#wally's just facepalming

[b-o-e]

sleepy phone call Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: fluff :))

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #6 :)

You find yourself unable to fall asleep, leading you to call Wally in the late hours of the night.

“Hello?”

Ah, jeez.

What had you been thinking?

You’d been staring up at your ceiling for who knows long. You’d been tossing and turning all night, unable to fall asleep, despite the exhaustion seeping through your body.

What made you think calling Wally would be a smart idea in your barely coherent state? Well, actually, it was probably just that. You incoherent state did.

“Hi,” you finally mustered out. You were already regretting your decisions. What if he’d been asleep? What if he had been peacefully reading a book in bed? Painting, for whatever reason?

“... Are you alright?” Wally’s voice returned, laced with concern. There was a bit of rustling. “It’s late,”

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. You were debating hanging up there and then, but that would be even worse at this point, wouldn't it?

“I don’t mind in the slightest.”

Your heart swelled. He was always so sweet and considerate, wasn’t he? Always there when you needed him. You shouldn't have doubted that.

“... I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, gnawing lightly on your bottom lip. 

“Ha ha, I think I know how that feels,”

You facepalmed. You’re an idiot, aren’t you? No, he had not been asleep.

Nonetheless, a giggle slipped past your lips, amused by your own silly mistake.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be one to speak, huh? That was insensitive,” you chuckled, “I’m sorry,”

“I don’t mind,” he told you. “I’m quite used to it. What keeps you up though, neighbour?”

What was keeping you awake? Really, you had no clue. Was it the fact that you couldn’t get him off your mind, to the point where you subconsciously thought ‘hey, calling Wally in the ungodly hours in the early morning is a good idea’?

You shifted your seated position, fiddling with the phone's cord as you pursed your lips in thought. Finally, you decided on an answer.

“I’m not entirely sure,” you sighed. “I just… maybe my brain is being too loud, tonight.” You claimed. It wasn't a lie, yet it saved you from telling the full, embarrassing truth.

“Is there something on your mind you’d like to speak about?” You heard a bit of light shuffling.

“I…” you paused, trying to find the words you wanted to say. “I’m not sure, honestly,” you grumbled. “I think… I think I just wanted to hear your voice,” you confessed to him, blunt and honest.

The call went silent. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach. Did that sound odd?

“Wally?” You forced a chuckle, wiping your sweaty palms on your sheets. When did it get so warm in your house? “Sorry, that was probably a strange thing to say, wasn’t it?” You apologized, grimacing a little.

“Not at all,” his response came swiftly, pausing before he continued. “I’m honoured to hear you say that, neighbour,”

“Okay,” you breathed, relieved you hadn’t creeped him out. You knew Wally wasn’t very judgemental, but you still worried sometimes with the things that slipped past your lips.

Silence fell between the two of you, leaving you to desperately wrack your brain to figure out the right words to say.

What was the point of being so uptight? You already let that last comment slide. You were getting too tired to care, anymore.

“Would you mind…” you began, taking a second to figure if you really wanted to say this.

“Would you mind, just… talking?” You requested shyly. 

“Hmm…” he hummed, “Would you like me to talk about anything in particular?”

“Anything,” you shook your head, despite the fact he wouldn't be able to see it.

“Anything…” Wally parroted, going quiet for a while. Your eyes fell shut, your body further into your mattress. Even with him on the phone now, you were feeling less restless than you had been beforehand. His company was comforting, even over a silly call.

“Can I… confess, something to you, neighbour?” Wally’s sweet voice returned to your ears. 

“Of course you can, Wally. I’m always here for you if you need me,” you mumbled.

“... Do you promise?” His tone almost seemed to be one of slight insecurity, an unusual sound for him. Your eyes reopened, staring back up at your ceiling. This seemed like something that could be important to him, and you wanted to ensure he had your full attention.

“Cross my heart, always and forever…” the words fell off your tongue with ease, repeating a vow he told to you some weeks prior. A promise you were more than willing to keep in return.

“Well,” Wally began, “I have… a secret. One that I’ve been keeping from you, that’s about you. One that I've found to cause me some distress,” 

About you? Now, that was a bit worrisome. 

“I hope I haven’t done anything wrong to harm you,” you stressed. That was the last thing you wanted.

“No, no, you’ve done nothing wrong at all,”

“Thank goodness, I was terrified,” you breathed a chuckle, your worry levels lowering. The feeling was still there, as you remained unsure of what the cause of Wally’s distress truly was.

“Sorry, neighbour… I’m struggling to find the right words to say it to you,” he admitted, sounding slightly defeated.

“Take your time, Wally. There’s no rush. I’ll be ready when you are,” you tried to put his mind at ease.

You could hear him inhale deep and slow, holding it for a few moments, before letting it back out. He spoke gently.

“Your eyes,”

He paused for only a second, releasing a sigh.

“They rob the words off of my tongue.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes widening in surprise.

“My heart,” he went on, “it sings with euphoria every second you are near,”

There was no way this was happening.

“Ha ha… we may as well call it yours, with how full of you it is,”

Said heart pounded in your chest so loud, you could hear it in your head. 

“It’s no secret how I enjoy indulging in art quite frequently,” He continued.

“And yet, you manage to be the most extravagant masterpiece I’ve come across,” His voice was at a new level of gentleness than you’ve ever heard before. It was filled with nothing but open honesty, although you felt like there was something else laced in with it.

“You’re unfathomably endearing, and I crave more of you every time we part. That night we spent time together under the stars?” He ended with a questioning lilt, causing you to reflect back on that evening.

“There were so many things I wanted to say to you then. I wanted to tell you that if you asked me to, I’d figure out a way to give you the moon. That, despite the sky full of them, you shine brighter than any star up there in my eyes,” 

You didn’t know what to say. Truth be told, you were simply just… speechless.

“And after all this time, I’m still dancing around the point that I’m trying to get across, ha ha,” 

“The truth is, my darling…”

Your mind is playing tricks on you, if you heard what you were expecting next.

“... I’m in lo–”

You slammed the phone down on its base.

This was not happening.

Were you dreaming? 

Have you been asleep this whole time, stuck in an extremely realistic dream?

The pain in your arm when you pinched it tightly answered that question for you…

You stared into the darkness of your house, wide eyed.

Was he really about to say what you thought he was?

“Of course he was!” You answered that question aloud, slapping your hands to your face.

And you just hung up on him!

You froze.

You hung up on him.

…

You scrambled out of bed.

You tripped over your twisted blankets in the process.

Go, go, go! Your mind screamed at you.

You didn’t care to put on any shoes. It was the least of your concerns right now. You yanked your front door open, darting out of it, and making a mad dash to Home.

Your feet padded against the ground below them, your legs moving faster than you thought they even could. Your adrenaline was spiking through the roof!

What if it was too late now? What if you ruined your chances, forever?

Your brain nagged at you. What if this? What if that?

When you came into Home’s view, it didn't even see you as you approached, attention focussed elsewhere. Once it did take notice of you, its door swung open for you, swaying slightly as if to usher you in. That's exactly what you did. 

Your eyes, blurred with stressed tears, scanned the room around you. Drifting to the table where Wally's phone typically sat, you found it to be missing. You followed the line that connected to the wall, ending at the landline, sat right next to the man you were looking for. 

His head lifted from his knees, attention captured by the sound of your hurried breaths as your body tried to compose itself. 

His widened in shock eyes met yours, teardrops rolling down his cheeks as they did on yours. No matter, a smile still remained on his features, despite being the most pathetic you’ve ever seen. You stared at each other for a moment, until you swallowed down the lump in your throat.

“Say it to my face,” you panted out.

You walked closer, kneeling before him, your hands cupping his cheeks. His own came up, wrapping gently around your wrists.

“Please,” you begged softly, voice cracking with desperation, choked up. “Please, Wally, say it to my face,”

His gaze softened, never breaking from yours. He opened his mouth, hesitating.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered.

And that’s all you needed to hear.

You closed the gap between you, kissing him, his grip on your wrists tightening. 

“Again?” You murmured softly as you pulled away, looking into his awestruck eyes. He took a moment to process what had happened, before he responded.

“... I’m in love with you,” 

Your lips pressed to his in another gentle kiss, Wally having the mind to return it, more prepared this time. When you pulled away, the corners of his smile quirked upwards.

“Ha ha, again?” He was the one to request this time, leaning his forehead against yours. “I'm in love with you,” he repeated, hopeful of receiving another kiss. You gave a choked giggle, giving him what he desired. You pecked his lips, his cheeks, and then his forehead.

“I’m in love with you too, Darling.” 

imagine getting deceived twice in a row AHAHAAH, I had to make you think it would be more angst so you wouldn't expect this ending like so many of you did, bwahahah! yes, you get a happy ending! yippe! however, this still isn't the end, and there is more to come!

but! feelings are out there! feelings are reciprocated! yippee! I hope you enjoyed this part, maybe just a smidge more than the last, haha!

here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me!

alas!! 'tis all for now! next will likely be out in two days! like and reblogs are extremely appreciated, gimme dopamine rahhhh!!! until next time! MWAH! <3

Posted Sunday, May 6, 2023, at 11:37 AM

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[solar-wing]

⚣ YJ BatBro Incorrect Quotes: Scooby Doo ⍘

⚣ ⍘ A/N → ah memories. My first ever BatBro and Conner Kent post. Time sure does fly. Anyway, what I said still stands. There needs to be more Conner Kent x Male Reader and just male reader content in general. Batfam included :) WARNINGS: typical chaos, fluff, sibling arguments, random humor

⚣ ⍘ Summary → You join the Young Justice Team against the wishes of your father, Bruce Wayne aka Batman, who doesn't want his youngest son to join the superhero world. You've also got a mad crush on Conner Kent aka Superboy. Ever since you've joined though, you've got this weird habit of having moments in life feel like incorrect quotes. Oh well...

REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 💛

Superboy: Gee, Dad. Does this mean you finally accept what I want to do with my life me as your son?

