#blue-fluff-elf

@blue-fluff-elf A lot can be said about Todd Tolansky, also known as the Toad. Much has never been positive. Todd has gotten used to it over the years. From even his own mother to bullies in school to the general population, Todd has heard it all about him. That he is ugly, a freak, disgusting, sickening, useless, so forth and so on. It doesn't bother him anymore. It's being called a monster that gets to him. Worst when his own kind is doing it. Fellow mutants. When the world went to hell and those with supreme power took over, Todd did the only thing he knew how. He adapted and went into servitude. He didn't care at the time as long as he survived. Now he regrets it. As he looks at what seems like endless rows of slave pens, he regrets it deeply. Even more-so when he is left looking eye to eye with a former ally. Someone that he knew in his younger years. Someone he looked up to but was not able to follow. Again, he regrets this.He's done. Done with the regret. Done with being the monster. Which is why he is here in front of that man he once knew. He isn't steady on his feet though. The blessing that is alcohol. He moves right to the barred door and then sluggishly leans against it. He makes sure the keys to the pens are facing the once known Avalanche. The arm around his neck was no surprise. Nor the hit to his head that made everything go black. No, he wasn't surprised. His plan worked. 

/ @blue-fluff-elf

“kurt? kurt he is....he is a brat! He goes running und bamfing around und my fur is gray. He is a lil...a little brat! B-but he’s a good brat... h-he is a good brother... und very smart und a bad dresser... I love him so much.” 

--- It was a slow day at the Institute, as it tended to be on the weekends, and Trinity was just one of the students in the common room, idly fingering through a book, glancing up to look around at the others for a moment. He sat in a plush chair nestled into a corner by a window and to his left was Jean on a love seat, talking with Jubilee, who sat next to her. Mismatched eyes looked to the center of the room, where Peter was leaning against a table, sitting on the floor, speedily writing out a crossword. White hair, streaked with black where his roots were coming through,  shifted against his cheeks as his gaze landed on Kurt, lingering there a few moments. They had talked a few times, starting when Trinity had complimented him on his jacket, and he found the blue elf to be...rather charming, in his own way. He could easily make Trinity laugh the times they’d talked together, and, pushing his circular glasses up his nose, he stood up. It was a little quiet in here, and on his way towards the record player that was kept in the room (stocked with records from everyone from the Professor on down for use) he passed the couch Kurt was sitting on, the empath’s cheeks warming a little as he leaned against the back of the couch, his hands digging into the soft fabric. “Hey, Kurt!” Trinity smiled at him, the book he’d been reading left on the arm of the chair he’d sat in. His eyes went to the floor for a moment, praying that if Jean could hear how cute he thought Kurt was, she wouldn’t say anything. But they were back to Kurt in a split second. “I got a new record last night. You wanna listen to it? It’s Madonna.” he offered, another smile on his face. He figured it’d be fine --- everyone was crazy for her, despite how new she was! // @blue-fluff-elf

Why did he think it was a good idea to do this again?

                      mumbled words were spoken as he read aloud what he believed were the incantations required.   he didn’t put much POWER or thought into it of course,   not really INTENDING to do anything at this point but what he didn’t realize was the smallest tear through his realm,  opening up behind him  &&  allowing whatever the universe had to offer fall into his room...

The little creature started to squeak and cry, hoping that his mother would be able to hear him and come find him, but even after doing that for such a long time he could not hear her approaching. Was he going to dry up there?

                                   he paused in his tracks,   not even sure where he’d ended up this time.    the raven haired speedster would’ve taken a moment to inspect his new surroundings if it weren’t for the fact he’d ran himself right into the middle of a fight.  an energy beam was firing right at him,   which was easily dodged but he was still in the thick of it.   ‘  -- --  hey,  woah !!   ’    Barry frowned,   brown orbs scanning the fight.   ‘  ...  okay,   you’re gonna have to help me out here  !!  WHICH ONE OF YOU ARE THE BAD GUYS  ?!?!  ’