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#also if we get zed in the life series. somehow. i’m so sorry for the person i’ll become
time-slink · 7 months
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mayhaps spare a zedaph. ..? i dont think ive ever seen you draw him o:
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i certainly have but it’s been a bit so here he is again!!
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eternlmisery · 7 years
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Dinah- The Canary rises again 3/3 (Come back to me series)
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“Oliver?” Sara questioned as she looked around the room that she was in- if that was even a room to begin with. It was a closed space but once you looked a little bit more carefully you began to realize that it was a pretty strange room. The floor was like you were walking on clouds and purple leaves were falling down the nonexistent ceiling and settling on the clouds. A big window was on the right wall, which was also covered with leaves and through the see-through curtains Sara could make out the same puffy pale purple-colored clouds and sky. On the middle of the room was a white steel king sized bed that looked like it was straight from a fairytale. Sara took a step closer to the mysterious bed and gasped as she saw Laurel lying on the white silk covers on the same dress she was buried in. Her eyes were closed and she looked just like she did back in S.T.AR Labs.
“Laurel, Laurel wake up.” She said and shook her sister, who remained unconscious. “Please Laurel wake up I’m here.”
“Where are we?” Questioned Oliver and suddenly he was right there. He saw Laurel and quickly rushed next to Sara.
“She isn’t waking up.” Sara stated as she stood up and wiped her eyes.
“Sara, look.” Oliver pointed at a white door across the window. “I suggest we get going because we have no idea if we’re on a clock. Too bad my phone can’t come with us.”
She opened the door, revealing… the garden of the Queen Mansion. It was a sunny morning and they could both hear voices on the distance. Oliver furrowed his eyebrows at his former home. It looked the same but somehow it was different than how he last remembered it.  
Sara let Oliver walk in there first, following him before giving her sister another glance. He started walking towards the balcony door that leaded on one of the living rooms, when two children ran out of the house.
“Oh my God.” Sara exclaimed as her eyes were glued to the 10 year old Oliver and Laurel. Oliver was chasing Laurel who was skipping, not really wanting to escape Oliver as it seemed. She still had her brown hair which was long and bouncing on her ponytail. Oliver still had the exact same blue eyes and was just a bit taller than her.
“I caught you, Dinah!” He yelled as he literally tackled Laurel to the ground and she let out a squeal.
“I told you not to call me that, Ollie!” She whined and stood up from the grass, wiping the dirt off of her pink tights. “It reminds me of mommy and I’m not her!”  Oliver laughed at the memories. He faintly remembered that day, but mostly the part when he broke a vase and blamed it on Laurel. He really was a little brat.
“What are we supposed to do here?” Sara questioned, looking at little Laurel and little Oliver who were arguing about something. Before Oliver could answer his younger self started running back inside, with Laurel running after him that time. The other two began following them when the sound of something breaking was heard. Unsurprisingly enough, Oliver stood over a broken vase and looking at Laurel, panicked.
“Now my mom is going to come and being a terrible brat, I’m gonna blame Laurel and she is going to take the fall for it.” Sara chuckled.
“Of course she did, she had a crush on you. Mom and Dad didn’t give her allowance for two weeks.”  
“Oliver, Laurel, what did you do?” Moira demanded as she rushed into the room and looked at the broken vase and two children above it. “Did you break something again, Oliver?”
“I’m sorry, mom. It was my fault.” He told her and pouted.
“Not pinning it on Laurel? Taking responsibility for your actions is showing that you’re growing up, Oliver.” Moira said and ruffled her son’s hair.  Oliver looked at Sara and furrowed his eyebrows.
“This isn’t what happened.” He stated as little Oliver smiled at Laurel and she smiled back. “This is different. I… I liked Laurel here. I remember not liking her. I knew that she did but… this isn’t her real memories.”
 “How much longer?” Leonard demanded as he paced back and forth next to Sara’s unconscious body.
“Again, as you asked 5 minutes ago and 10 minutes ago, I have no idea.” Constantine answered Leonard as he drank from a flask.