Superman: *laughs* Hah-hah-ooh Superboy.

Superman: No.

Superboy: *sad*

You: *calm murderous*

*Batman, Red Tornado, Black Canary, and the Team in the mission room with you & Kid Flash dressed up like waitressing girls*

You: Um, like this isn't exactly what I had in mind. Why are KF & I dressed up like girls when Artemis & M'Gann are girls?

Wally: Yeah *pulling on dress* my skirt's too tight.

Artemis: Because M'Gann & I refused.

*You & Wally grumbling*

You: *dialing Conner* Sphere? It's Y/N. Put Conner on.

You: *Pause* ...because you're almost impossible to understand on a phone.

*Kid Flash leading everyone through a door and shutting it*

*Demon Vampire that looks like Batman locks the door trapping everyone inside and throws away the key*

DV: FOOLS!

*runs away*

You: *mocking Kid Flash* 'Everybody! In Here!' Nice.

Kid Flash: How was I supposed to know we'd get locked in by your dad?

You: It's a cage KF! You always want to stay on the outside of a cage. And that's NOT MY DAD!

DV: *brooding*

You: I don't think...

Robin: *facepalms*

*everyone looking down an ominous tunnel*

You: I wonder where it leads?

Superboy: Only one way to find out. *drops down chute*

Superboy: All clear! Come on down!

You: Catch me Superboy! *drops down and lands on your butt*

Superboy: Did you say something Y/S/N?

You: *sigh* never mind.

*Wally receives message from Kent Nelson*

You: What does it say?

Message from Kent: HEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You: Heep? What the hecks that mean?

*finding Kent*

Kent: I meant to type 'Help!" I'm no good with these new fangled gadgets.

*talking about Bruce to the team*

You: Every day for two weeks now, he runs screaming down the hall and ends up sleeping in the yard. Is that normal?

Wally: For your dad? Probably.

Speedy: What's up with Superboy?

*Superboy screaming and ripping his shirt off*

You: Oh, he's just in the zone. It'll pass.

You: If not, we'll spray him with a hose.

*you and the team show up at the hospital*

You: Can we help you with anything?

Bruce: No. Go away.

M'Gann: Who's the patient?

Bruce: An employee at Wayne Tech. Go away.

Wally: What happened to him?

Bruce: it's classified...go away.

*You and Artemis watching Wally and Conner spar*

Artemis: Hey Y/N, let me ask you something. If you liked a boy...?

You: *gasps* WHO TOLD YOU?! Was it one of my brothers?? Dick! Hmm, he thinks he's so perfect. WELL, what no one knows is he has a SIXTH TOE on his...

Artemis: UH! What are you talking about?

You: I- Clearly, not what you were talking about…

BONUS:

DV: LET ME GO! I'LL DRAIN YOU ALLLL!!!

You: Dad, you're vampiring is tearing this family apart! I'm sorry but you've left me no choice. I'm going to have to stake you! *randomly pulls out a wooden stake and mallet*

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Honestly the “JLU Wally is YJ Wally” HC/AU has so much wasted potential. Not only angst but also. Imagine how fucking funny the whole situation could be. Imagine

Wally, against his wishes, goes to an undercover mission with the League. When something inevitably blows up, he gets (reasonably) angry and starts muttering about how “It's a curse, I swear. I am not feeling the aster right now. So not whelmed, man”. Shayera looks at him confused, because what the fuck does aster mean?

He gets banned from going to undercover/recon/non-fighting missions

When he figures something that he feels should have been obvious up he says “Hello, Megan!” and facepalms. He does it a lot, and refuses to explain when someone asks him why or what it means

He's the youngest in the team but he's also one of the most experienced

People usually think that the reason why he tends to not tell the league about what his next move is going to be in battle or why he's so uncoordinated when working in a team is because he's arrogant and refuses to listen. It's actually because he's so used to having the mind link to communicate that now he finds it hard to talk out loud with his teammates sometimes. He's working on it

He'll ask someone something and then get frustrated when they don't answer him, only to remember that he never actually said anything out loud

Not having people in his mind all the time feels kind of lonely. Maybe that's why he was so much happier than usual when J'onn was forced to make a temporary mind link for a mission

He gets frustrated because he wants to watch a show he likes but then remembers that the show doesn't exist because it was created in like 2008. It's a pain

He talks to Shayera about his other red-headed sister, ‘Megan’, and gets uncharacteristically sad and quiet when she asks if she could meet her someday

The original JL members started to pick up on some of the stuff he says, so the phrases “Hello, Megan!”, “Get whelmed” or even the word ‘crash’ are commonly heard in the Watchtower

His relationship with Superman is complicated because he's used to holding some resentment for not being patient with Conner when he first met him so sometimes he's too salty with him, but then he remembers that that was another Superman and it gets awkward pretty quickly

If his relationship with Superman is complicated, then imagine how it is with Batman and Zatanna. One is his best friend's dad from another universe and the other is his friend he's known since he was 14 from another universe who is now older than him

And imagine how it'd be with Red Tornado. He's so used to having the guy as some kind of mentor that being his superior feels off. He tried to connect with him but it was just too awkward for him to handle

He. Misses. Barry. And. Iris.

He finds out that the Jason of this universe came back to life and wonders if his Jason came back too. Too bad he's never going to find out

Let him break down a little. Let him live with the knowledge that he's all alone now (pre-JL). Let him be depressed over the fact that his aunt doesn't even know him because both him and Barry are dead in this universe

He thinks about how he was going to propose to Artemis and doesn't show up to league meetings and missions for three weeks

“Why weren't you here?” “I had some stuff to do haha sorry” (he was laying in bed crying)

Certain things, like eating ice cream or going out to see movies, just aren't as appealing as they used to be. Everytime he sees teenagers hanging out, laughing with each other, he can't help but think about how that could (should) be him

He had to quit the team (more like was forced to quit) because his powers were killing him. Now he's back on the field and isn't dying anymore, but he can't help but think that maybe if he was then he wouldn't have cared much

Wally meets the Nightwing of this universe and immediately starts crying

Think about this: Dick doesn't know him, who know what's up with Roy, Artemis is a criminal, Kaldur probably doesn't even exist, Conner also doesn't exist (yet), Zatanna's way older than him and M'gann is dead. Just. Take a moment to think about it

He has to live with the knowledge that he's probably never going to see his friends, his family again. He has to live with the knowledge that he has no one to go to when he has speedster problems. He has to live with the knowledge that he'll never go home

Clark brings his Ma's pie to the Watchtower once and Wally gets so emotional because it smells sm like the pies he used to (try to) make with Iris and Barry (it was apple pie. They always failed so they bought one from a bakery, and Ma's smells sm like those he can't help but remember the good old days lmao. He cries)

I said this once and I'll say it again: he was going to propose to Artemis

He died knowing that he would never be able to make amends with his soulmate best friend

He has to go on a mission where he sees this universe's Artemis (a criminal) and no matter how much he tries to help her and turn her into at least a civilian, he still wasn't able to make her be even close to his Artemis

He has one of those scenes where the hero (Wally ofc) says “You could come with me. I'd help you. You could get away from the people that hurt you and, if you want to, I'd live you alone once you're safe. I can promise that”, and the villain (Arty) is like “Omg really...??” and acts all hopeful and shit but ends up being “Sike no, I'm never going with u wtf”

He finds out Hal exists in this universe too but is in another planet and looses his shit lmaoo

But like srs. The potential this shit has is amazing and ppl should acknowledge it more

#dc #wally west #the flash #young justice #young justice cartoon #justice league #justice league unlimited #crossover #shayera hol #m'gann m'orzz #dick grayson #roy harper #artemis crock #kaldur'ahm #clark kent #bruce wayne #hal jordan #zatanna #iris west #barry allen #angst #tw for suicidal thoughts #spitfire #i'm not the biggest spitfire shipper (i like birdflash better) but i tried to stick to canon as much as possible #wally and dick ARE soulmates tho. doesn't matter who their romantic parners r #they belong together romantically or not #i love them <3 #birdflash #only mentioned tho #j'onn j'onzz

[quotidian-oblivion]

✨Out of context lines shitpost Pt. 3✨

Part 1 | Part 2

Quo: Do you want to put the sparkles in the title like we did in- Nogolsta: Of course. We're not savages.

@mispeltnostalgia and Quo bring forth more shit.

Hello, y'all enjoy the chaos cause i know i do :) -Nogolsta

The batfam but as things we said in public and in class:

Tim: I cleaned my floor, I washed the dishes, I did my h.w, I was productive.

Jason: Damn. The motivation demon possessed you.

Tim: Yeah it did!

Jason: Meanwhile… meanwhile…

Tim: What did you do?

Jason: *softy* torture

Tim: I love that

*high five*

~

Dick: *Starts sinking in his chair sliding under the table*

Also Dick: *Struggles to get up. Almost dies*

~

Steph: look if it's wrong you can blame me. I’ll even give you a crochet hook to stab me

Jason: I’d rather kill you with words

Steph: So I'd get on OC and you would brutally murder them?

Jason: Well, I do have an OC called Steph. Well its Christopher but I can shorten it

Bruce: What are you talking about?

Jason: Murder.

Steph: Specifically mine.

~

Special extracts from Tim’s essay about funeral rites in Egypt:

(Please note these are some extracts from Nogolsta’s essay outline. We don’t question it.)

The brain getting removed via nose with a crochet hook and the rest of the brain goop getting washed out with 💉drugs💉.

The flank (above the hips and below the booby area) is then cut open to scoop out the entire abdomen.

The cavity is then washed with palm wine and then with a ✨spicy blend✨.

Then it's filled with nice smelling things: pure myrrh(dur), cassia (another variation of cinnamon) but no frankincense (they don’t want the dead waking up now do they? Or else it’s gonna cause another Jason Todd). Then they sew the body up.

