young justice ask edition

acexlove:

to honor the fandom these asks were compiled 

• B01: Favorite episode title and why?
• B02: Favorite family? (bat,flash,arrow,manta…etc)
• B03: Character death your most upset about?
• B04: If you follow the comics — favorite issue?
• B05: S3 headcannons
• B06: Favorite Villain S1/S2?
• B07: Favorite Location?
• B08: Character you would have wanted introduced?
• B09: Minor character favorites S1/S2?
• B10: Most heartbreaking moment?
• B11: Most trolling moment?
• B12: Favorite spoiler you learned?
• B13: Funniest quote S1/S2?
• B14: Im-going-to-cry quote S1/S2?
• B15: Favorite quote S1/S2?
• B16: Favorite Team up?
• B17: If you have YJ icon, why that one?
• B18: Favorite Power/Ability?
• B19: Wow-i-did-not-see-that-coming moment?
• B20: Favorite Protege/Mentor relationship?
• B21: Favorite cameo?
• B22: Favorite scene background music?
• B23: Favorite actor behind a character voice?
• B24: Most badass battle move?
• B25: When did your yj story begin?

(Source: findingxace)

100 Followers!

I just hit 100 followers— thank you so much, everyone! :D SO excited to have you, and I love you all!

<3

MM

Scars are more than skin-deep. (M!Anon: Stuck in white martian form with no recollection of telling the team.)

kryptonian-at-heart:

He never liked the psychic link for things outside of missions. It felt strange and too intimate for just normal talk; however, with M’gann in this situation it seemed right. He couldn’t break down her door and demand she tell him what’s wrong… nor could he just ignore that she relied so much on the psychic link instead of just being upfront about what was bothering her.

I’m not perfect. I don’t think there is such thing among humans or really any sort of living being. He continued walking down the hall as he answered her and ventured into the kitchen. He didn’t know how long he could keep up this facade but perhaps it would coax her to finally let him know what he could do to help. They had promised they would never cross the line and push themselves onto the other person but he couldn’t help but be concerned.

Conner scanned the various shelves, his fingers tracing over the recipe books’ spines. Everyone deals with stuff so… don’t worry about it, M’gann. Is it the cheerleaders at school? Heh, I still can’t get used to them after they dumped that tub of cold water on you that one time. He finally settled on a thin binder and opened it upon the counter. On the front of it was a printout of a Hello Megan screenshot with a label stuck onto the front, “Hello Megan recipes” scribbled across it in Conner’s handwriting. It was their year anniversary present to her and he spent the majority of his Saturday going through the small boxset to find them all. Flipping to the middle of the book, he removed a singular handwritten page and started taking out the necessary ingredients.

Oh no, it’s not the Bumblebees! They’re great… Even if they did have to give me the whole ‘initiation’ thing, I’m sure that was in good spirit. It’s…

For a moment, M’gann seriously considered telling Conner to come into her room and get this whole thing over with— just tell him the truth and bear whatever consequences that may come of it; and, for a split second, she almost did. But then the doubt, the fear, the knowledge of all that was on the line returned. She could— no, she would— lose her team, her home, her love. She’d have to go back to Mars and face down the shame and humiliation and the discrimination that had been her yoke for so many years. She’d have to give up all hope of finding a life for herself here, on the Earth she loved so much.

In the middle of this train of thought she noticed the distant sound of someone mulling about the kitchen.

Conner, are you cooking?

(Source: msmartian)

Scars are more than skin-deep. (M!Anon: Stuck in white martian form with no recollection of telling the team.)

kryptonian-at-heart:

Girly things? Conner pressed his ear harder against the door as he frowned. Since when did M’gann do girly things? He heard shifting within the room but nothing that he could really define. Probably just from moving around in bed or in the room. He sighed and pulled away, unsure of what route he should take. He didn’t want to pry into her personal space—he hated when she did that and they never crossed that line… but she sounded upset.

You’re not rambling, M’gann. If… you need the space then… okay, I’ll leave you alone. If you’re upset you can just tell me. Whatever it is. That should be enough to appease her and his guilty conscience.  He pulled away and started down the hall, eventually pausing to look back to the locked bedroom door again. Was it something I did, M’gann?

No, Conner! You didn’t do anything, please don’t think that!

M’gann sat up and wrapped her long Martian arms around her knees, tucking her head under like this would all go away if she curled up enough and got smaller and smaller until she disappeared. In Martian form, she couldn’t even cry. 

I’m just dealing with some stuff, is all. But it’s just me, you’re great. You’re perfect. It’s just me.

At least her voice couldn’t crack when she was speaking telepathically. If she was still in humanoid form, M’gann probably wouldn’t have been able to speak without bursting into tears— then again, if she was in humanoid form she wouldn’t be having this problem in the first place.

She wondered what Conner looked like there, outside her door. His face was probably contorted into something cute and concerned. He always did that thing where he’d furrow his eyebrows and get really serious when he thought something was wrong. M’gann smiled internally through her imaginary tears. For someone who had such anger and pain, he always was so gentle, so kind… She didn’t deserve him— not while she was a liar and a fake and a monster. 

(Source: msmartian)

Scars are more than skin-deep. (M!Anon: Stuck in white martian form with no recollection of telling the team.)

This was bad. This was really bad.

M’gann had no idea why this was happening or where it came from or why she couldn’t change back, but regardless of the cause the more pressing matter happened to be the fact of the situation, anyway. She was stuck as a Martian— as a white Martian. As the lowest of the low.

She couldn’t go to uncle J’onn. Even if he knew who she was on Mars, even if he might be able to help, she couldn’t risk leaving her room and possibly running into a member of the team and revealing everything and  they would see her for the liar and the filth she really was and she’d be sent away… No. She had to stay here. Wait it out and try to fix her shape and not tip off anyone to what was going on.

