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shrinkthisviolet · 5 months

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So I noticed your tags on a reblog a while ago about how you had a problem with The Flash - and I'd love to know more about what you thought of it overall (as I understand that the later seasons took something of a nosedive in quality.)

Oh boy 😅 I could go into depth about my problems with each of the seasons, but honestly, for the sake of brevity, I’m just gonna abbreviate the major problems I have for each season:

Season 1

—Iris should’ve been looped in sooner, especially given how many times she was put in danger by not knowing

—The waterfront kiss and the lightning psychosis bs is stupid—I’m glad the first thing was erased, and I try to ignore the second thing. There’s nothing romantic/funny about cheating or justifying it

—Eowells should’ve been killed off normally, not by being erased from existence (because?? How does the timeline still exist??)

Season 2

—Zoom’s motives were incoherent, and he’s only a good villain because of his menace factor

—Wally and Jesse should’ve both gotten powers from the accelerator, not just Jesse

—Jesse should’ve had Zoom-related trauma that impacted her ability (and desire) to be a speedster in s3

—Eliza Harmon should’ve been a WOC like in the comics, and she deserved a better storyline and she deserved to live, yes I’m still mad about this.

Season 3

—Savitar. In general. Wtf (existence makes no sense, him being a wannabe god instead of just Future Barry is boring, and also he was only interesting in the finale. By which point he should’ve been dead anyway. Also there’s no mf way he could’ve actually killed Iris bffr)

—Killer Frost. Incoherent—her siding with Savitar makes sense with the s4/s5 retcons, but those are from seasons when she regressed as a character imo. Also I never liked the split personality idea

—Iris being the only one at risk means there are no stakes because she’s the main female lead and would never really be killed off. All of Team Flash should’ve been at stake, with the possibility teased that they might disband permanently.

—Flashpoint was wasted potential and tbh should’ve happened after s1. Or at least it should’ve been more deeply explored here. But in any case, it feels cheap to have this after Barry already fully came to terms with his mom’s death in s2 (I know, it was grief over his dad, but still. It undercuts a fantastic episode)

—The time loop setup is nonsensical and impossible. Breaking it means that s3 never happened. No one should remember anything that happened this season.

—Caitlin and/or Frost never apologized to Iris for being an accessory in her attempted murder (and in s4, Frost threatens her life again!! Yay!! Friendly bonding!!)

Season 4

—Can someone tell me why tf Team Leader suddenly became a thing? I swear the closest the Team ever had to a Team Leader was Eowells, way back in s1. The idea of a Team Leader after that feels too hierarchal for them, idk why that was introduced

—Caitlin worked with a human trafficker of her own volition (and Frost too, this was presumably a decision made by both of them) and yet she is only held accountable in one line (“Where have you been the last 6 months again?”) and it’s quickly swept over by making Amunet into a ditz and ignoring the fact that she is a human trafficker

—Bodyswap plot was weird, DeVoe should’ve just taken their powers

—Marlize never had any clear motives after she gave up her ideals to side with her husband.

—The Thinker in general is just stupid tbh

—Caitlin and Iris barely got to be friends, and after this season, they may as well not have been. Caitlin was also unnecessarily snippy to Iris this season too (“we will, Caitlin” “no. I will” + “I’m your friend, Caitlin” “work friend”). This is a general problem with this show—female friendships are given lip service at best and no room to grow

—Barry and Iris deserved a proper wedding that wasn't interrupted

—Thawne did not hate every minute of pretending to be Harrison Wells, that is garbage writing and fundamentally misunderstands his character

—Barry should've killed Thawne in this crossover. He was so close!! WHY (and they still could've brought him back later if they really needed to)

Season 5

—Both Cicadas sucked, and the father-daughter Orlin-Grace/Barry-Nora parallels fall flat when you remember a) Dwyer literally hates Grace until she’s comatose and b) those parallels only get mentioned in one conversation

—I wasn't too fond of Cisco giving up his powers, it felt like a strange decision, especially since he gets them back briefly in Crisis and somewhat permanently in s7. I've talked about that more here (definitely read all the additions too!)

—Iris’s angle in the argument with Barry should’ve been “no one works with Thawne, they’re manipulated by him” not “it doesn’t bother me that our daughter worked with the man who half-orphaned you, threatened my life, hurt everyone on this Team, and killed my fiancé”

—Nora acts wayyy too young for being 25-28. She should’ve been 18-20. She very much gives off the vibes of a young adults who’s newly independent (and this further ties into the themes of legacy, which is a theme usually present in YA stories, with teenage/young-adult protagonists. Obviously the theme of legacy can be present in any story, but this presentation of it is usually prominent in YA stories)

—Nora having the NSF should’ve occurred at the end of s5, not during 5x20. Would’ve been more poignant if she had to choose between keeping it and becoming Thawne, or giving it up and dying a hero 😭 and her having the NSF in canon came across more as a temper tantrum than her being corrupted by a destructive force.

(Hey also why tf do people remember Nora after she’s erased—)

Season 6

—Loved Iris having a fleshed-out journalism arc, especially going forward, but her journalism career should’ve been reintroduced a while ago. Possibly even in s4 (beyond just a scant mention of her writing an article about DeVoe)

—Thawne should’ve been in Crisis. Especially over Lex mf Luthor

—The Mirroverse arc is…ugh. I don’t love the idea of Iris being replaced with an evil alter and no one noticing for an entire half-season. And an important Westallen conversation about Iris’s agency happening with Mirror Iris, not real Iris!

—Mirror Iris had sex with Barry under false pretenses. And gloated about it. But five minutes later, we’re supposed to feel sorry for her?? Yikes

And now we’re on to my least favorite seasons! Not a lot of points here, but that’s because out of all the bad stuff, I’m just picking the egregiously bad stuff:

Season 7

—Iris being saved by an emotionless Barry is weird and they both deserved better than that

—Chillame is the worst character this show has ever made. Or at least the top 5

—Eva is a dumb villain who wasn’t even compelling to watch. She was very one-note and…I don’t even remember her motive??

