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The Timeline Shifted, and Sam is conflicted...
So! A Timeline Shift occurs one day (thanks Barry) while Team Phantom are in the Ghost Zone helping Clockwork with a few things. As they are going back to the Human World, Clockwork gives them another cryptic piece of advice.
"Unfortunately the world will not be the same as it once was. Samantha, you will find this especially Jarring, but keep an open mind."
Before they can ask what happened, he shoves them through their own respective Portals, and Sam lands in an Alleyway in Gotham.
She is confused, but a green glowing sticky note appears in front of her telling her 'go to the nearby park, you will see what I was talking about'
She walks over, and sees a lady with Green Skin tending to some flowers. Her head is covered by a Hat, so Sam can't see her face.
They strike up a Conversation, and Sam finds that this Lady is great. She loves taking care of Plants, she hates it when Companies pollute the Earth, and she even has Plant Powers just like Sam!
It occurs to her that she never asked for the Lady's name, so she asks and the lady lifts her Hat to reveal her face. And Sam freezes.
"Oh, sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Pamela Isley."
Thats her Mom's Maiden Name.
This lady has her Mom's Name.
This is her Mom.
Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh shit.
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#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dcxdp#Dc x dp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Samantha Mason#Sam Mason#Pamela Isley#Barry shifted the Timeline#Pamela never married into the Mason Name and moved to Gotham#She struck up a love for Botony and eventually becomes the Ecto Terrorist Villain Poison Ivy#She is the complete opposite of what she used to be#Sam is conflicted#On one hand She loves this new direction for her mother and now she feels like she can relate to her so much more#On the other hand she thinks that her mom should have had a choice in the matter and wishes she could have chosen this on her own#Is it taking advantage of the situation if the old version of her mom technically never existed?#Also to add an extra layer of Crack#Sam's Dad was born a girl in this timeline and studied psychology#You see where this is going#Sam's Dad is now Harley Quinn
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Question: What's August's relationship with Draxum like? What was his reaction to being told/shown that Donnie apparently has a kid now? Did he ever get to hold her when she was smol bean? Is he proud goat grandpa???
Question 2: And does August only exist in the Apocalypse-Future timeline, or does she exist in the normal timeline, too? If so, what's different? (cause I think I've only ever seen her in the bad future)
Question 3: I know August has a softshell like Donnie- has she ever gotten injured in the shell, or given Donnie a heart attack by doing something dangerous that /almost/ hurt her in the shell? (or barely grazed her?)
August is bestest bean and she and Donnie are so cute and I wanna hold her and squish her lil face so baddd- 🥺
ok bai *skitters away*
August has a very good relationship with GrandBarry Draxum!! He was actually the second person Donnie told about August, primarily to get a second opinion on whether or not she was viable and what he should do to ensure she stayed safe and healthy as she grew / and the best way to go about it. Draxum was definitely taken aback when Donnie admitted he'd sort-of cloned himself but I don't think he fully registered the whole 'oh that makes me a grandpa' until much later. Early on he was just in alchemical scientist mentor review mode and focusing on what it meant for Donatello rather than anyone else. He likely saw a lot of himself in Purple. When August is born, GrandBarry (named by Mikey) is reluctant to hold her but cajoled into it (probably also by Mikey) and ends up falling in love from the moment he holds her and looks at that sweet little face. Great big 'well it's not a perfect clone but it's still somehow....perfect anyway? My creation made a creation? I'm proud? I'm connected to this new little being? This new little being is important to me? mY CREATION MADE A CREATION AND THIS IS THE CREATION OF MY CREATION??' feelings. Suffice to say, he's very proud. I think with time Barry gets better about showing affection to his weird family and is definitely one of those grandpas who are stern with their kids but incredibly soft with their grandkids.
Bonus stuff I've yelled at some buddies in the past:
Fnvdjkfj Barry looking at the August in the tube and then to Donnie who’s like 8I nervous finger tapping against his own thighs. “Soooooooo-“
“Well it certainly is a baby.”
“Correct.”
“My only question is HOW?”
Okay actually Barry and Donnie would probably just dive into explanations and scientific mumbo jumbo. I think Barry would just take it at face value at first before like. After they’ve gone over everything he’s just. ‘I recognize I’m not exactly” grimace, eye roll, and finger quotes “~father of the year~, as Yoshi might say. But I feel I should remind you that you have an actual life in your hands with this. You realize the gravity of that, don’t you?”
Donnie rubbing an arm and avoiding eye contact “I have thought, rationalized, and explored every possibility regarding this ad nauseam to myself and….yes.”
“Yes, you realize?”
“Yes, I realize.”
“And you are going to do everything in your power to do better by this child than I or your father have done by you?”
“….Yes.”
Barry nods, there’s a beat to let it settle, and then he pats Donnie a little awkwardly but firmly on the shoulder. “Then permit me to offer you a congratulations, Donatello. You are a father now.”
Draxum reluctantly holding August like: This is far from a successful clone but…
Mikey: buuuuuUUuUuUT???? :3
Donnie: choose your next words wisely, Sheep Man.
Leo: Very wisely.
August:
Draxum:
August: [chirp]
Draxum: [long suffering sigh. Slight blush] She is….an acceptable creation.
August's main timeline is the good future! It's what I normally post about for her unless otherwise stated. U3U The main difference between the AUs is the setting. Little shifts in character relationships that come from the adutlts living different lives in the good and bad timelines. In the bad, Donnie passes away when August is young, so she's raised by her family with Leo as the final guardian say on things but most of the day to day care by Mikey and April, depending on who's available. Bad Timeline August is more interested in tinkering / mechanical maintenance / inventing than in the good (a way to keep Donnie's memory close as well as a way to be helpful while young, as she's kept far from danger by her family. But you've got a curious, spirited, determined-to-prove-herself child genius locked in a bunker all her life so that's absolutely a recipe for August getting into dangerous shenanigans as she gets older. Everything in the bad timeline is movie canon compliant so she doesn't go back in time with Casey Jr. She's presumed dead, and inadvertently left behind in the bad timeline. But her story doesn't end bad. I'll tell that one another time tho. ;3c
Good timeline August is most of what I've posted. She's a goody-two-shoes spitfire who carries more weight than she should, determined to make her family proud and carry on the Hamato legacy. In both universes she's deeply proud of her heritage and family and loves them more than she knows what to do with. But her goals are more becoming-the-next-Hamato-leader orientated in the good timeline.
Bonus chart:
https://star-sparkler.tumblr.com/post/735187057887051777/i-saw-a-post-before-of-you-saying-that-in-the
Oh yeah she's scared Donnie loooooads of times. August is a little monkey with her family, constantly climbing them and hanging off of them. Which is fine, because her family has quick reflexes and are invested in keeping the baby safe. But it's a nerve wracking thing to see your tiny daughter scaling your giant spiky eldest brother like a mountainous jungle gym. She's also keen to play rougher than she should and doesn't have much awareness of her own limits when she's small. So there's a lot of Donnie chasing tiny August around with her "Roughhousing Shell" and demanding she wear it while August does everything in her power to Not wear it / conveniently forget where she put it or lose it / hide from Papa when he gets the Roughhousing Shell out (she doesn't like how it feels on her sensitive soft shell. That's something she'll get better about with age / experience / Donnie adjusting it to be more August friendly though).
Heehee thank you for the interest in Augie! ;v; <3
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My comments on the Extended Generational Sorting Algorithm:
Gosh there are some murky in-betweens here.
G-1 – JSA and teams like the All-Star Squadron and the Blackhawks. The WWII edition. This is occasionally merged with G0 as timelines shift, but includes Hippolyta, Ted Knight, Sandra Knight (as Phantom Lady), Alan Scott, Jay Garrick, etc. A lot of this cohort have aging issues and several have grandkids in G1 or G1.5. Zinda simultaneously belongs to this group and G1.5.
G0 – JSA, the gap between WWII and the first JLA. This is the younger JSA cohort who aren’t so tied to WWII and the gap after. Dinah Drake. Ted Grant. Johnny Quick. Giovanni Zatara. Walter Chase (the Acro-Bat). Bruce’s parents. The Kents. Jim Gordon. Etc.
G1 – JLA land! Bruce, Clark, Diana, Ollie, Barry, Hal, Arthur, etc. You know them. Your idea of a headlining JLA includes these folk.