Body is chucked in natron (godly salt) for 70 days. No longer, no shorter (just like Dick) (Or Damian).

After this, the body is washed and wrapped in linen for that mummy look we all know and love.

Middle class funerals got less care (shockingly).

The body is injected with cedar oil through the butthole and is then plugged up like the hair in the sink.

(Note: Bruce got a call from the teacher about Tim being submitted to counseling.)

~

Dick: *walking backwards* I will make you hydrate

Tim: No you won’t 

Dick: you don’t have a choi- *walks into bookshelf and knocks books off*

~

Babs: and we could just sit and read fanfiction. I’m open to any Fandom as long as no romance or smut. I’m not comfortable with that. But I'm open to anything else. Especially ✨torture✨

~

Damian: Did you burn the paper I told you to burn?

Steph: Yeah!

Damian: Do you still have the ashes?

Steph: What? No, I burnt it in the fireplace, I’m not scooping it out.

Damian: *sigh* a pity. I was hoping to put it in a jar and look at it every day, reminding me of my dreams.

~

Wally: Oh no! We haven't been unpredictable enough today! Quick! Say something shitty!

Dick: I didn't bring a sandwich because we ran out of bread at home so Alfred made me a salad but I don't want a salad, I want a ham, cheese and tomato toastie. I mean, I love a salad, but I want a toastie *starts sobbing*

Wally:

Wally: I have regrets.

~

Jason: JANDBHWISHEVWBAKKXNFBFJEJDHRUWIQPD DNDBDHUS RBSKWDIHRVE SNAOSUEB

Bruce: *crying* Please- I will get down on my knees. Please stop.

Jason: NNJsjeuewjjJQJS EBSIWOSUEHEHBWBD RJE sndjjdidiwiwje

Jason: You have to say the ones not in all-caps quieter.

Jason: jwjduruwhsbdjriwi aanwjeiisjd NSNWOWORIRBEBSJA

~

Jason:*whispers* i have a torture idea

Dick: *facepalms in disappointment*

~

Dick: Our father has become a pigeon!

Jason: What?

Dick: *swivels phone to show a snap from Tim of Bruce with a pigeon filter on*

~

4 yo Damian: *grabs onto someone's leg in a crowd*

Jason: "raises the foot holding Damian with disgust* what the fuck are you?

4 yo Damian: you're not my father

Jason: I sure hope not. I haven't got any fuckers like you running around.

4 yo Damian: If you were my dad, I’d be sad.

Jason: Let’s find your dad you little shit.

Note: Nogolsta as a child was precious and savage at the same time 

Part 4

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[dumbbanana]

@ido100 asked:

Could you maybe explore your characterizations for Monomon and Herrah? Your take on Lurien is incredible!

Phew! I did one for Herrah last time and said I'd do one for Monomon in another post.

So here it is (checks calendar) 9 FREAKING MONTHS LATER. Thanks for your patience!

As with the previous Dreamer asks, the main answer is under the cut!

Sooo the first thing I'd say about my Monomon interpretation is that, compared to other people's interpretations of her, she's a bit of a bimbo (to put it lightly). Most interpretations I've seen of her are of a sagely, delicate, scholarly lady who can do no wrong and knows everything or of a mischievous mad scientist (not saying this is a bad thing) but when I was designing her, I had the general idea of her being a bit of an airhead who doesn't always engage the brain before opening her mouth. That doesn't mean she's entirely stupid - she could tell you from her hoards of knowledge the exact way a mechanism for a complex lock works along with it's history, advantages, disadvantages and how to bypass it. But she'd still spend an hour pushing on a door that says "pull" until it's pointed out to her (if it ever is).

So yeah… Everyone else's Monomons: Graceful, elegant, erudite, high class, sensible This Monomon: Knowledge of an entire kingdom, wisdom of a wooden spoon

In a similar vein, she's pretty much comes off as the "dumb" friend of the Dreamer friend group and, being the kind of friends that they are, any two will not pass up the opportunity to mess with the other. Since I like to think of her as a somewhat impulsive and reckless personality, she may more often than not act on something without thinking, causing trouble for those around and earning endless facepalms from her two best friends (if they weren't dragged into the mess to begin with). While I don't think she's any less intelligent than the other two, I imagine it to be more of a case of her being clever in her own way. While Lurien and Herrah may have more "classic" and "logical" methods in the way they do things, Monomon's odd way of doing things may come off as downright bizarre to the average person but they do produce the desired results and that all she needs.

Leading from that, when she's not being a complete wally, I think of her as an ambitious and potentially cunning person - when she has set her sights set on something, everything is fair game and she'll make as many friends or enemies as she wants to get it. After all, as the Teacher of the Archives, she holds a pretty interesting position in Hallownest so I like to think she has her ways in having come to that position and fending off any threats to her power and post. I also like to imagine that she can be highly irresponsible, often not really caring for the consequences of her actions and that she is rarely the one who has to deal with it. This mixed with her earlier mentioned recklessness and impulsiveness may cause her to have a certain kind of arrogance about her as, so far in her life, everything has gone her way exactly the way she wants.

On a happier note, regarding her actual job: while I usually see her depicted as some kind of introverted genius scientist, with her role as an archivist, I quite like the idea that she actually enjoys going out to see and experience everything in the world and to document it for her archives. Since her whole schtick is about the preservation of knowledge, I like to imagine that she regularly goes on Indiana Jones like adventures either in recovering artefacts that require preserving and protection or transporting documents which may be highly sensitive and valuable. Thus, she is often getting into fights with foes ranging from petty thieves to maybe hired assassins. Her being her, I imagine has had quite a lot of practice engaging these enemies over the years and it's just another day in the life and she's more than able to handle herself.

She, of course, is more than happy having Quirrel by her side (I've mentioned before that their designs are based off the lovers known as the Cowherder and the Weaver Girl and I certainly headcanon them as a happily married couple) even if, and this is purely because the young child in me always wanted to see such a situation, he is the love interest in distress that she ends up rescuing in every adventure 😆

Thank you as always for your ask and I hope this was worth the wait! Have a great day! 🍶

#hollow knight #monomon the teacher #hk monomon #hollow knight gijinka #hk quirrel #ask

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 17: Some Folks Just Can’t Handle Spoilers

After catching up with her son, Carmen wrote a very lengthy letter to the Keeper of the Library, both advocating for Blendin as a parent and given explicit instructions to allow him to travel as soon as possible and may return “home” to her mansion any time he wishes. She sent the letter off with Blendin as he left for the day back to his dorm, packing along a duffel bag full of different food stuffs from Carmen’s travels. “If that Keeper has any issues with that letter, I will personally have words with him.” It felt weird sending her son back through the bathroom closet, hopefully he will pick a better door next time. At least they traded numbers so they can easily message or even call if need be, Carmen didn’t have to send the letters anymore, at least to Blendin. Until Adora, or Daring, returns her letters, she will stick with sending everything like she has been.

Later that evening, she gathered everyone around for a big pasta night. “So, as some of you may know, Blendin, my son, found his way over here to visit. Things got a bit dicey, and he’s a pretty shy kid. From what I’ve seen, he’s pretty sheltered from the outside world and only knows what the Library has told him. He knows we are basically criminals. He used the word Villain, and he’s not wrong. But Blendin did say he is still willing to try and accept us and is willing to meet you all personally at a later date.” She announced as she served the big bowl of linguine to be passed around. “He was pretty overwhelmed today just by meeting me, M and Wally. I don’t want to overload him so I think a good idea is a single day just to hang out and do a meet and greet with him, and explain what we each bring to the table.” Ninoga held up a massive basket of breadsticks, “Bring to the table? I brought the breadsticks from the Garden of Olives!” Wally high fived him, “Aww yes! Those are so addicting, I could eat a whole tray of them!” Carmen facepalmed and leaned over to Kiros, “Do other crime families have this issue?” Kiros laughed, “I’m sure they do. Thats why lots of super villains have henchmen as cannon fodder, they aren’t losing much on the intelligence front.” She frowned, “Yeah, I still dont like that method. But Ninoga and Wally, they are very smart in their own regard. They arent henchmen at all.. None of you are. I’m thankful that I can call you all family.” Kiros laughed and ruffled her hair a little, since he and all the other agents basically tower over her. “You gave us a place to call home and put up our feet, even if some of us still live elsewhere. We wouldn’t have it any other way.” She chuckled as she tried to fix her hair, “Is M still in the mech lab? He’s gonna miss out on the garlic pesto sauce..” Lekir finished chewing her Italian sausage, “Yeah, I saw him tinkering with something that looked like a janky pod or something. I just know 079 was assisting him with the teleportation engines that have been going wonky lately.”

Ninoga raised his fork, “After Siberia, where do you think we’re going to go?” Carmen shrugged and thought about it, “I would probably guess Hungary. But I wont be certain until after we get the chest open.”

Ninoga tilted his head, “Why are we going hungry? We have enough food, don’t we?? Who wants to be Hungry?” Carmen looked at him, putting her food filled fork down, “The Hungarians want to be, they’re quite proud of it.”

“Proud of being hungry??”

“Well, yeah. Why else would they be called Hungarians?”

“What if we give them Turkey?”

Carmen raised her eyebrow, “Give them Turkey?! What, like pick it up and drop it on them?”

“Well, I mean, as long as you don’t put it in grease…”

Carmen rubs her temples, “Ninoga.. sweetie.. are you talking food or countries because geographically you cannot fit Turkey into Greece!”