—The Forces arc is bizarre. I don’t like how they personified literal forces of nature, it’s dumb. And them calling Barry and Iris “Mom” and “Dad” is worse

—Frost’s arrest storyline was bs. I was honestly kinda excited, because I hoped she’d face some consequences for the stuff she did in s3 and s4, but…nope!! Kramer’s a bad guy who hates all metas!! And Frost (a white woman) gives a speech modeled after the BLM movement!! It’s gross.

—idk much about Godspeed in the comics, but he was definitely done dirty here. And that’s not even mentioning the stupid lightsaber fight…and the fact that Barry just…lets Thawne go?? And says “yeah, he’ll be back one day, but that’s Future Us’s problem.” Speaking of which…

Season 8

—Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequence of Barry Allen’s actions. We get Armageddon, which is compelling for the first half and drops off in the second half. The logic is faulty (how is Barry the RF when Thawne killed him as a kid? Why does Iris love Thawne just because he’s the Flash?), some of the stuff in this arc is arophobic (“why don’t you love love?”) and tbh the Chester/Allegra romance is very forced, I’m not a fan. Cecile trying to one-up Iris regarding grieving Joe was also very gross

—Iris’s time sickness is so ridiculous. It started back in s7, but the show acts like it started in s8 because of the Negative Forces. It’s awful and it’s another excuse to rob Iris of agency. It should’ve just been a pregnancy…or scrapped entirely

—So regarding Caitlin's grief and Barry's response...honestly, so many problems would be solved if these characters consistently went to therapy, especially Caitlin. She always reacts to grief destructively. Barry, however, shouldn't have responded by destroying everything in her lab instead of...idk relocating her and having a talk somewhere else??

—No, Barry would not be a bad person for killing Thawne after he thought Iris was already dead. Personally, I think he should've killed the mf ages ago

Season 9

—Red Death was underwhelming, that’s all I have to say about it

—why tf is Chillame still here

—Khione deserved to make her own decisions and not be forced to die for Caitlin and/or Frost to live…but also, as a character, she’s very bland. I also skipped any episode where she and Chillame were even remotely romantic, mostly for my own sanity

—I was so excited for the finale arc and it did not deliver!! It flopped real hard!! Eddie is turned evil so fast it made my head spin, the return of prior villains was underwhelming (including their defeats...why tf did Allegra defeat Thawne?? Why did Cecile defeat Godspeed?? Why did Nora defeat Savitar with one stab wound not even piercing the armor??), and the resolution is just...hugging it out?? I guess??

And that's about it as far as major critiques go 😅 if anyone wants me to expand on any of these points, I'm happy to!

(Except the s7-s9 stuff, which I don't even plan on including in my Morgan AU because those seasons are honestly so bad that I'd rather forget about them entirely. I don't like s3 much, but at least it has potential that I'm interested in revamping/exploring)

#the flash #i swear i tried to make this short 😅#in my defense it WAS originally much longer but i trimmed it down to the major grievances without most of the rambling #anti killer frost #(just in case. since i do rant about her quite a bit)

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breeleroux · 2 years

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Why won't they let Fr*st die!🙄

#anti killer frost #anti danielle panabaker #the flash

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angelfireeast · 2 years

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Iris can't push through Frost's obit because they weren't friends and Frost tried to murder her.

Iris really shouldn't have to even THINK of writing it for that woman. I haatte that Iris's podcast was used to whitewash that woman

#the flash spoilers #iris west allen #anti killer frost

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captainswanandclintasha · 2 years

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#captainswanandclintasha #grant gustin #The flash #Flash #Cw flash #Anti flash #barry allen #iris west allen #Iris west #candice patton #danielle panabaker #caitlin snow #Killer frost #Arrowverse

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frosty-the-killer-doll · 1 year

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I fucking hate how since she died Frost's entire being has been dumbed down to "her boyfriend is sad:(" and I hate how Mark fucking Blaine has more agency on this show than Caitlin did in the episodes leading up to her own death and I hate how Westallen dumbed Khione down to "another version of Caitlin" and I hate how the writers keep repeating Danielle Panabaker's storylines expecting it to be as fresh and interesting as it was back then and I hate how Caitlin is only mentioned because the team doesn't have a doctor anymore as if that was her only character trait and I hate how Frost is only mentioned when Khione reminds Mark of her and I hate how the show treated Frost's death so much more seriously than Caitlin's while also handling both so badly

#being a snow system stan is so hard #the flash spoilers #anti mark blaine #caitlin snow #killer frost #khione snow #snow posting

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drscribblesmusic · 29 days

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icedteaandoldlace · 2 years

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On one hand, the last two episodes have seemed like they were preparing Caitlin to have to live without Frost, and all the teasing about Caitlin or Iris dying this episode did feel a bit like a red herring to make us think the major death was gonna be one of them, only for it to turn out to be someone else.

But on the other hand, there was a big H.R., Nash, Eddie, and Barry-at-the-end-of-season-3 shaped shadow hanging over Caitlin this episode that could be hinting toward Caitlin sacrificing herself as a way of "taking responsibility" for something she really shouldn't be blaming herself for. Hell, Cisco risked the fate of the multiverse to save Barry, and Barry risked destroying Earth Prime to get the life Thawne erased back, so I think we can cut Caitlin a little slack for doing what she thought was necessary to save her husband. ANYONE in her position would have done the same thing to save something they loved (my same defense for early s3 Barry and Cisco—aaaaaayyyyy, they all in the same boat now!)

And Caitlin did tell Frost she needed to learn to value her own life, and Frost has been living her life to its fullest lately, minus the fact that her boyfriend's a total jackass (on that note, who saw Caitlin's "love interest" this season being WORSE than Frost's coming?!), while Caitlin is conveniently broken up with her boyfriend, so it's almost like they're getting Cait's affairs in order to wrap up her whole character, and leave Frost to carry on and maybe find her own purpose without her.

And yet, Marcus's little speech about roots seemed like it could be an indication of growth for Caitlin this season, so maybe her story doesn't end here? Eric did say they would be digging deep into what makes Caitlin Caitlin this season, and I seriously hope that doesn't mean chalking up her entire character to her grief for Ronnie, and that there is actually more development coming for her.