G1.5 – Birds of Prey and JLI zone. Characters too old to be Titans cohort but younger/clearly different than the G1 headliners. Barbara Gordon and Dinah Lance are the stalwarts of this group, plus I’ll add Helena Bertinelli, Cameron Chase, Kate Spencer, Kendra, etc. I guess I’d probably put Harley Quinn, agewise, here too. Also would add Beatriz, Tora, Booster, Ted Kord, etc. Guy and Zatanna sort of bounce between here and G1 depending on storyline.
G2 – it’s the Titans! Dick, Donna, Wally, Roy, Garth, Victor, Gar, Kory, Raven etc. Their agebounds are probably Roy as the oldest and Gar as the youngest, though Gar’s given to them as a courtesy – he’s realistically a member of G2.5, he just hangs with G2. We also add Kyle and Connor and Jesse Quick etc to this cohort despite them not being core Titans given their strong connections to particularly Donna and Wally.
G2.5 – The JL Taskforce kids and Jason’s non-existent team. Ray Palmer’s Teen Titans. This is a group of individuals that has never properly coalesced. Overlaps in age with both the bottom of G2 and the top of G3 but distinctly don’t belong to either. Jason, Ray, Grant, Argent, Cynthia, Eddie, Snapper Carr, plus Danny Chase and arguably Gar all fall into this group. Rose Wilson overlaps with G3 but vibeswise probably also belongs to this group. I am tossing up whether Anissa and Jennifer Pierce belong here or in G2.
G3 – Young Justice. Tim, Kon, Cassie, Bart, Cissie, Greta, Anita. Cass Cain belongs here despite being the same age as several G2.5s. Steph, Charlie, Black Alice, Jaime, Zachary Zatara, even a handful of the newer folk like Jinny Hex slot in here. Several Supergirls including current Kara, Courtney Whitmore IS a member of this group and the three oldest Marvel kids (Billy, Mary and Freddy) are currently aged into this.
G4 – Damian’s Teen Titans. Damian, Jon Kent (yes even still with the age up), Emiko Queen, Ace West etc. If they are still a teen right now in DC storytelling or SHOULD be a teen, they belong here (if they’re a teen and SHOULDN’T be they’re probably a G3/G5). The Gotham Academy kids. Arguably the Titan Academy kids too? Agewise the DEO Titans kids but spiritually probably not (also the chances of us ever seeing them again is…low) The younger Marvel kids (Eugene, Pedro and Darla especially) are with this group.
G5 – so this group are either alternate G3 or G3.5s. Too new and too un-networked with G3 to be absorbed. Jace Fox, Yara Flor, Jackson Hyde, Duke Thomas and the We Are Robin cohort all belong here. Kong Kenan, Avery Ho, etc also are members.
G6 – Titans Offspring Gen. Almost everyone in this group has been artificially aged, which is a thing, hey. Lian, Irey, Jai, Cerdian, Robbie. Maxine, obviously. Otho and Osul-Ra.
G7 – Help I’m From Earth-One: Power Girl and Helena Wayne.
G8 – The Lost Children – also Help I’m From Earth-One in a lot of respects but they’re in their teens, not adults. May get folded into other groups if they get more use.
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dark!barry allen x reader - drabble
In which Barry uses his ability to time travel to his own advantage; and yours, too...for the most part.
warnings: some seriously manipulative behavior/non-con elements. minors DNI.
It wasn’t nearly as shocking as it should’ve been. Barry was big into the whole “glitch in the matrix thing,” an avid researcher of conspiracy theories. He made himself cringe sometimes just thinking about it.
But it was one thing to read about something. It was a whole different ball game to see it for yourself.
He was engaging in one of his favorite pastimes—messing around with his powers—when he stumbled into a very real and very stunning display of alternate realities. Better yet? Hidden between the thin lines that separated them, existed the possibility of time travel.
Even better?
Barry Allen had unlimited access to both of those things.
Of all people, he had the power to shift and mold life as he knew it. Him. Him! It was almost scary. It made him feel a little godlike, if he was being totally honest. His powers (which he had an admittedly pretty limited understanding of, even now) allowed him to run back and forth between these timelines as he pleased, watching events unfold like a fly on the wall, a hidden camera, a ghost. And that was pretty cool...initially.
He had gone into things with the best of intentions. Of course he did. When did he not? He promised himself from the moment he discovered what he was capable of that he would never, ever abuse that power. What he simply could not justify agreeing to, however, was that he wouldn’t at least experiment with it. Because why not? He could always just loop around and change things back to the way they were if something went haywire, right? No harm, no foul.
His reality pre-time travel hadn’t been a terrible one, objectively speaking. Not bad at all. He had a job that he liked, a nice loft apartment, a turtle that only looked at him like he was a little insane sometimes. Best (and sometimes worst) of all, he also had a quite literally superhuman advantage when it came to helping people—saving people, which was his actual life’s work. Again, he could concede that his life wasn’t a bad one. In addition to all of this, he had a best friend he adored.
You.
But that was just it. You were his friend, and he was yours. But that was all he ever was to you.
That was not to suggest that this was all your fault. He didn't have the audacity to blame you for all of this. No way. He was the one that never spoke up. He never told you how he truly felt, not in all the years he had known you.
But there were many valid reasons for this.
For one thing, he was afraid of making you feel uncomfortable. He had known you for twenty years now, since you were both seven years old. Now at twenty seven, it was very possible that you viewed him almost like a sibling. He didn’t want to risk losing you.
And another thing: since he acquired superhuman abilities, he was painfully aware of the safety risks. He was a moving target now, and by extension, so were his loved ones. He already had very few of those. What if you started dating and someone tried to hurt you in order to get back at him? He didn’t want to put your life in danger over his little side hustle.
Then again, you were together in plain sight most of the time anyway. So maybe that was just another excuse not to tell you. It was hard for him to be honest with you about something like this, given the amount of time he'd kept it to himself. And so, he chose to remain your friend—even if you getting a new boyfriend every few years was a hard pill to swallow. Again, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
Some good that did him.
The day he dreaded most had finally arrived: You were going to marry someone else. You were going to marry someone else, and as your best friend of twenty years, he had to pretend to be happy for you.
Safe to say, after decades of sitting with such heavily repressed emotions, he didn’t take it well.
Things escalated to the point where you asked him to leave your house. You seemed completely shocked by his outburst—the yelling, the screaming, the crying. As far as his embarrassing moments went, this one topped the list. Even during the argument, he was mortified by his own behavior. He made you cry, for god’s sake. You “thought he liked Blake.”
And y’know what? He kind of did. This guy was probably the least awful boyfriend you ever had. Blake was always nice to you. Blake was always nice to him, actually. But that was besides the point. The issue wasn’t that he hated your boyfriend. The issue was he hated your boyfriend with you.
That was it. He couldn’t pretend. Not anymore. He had grown tired of it. And unfortunately—or rather, fortunately—for you, he decided to make a little adjustment.
If god forbid you somehow found out what he had done, he would’ve wanted you to know that he tried everything. Everything. Absolutely everything. He had used countless methods, had engaged in an infinite number of attempts across time and space to protect your loved ones while still preserving the most favorable outcome.
It was almost funny, in a morbid way. You couldn’t make this shit up.
In every timeline where you ended up together, your parents died in a car accident. No, seriously. They died. They fucking died. Specifically in a car accident. Every time.
It didn’t matter when he told you how he really felt, or where, or how. In each of those realities, they were killed. And every timeline where you did not end up together, their lives were miraculously spared, or not even jeopardized in the first place. He lost count of how many times he sprinted back and forth between alternate realities, jumping through hoops to try and render the most ideal outcome. His efforts were futile, with the exception of a singular timeline.
This was the only reality where the two coexisted; your parents got to remain just as they were amongst the living, and you and Barry still ended up together. He couldn't believe it. But there was one caveat: your relationship only came to be when you were both many years older than you were now. And with that being said, in this “ideal” lifetime, you weren’t able to have children. By the time you became a couple, you were also tired and in such poor health that you didn't want to risk adopting them, either.
So, alright. Although he didn’t get absolutely everything he wanted, it was a good life, that one. This was inarguably the least harmful, most favorable option.
But as anyone who knew him—and even those who just barely knew him—couldn’t help but notice, Barry Allen was not the most patient man in the world. He wasn’t super down with this whole waiting thing. And so, he made a decision. Don’t get him wrong, it wasn’t an easy choice to have to make. He loved your family.