“How can you not know what they are doing? They could be dying.” Leonard muttered and sat on a chair.
“Mate, rituals like that can be different for people. They are in Laurel’s mind and heart and they have to find her soul. Something is holding her soul back and that thing makes her not move on. I have only seen this once before, mate and we thought the woman who had it was going to die but she survived so just have faith in your wife.” He said and he half smiled.
“I sense a story, Brit.” Leonard drawled and Constantine sighed.
“My friend Zed, she died. She had visions and my evil guardian angel killed her. Long story short I kept seeing her ghost and realized that something was wrong. She was trapped in between. She was killed by a being that possessed magic, even though he slit her throat. I couldn’t be the one to go in and save her, so I don’t know more. But the thing is that she is alive. And so is Chas as you saw even though he has…” He looked at his hand where he had something written with a pen. “27 more times to die.” Leonard just looked at him, confused.
“I’ve seen some pretty weird things so I’m not gonna ask you anything else about that. But I’m glad your friend is okay now. I just hope same thing happens to Sara.” He looked at his wife, smiling.
“She died and then got resurrected and now she is married and has two kids. This is a piece of cake for her. Your girl has a lot of strength, mate. And I’m not talking only about her muscles.”  
“I know.” He stated and sighed, the only thing on his mind being Sara waking up. “Wanna see baby pictures of my kids?”
 The space around them began to change and suddenly Sara and Oliver were in a very familiar place, Oliver’s bedroom. Laurel was on the bed, studying an SAT prep book, as Oliver walked inside with a pizza and a wine bottle in hand. The young woman turned and smiled at him.
“My hero.” She said and put the book on the bed; walking towards his desk and searching for the bottle opener. “Where the hell is the bottle opener?”
“Bottom drawer.” Answered Oliver and Laurel found what she was looking for, handing Oliver the bottle opener.
“That’s when Laurel asked me to move in together.” Oliver realized and Sara sighed, remembering that this is what started everything. Oliver’s nervousness to move in with Laurel leaded to Samantha Clayton, which leaded to William and then… it leaded to Sara and the Gambit.
“Did you talk to Jean today?”
Laurel furrowed her brows. “About the ski trip?”
“No. Ray asked him to move in with her last night.” He told her and poured wine on her glass.
“That’s great news, they’ve been together forever.” Laurel told him and Sara and Oliver were looking at another different memory again.
“I’ve been together longer.” Laurel smiled.
“What are you saying, Ollie?” She asked him with a smile still on her face.
“You must be tired of my mom busting you and I know I’m tired of fearing that your dad will actually tase me if I ever close your bedroom door again.” Oliver was staring at disbelief as the dream version of him did something he would have never done in that age. And that was what made his life what it was, for better or for worse. “So wouldn't it be nice to have a little place of our own? Not necessarily a little place but you get what I mean.”
The biggest smile broke on Laurel’s face as she pulled Oliver in for a kiss.
“So is this a yes?” He teased with a smile of his own.
“Of course!”
Oliver looked at Sara and just lifted his shoulders, not knowing what was going on either. The scene around them changed again and they were back on the Queen Mansion, especially the fully decorated main room, where they usually held the galas. The whole room was decorated in balloons, garlands and a giant “Happy Birthday Robbie” letter banner was placed on the wall above a giant table where a small boy stood on a chair.
“Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Robert, Happy Birthday to you.” Everyone sang and the little boy blew his ‘5’ candle out. Sara felt her eyes water as an older Laurel stood next to the boy and pulled him in to kiss his forehead. Oliver stood on the other side of Robbie, holding a younger girl with dirty blonde hair and eyes that looked way too much like Oliver’s. She was clapping and smiling down at the 5 year old and Oliver was smiling at Laurel.
“Let’s continue having fun until the cake is all cut and ready.” Laurel said and the people started spreading across the room. Just by looking around, Sara and Oliver spotted a few familiar faces including Samantha Clayton, Tommy and a kid who looked very much like him.