And I absolutely do not want Caitlin to be killed off at any point, but FOR FUCK'S SAKE, IF YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HER, DON'T DO IT WITHOUT BRINGING CISCO IN TO SAY GOODBYE. I mean, I don't think he would miss Frost's funeral either, but he ABSOLUTELY wouldn't miss Caitlin's, and unless they were super sneaky about it, Carlos hasn't been on set with the rest of the cast recently (that said, if it is Frost, I hope Caitlin goes to spend some time with Cisco and Kamilla in Star City, 'cause nothing would be better for her after a loss like that).

There's always the possibility of the death this season being Joe, and Jesse's involvement in season 9 being in the form of flashbacks or some spectral being, but that seems less likely. It could also be Sue, but she's not really a "major character", and Ralph would be the one most affected if she died, and he's not here, so that would just be a stupid writing decision. She's a good addition to the show, but her death wouldn't be impactful enough at this point for it to make sense for them to kill her off in such a big, dramatic way.

We know it's not Cecile, Chester, Iris, or Barry, I think we have confirmation that Allegra lives past this storyline, but I'm not sure, and I'm pretty sure it's going to be someone who is a current series regular, so Caitlin and Frost are the top two contenders—it's just a matter of which one.

Of course, I also thought that all the vague mentions of Cisco's future in season 7 and all the moments where he took charge of a situation, whether personal or official Team Flash business, were setting up for him to become a father, and it turned out to be foreshadowing for him leaving to take a leadership position at A.R.G.U.S., so my ability to predict where this show is going is not very reliable. 🙃

#that “yay we both want to leave the city at the same time” hug LOOKED like a “holy shit we're having a baby!” hug okay??#I was READY to gif Iris saying “we're next you know” at Jenna's welcome home party #and put it beside a gif of Kamilla telling Cisco she was pregnant #it was gonna be hilarious #but alas twas not to be #at least I got Iris hoping for the same thing in their last episode though 😂#The Flash #Death Rises #Caitlin Snow #Killer Frost #s8 #Killblaine #<< my replacement anti tag (y'know in case anyone ships them and wants to blacklist it)#(or doesn't ship them and wants to peruse my posts roasting him lol)

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shouta-edits · 2 years

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"Can you make killer frost (specifically her version in young justice) abrosexual icons? Tysm!!" - anon requested

#killer frost #dc #pride icons #abrosexual #pro ship safe #pro shippers please interact #anti harassment #proship edit blog #proship #proship safe #request fill #[assignment passed back... /requested finished]

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axiadesu · 29 days

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[malink]Silent Guardian

※malink.non-primitive setting

※Modern killer setting

This wasn't right.

Malon carefully closed the door to her home, a rusty smell in the air.

Someone had slipped in.

She pulled a hammer from the toolbox by the door, held it in her hand, and headed for the bathroom where the smell of blood was strongest.

Through the frosted glass door, she heard a suppressed, muffled grunt from inside.

It was a man. She judged.

Malon gripped the doorknob tightly and took a deep breath before quickly pushing the door open and stepping inside.

There was a man sitting in the tub behind the shower curtain, pointing a pistol at her.

He saw Malon enter and suddenly relaxed with a smile, his hand holding up the gun dropping helplessly.

"Sorry," he said, "to get you involved."

The man was a good-looking man, especially those eyes, which reminded Malon of children who were in school, always full of hope and promise for the future.

He was wearing a normal hoodie and sweatpants, but they were now stained with blood, even the bottom of the bathtub he was in had accumulated a thin layer of blood.

Malon's voice trembled a little, "What do you want? Money? Or medicine?"

"My name is Link." The man said, "I think I might need some stopgap pills and bandages."

Malon didn't understand why the man was telling her his name, but she replied, "Okay, okay, hemostats and bandages, I have them at home ...... I'll go get them for you now."

Malon stepped back facing Link while keeping a wary eye out for him to suddenly raise his gun and shoot.

She stepped out of the bathroom and briefly pondered whether or not to call the police. But as Malon recalled the way Link was looking at her, she subconsciously thought it best not to.

As quickly as she could, she grabbed the family medicine kit and returned to the bathroom.

Link had already removed his blood-stained top, revealing a toned upper body covered in scars.

He smiled at Malon and said, "I hope you didn't call the police. Because it would have been an extremely bad decision."

Malon's hand gave a lurch as he opened the pillbox and replied, "No, no. I didn't want to get in trouble."

"Good girl." Link spoke softly, but Malon felt her back fill with cold sweat.

"Please sterilize the tweezers and hand them to me." Link sat up and took a towel to wipe off the excess blood from his body.

It was then that Malon realized he had five stab wounds, two gunshot wounds, and multiple bruises.

She gave him a deep look, incredulous at Link's calm demeanor at the moment.

If these injuries were placed on an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would have fainted by now due to blood loss or pain, but Link was able to remain calm and even had the energy to spy on her.

Malon thought as she did as Link said.

Link removed the slug and didn't scream out a single word even though he was in cold sweat from the pain.

Malon timidly handed him gauze sprinkled with medicine and bandaged his wound.

"Right," Malon said with relief, "now I'm going to get you something to eat. Calm down, okay?"

Link nodded, leaning against the wall and slowly calming his breathing.

Link stayed at Malon's for three days until his wounds began to heal.

"I should go." Link said, arranging his gear, "You'd better get out and hide for a few months, take a vacation, visit family, whatever."

Malon leaned against the doorframe, pursing her lips and not saying anything.

Link sensed her silence and paused for a moment as he organized his guns, "...... Do you hate me?"

"...... I don't know." Malon said, "Maybe I'm just the unfortunate owner of that house you picked at random. Link, we've only known each other for three days, we can't talk about likes and dislikes."

She twisted her head into the kitchen and gathered up a canvas backpack filled with all kinds of emergency food and medicine.

Malon handed the bag to Link, "There are cookies, bread, water and some anti-inflammatories and bandages in there." She watched Link take it and added, "Next time don't make such a mess of yourself, not every unlucky person is as kind as me."