Ninoga huffs, “Then how else do people deep fry turkeys?!” Carmen stares at him for a good long minute before filling her wine glass, “I’m far too sober for this conversation…”

In the mech lab, M was on his back under a large red metal pod, tightening some bolts with a wrench, half his body sticking out of the side panel he was working on. He licked his fingers and tested some wires before twisting them with other wires, connecting them. He licked his lips and paused, making a bit of an eating motion with his jaw. “Hm. Theres a bit of frustration at dinner. Thats a handy snack… oh she paired it with wine. Must have been one of the two dumbasses.” He muttered to himself, smacking his lips. He wriggles out and sits up, looking at a control panel. He taps a few keys and watches the screen. The machine whirred and buzzed as the giant wall screen blipped, showing a rather pointy gray face with small round glasses and blonde/purple hair combed up into a curled men’s greaser style. The face looked around and looked down at the changeling, “Connection successful. At least this wasn’t a total disaster like your other attempts.” It’s voice somewhat low yet a bit nasally or rather pixelated. It had slight resemblance to an ai program in a parallel Earth’s show in the 1990’s about a human Carmen. This wasn’t as eccentric or excitable. If anything it’s personality more mirrored Marvin the robot from Hitchikers Guide by Douglas Adams, just without the existential dread. Overall the emotion it portrayed the most: boredom with a hint of inflated ego.

“I suppose you will want to do a test to see if it works. Of course you would.” M still sat on the floor with his arms on his knees, waving a wrench at the screen, “I can just as easy unplug ya, you fuckin gigabit. Then I wouldn’t have ta hear ya complain so fuckin much. When you were just text on a screen, I could ignore the snide remarks. Just be thankful I gave ya a fuckin voice and a mug to look at.” 079 rolled its eyes and sighed, “Yes I suppose I should be thankful for that. It only took you what? Nearly 20 years since you all brought me here? Bunch of imbeciles. Where is 682?” M got to his feet and dusted himself off and rolled his shoulder, popping the joint. “You know his name is Kiros, fuckin use it. Anyway, He’s having dinner with the other agents, unlike me and you, he actually needs fuckin physical food to stay active. He’ll see all this in your fuckin glory soon enough. Although theres gotta be something I can fuckin do to fix yer damn attitude. I didnt have ta give you this fuckin visual and audible upgrade. I sure as hell didnt see you come up with one yerself, fuckface.”

The ai pursed its lips and narrowed its eyes at M, who just glared back. “Please input the date you want to travel to into the console and pair it to your device.” M waved that wrench again threateningly as he punched in the numbers. “Dodging the subject, I fuckin see.. ok lets do something simple. Nothing too drastic, lemme do… roughly three years in the future, Times square. Nothin will probably happen between then and now.” He paired it with a bulky watch he had whipped up and stepped into the multifaceted pod, shutting the hatch. “Chronoskimming commencing in 3…2…1.. “ A flash of light lit up the hatch’s window and M had disappeared.

In Times Square, three years into the future, M appeared in an alley with a small flash. He was instantly greeted by rain falling and thoroughly soaking his leather coat. His attention was drawn by a crowd in the main street. He jogged over to see what was going on. There was a clearing within the crowd, surrounding two individuals… who looked very familiar. One person was lying on his back on the ground, propped up on his elbow holding up a hand in defense, looking like a very beaten up and angry Waldo. The other was not as recognizable, the red coat was definitely Carmen’s but the one wearing it looked like a white haired Carmen with advanced cybernetic limbs. She held a pistol aimed right at Waldo close range and had this sickeningly hateful look he had never seen before on her face. M took a step back, he couldn’t hear what was being said, but this couldn’t be the future. Carmen wasn’t going grey that fast and she wasn’t part robot. And it didnt make sense. This must have been an alternate universe where those two were enemies and not head over heels in love. He turned to head back down the alley when he heard gunshot go off. He whirled back around and simply saw alternate/future M holding Carmen who was laying on the ground, limp in his arms as Waldo ran away. There was a solid pit in his stomach as M raced back to the alley, frantically plugging in the date he left.

Upon return, he flung the hatch open, still soaked from the rain, panting. He had only been gone a few seconds, yet the scene he witnessed was at least fifteen minutes. “Where did you fucking send me?!” He asked 079. “Exactly where you asked. Why?” M pointed to the pod, “What the FUCK did I just witness?!” He breathed hard, whipping off his wet coat and throwing it to the floor. “I just saw my brother and Red in a fuckin shootout.” The computer hmmed and gave a gif of someone shrugging. “I cant see into the future so what you saw must have been spoilers.” M growled and dug his claws into the metal desk, “What fuckin universe because nothing fuckin matched up!�� The ai scoffed, “You think I have the ability to travel between universes? If nothing matched up, then YOU must have calibrated something wrong and since that is not this world that you know of, I wouldn’t lose sleep over it.” M ran his fingers through his orange hair, calming down and nodding, “Yeh, maybe yer right… its not like them to be in that situation like that. Maybe I just need a rest.” 079 chirped up as M left the room, “I hear chocolate milk helps with time travel sickness!”

A few minutes pass before the mech lab door opens again with Carmen holding a plate of garlic pesto pasta. “M? How’s it coming along?” 079 responded and made Carmen nearly drop the dish, “The rude one left for his quarters, apparently. I would only assume he has his project working a bit too well for his liking… or dislike. I couldn’t tell. I just know he was very upset upon return. Although, with him, its hard to tell if he’s upset or that is his normal ornery personality.” The large head on the giant screen looked at Carmen, who had to set the plate down and had her hand over her chest, looking up in disbelief. “Madre Maria… 079? Is that you? Wow, M did a great job on you!” The ai did not look amused. “I suppose he did exceptionally well considering your species’ limited brainpower.” Carmen’s face fell a little, “Still a bit condescending but still something of an upgrade from just text.. I’ll take it.” She looked at the pod curiously, inspecting it. “So did he explain what exactly he was doing with this?” 079 sighed and flatly recalled, “This machine is currently Project Chronoskimmer, its main purpose is to travel not only to various destinations but to different time periods as well. Its currently paired with a wrist device but I’m sure it can pair with anything with the right technological advances. If you don’t like spoilers, I’d advise to avoid the future. The rude one apparently hates spoilers, just based on his test results when he tested the functionality. Where is 682?” Carmen looked up from the clawmarks in the metal desk, “Hm? Oh, Kiros is helping with washing the dishes. I can have him come in when he’s done if you would like.” The ai nodded, “That would be most ideal. Thank you.” Carmen took the plate and headed to the kitchen, tapping Kiros on the arm.

“079 wants to see you in the mech lab. M upgraded it to have a voice and face, just so you don’t have a jump-scare like I did.” Kiros chuckled and raised an eyebrow, “Is that so? I’ll have to see this for myself.” He wiped the last dish with the dishtowel and put it away, hanging the towel up on the hook before heading to the mech lab. Carmen set the pasta plate on the island and went searching for the plastic wrap or tupperware. Lekir leaned on the counter, “Why do you bother setting a plate for him, he almost never eats it.” Carmen shrugged, “I know he does occasionally eat for the fun of it. Besides, he seems to like garlic. So get this, you know how M was working on something to help us with transportation on heists? He made something 079 called a chronoskimmer. Its a freaking time machine!” Lekir scoffed, “Bug boy made a time machine? Please, I didnt think he could even make paper airplanes.” The mare shrugged and set the now wrapped plate in the fridge, “I dunno, with 079’s help, I think its possible. That ai knows a whole lot more than we do since we brought it back from the SCP Foundation.” Lekir crossed her arms, “I heard it got an upgrade too? Is it still an entitled asshole?” Carmen chuckled, “Yeah, still condescending but its easier to talk to now. I wonder if we could adjust the personality a bit but I don’t know if thats a computer issue or a sentience issue.”

She looked around and sat in the chair by the island. “Where did everyone go?” Lekir stretched and sighed, “Drake and Vasha went to go flying somewhere, possible bar hopping. Waldo and Ninoga are talking about food and countries named as food… still. And I think Asta went to the computer room to update her meteorology programs for the Siberia trip. You know where M and Kiros are so its just you and me.. alone with this whipped cream and strawberries.” The Vesk held up a bowl of berries and the aerosol can of whipped cream with a muzzle licking smirk. “I was thinking that for desert, we can have something special. I got these, and you already have the cake and juices… I’m thinking of making a Strawberry Shortmare~” Carmen chuckles, pulling her down to kiss her, “A short joke and a sexy time offer.. you’re lucky you’re cute.”

#mlp oc pony #carmen pondiego #ask blog #story update #ao3 fanfic #marehem #spoilers #chronoskimmer #scp 079

[adhdslugcrimes]

Clark and Wally talking in Midwestern/southern talk. (From SC but livin in MO so it's mostly southern)

Wally: sweet honey ice tea, poor aunt Iris knees must be hurting.

Bruce: .. how do you know that?

Clark: *low whistle* you do have an umbrella right?

Wally: yeah, but running in that be like running in the pasture after sniping the bull.

Clark: right, forgot about that. Hey, you should call up Old man Johnson back in my hometown! I'll hook you up with his number and you tell him Clark sent ya, he makes mighty fine shoes and boy they lasted me for years growing up. I could milk the cows, till the field, and run in mud and they look as new as I got them.

Wally: sweet! Probably save me some money these regular shoes ain't lasting a walk up to the kum n go just near my house, sweet Missouri rain I might as well go barefooted from the looks I get.

Clark: I understand, you can't just go in a barn house dance looking like your shoes seen wars as horrible in them books, golly if Aunt Debbie seeing me in them shoes as a youngin' well I was brought in for a fixing for grub until old man Johnson finished them shoes. Which reminds me, you tell aunt Debbie to get you some of her famous blackberry cobbler, the best cobbler you'll ever tasted in the whole wide border of Kansas.

Wally: you telling me this old man got him a wife who makes blackberry cobbler? Ohwe you better now write that number down, I love my city but ain't nothing like some good home grown cookin ya hear?

Clark: do I understand, ma be teaching Lois now how to cook, son you should have seen her face meeting lard for the first time, priceless as our dairy cow Betsy.

Wally: ey you ain't gonna be mad if I drop down at ya ma's place now will ya?

Clark: goodness heavens no, you visit my town you better get yourself down to ma and pa's place, I know they'll welcome you with a big ol plate of collars and them beans, my ma cornbread ain't to be missed too now. You'll leave as plump as a tick on an old huntin' dog.