But it wasn’t enough.
There was another timeline. His favorite.
You had a family of your own, you and him. You would go on to have two kids, happy and healthy, in no more than ten years time. This was not to suggest that your family with Barry could ever replicate or replace the family you lost. He wasn’t suggesting that. He would never! But then again, it wasn’t like you were alone, not really. Barry had been there for you after your parents died.
For years. For nearly two decades, he had been there.
What a shame, to have lost them at such a young age.
But you were happy now, right? That was all that mattered. You had experienced a devastating loss, sure; a loss that deeply scarred you, that forever changed the course of your life. But people go through death and loss and trauma all the time, and they go on to live perfectly normal lives. So long as you were happy now, so long as you were together, he could live with that.
And you could, too.
You could live with that. You could live with having never met Blake. You could live with having at least seven years with your parents that you would forever cherish, that you would never forget. Some people never got that chance. You could live with that because you had Barry, and together you even had your own family now. Your real family. You could live with that.
Couldn’t you?
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"time will see us realign
diamonds reign across the sky
i will lead us to the same realm"
ao3: cvrnelians
#yandere barry allen x reader#dark!barry allen x reader#barry allen x reader#the flash x reader#dark!barry allen#the flash#yandere the flash#dark!the flash
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That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm: Ch16 (on AO3)
I'm baaaaack~
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Len thought he’d feel more alarmed by what he’d learned from his other selves. Angrier, more confused, even disappointed. He hadn’t been in control of his body for two hours and fifty-eight minutes, but even that didn’t frighten him. Crisis averted, soul made whole in a way it hadn’t been his entire life, and yet he didn’t feel different. Except for a newfound distaste for gorillas.
It was past midnight, and the extended geek squad had long gone with Constantine in tow. Len closed his eyes, tipping his head back against the rim of the large, freestanding tub in his and Barry’s ensuite. He tried to relax, but his thoughts kept turning inwards to the memories he’d absorbed from his previous-timeline counterparts. His mind was brimming with them. Most of them would likely fade away for good in a few days, but he’d gotten a decent sense of a timeline from them. The Timestream—once more borrowing his mother’s face—called it a gift.
“Perhaps it is for the best that your merging has been hastened,” she’d said, Len’s mother’s gentlest smile on her lips. “You must be well prepared for what comes next.”
Len was sick of the cryptic speeches. At the same time, he was glad he hadn’t been able to physically feel his past selves dissolve into light and merge into his consciousness. Over the years, he’d benefitted from the knowledge the earlier versions of him had accumulated throughout their lives. Ultimately, though, their stories hadn’t played out too differently from his own, despite his de-aging. His relationship with Mick had shifted and he’d done more than finish high school. The Birnbaums weren’t just vaguely familiar faces from the south precinct. But he’d still had to carve out a path for himself. He was still—unrepentantly—a thief. His mother had still left him, he hadn’t protected Lisa when it mattered, and Lewis had always been a monster. Nothing new. (Unless he counted his business expansion in a more legitimate direction.)
“Is the water temperature okay? Do you want more bath foam?”
He opened his eyes and turned his gaze to the entrance of the ensuite. Warmth—several emotions that added up to warmth—stirred in his chest. This was the other (most important) thing that was different in this life. His previous selves had never had the pleasure of seeing Barry Allen in nothing but a towel, holding a loaded tray of pretzel bites and beer in his hands.
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Do you have any recommendations on where to start reading X-Men comics? I've always found the idea and the characters interesting but the massive amount of content has felt intimidating to say the least.
Sure. Let me update my old recommendations:
First, it's really hard to go wrong with the Claremont run. Marvel Unlimited makes it pretty easy: start with Giant-Size X-Men #1 and then that goes straight into X-Men #94 and, after a few issues where a novice writer in his mid-20s is figuring out how it works, it's all hits for 180-odd issues. However, you don't have to read all 180 issues in one go, and I highly encourage you to treat the Claremont run as a series of interconnected stories that can be enjoyed on their own, a little bit like riding a scenic trolley with a daily fare that lets you hop on and hop off as you please. So what are the classic Claremont stories you should read?
The Phoenix Saga and the Dark Phoenix Saga (#94-138)- ignore the lousy movies, this is the original dyptich space opera triumph and tragedy of how one woman saves the universe with the transcendent power of love and Jewish mysticism, and then is destroyed by men's desire to harness godlike power for their selfish ends. If you're going to read anything of the classics, read this arc because it's brilliant and it'll give you the basics of what you need to know about the X-Men.
Days of Future Past (#141-142)- only two issues, but it's basically the inspiration for the original Terminator franchise - a desperate resistance from a dystopian future where robotic overlords oppress surviving humanity uses time travel to avert their own timeline from ever coming to pass. It's fantastic.
God Loves, Man Kills (Marvel Graphic Novel #5) - the basis for the best bits of X2, it's some of Chris Claremont's best work on the mutant metaphor and a prescient exploration of the power of evangelical religion. Some of the racial politics haven't aged the best since the early 80s, but the rest is straight fire.
The Brood Saga (#154-167) - Chris Claremont watched the Aliens movies and thought "but what if the X-Men fought the Xenomorphs?" and it was awesome. Interesting explorations of when it's right to kill even a lifeform one considers to be evil, the moral quandary of suicide, and space whales.
From the Ashes (#168-179)- meet the Morlocks, is Madelyne Pryor the resurrected Jean Grey, Wolverine goes to Japan - will he marry the head of the Yakuza?, and the intended retirement of Cyclops. Also, some of the best art in the history of the X-Men.
LifeDeath (#186) - Storm loses her powers and learns how to keep on living. Some of Claremont's best writing, and some great Barry Windsor-Smith art.
The Trial of Magneto (#200) - Magneto is put on trial for crimes against humanity. Xavier almost dies and makes Magneto his replacement.
The Mutant Massacre (#210-214) - the first major X-Men crossover and the beginning of the X-Men's time as outlaws on the run. Signals a shift towards darker and more adult themes.
Fall of the Mutants (#220-227) - the X-Men die for our sins and are reborn as Aussies.
Inferno (#239-243) - Madelyn Pryor enacts a Medean programme to revenge herself against a world that treated her as a "nothing person in a nowhere place."
Second, you can read Grant Morrison's run on New X-Men (#114-154), which was both revolutionary in its approach to mutantkind as a minority subculture and was intended by Morrison to be the very last X-Men story. Incredibly influential and powerful writing, even if I don't always agree with their characterizations.
Third, there is a reason why Connor Goldsmith of Cerebrocast calls it "the 2019 soft reboot House of X and Powers of X by writer Jonathan Hickman." HOXPOX requires a bare minimum of knowledge about the X-Men, and it entirely redirected the focus of the X-line and the mutant metaphor itself for the last five years - and, whatever happens in the upcoming Fall of X, will continue to be influential on the future direction of the X-Men for years to come through the X-slack writers' room, which created a collaborative spirit that hasn't existed in X-comics since Chris Claremont was palling around the Lower East Side with Anne Nocenti and Walt & Weezy Simonson.
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Aftermath of Arrogance
by Augustus_Rok
The Justice League have arrived in Amity park a year after the opening of a portal by the Doctors Fenton. They come in believing themselves well informed, though the are aware of the broad sweep of scientific bias that will need worked through.
Things go from rough for their inductee Red Huntress to worse, Valarie Gray when her promotion into the team causes the native and priorly misidentified Gate Keeper spirit to shift its, his, focus.
On the other side of the equation, Danny's life is picked up and moved inches to the left as the Justice League fix the ongoing mistakes in the Fenton household, securing the portal against humans and ghosts alike, moving him and his sister into a local hotel under hero watch, shutting down the GIW, and putting his parents in a separate location. It's... Actually quite nice. Calmer.
But as things progress, from letting his rogues lay siege to Valarie in a soft attempt to show just how little she can handle, to her joining Team Phantom, he finds that as Amity is brought under scrutiny properly the feeling of danger grows.
Only this time instead of Pariah Dark emerging from his portal it seems the feeling is strongest on the edges of his city. He doubts it's any good.