Link laughed softly, so softly that Malon even thought it was her own hallucination.

"Won't happen." He said, and then, taking advantage of the night, Link left Malon's apartment.

It was only two days later, and it was a weekend.

Malon was at home hanging out the laundry when a group of men burst into her house.

The one leading the group was a big man with a beard, who held a micro punch, pointed at Malon, who was pinned to a chair by two men, and asked, "Where is he?"

Malon felt his arm about to break, "Who are you asking?"

The bearded man gave Malon a punch that immediately swelled the corner of her mouth and the taste of blood instantly filled her mouth.

"Don't play games with me." The bearded man asked again, "Where's Link?"

Malon puked a mouthful of bloody foam at the ground, only to feel the entire left side of her face burning, and even her left ear was a bit clouded and hard of hearing.

"...... I don't know, he left, two days ago."

The bearded man stared at Malon for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "It's okay baby. As long as you're around, there's no worry about him coming back."

"Me?" Malon didn't understand, "I don't know him. He won't come back."

The bearded man froze, then laughed out loud. He waved at his subordinates and immediately someone brought a chair.

He sat not far from Malon, tapping his pistol against the palm of his hand, and said, "It seems like this guy is still quite a compassionate master. Surprisingly, he didn't tell you anything?"

Malon had a vague feeling that there was a hidden agenda here, but she wasn't going to answer it on the principle of less said, less done.

"It's such a pity that you're such a beauty, that this Link guy could hold back from showing his face in front of you? It's probably because he wants to protect you. But what's the use? It's still not found by us?"

The cold barrel of the gun slapped on the already swollen face, which was not a pleasant taste.

A round object was thrown through the door and exploded with a thud, filling the room with smoke.

It was followed by the sound of men screaming and cursing, cries of pain, and a few, barely audible, silenced pistol shots.

Malon only felt a release in both shoulders, followed by a man's arm around her waist. Before she could react, the man had flipped out the window with her in his arms.

Malon could smell her usual laundry detergent, and also the smell of blood mixed with powdered medicine.

Link's wound must have disintegrated again, she thought.

Link pulled Malon through a variety of narrow, dirty alleys, shaking off pursuer after pursuer, and arriving at a dwelling tucked away in the slums.

Link cautiously pulled the curtains tight and locked the doors and windows before he had time to glance at Malon.

The blood rushed to his head when he saw the wound on Malon's face.

He was tempted to ask who had done it and if it hurt, but felt that he was in no position to ask such a thing, and, moreover, that such a thing would seem very pale.

Malon noticed his gaze lingering on his face, so she pulled a forced smile and said, "It's okay, just a little bit from the butt of the gun."

Link averted his gaze and turned toward the kitchen, pulling an ice pack from the refrigerator and handing it to Malon.

Malon took it, pressed it to her face with a soft cry of pain, and asked, "What are you doing back here? Those men were looking for you."

"Perhaps it's time to commission you to leave here with me."

"...... Huh?"

With that, Malon asked, "So, what do I need to do? Throw away the calling card? Have no contact with anyone? Just like in the movies?"

Link was a little unresponsive, even looking a little rare and dumbfounded.

"No. ...... Uh, no." He thought for a moment and explained, "Those people's identities can't get on the stage, and they can't use official means. Send a message to your friends and loved ones, just say that you're out traveling."

Malon did as she was told. After sending the message, she asked, "Then why don't we call the police?"

Link was a bit helpless, "Because my identity can't be on the table either."

Both people fell silent.

Link turned to pack his bags, while Malon went to see what food there was in the kitchen that he could take with him.

After a few moments, Link said, "I'm sorry, Malon."

Malon took off her skirt and replaced it with Link's pants and bodysuit and asked, "How about this?"

Link looked at Malon in her own clothes and was stunned for a moment, "Why are you ...... why ......"

"Skirts aren't convenient. It's better to have pants." Malon said, folding the skirt and putting it in her backpack, "Count me as borrowing it from you."

She thought for a moment, then added, "You don't have to say you're sorry. It's not your fault."

Link didn't know how much the men had said to Malon, but he still said, "No, it's my fault."

When Malon got into Link's car, she realized she seemed to have forgotten to ask her destination.

"Where are we going?"

Link pursed his lips for a moment before saying, as if he had made up his mind, "West Coast, Limon Harbor, where their heads are. But we can't take a plane or a train. All the entrances and exits around Limon Harbor are guarded, and the only way to get close is by car. And," Link glanced at his backpack in the back seat, "I'm running low on ammo. There's no place around here where I can get ammo quickly."

"Okay." Malon said, pulling her seatbelt tighter, "I'll do as you say."

It wasn't a long ride to Limon Harbor, but the gang was in hot pursuit like maned dogs sniffing out carrion and would soon catch up with Link and Malon.

As the car pulled off the highway to the west, Malon finally sighed with relief when the scenery around them was no longer a thousand tall buildings, but scattered houses, large trees, and a few herds of cattle among the farmland.

When she was in the city, she was always worried that a speeding sedan would rush out of any intersection or a sniper rifle with a cold flash would stick out of the window of any house.

"My father's family had a farm like that." Malon said, "Fields full of wheat, sugar cane, and grapes."

She wasn't sure why she brought it up, but she continued slowly anyway, talking about the mooing black and white spotted cows, the bunches of grapes that seemed like alabaster, the wine hidden in the cellar, and the warmth of the fireplace on a winter's day.

"There it is." Link looked ahead at the motel and spoke, "We need to get some gas."

Malon's face was iced and is much better now.She said, "I'll book a room then." She paused and asked, "Want one or two?"

There was no semblance of lust in Link's eyes. He said firmly, "One room."

Link finished filling up the car with gas just as Malon asked the inn for dinner.They sat down together to eat in an open-air restaurant away from the crowds.

The food at the motel was cheap and awful, and the chickpeas in it were so hard they could have knocked one's teeth out.

Malon complained to Link in a low voice, "I'll make sure you try some real chickpea pasta!"

Link didn't hold back a laugh. He had eaten all kinds of food throughout his career, and at his lowest point he had eaten bread that had been sitting around for more than ten days and was as dry as a rock.