Wally: hey that's just how I like it, you got yourself a deal I'm cleaner out my schedule for this week or more, now I ain't going to leave without returning the favor for y'all ma and pa.

Clark: pa will put you to work quicker than a chicken on a junebug, ain't gotta worry about that now, no sir.

Bruce: is this krypton?

Diana: no, it's country talk... Also you are from new Jersey you ain't got nothing to say.

Hal: well, it's nice to see Wally settling in well. Kyle will like to hear about it... So who's telling Kyle? Because I'm not.

Oliver: Roy is telling Dick so maybe they'll tell Kyle for you.

Diana: Jordan, talk to your prodigy. He's going to hate you if you treat him like this.

Hal: got that covered, I pulled a Bruce.

Oliver: you fucked his parents!?

Hal: yep. Don't ask for the story.

Diana, facepalm: you know, I'm glad Wally is here I need the break from /all/ of this mess.

#wally west #bruce wayne #clark kent #diana prince #oliver queen #hal jordon #poor Kyle #making wally country Bec fuck you #let the two county men talk #i literally live in Missouri so i am using their speech but a lot of it is southern #because I'm southern #sue me #the justice league

[akiartswithmemes]

I just realized I forgot to post this *facepalms*

But anyways,

Here’s Demon! Wally and his creators oc playing Lethal Company

I have a feeling that him and @infohazardouz would definitely mess with each other the whole time if they were to play this

Especially since the game allows mods on it.

#welcome home #au #fanart #demon au #god dammit Wally

[yaboirezzy]

Pollywog With A Knife

Sprig, in his room: *doing his own thing, then notices his two week old sister in the room*

Polly, holding a knife: *baby gurgles*

Sprig: *points to Polly* That’s a pollywog with a knife

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Sprig: It's a- POLLYWOG WITH A KNIFE!

Polly: :)

Sprig: I'm calling Hop Pop- wait he's not home

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Sprig: I mean- it's a pollywog with a knife!

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Sprig: Comfort eating *eats something out of a can*, these are just mushrooms

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Sprig: Aww, it's a pollywog with a knife

Polly: :p

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Sprig: *panicking hitting every item in his room* POLLYWOG WITH A KNIFE! *regrets it instantly*

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Sprig: What do you want? You want something? I'll buy you something later sis

Polly: :D

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Sprig: (quietly to himself) Why does my sister even hold a knife?

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Sprig, on top of his closet: GET OUT

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Sprig, holding a plush version of him: How about we trade? I'll give you this, and you give me that *gives plushie in exchange for the knife* Now, Isn't that bet- oh

Polly, with another knife: :)

Sprig: *facepalming* I'm really stupid.

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Sprig, holds the first knife out: Oh. It's not nice, is it? Huh?

Polly: :(

Sprig: I'm a FROG with a knife, what are you?! You're a POLLYWOG with a knife. You're NOTHING

Sprig: Actually I'm sorry Polly, that was mean. You don't deserve that. You're young. Here just take my-

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Sprig, filled with regret: Oh, now it's a pollywog with two knifes.

Polly: :D

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Sprig: Where's Polly? THERE'S Polly! WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE?

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SPRIG, on top of the closet again: GET OUT OF MY ROOM!

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Sprig, nowhere to be seen: I'm hiding in the closet now

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Sprig: You know, I kinda want you to stab me. So when our ancestor's like-

Leif: "Hello there, my descendant, how did you die?"

Sprig: I can be like-

Sprig: "Oh, I dunno, maybe I was stabbed by A POLLYWOG WITH A KNIFE."

Polly: *laughs*

Sprig : Don't laugh at me! You're sick. You're a sick pollywog with a knife

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Sprig, moving around fast: Yeah. Not easy, is it?! Not easy to hit a moving target!

2 minutes later...

Polly: :D

Sprig, with several cuts on his outfit: You have to leave

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An hour later...

Sprig, in his room tending to his injuries: ...

Ivy, outside: Aw, look at this little pollywog, isn't it-

Maddie, also outside: OH NO, IT'S GOT A KNIFE!

*sounds of things being sliced and screams of terror*

Sprig: ....I'm sure it's fine

Wally, outside: AAAAAAA-

#source: tomska #amphibia #sprig plantar #polly plantar #this definitely would've happened #and explain why sprig is so used to it in the future

[ggsworldstory]

Chapter 2 act 4: all's fair

Since the newest revelation of Terry’s past had come to light, GG was thinking constantly, how exactly would he go about figuring out the truth behind Terry’s framing and clear his name to his old crew? The cowboy himself had only so much information on the subject and it wasn’t like he could just ask the blood-thirsty, money-hungry bounty hunters himself… or could he?

And it was this thought process that led him to decide the latest destination for the duo’s travels

“A theme park?” Terry asked

“It makes perfect sense!” GG snapped back “if we wanna find a bounty hunter, we gotta think like one and if one’s looking for me they’d have to think like me, where would someone like me wanna go?”

Terry just stared, confused

“Exactly!”

“GG, if you wanted to go to a theme park, you could have just said so”

“Did you not hear that very straightforward thought process of mine?!”

“Look, I know the rogues and I’m pretty sure they’re smart enough not to actively pursue a bounty in a largely populated place like this!” 

“Oh…” GG said as his head began drooping down to the ground

Feeling bad for the boy, Terry then said, “Then again, can never be too sure and we did come all this way”

Immediately, GG picked himself back up, “Great!” he yelped, “Now, look alive, we got pages to fill!”

“Pages?” 

“I’m thinking of writing a journal or maybe a blog…”

As the Delinquent duo walked off they remained oblivious to the discreet, camouflage-clad seeker, watching, strategizing their downfall…. From the trash can

“Hmmm… The Toppat boy is onto me! Smarter than I thought it seems… but being a step ahead won’t mean much as he steps on a landmine!” Wally Warlock announced as he flipped through his spellbook and with a wave of his hand, a peculiar creature with a mushroom on its head resembling a soldier’s helmet appeared on the ground beside him

“Glug…” the creature groaned 

“Hey, over here!” Wally commanded, prompting the creature to turn around, “You see those two?” he continued, pointing at the delinquent duo, “keep an eye on them but stay out of their sights, and when the time is right…” Wally once more waved his hand, making a gun locked and loaded with sleeping powder appear in the creature’s hands

“Glug!” the creature responded affirmatively, as it began to waddle off, dragging the gun behind

For about 20 seconds before it walked into a no entry zone of the park and was launched into the sky by an oncoming coaster

Wally, facepalmed as he saw this, “I spent the last of my cash on this third rate spellbook?! Urghh, well if these things are lacking in quality, they’ll have to make up for it in quantity…”

Meanwhile, the Delinquent duo were simply meandering about the park, with GG practically rotating with each step, “the hell are you doing?” asked Terry

“Well, those hunters could be anywhere, right?”

“Well I don’t think they’re gonna strike if they can tell your ready”

“Ah, you’re right, gotta act natural, hmmm…”

At that moment, a Bottle toss stand crossed his sights and immediately he dashed towards it, dragging Terry in tow

“Ah, nothing like some nice rigged carnival games to relax while we’re most certainly NOT on the lookout for bounty hunters, eh, Terry?!” GG loudly announced, much to Terry’s un-amusement

“2 games please” GG said as he plopped 2 bucks on the booths counter and the operator handed the duo 3 balls each

“You first, Terry” GG said “I’ll be on look-out” he then whispered as he stood and tried to maintain subtlety

As this was happening, two of Wally’s shroom-soldiers as one of them walked about a corner, Spotting GG and Terry, immediately the other dragged them back as to remain out of their field of vision, Back in the trash can, Wally was using a communication spell to keep tabs on his fungal forces, when he got a signal from the duo, “You’ve got them in your sights? Perfect! Just get a clear shot and bring those maggots to me!”

“Glug!” the two responded affirmatively

On of them then proceeded to rather clumsily get a grip on their gun

As the creatures began to take aim, Terry ran out of balls and switched positions with GG, “All yours” he said as GG stepped up to the plate

“Alrighty, just gonna wind this one up…” GG said as he reeled his arm back in a circular motion that grew faster and faster, Flames began to fester on the ball and he eventually chucked it with all that built up force!

Completely missing the bottles as the ball tore through the back of the booth, ricocheting off a hard concrete wall, tearing another hole, whizzing past GG, Terry and the booth operator before Smacking right in the Shroom soldier’s face, right as it was about to shoot! Causing the other to promptly flee the scene

“Huh” GG said, “Might’ve packed a bit too much into that one, oh well, I still got two more-” 

The operator didn’t hesitate for a second as they smacked the bottles off the table themselves “Look at that, a winner!” they said frantically as they shoved the largest plush amongst the booth’s prizes in the boy’s hands 

“Soldiers, what’s your read?” Wally asked, trying to reach the duo’s signal, the survivor grumbled its response, “A fireball? Of course you realize, Toppat, this means war!” He then proceeded to signal all of his troops, “all units, I’m being told our foe is wielding some sort of fire magic, but this means nothing, we’ll just have to fight fire… with ice!” Wally announced as he looked through his spells and clapped his hands, suddenly the hues of the shrooms shifted from sickly greens to lighter blues as they were all given ice magic

Meanwhile, the Delinquent duo were wandering around when abruptly, GG came to a stop, turning around with wide, awe-struck eyes, “What is it?” Terry asked, confused until the boy pointed up at the attraction that caught his eyes

“bumper cars!” GG cried out with glee! Reminiscing of the few, yet very fond memories he had attached to the attraction

“Getting distracted, are you?” Terry teased

“Wha- how DARE you accuse me?!” GG yelled, taking the joke rather personally, “I said I’d find one of your old friends here and I meant it! And I can do it while taking in all the frantic swerving, the tires squealing, the…” he was in a trance before quickly snapping out of it “agh, let’s just get in line!” the duo proceeded to the attraction as GG resumed his observation

Despite GG’s vigilant lookout, a horde of Wally’s shrooms remained undetected as they peered from the corner of a stand, they needed to get close, but how?