Words: 5466, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Tumblr based works, prompt fills, and dabblings
Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Danny Fenton, Valerie Gray, Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Vlad Masters
Relationships: Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Vlad Masters, Danny Fenton & Justice League (DCU)
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The Puppet: Sheriff Brent
Part 1
Barry Jackson has disappeared from sight according to his family he is gone like a light he completely vanishes without a word into the wind.
Sheriff Brenton Alan is currently on the hunt for him getting in to his police car he drove out of the city heading in to the forest area to the real world
His town is always a lowly small town with nothing going on at the moment accept for this end mystery he slips on the radio twisting the knob.
Something is off as he crosses the what they call the great decide a line separating the world as we know no one ever returns home.
Could he have cross the barrier we all he did but why, all I have is his cellphone and an empty receipt.
How on earth can full tank of gas totally deplete so fast after I filled it up a mere few seconds ago.
The car stalls rolling down to the end of the forest to a bridge it hits hard leaving him shaken.
He pops the door open his feet landing on the ground slamming the door he lifts his hand over his eyes.
The sheriff stares in shock can’t understand the fog filtering in to the entire area he is lost to the sea.
“What is going on? Where am I?” The Sheriff asks.
“I was in the forest a minute ago.” He slams his fist swearing in a shock.
“There is a light bright in my face.”
“Is this another world?”
“A new timeline?”
“DAMN IT! Barry are you there?”
“This is sheriff Brenton “
“Where the hell is he?”
“I most go by foot”
Part 2
Sheriff Brenton finds his feet beginning to move something in him stirs as his eyes pop with his pupils changing colors often.
The fog cloaks him in a shade of a darkness he fails in to it moving forward his feet slip falling down a cliff.
He hits the ground in searing pain he shifts to his side landing on his back he seething in anger.
He leans in a bit pushing upward his hands are propelling upward he holds himself up to standard.
His vision blocks a bit unable to see through the shade of cloaks and he finds his sled in a state of nothingness.
The clouds are gone soon enough a strange man can be seen in the far south of the land with a young guy next to him.
He digs in to his pocket removing a small ass picture from his pocket tightly he held it to his face.
“It is Barry, what did that bastard do?”
“I have to save him”
“Wait? My holster? My gun?”
“Where is my uniform?”
“Whose clothes are these?”
“Mwahahahahaha”
“You thought you could enter my domain”
“Who are you ?”
“The Master of this kingdom”
“Step aside! I am here for Barry “
“Barry is perfectly fine”
Part 3
“Barry Please Come Here”
“Yes Master”
“Explain yourself”
“Yes Master”
“I love him”
“He is my world”
“My everything “
“My lord, master and god”
“He is my king “
“You can’t be serious “
“Dead serious “
“If you lay a hand on him”
“You will regret it”
“You will do what?”
“Break every bone in your body “
“No!”
“Don’t make me”
“It’s no point to resist “
“He is always right”
“I learnt that well”
“He helped me”
“Shape me”
“Save me”
“I love him”
The sound of his heartbeat matches the airy pounding of the drums growing in heavy odd synths.
Brenton’s body quakes in energy soothing him deeply he falls in to a deep like trance he stands empty.
I happily watch him slipping from the private backstage computer room in to the hallway I step on to the stages.
“Perfect! This will be a great addition “
“Let me feel you up”
“You are hard “
“So fucking hard”
“Small cock though”
“Call me Master”
“Yes Master”
“Sir Yes Sir”
“I own you, you will succumb to me”
“I will succumb “
“I surrender to you “
“I love you “
“Yes”
“My love”
“Good boi”
The end
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Paradigm Shift for the 'Why I wrote it bingo'!
Paradigm Shift - Ao3
So a great deal of the fuel for this fic came from spite. Specifically spite over that WestAllen kiss in S1. We all know the one. The one where Iris cheats on Eddie in a timeline that is promptly erased. It's romanticized by canon and fanon alike and... I honestly find the whole thing kinda awful. Like, seriously, how does anyone even like that kiss? Why would anyone like Iris to cheat on Eddie with Barry? It's at least mildly out of character for Iris at that point in the show. (I say mildly but I mean wildly. It's just... she hasn't shown any actual romantic interest in Barry by that point; she's just had a lot of people telling her that she does in contradiction to everything she's said and done, which is... not cool.) And Eddie, who has been nothing but a good boyfriend, doesn't deserve that. And lets face it, Eddie's been treating Iris better than Barry at that point in the show. I mean, for one thing... he's not acting entitled towards her just because he likes her. Unlike Barry, who definitely has shades of being a 'nice' guy going on at times. (Admittedly changes in the series finale, but it wouldn't be The Flash if Iris weren't being treated as the prize to be won. Everyone must be entitled to Iris on this show, I swear.)
I admit, I'm pretty sure I find most cheating arcs nonsensical, off-putting, and offensive because I'm aro. It cannot possibly be that hard to just... not cheat.
But it was not this spitefulness alone that gave me the idea for this fic, it was just what fueled the fic (still leaving soooo much spite left over). No, what inspired the fic was, on rewatch, thinking about how close Barry came to knowing Cisco was dead. And how might that have changed things when Barry went back in time if he had known?
So it all started with that first scene where Barry in the fic - already freaking out over what's going on with the weird weather and the lake that's about to severely damage the city - and he learns Cisco's dead. Here it's a subtle change, but in canon its implied Barry time travels for fear of what might happen to Iris if he fails to save here. In the fic, he time travels because he wants more time to save Cisco. And Barry gets that time.
Barry and Cisco are a pretty tight team at that point. They've been doing the Flash thing together since day 1 and, unlike Wells and Caitlin, Cisco never had to be brought around to the idea of Barry being a superhero. Sure, Cisco made a 'in case of emergency, break glass' plan with the Cold Gun, but Cisco was the first person who really, truly believed in Barry as a hero. With Cisco backing him up - Cisco, who is Barry's hero by the end of S1 - Barry probably really feels like he can take on anything. But now Cisco's dead and... Barry can't do this without him. So when suddenly Cisco's alive again thanks to time travel shenanigans, Barry has to think about what his feelings for Cisco really mean and what he'd give up in order to keep Cisco alive and well.
It was one of those fics that, once I had the idea, it wouldn't shut up in my head.
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If you’re still taking AU headcanon asks: AU where Caitlin’s powers manifest in s1 or s2? 👀
Absolutely! It might have got away from a little
Farooq Gibran shows up to attack S.T.A.R. Labs as canon, it more or less follows canon, only there's a moment Caitlin seems not herself, her face seems to harden and it's like she's going to step out to fight him, and Cisco grabs her, and hisses because she's so cold, but that noise of Cisco in pain shakes her out of it, Barry's powers come back, and afterwards Caitlin doesn't remember it.
And then Leonard Snart shows up to kidnap her, with his friend with the Heat Gun. And she tries to run, they want to use her to hurt Barry, they're talking about hurting Barry, and she tries to run and she's so sure she remembers those flames licking at her arm, but there's no burn and after she doesn't remember anything until she wakes up tied to a chair. They say she tried to fight, but she can't remember.
She talks to Cisco after. This happened when she was a child, a few times, she would get scared and then not know anything, but they all assumed it was some kind of anxiety disorder, one developed after she lost her father, or maybe before, it all gets so lost in the blank parts of her mind and she hates it, she spent so long working on getting it to stop, it's been at least five years since her last full black out, but Cisco is her best friend and he's there for her in the way he always is and he reassures her that she's been through so much lately, it's okay for her to be struggling right now.
There's a moment, standing by that crater, that Caitlin thinks she's just got Ronnie back only to lose him all over again, and the moment he's told there's no radiation, Barry's so focused on getting Caitlin in there to Ronnie- please, please to Ronnie- that he doesn't notice the ice that's been spreading out from her feet.
Doctor Wells asks Barry later about the temperature drop his suit registered, and Barry shakes his head, he vaguely noticed, but there were more important things on his mind, it was probably to do with the explosion. Eobard takes himself off to his Time Vault with a grin though and pulls up a different newspaper article. It was always a gamble, employing the future Vibe, he could take a speedster's powers among other things Eobard wasn't sure about, and Cisco Ramon was loyal, but ultimately good. A hero. But Killer Frost wasn't, not in the timeline he came from, and she's got the ideal powers for countering a speedster's...
There's that flash on her face again, that shift, when Eiling comes to Jitters to try and take Ronnie, but Barry's hurt and Barry needs Caitlin.