He wasn't a man accustomed to telling his woes, so he was silent.

Malon couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of people are chasing you? Killers? A gangster? A drug cartel?"

Malon's eyes were bright, revealing a bit of naivety.

Link was drinking water and choked when he heard this.

"Uh ...... practically all of them." He said, "They control the largest port of entry and exit for drugs on the west coast, and make their living by charging tolls, as well as doing a little buying and selling."

"So ...... you? Why did you go up against such a large organization?"

Link said gently, "I killed their last boss, and the one before that."

Malon was silent.

She even felt that Link was already very lucky to have survived until now.

Then, she heard Link continue, "And their cadres. I can't remember, anyway, that mission almost bloodied their top brass."

"...... Well." Malon said, "The man with the beard said that as long as I'm around, you'll be there. Link, what's this about?"

Link choked again, "Ahem ...... we'll talk about that later."

"Then teach me to use a gun."

"No way."

"Then tell me why the bearded man said that."

Link was silent for a long time, so long that Malon thought he was angry.

"...... Well, just this once and never again." He said, "I'll teach you to use a gun."

It seemed that thing was a deep, deep secret to Link. A secret big enough to cost Link everything, Malon thought.

She began to remember if she had seen Link on some occasion.

Perhaps a certain brush with the shoulder? Or maybe it was one of those vacations back home.

But no matter how much Malon tried to recall, she couldn't find a single image in her memory that overlapped with the man in front of her.

After a quick dinner, Malon followed Link back to his room.

He took out his rifle and disassembled it step by step in front of Malon, showing her which parts worked for what, and then restoring and loading the rifle in front of her.

Malon was smart, perhaps in part because she had grown up with a wide variety of farm implements, and she had to know exactly how they were constructed in order to fix them when they went wrong. In any case, Malon was a fast learner of gun construction.

They rested at the inn for the night and left while it was still light.

About ten minutes after they left, the bearded gang arrived at the motel and inquired about their whereabouts.

Malon leaned back in her seat, resting her hand on the window frame to feel the wind blow through her fingers.

Link glanced at her and reached over to unscrew the car radio.

"Oh, thanks." Malon said.

She unscrewed a few channels at random, then heard the hostess say, "There was an explosion in apartment 7 on Newport Avenue last night, and it has been reported that two people have minor injuries and no one has been killed. The public is urged to be aware of gas safety ............"

A cold sweat instantly broke out on Malon's back.

She looked over at Link, as if trying to get that hopefully slim answer out of him.

"I'm so sorry." Link said.

Malon fell silent, peeked over and picked up the box with the rifle from the back seat and began to fiddle with it.

After a long moment, Malon said, "...... Don't be stingy with your knowledge, Link."

Link opened his mouth and was about to say something when he suddenly looked cold, apparently seeing something in the rearview mirror.

"They're catching up."

Link jerked the steering wheel to the side, the sound of bullets whizzing away as they grazed the body of the car seemed extraordinarily inauthentic.

"Malon!" Link said, "Shoot and disrupt them! But don't get hurt."

The knuckles of Malon's grip on her rifle were white with exertion. She craned her head to peer out the window of the car, which was followed by about three or four cars, and a couple of guns that were sticking out the side of the window and spitting fire at them.

Malon felt like she should be panicking, overwhelmed, or even crying right now, but she was unusually calm, and the shooting techniques Link had taught her kept replaying in her mind.

Malon pulled the trigger.

A car's front wheels lost power and crashed into the curb at high speed.

Malon immediately retreated back into the car as a series of bullets grazed the window.

Link said, "Nice one!"

Malon gripped his rifle tightly, feeling his mouth go dry, "I've never ...... I mean, never shot one."

"Relax, Malon. We can lose them." Link said as he stepped on the gas.

Malon felt her adrenaline rush wildly as she took a deep breath and probed again.

She shot out the tires of a car once again.

Link looked in his rearview mirror and saw the car roll sideways before crashing into the car behind it.

"Good!" He said, "Now hold on tight!"

The engine groaned with overwhelming force, and the car sped off like a runaway bronco, leaving the ragged bearded party far behind.

As the car's speed slowly dropped, Malon realized that he was already covered in a cold sweat.

"Scared?" Link asked.

Malon slowed down and replied, "A little."

Link apologized to her for the fourth time, "I'm sorry."

Malon looked over at Link, who was looking intently at the road ahead, the sun shining from the other side and casting shadows on his face.

"Link, you have apologized to me many times." Malon said, "If it's for getting me into this strife, then I'm telling you that apologizing is unnecessary, because it's not your fault."

Link looked at Malon somewhat innocently and blankly, "Malon, I, uh, I mean ......"

"You need to apologize for anything other than my pathetic apartment - hmmm." She sneered, "It's the gang of criminals that are after us that should apologize!"

Link redirected his eyes to the road, but his knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel.

I'm sorry, Malon. He thought. The real culprit, the one who caused all this to happen, was actually me. If you hadn't saved me back then, maybe none of this would have happened at all.

The atmosphere in the car went cold.

One stubbornly believed that the fault was his own. One stubbornly believed that the other should not apologize.

As the sun set in the west, they arrived at a run-down farm behind a small town.

Link jumped out of the car and said to Malon, "Stay in the car, okay? I don't want these guys to see you."

Malon glanced toward the farm and nodded.

Link smiled reassuringly at her and turned toward the farm.

After about an hour, it was completely dark, but the farm was still pitch black with no lights lit.

Just as Malon was about to get tired of waiting, Link walked out carrying two large suitcases.

He looked fine, no bruises, walking normally.

The car started up again and drove off into the distance.

"Sorry," Link said, "I'm afraid we're going to have to spend tonight in the field."

He parked the car in a secluded spot on the side of the road and said to Malon, "Want something to eat? Compressed cookies? Canned goods?"

Malon could tell he wasn't too happy, "Compressed crackers, please."

Link handed her an unwrapped compressed cracker and a bottle of water, "I'm going to go around the neighborhood for a bit, you can ...... um, take a spin."

