / can cause blizzards, ice shards, defensive wall shields, automatically freeze objects, creates mists to hide out inside of, is unable to touch someone without potentially freezing them.