The bed was small for M’gann’s natural size, but flopping backwards onto it still felt a bit therapeutic. The pillows were still plush and she could at least cover part of her torso with the blanket. If only there were some way she could just curl up beneath the comforter and stay there and not have to lie to the people she cared about, not have to constantly feel like a terrible person for refusing to tell her closest friends just how much she was unworthy of them.

What would Conner think? A brief flash of hope in her mind (“maybe he’ll understand… Maybe he won’t care?”) was snuffed out easily by the overwhelming tide of reality— of course he’d care. Who could ever love someone like her, knowing just what kind of monster she really was? The only reason he hadn’t broken up with her yet was because of the constant shroud of lies that she told. She was a pretender and a fake and a white Martian.

No one could ever really accept her. Not like this. At the bottom of everything she was a monster, and it was hard to shake the looming feeling that she deserved to be alone.

Ask the Character about their Roleplayer

futuristic-kryptonian:

wendyonwheels:

idontseehowthatsapartystark:

((You know you want to))

“And boy, do I have a lot to say.”
((Wendy. Wendy wat r u doin. Wendy. No. Wendy stahp.))

“Feel free to specify a subject or aspect of the mun.”

(Source: theblinddovahkiin)

Breathing Room

kryptonian-at-heart:

green-shape-shifter:

msmartian:

kryptonian-at-heart:

Even though Conner was already out of the room, he nearly turned on his heel to confront the green boy when he brought up Lex. Of all people too! He had no idea what Lex was like and how dare he compare him to that… that… manipulative prick! He didn’t so much care about the age jab—he couldn’t help that since it’s not his fault that he was a clone… but being associated with Lex? Just no.

Before heading to the living room once, Conner took another handful of cookies. Now he understood why people eat their feelings—cookies are delicious. He flopped on the couch and threw his head back against the cushions, cramming another chocolate chip cookie past his lips. Wolf approached Conner and rested his head on his thigh. Conner chuckled and with his free hand scratched behind his ear. “You’re not going to go play with Garfield, right? No? Want to go play outside, hmm?” Wolf nipped at his hand before leaping up onto the couch next to him and resting his head on his lap. Conner sighed and popped in another cookie. “That’s what I thought… and since I’m in a better mood I’m not pushing you off the couch even though Tornado says it’ll ruin the couch.” He smiled to himself sadly, wondering why he was so pissed at Garfield. It’s not the first time that the team had a new addition that took up a lot of M’gann’s time. After all, she spent time with Zee when she lost her father but that didn’t bother him so much. Perhaps it was because he knew all the details about Zee’s loss whereas with Garfield it was all up in the air and well, he figured M’gann was doing it out of pity for the kid. Conner sighed and dry-swallowed the cookie crumbs in his throat. She’s so kind and he’s a jerk.

“Ugh.” M’gann flopped back onto Conner’s bed, mind whirring trying to figure out how to reconcile these two stubborn boys who dominated her life. Why couldn’t they just grow up and get along?

Okay. Time to make this work. Just like that Hello Megan episode with the two feuding prom organizers. Just have to find common ground… or something.

Wait. She had an idea.

M’gann grinned, running into the kitchen and beginning to work furiously, pulling out kitchen supplies and getting into her prime baking mode. Eggs and flour and sugar and cream cheese… She was going to bake a cake that neither one of them could resist, and use it to unite the two most important people in her life. 

Garfield walked to his room, followed by Monkey, who was eating his banana.

Gar’s room was right next to the kitchen, but as he walked past the kitchen, he scowled, refusing to make eye contact with M’gann, who he didn’t notice was baking.

Gar shut the door  behind him and watched as Monkey climbed up the small ladder on his wall to the small bed that custom made for him.

Gar changed into his pajamas and turned on the TV. That was what he needed. TV. And pulling an all-nighter would work to. Watching the rerun-marathon of Friends would definitely help him clear his mind of any left over anger.

Gar grabbed a pillow and his blanket and sat on the floor, watching the episode were Joey and Ross were locked outside on the balcony of their apartment building.

The sound of spoons clinking against glass sparked Conner’s interest—seriously? M’gann was going to bake again? He nudged Wolf’s head off his lap and got up to wander over to the kitchen. There she stood, feverishly mixing ingredients together with the swiftness of an experienced baker. Conner popped another cookie into his mouth and sighed. He silently made his way to the counter and plopped down into one of the stools. He placed the remaining cookies he was holding on the counter and sighed. Now how to admit that he was being a jerk…

“…you need help with that baking?” Nailed it. He met her amber eyes with his blue, a slight embarrassed smile spreading along his face.

M’gann looked up from her work— “I’m fine, thanks,” She smiled, reading the contrition off of his face. He knew exactly how much of a big baby he was being. The cake tray hovered in the air and slid smoothly into the racks of the oven. The smell of sugary confectionary deliciousness had already started to waft through the kitchen, and it would be hitting Garfield’s room soon. With any luck, he should be drawn from his cave within a few minutes, and then she’d spring her trap! 

“It’s both of your favorite flavor, you know,” M’gann smiled to herself but spoke to Conner, eyebrows raised in a crafty challenge.

I’m baaaaack!

I’m so sorry I’ve been away for so long, everyone, but I’m back now and will be active again so yay! :) I can’t wait to talk to everyone after so long— I miss our team chats! 

<3

MM

Closing Some Positions By Friday!

asterous-yj-rp:

We’ve so far gotten two auditions for Klarion, and one audition for Jade. Regardless if we get more or not, these spots will close on Friday.

That means send in your auditions before then if you would like either Klarion or Jade’s positions in our group!

We are also still looking for a Kaldur and a Superman!!

Submit auditions here!

Characters || Audition || Questions?

~Mod Robin