Malon heard him and thanked him before getting out of the car and walking in the opposite direction from him.

Malon still hadn't stopped remembering.

She began to remember toward a time much older and younger.

Was it the cowherd who lived on the farm next door? Or the young son of the town grocery store owner. Or maybe it was the pastor's adopted son. ......

Malon returned to the car and noticed Link listening to a music station, so she said, "Oh, Self Destructive, I like it too."

The car was lit with a warm yellow reading light, and Link's eyes were lowered, his long lashes casting a regal shadow over his face.

"Really ?......," he said, "I don't listen to a lot of songs."

Malon thought for a moment and asked, "Link, are you a killer?"

"Yes." Link said, "I used to work for the royal family to protect their little princess."

"You mean ...... Her Highness Zelda?" Malon was surprised.

"Yes. Since the royal threat was removed, I retired." He continued, "I didn't realize that the guys on the West Coast would be shady. They didn't dare to trouble the royal family, so they came after me."

"How long have you been ...... fighting against them like this?"

"Can't remember. About four or five years. Since shortly after I retired from the royal family."

Malon looked at Link's sideways face and suddenly reached out, taking his hand on the steering wheel.

"Link." She said softly, "These years must have been hard on you."

Link's eyelashes fluttered slightly. He quickly turned his head and looked out the window.

"...... I'm used to it."

"No matter how many times you go through something like this, it must be tough." Malon said, "You could live on my father's farm. It's right in the central region, not too far from here. Or you could get a job in town with me, and we could go to the movies together on the weekends, go shopping, do whatever."

Link tried to look natural as he raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"...... Ok."

He raised his hand to turn off the reading light and tucked the blanket around Malon.

"Go to sleep. I'm here."

Malon lowered the seat and strained to see Link's face in the darkness, yet all she could see was a shadowed outline.

She said softly, "Good night, Link. Have good dreams."

Link turned off the radio, took out his headphones, and listened to the song Self Destructive several times over.

He lied.

He actually liked the song and listened to it quite often. Because Malon loved the song and loved listening to it.

He loved to see her swaying to the music with her headphones on, he loved to see her happy and laid back, and he loved to see those soulful and lively expressions on her face. He wished she was always that happy and never touched these gloomy messes.

Link reached out and gathered the blankets for Malon, and said softly in his heart, "I'm sorry, Malon, I can't fulfill my promise to you.

Over the next few days, Link found a small town and checked into a hotel with Malon.

He taught Malon all the knowledge of firearms without reservation, and even wrote a notebook to prevent her from forgetting.

After that day, Malon sensed a change of heart. Maybe it had changed a long time ago, she was just realizing it now.

She begins to fall somewhat hopelessly in love with Link.

Malon passed Link's firearms test.

"Very good." Link said, "We leave tomorrow."

Malon couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do?"

Link's movement of putting away his gun gave a start, "What do what?"

"How to fix them? Didn't you say that Limon Harbor is full of them? Do you want to take on an entire gang single-handedly?"

Link didn't say anything, just put his things away.

At dawn, they set off again, and this time, Link didn't stop in the middle and drove all the way to the west.

Before entering Limon Harbor, Link dumped the car halfway and led Malon to an apartment building.

"Don't turn on the lights." Link stopped Malon's movements and said, "The owner of this house goes out all the time. Turning on the lights will expose us."

"Okay." Malon said, "When do we move?"

Link checked his guns as he returned, "It's not us, Malon, it's me. I only brought you here so that those people wouldn't take advantage of my absence to kill you, not to join me."

Malon froze, "What?"

Link hung his body full of various ammo, stood up, and looked at Malon, "Malon, promise me you'll hide here and keep quiet. They're bound to search every residence when it happens, and this is the only house that won't be checked. Be sure, be sure to stay here."

"I thought you did your best to teach me because you wanted me to do my part." Malon felt she had to do something, she felt she was losing Link, "Link, please be honest with me, what exactly is your plan?"

"Trust me, they won't bother you again." Link lifted his suitcase and walked towards the door, "There will be a check in the mail to your father in seven days with enough money to buy another new house."

"A house? No, Link, we're not talking about that." Malon pulled him back, "We've come all this way and you want me to stay in the house properly? Link, do I look like one of those naïve girls who don't know anything? Tell me your plan!"

Link sighed as he set down his suitcase and pulled the rope out of another box.

"Sorry, Malon." He easily caught Malon, who was trying to dodge. He tied Malon to a chair, "I'm going to miss my appointment."

"Link, apologizing won't help! You can't do this!" Malon guessed his plan.

Link wanted to die with the gang.

"You can't leave me behind!" Her eyes widened in disbelief, "You're the one who took me away, you should send me back!" She struggled desperately to get to hold Link back.

Malon thought of every word she could think of, aggravating, threatening, cajoling, she wanted Link to change his mind.

Link reached up and held Malon's cheek, one hand on the back of her neck.

"Shhh ......" he said softly, slowly wiping the tears from her face, "I didn't leave you behind. Malon, I should never have appeared before you. It was my selfishness that exposed you to them, and now, I need to go and make it right. Malon ...... you are my only link to the world now. Please live ...... Please live as you used to ...... live and be happy ...... Please forget about me, the one who shouldn't be here."

Malon cried silently, "Link, you can't do this. I love you, Link, you can't leave me like this. You showed up, made me fall in love with you, and then had to part with me ...... How am I going to treat my love as if she never showed up, I can't do it."

Link ruffled Malon's crushed hair and dropped a kiss on her forehead, "Malon, you'll forget me. It's the power of time."

With a click, Link left, and Malon shed silent tears.

She remembered the moments she had spent with Link, the moments when he had taught her knowledge carefully, the way he had averted his eyes when he had agreed to a pact, those horrible scars on his body ......

Everything had been foretold long ago.

Malon suddenly remembered that sunny summer day on her father's farm when she was a carefree little girl.

The tree had grown for many years, and its wide canopy was enough to shelter the children from the sun and rain.

Malon was walking out of the woods with a basket full of wild mushrooms when she saw a group of town children discussing something around the tree.

She approached and realized it was a boy who had been hung up.