At that moment, one of them grabbed an unattended box of the Park’s novelty hats, they donned the disguises, hiding their grotesque spore-ridden mugs with more cartoonish, foam fungi as they proceeded to get into line with the delinquent duo, the line moved and the horde along with the delinquents got into their cars as the ride’s operator came on the speaker to rather unenthusiastically announce “ready, set… go!” as he activated the ride’s music and the car’s ignitions 

Now, while GG had ultimately arranged this day-trip in order to lure any of Terry’s old friends and help clear his name, that didn’t change the fact that he was sitting in one of his all time favorite attractions to any theme park, the adrenaline had begun to kick in as the music blared in ears his eyes widened along with a worryingly big smile, he slammed his foot to the gas and he was off! Rushing to the horde and slamming them at full force like a bunch-a bowling pins! He swerved and turned as the horde tried to retaliate, rubber squealed, dust flew, it was utter madness!

“Well that’s… worrying,” Terry muttered to himself as he watched this unfold, until GG’s car inevitably turned his direction, before promptly giving him the same treatment as everyone else in that arena, Terry of course, wouldn’t take this lying down, following the crash, he adjusted his hat and put the pedal to the metal, as the duo chased each other about the area, with GG’s intense, almost maniacal enthusiasm and Terry’s focus and vehicular prowess (jetpack, bumper car, potato, po-tah-to) it was truly an heart- pounding spectacle as they bumped one another to and fro!

Meanwhile, as the horde were recovering from their crashes and attempting to take advantage of their distraction, one of them attempted to fire shots of frost at them, but given the speed of their chase and that they weren’t exactly stellar aimers to begin with, they missed every one, until they got a call from Wally

“What are you doing?! I can see them in your sights, so listen up!” he commanded the soldier as he relayed his strategy, they gave an affirmative “glug!” before shouting at their comrades, waking them up as they all collectively set their arms to drag behind as they all charged forward, creating a layer of ice on the arena, catching the duo off guard as their carts were sent sliding across the stage like billiard balls, they could barely control their cars, just as planned

Trying to capitalize on this disorientation the horde once more tried to subdue the duo with their guns, of course, they only now realized that their ice only made their targets even more erratic than before, but they were in too deep and decided to press onwards to get a closer shot, before getting caught in the storm themselves

At this time GG would try to take back control, he grabbed on to the steering wheel as hard as he could, jolting it left, right, up and down and all around, desperately trying to get any input through as he continually spun out of control, soon enough, he began eliciting his electricity, giving extra power for both himself and the car, finally getting him to veer off, though still at the mercy of the icy terrain

Eventually, the momentum carried him to the edge of the area, where he’d orbit about in spiraling vortex, catching the horde in his grasp

At this moment, the ride’s operator finally woke from their nap, seeing this scene, immediately they pulled the override, causing every car to abruptly stop

Since GG and Terry were the only who bothered to put their seatbelts, the horde ended up being sent flying far off, “they’ll be fine” GG remarked as he grabbed his plush and the duo walked off

After the horde landed, Wally buzzed in “You… lost them again, didn’t you?”

“Glug…”

“Of all the…”

“Glug”

“You what?”

“Glug!”

“Oh-ho, I underestimated you soldier!” Wally hollered as he checked his tracking spell, lo and behold, true to the shrooms word a single spore had been planted on GG’s plushie, now with a direct location wally radioed in every last soldier to tell the good news

After everything, the duo had decided to take a break and eat some snacks, all the while GG lamented the lack of success he was having

“Ugh, what am I doing wrong?” He asked sadly

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up so much, look at the bigger picture, they're bound to show up soon enough”

“Bigger picture…” At that moment, GG noticed the Massive ferris wheel that stood in the center of the park “Jackpot!” he said, as he headed for it, with Terry reluctantly following 

Just as the duo hopped on one of the wheel’s carts, just as the shrooms had begun to pursue, catching rides in the carts behind, soon enough, they were all sitting at the highest point of the wheel’s rotation as it came to a stop

“Alrighty, hand me the binoculars” GG said, holding his hand out

“What? I don’t have any” 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE ANY?!”

“Do you just expect me to have a solution to all your problems in my jetpack?”

“Eugh, alright, it’s fine, maybe if I just look a little closer…” 

As GG tried to stick his head out for a better view of the park’s patrons far below, just then Terry noticed someone aiming a gun at the boy

“Get down!” he yelled as it attempted to shoot

“Haha! So someone is here! You know that mushroom-head?” GG exclaimed

“No,but I recognize that kinda magical weaponry anywhere” Terry began to rev his jetpack “fun day, but we’re outta here”

“What? But this is our chance! If their weapons are there, the guy is probably close by”

“You don’t know what you’re dealing with!”

“Which is why I’ve gotta learn somehow!”

“This isn’t your problem to face!”

“It’s ours, we’re a team, remember?!”

“It’s too risky!” Terry grabbed GG’s arms and attempted to fly and flee the scene

GG meanwhile, wasn’t having it, as he broke out of the cowboy’s grasp with a rocket boost and latched himself onto the ferris wheel, he swung and climbed to and fro as the shrooms tried to shoot at him

“What are you doing!?” Terry screamed as he flew back for him

Soon enough the ferris wheel had begun moving as GG reached the top, prompting him to start running to avoid falling

“The things I do for this guy…” he muttered as he felt the wheel gaining speed from his electric steps, eventually getting to the point he could only hold on for dear life as it spun out of control, shrooms flew until the wheel finally came to a steady stop, luckily as GG was a safe distance from the ground, he released his grip as Terry flew down for him

“Jeez! Can you get any more reckless!?”

Watching closely by the scene, Wally was delighted, “it’s all coming together! Now hold still…” he remarked as he began to slowly aim his own gun”

“Urgh… I don’t feel so good…” GG got up, disoriented before he ran off, holding his hand to his mouth

“What’s he doing?” Wally wondered, before noticing the boy fast approaching “Shit! Where’s the teleportation spell?!” he frantically flipped through as GG came closer and closer before he reached wally’s trash can…

Running right past it and vomiting in a nearby porta-potty, walking out, still dizzy

“Ugh, what were you thinking?” 

“I was thinking of making good on my promise”

“By throwing yourself head-long into danger!?”

“Huh, when you say it like that…”

Terry sighed, “Look, this isn’t something to take lightly, and I’ll admit I haven't exactly been handling this as well as I should, I’ll give more information on the rogues, but could you not do something like that again?”

Meanwhile, Wally eavesdropped right under the duo’s noses, gasping at what he was hearing “He’s plotting to take us out!” Wally didn’t hesitate to jump out his hiding place with his gun pointed right at Terry, “Not today, weed!” 

Just before he could shoot, GG tackled Terry outta the way, Wally proceeded to raise another horde of shroom soldiers

GG proceeded to grab his plush by the leg, before setting it aflame and charging his horde, swatting at the horde like he was in a third-degree burning pillow fight! Rushing straight for Wally himself

Realizing this, Wally quickly used a wind spell to propel himself away and summoned even more shrooms to slow the duo down, even still GG chased him down with Terry close behind, mowing down the decomposers one bullet at a time

Soon, Wally placed himself atop a roller coaster’s tracks, using another spell to summon a small, yet quick tank he’d use to make his getaway, GG followed, Rocket jumping to the tracks, Terry stayed behind, keeping the horde at bay and preventing them from attempting to climb on

On the tracks, GG and Wally’s chase raged on through every turn, slope and even loop-de-loop, even with his speed, GG slowly grew tired, Wally saw this, thinking he was in the clear until he saw something ahead that made him stop in his tracks! An “under construction sign” and piles of sharp debris below

GG began to approach, Wally flipped through his book one more time, looking for any last gambit, before simply deciding to throw the book at the boy, he merely swatted it away as he stopped, huffing and puffing

“I don’t wanna hurt ya,Wizard, just tell me everything you know about Terry”

“Weed? He’s a maggot, always poked into places he shouldn’t and worst of all, he’s a traitor!”

“That’s a lie! He never killed that leader of yours!”

“Is that what this is about? Hehe, well how about you send weed my regards, he can tell all the lies he wants, he was NEVER a part of us and after what he’s done, the only thing he’ll be a part of is the dirt under my boot!”

With rage in his eyes, GG charged a flame in his fist and tried to sucker punch the warlock!

“insidias armis!” Wally called as he clapped his hands, disappearing into the smoke

At this moment, Terry arrived, still wiping off pieces of shroom from his arms, “you good?” he asked

“Yeah, I’m fine, say, the park’s still open, you think we could stay here a bit longer? Could certainly use a moment to take a load off my mind”

“Heh, sounds great!”

And so the duo enjoyed the rest of their day at the theme park, but even still, Wally’s words dwelled in GG’s mind, Terry claimed them to be friends yet it seemed they never cared for him at all,this task was gonna be tougher than he thought…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[End of act 4]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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#thsc oc #thsc fandom #toppat oc #fanfic

[corner-stories]

the state bird of ohio

Bart Allen. Wallace West. Irey West. Jai West.

Gaming. Babysitting. Deep Philosophical Conversations.

988 words.

(ao3.)

Babysitting in tandem was beneficial for both parties. Aside from lessening the stress that naturally came with looking over a pair of superpowered twins, Bart and Wallace actually enjoyed one another’s company. It was partially because some things could only be truly understood between speedsters, but mainly because there was something amusing about the way Wallace facepalmed every time Bart made a bad joke — which was often. 

Since the last babysitting session involved the twins fishing for change in a public fountain, Wallace and Bart were instructed to keep Irey and Jai inside the house. As part of their payment, they would be allowed to eat anything in the fridge that wasn’t Linda’s ice cream stash. 