We get our first proper look at Frost with Hannibal Bates, though we don't know it yet. One moment the person Caitlin thinks is Barry is kissing her out of nowhere, the next he's lying on the other side of the room, his face frost covered and tinted blue and Iris is there for some reason, Doctor Wells too, but it's Iris who's holding her, telling her it's okay, and Caitlin doesn't remember, doesn't know what they saw doesn't know what Iris knows, but Iris is there and gentle and reassuring, and Caitlin still just sees Barry's body, and she's scared, but Iris is there and so warm and gentle and reassuring and Caitlin feels herself crying and when she wipes the tears from her face they look like ice.
Eobard drops that Caitlin has powers when he's in the Pipeline, talks about her becoming Killer Frost and a villain like it's inevitable, in the same way he talks about Cisco's powers, tries to convince her one day he'll turn on her friends, and none of her friends believe him. Barry tells her that was the timeline Eobard came from, and uses it as one of his reasons he can't risk the one they live in, not if it means doing that to Caitlin.
But there's still the Singularity, and when we open s2 Caitlin is at Mercury Labs and trying to understand metapowers more so she can get rid of her own before she goes down that path. This is also when we first meet Eliza Harmon, who's working with Caitlin on this.
S2 we get a few hints about Caitlin's past, we learn her mother divorced her father after he developed motor neurone disease and she didn't want Caitlin seeing him and it drove this wedge between them that only worsened the day she told Caitlin he'd died.
'Jay' works with Caitlin on both finding a cure for Velocity-9, and trying to find a way to take a meta's powers. It could help them stop Zoom for good, he convinces her, and he's showering her in all this affection and love and she's hurting so much...
When Geomancer attacks S.T.A.R. Labs while Cisco and Barry are on Earth-2, Caitlin has another black out, throws ice out of herself again, and Iris is there to comfort her, again.
Finding out her Earth-2 doppelganger is Killer Frost only makes Caitlin more afraid of herself, more desperate to get rid of these powers, which is exactly why Cisco and Barry spent the first few weeks back trying to keep it from her. And now she's lost Jay and she's just tearing her hair out-
But Cisco was a villain on Earth-2 too, he says to her, it doesn't mean anything, and he'll do what he can for her, but powers can never change she's his best friend and he knows she would never hurt him.
This is when we first properly meet Carla Tannhauser- Caitlin goes to see her and Cisco goes with her. Caitlin's mother still refuses to talk about her father, they both know she knows more than she's letting on, but she does say she'll help.
Jay is Zoom and Caitlin finds another thing to hate herself for- nothing good would have come of giving Zoom a way to take powers from people, and even if Caitlin didn't find her own way, she recognises her own work in Harry's method of taking Barry's speed.
Giving him Barry's speed is the only way to save Wally and of course he agrees to that, he's Barry, he's the hero. And then Zoom- Jay- is holding Barry against the wall, murder in his eyes, and Caitlin can beg, can plead, can offer herself like Barry would do for her-
And then Zoom runs to her and we fully see the shift, we see Caitlin's hair glowing white, we see this anger and rage and protection in her eyes and she with such purpose shoots ice from her hands directly into Hunter Zoloman. And she speaks, Frost, for the first time, a voice which is Caitlin's and which isn't, a warning:
"If you touch Caitlin again, I will drive an icicle through your heart"
Zoom skitters away, through a breach, he got what he came for, and Team Flash look at this person who is Caitlin and who isn't and she's nervous and afraid, and Iris holds out a hand.
When Caitlin comes back to herself she's sat in the Cortex, a blanket around her, her family around her, and they explain what happened during her black out. Explain that they met Frost and no one was ever meant to know about Frost, but she couldn't ever let Caitlin get hurt, not again.
And this part of her opens, things fall into place, and learning to live with Frost, finding this new dynamic between them, finding out how to control her powers and embrace them instead of being afraid- because both Caitlin and Frost have the powers, the powers come from the body they share-, finding out the truth about what happened to her father and what he did to her, that can all wait for s3 and beyond.
For now she knows the truth, knows she's safe, and for now she can just breathe.
And then she's going to find Hunter Zoloman and stab him with an icicle for everything he's done to her friends.
Thank you!
[5+ headcanons for an AU]
#this might just be a fic now#it's way more than 5 and it feels more like plot points than headcanons#but i like the idea of the au very much#replies#shrinkthisviolet#dc tv universe#dc#caitlin snow#*
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Savitar (Flash) : Fanfiction - Chapter 4 A
You’re both so close, yet, still on different sides.
“I don’t take orders.”
You nod. It was naive to assume he would just follow. You move in again, and it looks like he’s ready for a fight, but your hand moves to his neck and he almost holds his breath at how close you are. Your lips are merely inches apart.
“W-What are you-”
There’s a click and he looks down in surprise. He’s cuffed with power dampeners.
He looks pissed, rightfully so. Before he can make a move you draw your gun, aiming right at his stomach. You grin.
“Looks like you don’t have much of a choice. You can come willingly or unwillingly. I can drop you in the pipeline or we could just see what the rest of Team Flash decides, it’s your choice.
It’s obvious that he doesn’t like how easily he’s been subdued. Sitting in a prison isn’t exactly desirable.
“You really think the second I get these cuffs off I won’t hurt you.”
“I know you won’t.”
Maybe it’s the lack of distance that is so unnerving.
“Something happened when you spared Iris. I can’t put my finger on it, but something shifted. You’re different.” You search his eyes, and he wants to pull away. But your gaze feels like a weight that he can’t remove.
“Nothing has changed. I’m still the same. I’m me. Not Barry Allen.”
“I know that.”
“Then stop looking at me like that.” His tone is sharp.
“Like what? A friend that needs my help?”
“I’m not your friend.”
“Then tell me..tell me how am I looking at you?”
His exhale is a bit shaky. Right about now he wishes he could use his speed to intimidate. It’s agitating being in this position. You can read him well. It’s like you can see through everything and he hates it.
“They’ll never trust me, accept me. I’ll always be the stain that tried to break The Flash. Do you truly believe they’ll see past that.”
“That implies that you actually want to change.”
Savitar pulls his hand away at the implication and the gun drops from your hand. He pushes forward and you both tumble to the floor. His intention is to pin you down. But it backfires. You lock your legs around his hips, using your body to shift his weight. He grunts when his body smacks into the floor with you on top. You grab his cuffed hands, pinning them above his head.
Savitar’s eyes are wide in shock.
“Stop resisting.”
He expects anger, but your gaze holds sympathy.
“Please just..let me..please..”
Right now would be the perfect time for him to fight back. You’re vulnerable. Your words before weren’t completely wrong. You were in fact right something had changed. He could no longer see Barry’s life. Well, his life in Barry's eyes. It was as if he’d been severed. Like they were no longer bound. He supposed it had something to do with the changing timeline. Iris hadn’t died like it was made to happen. Everything was different. If he was no longer Barry Allen, then where were these feelings coming from?
Why did he feel so much pain looking at the way you were crying for his sake?
It was irrational.
He should resist.
He needs to resist.
“Okay.”
Your hold loosens at his words.
“I’ll try to change.”
Your face couldn’t have gotten brighter than it was right now, and for a moment, he convinced himself that this expression of pure joy was actually for him.
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🍄⚠️🖍❤️
🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”
Oh boy, well, okay, I suppose... "Doctor Who + Buffy = Theodore Thawne AU?" No idea if I've done that right at all, but considering in this AU there is: time travel, time travel angst, shifting timelines, teenagers finding out they have powers and freaking out about it for different reasons, one resentful of the other in terms of the fact that they got love and support while they (apparently) didn't, discussion about what legacy even means, a character's death that can't be changed, and another character who comes back wrong...there's a lot of similarities.
⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?
The first part of my Theodore Thawne AU! I'm currently working on it and it's likely that Part 1 will end just as Theodore goes back in time to 2018/19 (especially as I still haven't watched S5 yet and I definitely need to for obvious reasons).
🖍Post Any sentence from your wip
Theodore knows ARGUS is bad news – it still shocks him that despite everything the Justice League had done, despite Uncle Barry literally dying to save the world, people had still turned against any kind of metahuman or non-human, fuelled by ARGUS and their agendas.
Theodore's eight year's old and he's just been told what really happened during Crisis.
❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.