His lips were white and full of cracks, and he looked dying.

"Hey!" Malon said, "What are you guys doing? He's dying!"

The fat boy in the lead walked over to Malon, "Malon." He glanced at the boy in the tree, "I'll let him go if you promise to go out with me tomorrow. It's just a beggar from nowhere anyway."

Malon took the knife out of the basket and pressed it against the fat boy's neck, "Fine, I'll make a hole in your neck right now and see if it's fat or blood that comes out."

The fat boy's face changed, "Whatever you want! That thin hemp straw child you are happy to save on save it!"

The boys dispersed in a huff.

Malon cut the twine and the boy fell to the grass.

She took the boy's head and fed him water from the canteen.

Seeing the boy's eyes open, Malon flashed him a bright smile.

"Hello, my name is Malon."

The bright blue eyes from that long ago memory gradually overlapped with Link's.

A bolt of lightning that seemed to slice through the sky flashed by, followed by a startling clap of thunder and an ensuing downpour of rain.

Link ducked behind cover, his right eye bloodied.

He checked the number of bullets in his hand and rushed out with the cover of the thunder.

One, two, three ...... He silently counted the number.

--until the last one.

Boss covered the gunshot wound in his abdomen and looked at Link hideously, "Naive, you've always been so naive! I won't survive, you think you will? Who do you think leaked the whereabouts of you and that woman?"

Link took a deep breath and suppressed the muscles that kept throbbing, "...... It doesn't matter, after today, they'll know that I'm dead, and it'll all be over."

The Boss pressed the remote control for the bomb and laughed over the blasting sound, "Death to all!!!"

When Malon arrived in front of the villa, all that was left of the villa was ruins, the broken house was covered with human limbs, bloody and disgusting.

Heavy rain continued to fall, drenching Malon's red hair and diluting the blood on the ground.

Malon rummaged through it brick by brick, she couldn't believe that Link would really be indifferent, she wanted to ask him face to face.

Even if Link was really dead, she had to find his body.

"Link ...... Link ...... I remember, we met ...... when I was a child... ... "Malon murmured as she searched until all ten of her fingers were worn down, until the blood was pouring out.

One of the broken bricks moved, and Link pushed aside the crushed bricks that held him down and held out a hand.

Malon hastily dug him out of the rubble, large teardrops sliding down mixed with rain.

"...... Can I apply to return to port?"

Malon hugged Link and finally let out a sob.

Months later.

"Mrs. Smith, your husband's eyes have fully recovered, and the rest of the day is just a matter of keeping an eye out for any adverse reactions. Oh and by the way, your ring is so beautiful, it's new, isn't it?" The big-bellied doctor wrote something in his chart as Link pulled back the curtain and sat up from the viewing table.

Malon smiled at the doctor, the wedding ring on her hand sparkling, "Yes, thank you, Dr. Rhodes."

Malon walks out of the hospital on Link's arm, a newspaper on one side of the room is still carrying the Limon Harbor bombing from a few months ago, and next to it is a bounty hanging over a picture of Link in his early years.

An old woman looked at the paper through her presbyopic glasses and mumbled, "Why hasn't the killer been caught yet?"

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do you have any headcanons, old or new, for the kf!Barry possibility? i am so intrigued by it, fascinated even and i'm curious about your own takes, or what's the most interesting thing about it to you?

Ahh I love this question! It’s an idea I periodically get obsessed with from time to time, and I’ve talked a bit here about how I’d write it. And to expand:

I’ve never been a fan of Killer Frost’s split personality thing in the show, and it’s not comics accurate, so I’d probably do away with it. It’s just the general colder body temperature affecting his mind (chronic cold effects are terrifying, and that wouldn’t even be as bad as this, because this is inside him), not to mention his constant hunger for body heat to try to reach homeostasis (comics-based and…also, given biology, makes sense)

There’s a few different times I could give Barry powers, though I love the idea of them manifesting during s2 and him using them to defeat Zoom, freezing and shattering him to pieces

On the other hand, I also love the idea of them manifesting during s3, the way KF’s do in canon, maybe after he’s already met his frosty E2 doppelgänger. I doubt he’d team up with Savitar…unless Savitar was Iris and they became a genuine evil duo (not the leader-subordinate dynamic that Savitar and KF had in canon, but a true equal partnership)

He could also get powers in s1, and they start to affect his mind. He’s snappish, more irritable…and most of all, he doesn’t trust Eowells (especially if Iris is the Flash, and CSI Barry’s hero worship for Eowells is overridden by suspicion and worry…especially as he starts noticing more things off about Eowells)

And, to slip in a little Barrisco, I think KF!Barry and Reverb might’ve been the dynamic duo on E2. So KF!Barry on E1 might be very keen to recruit Cisco and replicate that…👀

Maybe he becomes an anti-hero like KF does in canon—still with villainous tendencies, but using them in service of the heroes (I do usually love that trope 💞)

I also have quite a few thoughts about “what if I wrote him in the Morgan AU as a spinoff AU” (4 additional headcanons for anyone interested in that):

He gets powers from the accelerator in s1, and they affect him as per the first headcanon outlined above. And, ofc, no split personality

He doesn’t fall into a coma, and instead, decides to use his powers to protect Central City. He doesn’t tell anyone—and if Iris is the Flash here, he ofc can’t tell her. While out on patrol one night, he meets a young hero who calls themself “Sentry”—definitely a kid or young adult, and definitely in need of guidance. Barry might not know how to be a hero, but he knows how to guide people. Probably (and their powers certainly make them useful…even if he’s horrified at that fleeting thought)

Barry and Morgan’s dynamic is thus pretty different. It’s less equal from the start, and it never really approaches that. Morgan looks up to him, and Barry…doesn’t quite look down on her, but as time passes, it gets close. Even as they become friends outside of their superhero identities, she’s still very much someone he needs to protect, not so much someone he can count on to protect him

He also notices some things are up with Eowells and Morgan. Some…not so great things. As time goes on, a picture starts to form in his head—abuse? Neglect specifically? Something. He’s only a CSI, he can’t investigate that…so he drops anonymous tips to CPS. Eowells gets out of all of them, and Morgan is visibly much more anxious after that, so Barry takes the hint and stops, but he’s still pissed that his effort was futile. But also…maybe it’s for the best. Where would Morgan go? Tina raised her for a little while but gave her back to Eowells, she can’t be trusted. (Maybe the only person he can trust for such a job is himself—and he should be horrified by the thought, but…he’s not)

send me an au and i’ll share 5+ headcanons about it!