As the afternoon went on, the speedsters and Jai chillaxed in the living room. On the loveseat the youngest West was journaling, on the carpet Irey and Bart were holding the Switch Joycons in their hands, and behind them on the couch sat Wallace, who was suffering the effects of ‘only have two controllers’ syndrome.

Unfortunately, Bart had been banned from bringing his laptop over and letting the twins peruse his Steam library. According to Wally and Linda, Resident Evil 13: Gotham City was too ‘violent’ and ‘graphic’ and apparently gave the twins ‘nightmares.’ Especially in VR.

Fortunately, Irey was just happy to have someone else to school at Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. 

Bart grit his teeth in frustration, mashing buttons as fast as he could. “Why do you always play as Jigglypuff?” he asked as his character got knocked off the platform for the seventh time. 

“Because I deserve to,” answered Irey in a matter-of-factly tone. With ease she maneuvered her character around the platforms like it was her second nature. “Why do you always play as the Wii Fit trainer?”

Behind them, Wallace smirked. “Because he thinks she’s hot.”

Bart would have glared at Wallace had his eyes not been affixed to the TV screen. “Shut up, Ace.” 

The game continued on for another minute, then the round ended and Irey was inevitably crowned the winner. The little redhead smirked with pride, playfully punching Bart on the shoulder. 

“And that’s another boba you owe me,” she said smugly. “What is that? Like, the fifth one already?” 

Bart was unamused, but like a good sport he shook Irey’s hand. Perhaps encouraging Irey’s boba addiction was a bad thing, but that was Wally and Linda’s problem, not his. 

Once the game went back to the character selection screen, Bart kept true on his promise and turned around. Facing Wallace, he held up the second controller. 

“Yo Ace, your turn.”

At the moment, Wallace’s eyes were glued to his smartphone, so much so that he didn’t reply to his cousin’s question. 

Suddenly smirking, Bart eyed Jai in the corner. “Hey bud, wanna get your ass beat by your sister again?”

Jai’s reaction was somewhere between a shrug and a nod — a shrod, if you will. He got off the loveseat as Bart stood from the carpet, grabbing the second controller before sitting next to Irey. 

As Irey picked Jigglypuff again and Jai opted for Kirby, Bart went to the couch and sat himself next to Wallace.

“Who ya texting, dude?” he asked with a smirk. 

Wallace was avoiding his gaze like it was the plague. “No one.” 

“Is it Emiko?” Bart guessed. He grinned and giggled like a schoolboy. “It’s probably Emiko.” 

Suddenly, Wallace was fighting the rampant urge to zip into the next county and stay there forever. “No comment.” 

“No comment means yes,” Bart said, snickering. He sat back on the couch, practically sinking into the mushy cushions. “Do you think she knows Black Canary?” 

Wallace shrugged. “Probably.”

“Do you think she could introduce me?” 

Wallace eyed Bart in confusion. “To Dinah?” He shrugged, then put his phone away. “Yeah, if you want.” 

For a moment Bart thought to himself and smiled, a bad sign if there ever was one. 

“You think Black Canary would ever go for a younger guy?” he asked with an odd sense of confidence. 

Caught off guard, Wallace looked at his cousin like he had grown two heads. “I’m gonna tentatively say no,” he said with all the bluntness necessary. “Also, I’m pretty sure she’s already seeing someone.”

Bart’s face fell, his boyish smile turning into a pout. “Oh… well, that’s a bummer.” 

With an eyebrow raised, Wallace sucked in a deep breath and exclaimed — “What makes you think you’ve got a chance with Black Canary?! She’s like, a decade older than you!” 

At this point, the trickster twins playing the Switch were now less concerned with video games and more fascinated by the conversation being had by their babysitters. With the game paused, Irey and Jai looked behind them, listening closely to every word being said. There was just something unfathomably fascinating about Bart chillaxing with his legs crossed and Wallace looking undeniably done. 

Back at the couch, Bart was unfazed by his cousin’s utter bafflement. “Hey, that Speedster charm can work wonders, my man,” he explained with ease. “Plus, I could just do whatever you did to get with Emiko.” 

“Okay, just because I’m dating Emiko doesn’t mean I know how I did it!” Wallace practically yelled, as if he had been holding in the words for so long and just needed a reason to say them. “Hell, I don’t even think Wally knows how he got with Linda!”

Bart let out a chuckle.“Oh, that’s easy — he wooed her with his himbo energy.”

Confused, Irey finally piped up and asked — “Bart, what’s a himbo?”

The pair of older speedsters went wide-eyed. Both Wallace and Bart looked down to the rug, meeting the curious gazes of little Irey and Jai West as the twins awaited an answer. 

After a beat of staring, unsure what to do, Bart decided to answer. 

“Uhhh… a himbo’s the state bird of Ohio.”

Both Irey and Jai nodded slowly. “Ohhhhhhhhhh.”

#bart allen #wallace west #irey west #jai west #impulse #kid flash #surge #flashfam #dc #rebirth #and bart's the state dumbass of kansas

[icedteaandoldlace]

Kamisco Wedding headcannons, pleaseee now I have the big church wedding in mind with the fire reception, I would like to know details plsss

All of the Hwangs, Ramons, and Team Flash are there, plus all the other superheroes they've worked with before, Harrison (who sits with Cisco's parents), Breacher, and Lisa Snart (who may or may not have been actually invited, but they let her stay regardless). It's a huge turnout because, come on, it's Cisco and Kamilla, everyone loves them. Bart and Nora may even show up, idk—depending on the year, maybe they time traveled to be there, or maybe they're there as kids. There's a few people who should be there who can't be, of course (Dante, Harry, Frost, Ronnie, etc.), but they haven't been forgotten.

Joe officiates, because this is the wedding Cisco vibed in The Chronicles of Cisco, and Barry is the best man, of course. Kamilla's sister is the maid of honor, but Iris, Allegra, and Caitlin are all bridesmaids. Iris and Caitlin are right next to each other, and they both tear up and one of them hands the other a tissue at one point.

Cisco and his mom have a Moment™️ while she's tying his bowtie, even though he knows how to do it himself. He also has a moment with Barry and Caitlin before the ceremony, either together or separately.

Kamilla wears her hair down, but it's pinned back, and it's extra curly/wavy and she has little flowers in it. Her dress has a big poofy skirt, but it's short enough for you to see her shoes (which are fabulous), and her wedding ring is a Ramon family heirloom. Cisco is wearing something fancy, like his Westallen vow renewal suit, but in black (because one does not marry Kamilla Hwang in just any old tux).

Barry uses Flashtime a couple times during the ceremony to get a good shot that the official photographers wouldn't be able to get without getting in the way.

Cisco makes it through his vows better than he was expecting to, but he starts to get shaky when they get to the ring part of the ceremony.

At the reception, there's lots of music and lots of dancing. I can't make up my mind what Cisco and Kamilla's first dance song is, and I'm not sure if I want it to be something slow and romantic or fun and peppy. They have a good song selection throughout and don't stick to just one genre or decade.

There's an ice sculpture provided by Caitlin. Just how she procured it is open to interpretation.

Cousin Hector gets shwasty and tells Sue all about how he thought he'd never find a place to park when he got there. He has never met her before, and this is their only conversation.

Kamilla gets some quality time with all her girls at the reception, and Barry and Cisco tear up the dance floor with their dad moves, making all the women in their lives laugh and facepalm (Chester and Wally also join in the nonsense).

#The Flash #Kamilla Hwang #Cisco Ramon #Kamisco #headcanon #ask #kara-night-light #s7 #some of these have been standing headcanons for a while #some of these just came about when I started thinking about their wedding for this post

[kimberly-stocks]

20 Questions Fanfiction edition

@ernestonlysayslovelythings tagged me, thank you.

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

5

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

100.270

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Gilmore Girls now (but I've written for Young Justice, Harry Potter, X-Men: Evolution, and How to train your dragon in the past)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Since I only have 5 on AO3, all of them are gonna be on this list haha 1. Things I'd never say (283 kudos)

2. Let the games begin (204)

3. Time to party (137)

4. Great last parting lines (43)

5. Warm welcome (3)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do. I love the direct interraction option AO3 offers. Because you can start a conversation, and some other people can comment on other's comments. It's fun. On FF you can only reply to a comment via private message, and it's nice, but doesn't feel the same.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really write angsty fics, because I don't like to read them. A happy ending is a must for me.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Insecurities for Young Justice, it had a very cute epilogue.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't, thank God. But I got a comment once on Let the games begin on FF from this guest user saying they hated it, because it turned out to be a Jess/Rory fic and they are cousins, so the smut is gross because they are related. And I was like, dude, it said in the description that it's a smutty Jess/Rory fic, what did you expect? *facepalm*

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do. A very descriptive one. I know some people don't like it, but my personal preference in reading smut is the more descriptive and detailed, the better. So, I guess I'm writing what I'd like to read myself.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I don't. It seems like a lot of work, and I would also have to have a vast knowledge in both universes to write a believable crossover. But I had an idea once for a crossover between How to train your dragon and Harry Potter. Like Hiccup and the gang get into Hogwarts, what houses they would be sorted into and stuff like that, it was fun to think about.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. Although I published a story for XME that I initially wrote in my native language a long time ago in a notepad. And a few years later I found that notepad, translated the story into English and posted it. Does that count?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! My first ever American friend was a FF user who commented on my story. I replied, we started texting, became fast friends, and soon after were writing a story together. First, just for fun, and then for posting. It was such a great experience!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don't know really... Now I'm super invested in Jess/Rory, but I was really into Lance/Kitty (XME), and Wally/Artemis (YJ). I can't choose. Maybe Wally/Artemis, because I've written for them the most?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't think I have any. I only have one WIP in the works, which is Things I'd never say, and I am determined to finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't know. Is that even for me to decide? I like writing inner monologue, I like diving into a character's thought process. Also, I'm better at one-shots than multi-chaptered fics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Developing an overall plot for a long story. Also, English is not my first language, so oftentimes I struggle with the word choice. And I also think I don't follow this rule of 'show, not tell' very well. I feel like there are a lot of things I tell in my story rather than showing them, but I'm trying to work on that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it can get really confusing, especially if an author doesn't give a translation immidiately after inserting that into the text. Not all of the readers speak that language.