Thank you very much ^_^
wip ask game
#answering my asks#thanks for asking#wip: theodore thawne au part 1#oc: theodore edward thawne#the flash
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The Flash: Life on Standby | 9x12: “A New World, Part 3: Changes” | Barry Allen & Averey Moore (OC)
A/N: Kinda/sorta spoilery for the future of the Blindsided series (and spoilers for the show) but I’ve had something like this stuck in my head since I watched 9x12 and I needed to write it down, haha.
-Rhuben
“He said that he has the chance to change everything. That if he chooses the crystal, he could get everything he deserves." Averey screwed up her nose as Barry made another pass around the living room. “I just don’t understand. How could he want to do this? That's not Eddie. It’s not the Eddie we know.”
Averey’s eyebrows lifted as she watched him. He had spent the whole time they had stood in Eddie’s “home” relaying everything he had just experienced with their friend. And the whole time, apart from her inquiry about where they were, Averey had been quiet. She didn’t say a word, just twisted her features in reaction to the words that came out of his mouth.
So it really through him for a loop when Averey looked him square in the eye and said, flatly, “Shut up, Barry.”
Barry stopped pacing, coming to a halt in the middle of the living room. “What?” He couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“Eddie’s getting the chance to see what kind of life he’d get to have should things have been normal for at least five bloody minutes,” Averey explained, her eyebrows coming towards each other. “How do you not understand that?”
“It’s the Negative Speed Force, Averey,” Barry reminded her. “It’s not real. None of this, none of what he wants, is real!”
“And it was the Reverse Flash, Barry. And then it was Zoom. And then it was Savitar.” Barry let out a noise of frustration and spun on his heel to storm into the dining aera. Averey followed him, calling after him to say, “There’s always going to be someone that’ll change things – the timeline - in our lives, B. It may not be real to you, or any of us, but it’s real to him.”
Barry made a scoffing sound, shaking his head.
“Ah, my apologies, mate.” Averey’s tone suddenly took on sarcasm. “Guess I just never realized you were the only one who was allowed to take the chance to see how your life was different.”
Barry whirled around to face her. “That’s not true.”
“It is true, and you know it,” adopting his direct tone. “You’re selfish, Barry Allen!”
Barry’s jaw dropped. The start of his next sentence died in his throat. “Unbelievable,” he said quietly. A derisive laugh came forth. “I’m trying to save the whole timeline right now,” Bary said, jabbing himself in the chest. “Our lives! Our future! How is that me being selfish?”
“As long as it’s your mum, or your wife, then you get the green light to do whatever you want with the timeline,” Averey shot back, swinging her arms in the air to indicate everything around them. “That’s how! But if it’s anyone else, we’re not allowed to make that decision.” Barry scoffed again. Averey’s eyebrows lifted and she let out a high-pitched scoff-laugh of disbelief. “You didn’t go back in time for Cisco to save Dante, and yet you tried desperately to save Iris from Savitar.”
“Averey...”
“You created that Flashpoint timeline because you went back to save Miss Nora.”
“Ok, but--”
“And that wouldn’t have even happened in the bloody first place if you hadn’t gone back in time to save your mum from Eobard!” Barry’s nostrils flared as he expelled a breath of air in one sharp exhale. “And the funny part about all of that was, that it was pointless. Miss Nora was always going to die, and yet you kept trying.”
“I didn’t even know about any of that until now,” Barry said weakly.
Averey put her head into her hands. Barry planted his hands on his hips and shifted his weight from foot to foot. “You don’t get it, Barry.”
“Oh, come on--”
“I’M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO EXIST!” Averey lifted her head, eyes ablaze. Barry grimaced at the sudden shout. “I’ve always wondered what our lives would have actually been like if none of this ever happened. If that original timeline, if that real first timeline played out where Nora didn’t die, I wondered how that would be.” She jabbed herself in the chest, her voice cracking. “And I don’t even exist, Barry! Either Henry never has an affair with my mum, and I’m never born, or I’m a different person and our paths just don’t ever cross and we don’t know about each other. But to you, no matter what, I’ve never existed. I wasn’t supposed to.”
Barry wet his lips with his tongue.
“I remember everything from every timeline that’s ever been changed. I remember everything before that tidal wave hit Central City.” She sniffed, using the heel of her palm to wipe at her nose, turning her head away from him. “I remember the first time I told Cisco that I was in love with him, but he doesn’t. It’s different for him. And it’ll always be that way. But you don’t care.”
“Ave…”
Her face became hard again. “Which isn’t a far cry from anything else, because outside of Iris, it’s like nothing exists for you. Except for her.”
Barry gaped at her. “Averey, she’s my wife.”
“And I’m your sister!” Now Barry put his face into his hands. “Not that I want anything to happen to Iris, you know I don’t, but you can always get a new wife. You can’t bloody get a new sibling.”
Barry opened and closed his mouth.
“And that kind of sucks, because it’s been sweet as getting to know you these past ten years.” Averey wiped at her eyes with her hands. “And that’s what the Thawnes tried to do. They tried to forget that Malcolm even existed, and just put Eddie into that slot. He’s had to live his life based on other people’s standards and expectations. There’s even pressure further down that bloodline as far as Eobard is concerned.”
“That’s no excuse to act like this though,” Barry said tiredly.
“Come on, B.” Averey turned away from him and moved to sit down on the couch. Barry stepped closer to her, reaching up to tap his fingertips against the entryway to the room. “It’s easy for you to say that. You’ve never been on that side of being compared to anybody. Because you’re Barry Allen.” A hint of a laugh rumbled in Barry’s throat at her jazz hands at his name.
“Mate, dad compared himself to Joe all of the time because he wasn’t there to raise you.” Barry blinked rapidly in response.
“Dad never told me that,” Barry said quietly, leaning his head against his stretched arms.
“You know Wally had that grudge against you when you two first met, and I reckon a part of him still feels that way.” Averey put a hand to her chest. “I know I still have issues with Iris I’m working out even now, because of how angry I was with her being. Eddie’s going through it, now, too. He’s just now feeling the weight of all of that emotion at one time.”
“And the Negative Speed Force is feeding off of it,” Barry reminded her. “I know he can fight it off. I know he can.”
“So, do I,” Averey said. “I don’t reckon that Eddie should listen to the Negative Speed Force and take that crystal, but you’re one big ass hypocrite for trying to force him to stop something you’ve already done so many times without a second thought.”
“Ok, ok...” Barry slowly nodded. He dropped his arms down to his sides and moved to sit down beside her. “I hear you...”
“It’s not out of the ordinary for people to wonder what their lives would be like if things were different. Yeah?” Averey crossed her arms over her chest, settling back against the cushions. She turned towards the window, squinting towards the bright lights illuminating the street. “Like if we didn’t make this decision, or take that job, or if we just had more time…” Silence feel between them as the end of her sentence trailed off. “You’ve had all the time in the world to figure this out. Eddie has the chance to make that decision for himself right now. He’s still the same Eddie; he’s just faced with a very difficult decision.”
“And if he chooses wrong?”
Averey looked at him, a solemn look on her face. “Then we gotta do, what we gotta do. But we can’t make him feel like he’s evil for being human and wanting something he always thought he couldn’t have. Or what he’s told he can’t have.”
“I just can’t believe Eddie would even consider this.”
“Please. You all thought he was selfish and into himself before this. CCPD called him ‘Detective Pretty Boy,’ remember?” A wry smile came to her face. “Or was that just your jealousy talking? Because he had Iris, and you had a lenghty date with a coma.”
Barry pressed his lips together and twisted his mouth to the side. “I...we...just didn’t know him.”
“You know him now.” Averey bumped his shoulder with hers. “Don’t hold it against him when he doesn’t choose to act the way you would. That’s not fair to him.”
“When did you get so smart?” Barry asked. “Almost sounded like something Joe would say.”
“Being around all you smart blokes, it was bound to happen,” Averey said, her smile widening slightly. “You’re the paragon of love, Barry. Sooner or later, I’d have to throw one of these sorts of speeches back in your face, right?” Her smile slowly faded. “So, what do we do now?”
“Prepare,” Barry said, just as solemn, “to do what we gotta do.”