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wildwoodshotelsystem-tm · 7 days

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Meet the Alters!

Kacia age: 4324 years old role: trama holder/ gatekeeper Personality: from ancient Greece she is a follower of Hades and deemed a 'Hades kid' in Percy Jackson words she is mostly serious and taken a mother role in the system for Klee. Mom jokes for days. platypus obsessed

Estrellita age:5 role: little Personality: sassy yet dumb and funny. can and will throw hands with someone 5x their height and body weight. if not energized she tired eepy and sensitive

Sans age: 39 role: protector/ trauma holder/introject (Undertale) personality: lazy but strong and pun master. can and will rock kids' shit. other sans alters and aus include: ink error geno fell flower-fell Swap Dream Killer Nightmare Dust Fellswap and the littles: Bitty Au versions

Hu Tao age:15 role: trama holder/introject (Genshin Impact) personality: brash playful and friendly. jokester

Maomao age: 17 role:trama holder/introject (Apothecary Diaries) Personality: calm and apathetic but sometimes ruthless when her rules aren't followed. gets excited when talking about poisons

Ticci Toby age: 17 role: trauma holder/persecutor/introject (Creepypasta) personality: usually upbeat and hyperactive but very sarcastic and temperamental. jerkish and annoying.

Zagreus age: also centuries years old role:trauma-holer/introject (Hades) personality: sassy lil boy that is dating the grim reaper aka Thanatos

SCP-999 age: idk its a little orange blob role:little/introject (SCP) personality: living anti depressant that loves sweets and will seek out sad people to cheer up Haku age: 21 role:trauma holder/protector personality: quiet and mostly speaks about business but likes casual conversations about scps she's friends with

SCP-049 age:real fucking old again role: introject (SCP) personality: wants to cure the Pestilence and keeps the body from germs. thinks that body is free from the Pestilence if hes in her mind and likes to learn new thing

Jack Frost age: 16 but actually really old role: introject (Rise of The Guardians) personality: a laidback prankster that likes chilling with kids and making them laugh and have fun

Amity Blight age: 14 role: trauma holder/introject(The Owl House) personality: perfectionist little gay that likes to get good grades and making the people she loves proud

Toph Beifong age:16 role: protector/introject(ATLA) personality: a headstrong bunt character that lis a bit smug yet loyal to friends.

Klee age: 8 role: little/introject (Genshin Impact) Personality: troublemaker and refuses to sit still. naive and a bit ditsy.

Riddle Rosehearts age: 17 Role: Protector/self helper/introject (Twisted Wonderland) Personality: stubborn, rule stickler, sheltered boy, anger issues, healing

Angel Dust age: 37 Role: trauma holder/ prosecutor/ introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: can and will go back to people who harms them usually expects harm. this version of AD does not like to be called Anthony.

Alastor age: 40 Role: prosecutor/introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: manipulative and catty does not like the internet so he often doesn't speak in here if he does it's Riddle typing it out for him

Lucifer Morningstar age: reallll old but still younger than Kacia. Role: trama holder/introject (Hazbin Hotel) personality: duck obsessed socially awkward king of hell.

Stolas age: 36 Role: Protector/introject (Helluva Boss) Personality: flirtatious but romanticly awkward and dad figure for Klee

Macaque age: also a couple centuries-old holy cow- Role: protector/introject (lego Monkey Kid) Personality: sassy and only a hint of manipulation can and will deck kids in the face. the just freed from prison uncle (literally happened in the show)

Zuko age: 16 Role:Trauma holder/introject (Avatar the last air bender) Personality: awkward turtle duck that is healing and slight tiny hint of anger issues

Sir Pentious age: 45 role:introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: awkward but passionate and will cry for his little egg bois

TommyInnit age:17 role:introject (Twitch) personality: loud aggressive and cocky but means well

Technoblade age:23 role: trauma holder/introject (DSMP) personality: blunt quiet and some humor but has not been talking since sources death if he does talk alert Kacia, its a monumental moment

Tamaki Suoh Age: 17 role: introject (ouran high school host club) Personality: cocky loud and flirtatious when left unchecked if you are uncomfortable with his flirting when hes out alert Kacia

Hobbert "Hobie" Brown age:20 Role: trauma holder/ introject (Spiderman into the Spider-verse) Personality: chill anarchist who doesn't belive in teams. doesn't belive in consistency.

Adam age: real old again Role: prosecutor/ introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: womanizer flirt crude and annoying

Serial Designation V Age:idk 16 or smth in the teens Role:introject (Murder Drones) Personality: originally manic and insane with a blood (oil?) thirst but now a kindish self-sacrificial friend loving bot who will attack threats.

Esme age: 5 role: little Personality: quiet and meek but likes to talk about flowers

Shadow the Hedgehog age:50 but physically 20 role: Introject(Sonic)/former prosecutor personality: chill bit of edge lord but protective of littles and women in general, he drinks respect women juice by the gallon. "Hip with the kids" and people actually like him-

(New!) Asaki Age: 24 Role: Protector Personality: Loud and competitive. Irritable and the child of Zagreus and Thanatos. Can be quiet when she wants to.

(New!) Thanatos Age: FUCKING OLD Role: introject (Hades) Personality: Quiet loverboy who loves Zagreus (maybe a little too much ykyk?)

(New!) Bill Cypher Age: OLD AGAIN Role: Proscutor/Introject (Gravity Falls) Personality: Manipulative little fuck that will drive the host insane with despair. Proceed him with caution.

(New!)Dr. Doofenshmirtz Age: 47 Role: Introject (Phineas and Ferb) Personality: a dreamer of great height yet also dense but has a good heart behind his "evil plans"

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