They approached Laurel and Oliver, observing them with their children. They swapped, Laurel holding their daughter up and Oliver helping Robert down the chair and to the floor.
“We missed the cake didn’t we?” Said a really familiar voice and Sara herself walking inside, holding Rory’s hand. Leonard was by her side, with baby Hunter in his arms sleeping despite all of the noise.  “Hunter got hungry and we had to stop.”
“It’s okay, I’m glad you’re here now.” Laurel answered her sister and pulled her in for a tight hug, making the little girl hug her aunt too. “Hey, Rory!” The little blonde nodded and waved at her aunt.
“How big are you getting, Em?” Sara asked her with a big smile. The toddler, Emily looked at her fingertips and then furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her mother.
“Two, baby.” Laurel said to her daughter.
“Two!” She exclaimed with a giggle.
“Two!” Yelled Rory too and the two girls giggled together.
Laurel let Emily down who immediately hugged with Rory, making the two women smile.
“Queen.” Leonard said to Oliver, rocking his son back and forth.
“Snart.” He stated with a nod. “Congratulations on the little one, again.”
“And Happy Birthday to Robbie.” The boy lifted his head immediately, hearing his name.
“Thank you Uncle Len.” He answered and Leonard handed him a large box wrapped in birthday paper.
“Oliver.” Sara told him and shook him by his forearm. “I think this is where we’re supposed to be. We have to find a way to talk to Laurel.”
Oliver shook his head, snapping back to reality. Well, sort of reality.
“If Laurel could talk to us in our Earth I think we can here.”
Both of them started calling Laurel’s name, to no avail.
“Laurel, Laurel, Canary!” Screamed Sara and suddenly Laurel’s head turned to where Sara and Leonard were standing.
“Laurel?” Said the other Sara and Laurel blinked once before looking back at her sister.
“I just thought someone called for me, sorry.”
Sara let out a groan. That wasn’t going to work. But what else could they do? They were stuck. Watching their selves live different lives as they were stuck on a limbo… Just like Laurel. But Laurel’s soul was trapped. And theirs weren’t. Which meant they could go in their bodies.
“We could try to possess ourselves.” She blurted out and Oliver almost laughed. “I’m serious. Oliver, I have two children waiting for me at home and husband and my dad. And you have your sister. Staying trapped here forever isn’t an option for either of us. Get to possessing, Casper.”
“I haven’t done this before. How am I supposed to do this?” Oliver asked her; looking at the other version of him who was feeding his daughter cake. Sara took a deep breath before standing in front of her doppelganger and then literally walking inside of her body. She let out a gasp as she looked at her hands and realized that she was now fully there.  “Okay that was easier than I thought.” He followed Sara’s example and then suddenly little Emily was sitting in his lap and he was wearing a suit and a wedding band on his right hand.
“Daddy more pease!” She whined and sounded way too much like Thea. Looked like her aunt was teaching her a few of her old tricks.
“Want to go play with your cousin and then I’ll give you a half piece okay?” He offered and she looked at him for a moment before nodding and speeding off to go to Rory and the other kids. Sara looked at him and moved away from the group she was chatting with, making him follow her on the garden outside. “What are we going to do now?”
“I didn’t think that we would get this far so I don’t really know.” Sara said and shrugged. Oliver groaned.
“Maybe we need to make her remember. Somewhere in there is the part of Laurel that came and called for our help. We just have to trigger that part and we should be able to come back home once her soul is free to come back to her body.”
“Or float away and we’ll all die.” Oliver glared at her before walking back inside and towards Laurel who chatting with his mother about something. For a moment he stared at the woman he thought he would never see again; the woman who there was a grandmother and had actually known her grandchildren.
“Laurel, can I talk to you?” He told her and she smiled at Moira, telling her she’ll be back shortly. Sara followed the two after giving Leonard a smile, knowing that she would see him again back home… at least she hoped she would. They were all on what looked like Laurel and Oliver’s bedroom, a beautifully decorated master bedroom that overlooked the hillside and the gardens of the house on the back.