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#the flash#barry allen#eddie thawne#oc: averey moore#averey!the flash#the flash fanfiction#the flash 9x12#by: rhuben#authored by: rhuben
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Resident Evil: Apocalypse Movie Review
So, finally kicking procrastination in the balls and actually continuing the movie reviews on a movie series that genuinely was very formative in my youth but now find it more disappointing than anything. Mostly because of how in every single sequel to the W.S. Anderson Resident Evil series seems to depend on retcons in one way or another, varying wildly in quality between each movie. Apocalypse, the second movie in the six, I'm very torn from because there was not only a major retcon in terms of the timeline of the viral outbreak in Raccoon City, butchering of original game characters, but also really interesting concepts that COULD have been amazing but... just falls flat.
Firstly, the retcon. At the end of the first film, Alice is slowly walking down the desolate streets, the city devoid of life, and heavily implied that the viral outbreak had already taken place and killed nearly everyone. Alone she stands, with nothing but a thin hospital gown and a shotgun with no extra shells to spare. This ending was a great setup, suspenseful, filled with tension, anticipation, and dread. Especially with Matt being placed in the Nemesis program, we could have had a wonderful story fusion of Resident Evil 2 and 3 with Alice eventually finding her way to the Police Department, not only for more ammo but hopes of finding survivors. Perhaps she finds one, an idealistic rookie cop who just started his job and now has been surviving on his own for a week, trying to reach someone, anyone for help through a radio. Perhaps she runs into a young girl, scared, alone, and helpless, and now Alice has to protect her from the zombies and infected animals, and the Lickers. You could have Nemesis constantly chasing her, trying to eliminate her, with perhaps a few moments where he struggles and forces himself to run away, leaving a wounded Alice alone. These were all things I hoped to see, and instead, it's reconned in favor of Alice awakening in the climax of the outbreak rather than the aftermath, yet all the tension of it being the climax is nonexistent. No value is truly given to any of the people who lost their lives. It might be just because as a kid I've always preferred the zombie films where it takes place in the aftermath rather than the climax, but the retcon of the timeline and its narrative and character handling was a major flop.
Secondly, the introduction and subsequent butchering of many video game characters into the films. The only one I actually liked the handling of was Carlos, as they not only captured how much of a fun-loving, flirtatious, genuine guy he is but also how seriously he takes his mission and truly believes he's there to help people, not clean up after Umbrella's mess. Jill, the Ashfords, and Nicholai were all massive failures of their characters. Jill in the games was not just a badass with great intuition and perseverance, but a strong sense of compassion and comradery, and so willing to help everyone she was able to. Meanwhile, the movie version just feels like a cheap distilled version that purely focused on her badassery, making her feel like a 2-dimensional character rather than a 3-dimensional character. Plus, where's the rest of S.T.A.R.S.? Where's Chris? Barry? You can't just cherry-pick one and ignore the existence of everyone else on the team. Then, Nicholai, the bastard that constantly antagonizes Jill and only sees value in data, money, and what serves him and him alone. The world collapsing? A life-saving vaccine that the world will inevitably need when containment breaks out? Who cares, it doesn't give him a big enough paycheck in the end. Yet in the film, he's so two-dimensional and forgettable that it isn't even worth getting into what little he does before he's killed by an infected dog. This seems so pointless since it seems they shifted his role in the game off to Major Cain. At that point, why bring Nicholai in the first place? For shits and giggles? Pointless added death to the survivors to show how bad the outbreak is? Regardless, it's just a disappointment.
The Ashfords, both the Doctor and Angie, are interesting yet disappointing. It's something that completely differs from what takes place in the games, by a fucking mile, yet the concept of a father inventing a virus to help his daughter live a life without struggle which inevitably the virus gets stolen and abused by a cold, heartless corporation IS something I think could have worked and almost did work, yet still falls flat in the overall poor writing and handling of the film in general. And honestly, I also wouldn't be so ticked had they not slapped the Ashord name on there for sake of having an easter egg from the game, and instead just made this concept and these characters truly their own, like with Alice, Rain, and Matt.
Another concept that I was truly, truly, looking forward to the most was Matt, aka Nemesis, and how they would handle it in the movie. In the game, Nemesis really had no backstory, just a B.O.W. that was programmed with killing all S.T.A.R.S. members and anyone that could potentially ruin Umbrella's reputation. By creating Matt, the movies gave this memorable monster a wonderful and depressing backstory of having everyone he loves destroyed by Umbrella, then experimented on and enslaved by them. Forced to kill innocents just trying to escape, and the one person he has the closest ties to now, Alice. This could have been wonderful, filled with angst and grief, but unfortunately, the piss poor writing of the film just makes all of this feel so flat and wasted. We get a little hint of what could be when Nemesis remembers he's Matt, his experiences in the Hive, his sister, and Alice, and chooses to ensure she and the rest of the survivors escape Raccoon City. He sacrifices his life because he knows despite he's still breathing, his life ended in the Hive. He's suffering and wants it to end, and there is no chance he would be able to have a life outside of Umbrella, and would rather take his final breath knowing Alice and the others got out safe, and that Cain is dead.
The ending with Alice as we know it being dead, and now following her clone, as well as her being a good bond for the T-Virus WAS a very interesting concept at the time of it's release(though little did I know it was foreshadowing for a major downfall of this movie series). However, Jill, Carlos, and Angie magically showing up to save Alice without a fuss from Umbrella, completely unexplained not only here but in the future sequals really tick me off. But that little rant will have to be saved for the review for Extinction as this is already long enough.
In conclusion, had W.S. Anderson decided to a) keep the movie universe and game universe completely separated and kept only original characters, or limited himself to just one or two game characters; b) not retconned the timeline established in the first film; and c) not focused to much on action and focused more on suspense and horror like in the first film, this truly could have been a slam dunk. 3/10 STAAARS purely for the few concepts that were intriguing and carried the film.
#resident evil: apocalypse#resident evil#W.S. Anderson#ebitch speaks#ebitch reviews#movie reviews#I couldn't resist the STARS pun
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That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm: Ch13 (on AO3)
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··· Waverider, Temporal Zone, T minus 66 minutes until timeline settles ···
The lights came back on in the Waverider’s secondary lab, and Sara nearly jumped out of her skin. Martin stood in front of her, completely solid again. Jax was too, flailing in Mick’s arms.
“I’m okay, big guy, I’m back again!” the younger half of Firestorm yelped.
“What just happened?” Sara demanded, making sure everyone in the room was okay.
“Where did you go?” Amaya helped Jax steady himself.
“I’m not sure.” Jax looked past Sara to Martin. “But we really need to get back home.”
“We’ve left Ronnie alone too long,” the professor agreed. “He might become unstable.”
“The last time you merged with him was… when?” Nate blinked hard. “I met Ronnie when we all went back… for some reason. It’s like there’s a big blank spot in my head. There’s three parts to Firestorm in this timeline now. But I can’t remember why only two of you—”
“Enough chatting,” Mick barked, glaring around the room.
“Gideon, get us back to Central City—without the month-skipping this time.”
“Time jumps are unadvisable until the new timeline crystalizes,” the AI apologized.
“What’s the sudden rush, Mick?” Ray stared incredulously.
“Doesn’t matter.” Mick glared at him. “As long as we get back before February 2017.”
“Okay, what am I missing now?” Sara didn’t think stabilizing Ronnie was the only reason Jax and Martin were anxious to go home. Why did Mick want to go back too, though?
And why did she have the urge to visit Keystone City?
“We’ve got one hour left, Rip.” Sara turned to their former captain. “We can’t go anywhere from here until the timeline settles anyway. If you know what we’re missing, tell us.”
“I cannot.” Rip sank down into a chair. “My memories are as incomplete as yours now.”
Something about those words stirred a memory in Sara’s mind—a sterile room, white light, a tall, narrow cylinder. No, a containment chamber. “I’m n-not s-supposed to touch it! Doctor Thawne s-says it’s t-too d-d-dangerous for m-me.” That voice sounded familiar. She’d heard it so recently, but her mind was full of blanks. She wished she had her phone to call—
Nothing. The memories remained out of reach. Gideon’s shifting headlines still showed Barry and Len in their signature suits. For one fleeting moment, Sara thought she saw a photo of Iron Heights and glimpsed the deep green of the Arrow suit. This was ridiculous. They’d fought Civil War zombies, prevented an American president from making the Cold War even worse, stopped the reshaping of the whole country, even. Through time itself, they’d chased down a would-be dictator then fought an evil speedster and his coterie of self-interested villains.
After all that, what couldn’t they handle?
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#coldflash#coldflash fanfiction#barry allen#leonard snart#captain cold#the flash#cw the flash#legends of tomorrow#they're idiots your honor#wip update#the legends are just getting jerked around by whatever Barry and Len do#the author regrets nothing#sara is so done#sara lance#white canary
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early january 2019, somewhere in dc
alternate timeline
@everythingheard (leon)
the last few weeks have been a sort of blurred amalgamation of chaos. well, if claire is honest with herself the last few months have been really. it wasn't that long ago that she'd been a simple girl who's most stressing factor of her life was what was going to be on the following day's test in one of her college courses or her annoyance at chris' lack of contact as of late. that'd been what had led her toward a weekend in raccoon city. she'd go there, visit with jill and barry and chris and chastise her older brother for being incognito. then, she'd call text her roommate and tell her everything was fine and she'd had an epic weekend and was relatively prepared for monday's quiz. simple. except, nothing about that night she'd driven into raccoon had been simple and the horror show had failed to end in the aftermath, instead shifting and reforming into car chases and kidnappings and two outbreaks on that god-damned island and in antarctica.
it'd been hard, to stay ahead of all their enemies leading up to paris and claire's fairly certain they wouldn't have made it as far as they had without david and john and becca who, at least the former two, had access to all kinds of underground means to help them through various contacts they'd made in the world prior. not in this day and age where all someone had to do was snap a picture and facial recognition could do the rest. she'd had to completely change her hair color to red from her darker strands too-- temporarily-- but at least sherry had gotten a kick out of wearing a wig. it'd also meant none of them could really spend time outside the safe houses which often meant that claire and leon had a lot of time to stick together and get to know one another. they hadn't been as outgoing as sherry who always asked the other three questions and it hadn't occurred to her until she'd been captured the first time that she hadn't slept alone in months either. not because her and leon were.. well, she wasn't sure what they were even if she'd picked up some signals from him that maybe he wouldn't mind being more than just.. friends, but because there was only so much space and they wanted sherry to have her own bed so it'd been practical, especially at the beginning to just lay next to each other on one. they were adults, it wasn't a big deal. and if they sometimes they ended up closer, it was just because one of them had a nightmare and it.. helped to have the other there.
but then she'd felt as if her and leon had been upon the precipice of some kind of shift that had been building since utah only for her to be captured by umbrella and shipped off to rockfort. they'd barely even gotten a reunion when chris had brought her back either because everyone was moving and scattering because their location had been discovered and her and leon had just been trying to get sherry somewhere safe. it'd only been a few hours later when they'd been surrounded and panic had set in when she'd thought it was umbrella. it hadn't been a relief when she'd realized it was her own government though either. at least they'd let them stay together on the transport. but claire hadn't been sure if it was a good faith tactic or sympathy before they killed them for what they knew and that had haunted them for a number of hours before they'd been forced apart at some base or where ever the fuck they'd been taken. she's pretty sure she'd managed to land at least a black eye to one operative. in any case, she hadn't calmed until hours later, after their deals had been presented and she'd known there was at least some value placed on her life by them.
she'd used that, to the best of her ability.
agreed to their terms if they agreed to hers. claire had quickly learned that they weren't going to let her or leon have sherry back but at least they'd said they could see her and she thinks, now, that likely had to do with the fact it was something both her and leon had countered with when presented with their respective deals. she'd gotten them to agree to clear the s.t.a.r.s. members like her brother too though she felt that was possibly something they were already planning on. if they weren't going to kill them for what they knew they wanted people they could use. people that they could keep within their grasp instead of allowing to reveal what they knew. people with experience to help them against something like raccoon happening again. eventually, claire decided there was some truth to that and maybe they weren't full of malice in detaining them but it hadn't meant she fully trusted them either. she hadn't really stopped hearing her heart pounding in her ears until they'd let her see leon and they'd told each other what they'd been made to agree too; what they'd agreed to protect sherry but also to protect each other.
and that last realization had nearly overwhelmed her in it's intensity and all the little implications that it held within it.
at least... though, they let them say bye to sherry and claire thinks leon's hold on her had lasted far passed when her and him had been allowed to finally have some place to rest because maybe that hold was the only thing keeping them from feeling as if everything was ripped away in that moment. it wasn't freedom, they were still in a kind of house arrest until things began to move into place with their deals, but it was a room without eyes on them. a room they'd been in together because they'd steadfastly refused to be separated when things were so influx and some part of them maybe still believed despite the deals they were in danger. that'd been days ago and claire thinks maybe the last few days have been the least her and leon have actually communicated with each other sans figuring out what their deals were going to cause their futures to look like and the relief they'd had when they'd been told that her brother and the others had been found but weren't being detained, only debriefed and they were being cleared of the falsehoods spread after raccoon. part of claire figures that made sense, since most of them had been military prior it'd be easier to gain cooperation once they were shown the government knew the truth and were willing to clear them.
things had calmed now too, in relation to her and leon's situation. they weren't being treated badly.. now, at least. they were being informed of things. they told him about what lay ahead with his training and told her they'd had her school records altered to take off the fails in all her classes when she hadn't shown up for them after raccoon and they were securing her what was needed for what they'd agreed to with her. but her and leon hadn't really had a moment to address anything between them about them even if that shift still felt present, maybe in some ways more so in the subtle moments in the last few days they'd kept each other in their sight, in the way they automatically held a united front when someone communicated with them, arms brushing, a hand held to comfort and calm, in the way there'd been a shift to her curling into him instead of facing away out of some semblance of maintaining a line that said 'we're only stopping nightmares by laying like this, we're just friends'. she thinks maybe, that's his way of protecting her too, especially after she'd been missing for so long after paris with him unknowing if she was even alive until she'd gotten that video call out and she'd seen his tired features come back to life when he'd appeared on the screen and saw her.
thank god for modern technology.
but now, as claire watches him return to the quarters and pause at the door searching the room until his gaze lands on her and knows she's still there just like she does every time she's called out of the room and returns to him, the fact that they are going to be separated again finally fully washes over her like a train running her over. it's not goodbye, claire reminds herself. in no world were they going to let it be yet as it stood it wasn't what it could be either. or rather, their future wasn't. it strikes her, that for some time now, when she's thought about the future there was some version of them in it. that he'd become this force in her life that had impacted in her a way that would never not be present. that even if she was going to be allowed to go finish college and he was going to go off for some training that she knew was going to be a hell of lot worse than standard training (she'd spent years on a base, she'd heard the stories about special forces and other types of training), she didn't want to leave things unsaid or influx. she wanted.. she wanted him to have a reason to come back.. to her. she wanted them to have a focus point. something solid, even if it was just a hope for something. maybe that's what they both needed after all the shit they'd been through. it's also why claire's crossing the room before she can stop herself. it's why she doesn't stop until she's so close to him that she can feel his breath and warmth because he hasn't been the one to broach this yet but she's willing to be. it's why her gaze washes over his whole face, lingering on his lips for a brief moment before settling on his ocean eyes.
"i don't know what the next few months are going to look like for either of us, leon. but what i do know is, i like you." that word didn't seem to encompass all of what she felt but it was all the previous lit major was able to muster at the moment. "i'm willing to admit that now." she states, letting her hand reach up to touch the side of his face. suddenly she feels like a highschooler with a crush and not a woman standing there with someone she's gone through hell and back with. but she pushes that down and continues. "i think this thing between us.. i think it could be something. i want it to be, but i'll survive if you don't." she wouldn't judge him if he refused this; they were both still dealing with a hell of a lot of trauma claire also thought sometimes the best things in life were things you had to fight for or be brave enough to take a leap of faith for. that was what hope was and somewhere along the way leon had become hope to her, and.. warmth. hopeful warmth that she sought out like a cat to the sun. she was ready to, she could only just hope he was too. "i just know i do like you and i have for awhile now and i know you're someone i'm willing to wait for while you go off to train. if you want me to be."
#so so much of this set up you seriously dont have to match length at all#the last few para are really what counts as the starter haha#but apparently my brain and heart just needed admitting feelings thread that wasn't in the middle of an 'incident' lol#still stress around them but they aren't gonna be attacked any second so they have a little peace to have their moment lol#everythingheard#muse; claire redfield#v; biohazard reimagined (secondary timeline)#thread; something between us
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