“Is everything okay?” Laurel asked with furrowed eyebrows, reaching for Oliver’s hand. He got glimpse of the massive Radiant-shaped diamond that was her engagement ring and was surrounded by small diamonds and her wedding band underneath it, matching the one he wore in his.
“Not really.” Oliver told her and her face began to grow worried. “Laurel, did I ever go on a ship named the Gambit?”
“No. Ollie what are you talking about?” She questioned and looked at Sara. “Sara, what’s happening?”
“Laurel, Oliver went on the Gambit and he invited me there. The Gambit sunk and he ended up on Lian Yu and I was… rescued… by a man named Ivo. And a lot of things happened afterwards, all of them bad but Oliver came back. Laurel try to remember this.”
“Is this a prank?” She asked, her voice trembling. Oliver moved forward, putting his hands on the sides of her head.
“Laurel, listen to me. I need you to remember. It hurts but that’s your life. Remember when we were little and you had a crush on me, when we started dating… when I cheated on you? Laurel you life isn’t only happy moments. It’s pain but you have to remembered that in order to come back.”
“What? Come back where? What are you saying?” She cried and wiped her eyes furiously. “Ollie I don’t remember these. Sara…”
“Laurel, you are my big sister who has forgiven me for doing terrible things and you have literally brought me back to life. If it wasn’t for you I would have never had my family today and my family isn’t complete without you. Laurel you have a chance to come back. Please, remember who you are. Dinah Laurel Lance you are my sister, you are the Black Canary and you are my hero always.” Sara told her sister and pulled her in for a hug as Laurel started breathing heavily.
“Oh my god. Canary. You… Arrow… It’s…” Laurel broke down, falling on her knees on the Persian carpet. “It’s not real… It’s all fake… I have no one… I’m alone… I’m so alone… It’s so dark here. Please, Sara… Ollie… Help me, I want to leave… I want to go home.”
Sara and Oliver looked at each other. Well, that was… interesting. Laurel did have her memories back but nothing happened.
“Your soul is held back, Laurel. We’re here to bring you back.” Oliver tried to explain to her. Laurel immediately looked at the two rings on her ring finger.  She rushed to the balcony window and after opening it, she slipped both rings out of her hand and out of the window.
“I want to leave!” She screamed and suddenly she was waking up; jolting awake on a foreign environment and she was really hoping that she wasn’t on another dream world. Her eyes adjusted on the light and suddenly above her stood Cisco Ramon with the happiest smile she had ever seen. “…Cisco?”
“You’re back. Alive.” He said and pulled her in for an air-depriving hug which she returned.
“I am… I am.” Laurel stated, reaching to touch her stomach, remembering the wound that killed her. Next to her Oliver and Sara were waking up and the first thing they did was look at the woman. Sara practically threw her off balance, hugging her and crying on her shoulder. “You got my message. I knew you would.”
“Good job, everyone. Glad to see that everyone is alive and well.” John Constantine said as he stood up from the bed they set up for him when they weren’t waking up. “You had to come back at 8 o’ clock in the bloody morning?”
“Now as for your payment…” Leonard began saying but Constantine cut him off.
“Nothing. Consider this a gift from me to you.” He looked at Leonard and smirked. “This one here reminded me of something tonight and I guess I’m feeling like doing some charity work. But next time, I’m getting paid. Adios.”
Everyone looked at Leonard for a moment, who just waved at Constantine as he disappeared on the hallway.
“You’ve gotten more beautiful.” Laurel told her sister with a smile.
“And you haven’t aged since 2016.” She reminded Laurel and laughed through her tears. The sisters stood up and began thanking everyone for being such a great help to them and not giving up on Laurel.
Sara walked over to Leonard and fell on his arms, holding onto him for dear life.
“I told you I would come back to you.” Sara said and pulled him in for a kiss, making this even weirder for Laurel. “And I always make good on my promises.”
Laurel was talking with Oliver who was still not able to fully process that the actual Laurel was alive and well in front of him even though he helped save her.
“Want to get breakfast in our place?” Offered Leonard and everyone began talking excitedly.
“I’ll text Barry and Iris!” Said Cisco and took out his phone.
“Oh, I have to call H.R and Julian and tell them to join us. You don’t mind, right?” Leonard and Sara shared a look and smiled.
“The more, the merrier. We have a lot of catching up to do.” Said Sara and Laurel smiled at her. “And Rory is super excited to meet Aunt Laurel.”
“Hello, Leonard Snart, we haven’t officially met but…”
“In my dream prison world you were married to Sara too so if you’re half of the good guy our Leonard is… I think I’ll like you.”
“I just wanted to say that your niece dressed up as you in Halloween. And she’ll be freaking out when she sees you.”
“I can’t wait.” She answered and took a deep breath, ready to make the most out of the new chance to live that she was given.
That morning, an resurrected ex-assassin, an ex-crook, a speedster, a journalist, an ex-Killer Frost, a metahuman engineer, a novel writer, a forensic scientist, a vigilante mayor, a timeship captain, an ex-member of the JSA, a detective and two very confused children heard and told the newly resurrected assistant district attorney what happened while she was gone.
And she just sat back, looking at her sister who last left on timeship, cooing her son as she told her husband to give their daughter more chocolate milk. Oliver was looking at her and she sensed he had some stories to tell too, but they would have to wait until after she explained to her niece that the fact that she came back from the sky didn’t mean that they could get her goldfish, George, back too.
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lapeaudelamemoire · 6 years
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It's just as well that I didn't start reading this bloody series until after I'd left Prev. Owner. It'd not have been pleasant for someone to dislike your favourite thing so much. Dragged myself past the Delano run and have reached the Ennis run now. I feel like I get why it's well-liked and that there was a kind of vision for that, how it was supposed to be about why some poor old sod was so hopelessly fucked, some family drama? Some magic thread? But the last issue of that run really only swung right back to the Bradbury quote - I think it was in Something Wicked This Way Comes - about how men, lacking? the power of giving life, or something? want to - crawl back into the mother's womb, as it were, as Cobain put it. Some, I don't know, reach for female power? Whatever it is, there's some kind of undercurrent about how it always begins with the woman - mother's womb, maternal folding in of a man who needs a salve on his heart, something. I'm not sure. Whatever it is, the initial run was shaky to say the least. Threads begun and then never followed up - some girl named Emma? who appeared fairly early on, then sort of just vanished and was never brought up again - the other ghosts of which she was part of that supposedly haunted/haunts? Constantine, but which don't consistently appear. He ends up with Zed and the other hippie gang randomly but it's always sort of on and off and he just has a tendency to disappear unstably. There's a lot of talk about magic but save for the Fear Machine arc, and a bit of dabbling here and there, it's not really a focus, somehow? And for a series named Hellblazer, maybe it's intentional re: hell is ourselves or inside ourselves or we make our own hells and we're our own hell or whatever, but there's been a severe lack of actual hell in here, and also the demons have seemed to piss off too, as soon as the Nergal duke got toasted. And that whole beginning story about Heaven and Hell and a war and the Swamp Thing prophecy, that's all just gone poofed into thin air too. And all the friends that got popped during the Fear Machine arc, they kind of just got forgot about too. They didn't end up as part of the legion of ghosts that follow him about or summat. Idk, maybe I'm putting it up against contemporary standards and what we expect from media these days, like continuity, and maybe the same doesn't apply for comic books, but uh. Also still really not getting the whole every woman is in love with Constantine thing they've got going. That seems at the very least a little bit unrealistic. Anyhow, I might prefer the Garth Ennis run. Delano's writing is the most overwrought shipwreck train of neverending melodrama and piss-poor observations. Just panel after panel of John Constantine's sorry thoughts, steeped in self-pity and impotent anger. I don't know why Prev. Owner called me out on my longass train of thought or my verbosity, considering. Oh, little note - Dave McKean does illustrate the last issue of the Delano hop. It's good, as is only to be expected from McKean. The writing really is terrible awful still, though. Can't say I like the lettering much, either, though it's an improvement from the usual.
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