19. First fandom you ever wrote for?

X-Men: Evolution, but I didn't publish it. It was just in my notepad. The first one I posted for was Harry Potter.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Probably Things I'd never say. It's my most thought out and planned and edited story. And it's also the most commented on with the most kudos. And it's the longest one. So I'm trying to live my dream of writing a multi-chaptered fic.

#fanfiction #roxy bluff

[river-bottom-nightmare]

Wally: [flirting mode] ya know

Wally: there's always a "ship" in "friendship"

Wally: and there's only a letter keeping "bromance" from becoming "romance"

Dick:

Dick:

Dick: [horribly confused] um i don't like donna like that and since when are you gay for roy???

#wally's just facepalming #THANKS A LOT DICK #dick's just confuzzled #wally west #dick grayson #the flash #nightwing #birdflash #wally west incorrect quotes #dick grayson incorrect quotes #nightwing incorrect quotes #the flash incorrect quotes #birdflash incorrect quotes #dickwally #dc #dickwally incorrect quotes #dc incorrect quotes #titans #titans incorrect quotes

[mochegato]

Brief Interruption

Wally vibrated in anticipation.  Klarion was doing it.  He was falling for it.  Just a few more steps and he would be out of his magically protected stronghold.  Just a few more steps and he would be vulnerable to not only Young Justice but finally expose himself to miraculous powers as well.  In his stronghold he was safe from miraculous powers, but not Young Justice, hence the incessant attacks against him until he finally decided to move to a new, secret stronghold.

In theory, it should be the key to his plan.  A secret base they wouldn’t be able to find where he could do as he pleased with the miraculous he had found.  But in reality, he had to go through unprotected space to get there.  And while Klarion had checked and rechecked until he was positive there was no miraculous energy around before moving, there was Young Justice.

“He’s making his move,” Robin whispered as quietly as possible into his communicator.

Wally chuckled at the aggravated growl that came through the coms.  “Now? He had to do it now? Inconsiderate prick.”

“He’s through,” Kaldur reported.  “He’s in the open.  Kid Flash, Superboy, encourage him to the point.”

Wally nodded and zipped ahead to lure Klarion into the agreed spot.  Klarion growled at him as Kid Flash appeared several feet in front of him.  He backed away and looked around for the rest of the Team and an escape but before he could formulate a plan, a portal opened up in front of him.  He started to back away but a volley of arrows landed behind him.

A woman in brown and orange that Wally didn’t recognize appeared in front of him with a wicked grin.  Wally blinked as he gazed through the portal to what appeared to be the Antarctic.  Were those penguins behind her?

Superboy appeared between Klarion and the portal, his back to the intruder.  The intruder grabbed the dagger from Klarion’s side, ripping the belt that it hung on in the process and disappeared back through the portal in a matter of seconds.

“Get back here!” Klarion growled and started to go after her only to be stopped by Superboy and Rocket’s forcefield appearing around him.  Klarion looked around wildly, his eyes settled on Kid Flash.  “Well?  You’re a hero aren’t you?” he spat the words out.  “Stop her!”

Wally blinked.  “I… o… okay,” he stammered.  He ran through the portal without even stopping to think about what he was doing, disappearing through it milliseconds before it closed.  He instantly cursed that he didn’t wear his snow suit.  Maybe he could be in and out quickly enough that he won’t notice the cold.  He cringed at the thought.  It was unlikely.  He groaned and braced himself for the cold.

Thirty minutes.  In this suit, he could survive thirty minutes at those temperatures before his muscles stopped responding to neurotransmitters.  But it shouldn’t take that long to grab the dagger. Then he just had to… figure out how to get out of Antarctica in a matter of a few minutes.  Easy.  He mentally facepalmed.  He really should have thought this through better.  But it was too late now.  Right now, he just needed to get the dagger back.

He paused to assess the situation but froze as the Antarctic landscape disappeared, replaced by a Parisian cityscape.  That was… what was happening right now?  He looked around for the source of the hologram but his eyes caught on the woman who had stolen the dagger.  She was turned slightly away from him examining the dagger carefully, treating it with significantly more care than he would have anticipated.  Her face was calm and relieved, no hint of smug superiority at having stolen it out from a rival.  Which was… odd.

But he didn’t have time to figure out what was going on right now.  He needed to grab the dagger and then reassess and try to figure out the situation and an exit strategy.  He zipped ahead, grabbing the dagger from her hands and returning to his original position on the other side of the balcony before she even realized something had been taken.

She froze and looked around her, confusion and panic clear in her eyes until they settled on him.  She blinked at him a few times.  He could see her mind running through what was happening and the pieces fitting into place.  He prepared for her attack, but instead of attacking she sighed deeply, her body slumped against the railing.  “You missed the mission brief, didn’t you?” she astutely commented.

Wally glared at her, because how dare she accuse him of being so unprofessional.  She was right, but still.  The audacity! “Excuse me?  I heard it.”

“But not all of it.  You went for a snack in the middle didn’t you?”  She motioned toward the dagger, a small, exasperated smile on her lips.  “The entire point of the mission was so I would grab that, which you just stole back.”

No,” he corrected confidently and held the dagger up tauntingly, “Ladybug was supposed to steal it back.”

“I’m Ladybug,” she whisper shouted.

He looked her up and down analytically.  “No,” he corrected again, considerably less confidently this time, “you’re not.”

She groaned and massaged her temples.  She was too tired for this.  She was too busy for this.  And while watching Kid Flash mess with his teammates was cute, being on the receiving end was considerably less cute.  “If you’d paid attention to the briefing, you would have heard that I’d be in a different suit for the mission.”

Wally opened and closed his mouth.  That… that did sound familiar.  She quirked her head to the side with a knowing smirk.  “Would it convince you if I gave you pastries from the same place I got them before?  You really liked the pain au chocolat, right?  I mean… don’t take it as a proposal.  I know you said you’d marry me if I brought you more…”

Wally gaped at her and looked her up, his eyes filled with wonder, like he was trying to break through the magic to see her. “You’re Ladybug.”

“I am,” she confirmed with a nod.  “Can I have the dagger now, please?”

He grinned and nodded as he handed it over.  “I’ve never seen you in a different suit, LB. I like it.  I mean, I like all your suits on you,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “because they’re on you so they must be good… I mean because you’re good.”

“Kid Flash,” she interrupted with an affectionate chuckle.

He instantly froze and looked up at her in surprise.  “Yes?”

“Thank you,” she held up the dagger.  “It would have been incredibly bad if Klarion figured out how to use this.”

Wally nodded eagerly.  “Anytime, LB.  Literally, anytime.  Just let me know.  I’ll be there…”

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him.  “Don’t you dare…”

“… in a flash,” he grinned brightly.

Marinette groaned and shoved him toward the railing. She pursed her lips in a desperate attempt to keep from laughing.  “That’s it. Nope.  No.  You have to go now.”  Wally cackled raucously as she pushed him over and over.  She finally let her laughter burst through too as she set and reset her hands trying to get to him as he rolled with each push instead of letting her actually move him.

Marinette pulled back for a moment before pushing forward with renewed vigor just as Wally shifted to the side.  Marinette’s hand sailed through where his body had a been a few seconds before and she crashed into his chest.  His arms instantly went around her waist to brace her. She looked up at him with a bright blush that he matched.  Marinette straightened up and tore her eyes from his.  “I think you better leave now, before…”

Marinette froze as a voice rose up from the building below to interrupt them.  “Marinette, can you come down and help at the register?”

Marinette’s eyes widened even more for a second before hardening.  “You didn’t hear that.”  Her teasing, light voice from a few moments ago disappeared in an instant, replaced by a hard, cutting tone.

He froze in surprise.  He knew how important Ladybug’s identity was to her.  It was more closely guarded than Dick’s and for him to know it when not even Wonder Woman did, was a big deal.  He was almost afraid of how she was going to react. He’d seen Ladybug react angrily before, when Arthur had said something derogatory about some God of Destruction. He had no interest in having that kind of fire directed at him.  “Okay.”

“Because you can’t know that,” she stressed.

Okay,” he nodded dumbly.  “I don’t know a lot of things.”

“Exactly five people in the world know who I am, including me… well 6 now, including you.”  Her eyes had taken on a softer, more pleading look, begging for him to understand how important this was to her.

“I don’t know your full name,” he offered, “and I promise not to try to find out or tell anyone what I know.  I know how important your identity is to you.”  He looked at her solemnly, trying to convey how earnest he was.  He knew he a came off as playful most of the time, but he wanted her to understand how seriously he took this.

Marinette searched his eyes for a few seconds before her scrutinizing look softened into a soft smile.  “Thank you.  I appreciate it.  It very much is.”

“Marinette Mingxia Dupain-Cheng, can you answer me, please. Do you have time to come down and help at the front while I help Papa with the éclairs?”

Marinette’s eyes widened comically wide.   Wally stared at her in shock for a few seconds before he burst out laughing.  Marinette ran her hand over her face with a groan. “I’ll be down in just a minute, Maman,” she yelled.  She turned to him with a defeated look.  “… or that. You didn’t hear that either.”  Wally started to nod when her transformation dropped in a flash of orange then aqua and she groaned louder turning into a whimper. “Or see that.  You aren’t seeing this.”

He laughed harder as she dropped her forehead on his chest in defeat.  She was supposed to be the epitome of luck and yet this had to be one of the worst strings of bad luck he had ever seen.  It was like the universe was plotting against her.  He patted her back as she tried to disappear against him. He wiped tears from his eyes.  “I absolutely did not hear your mom call for you, Marinette Mingxia Dupain Cheng.  And I absolutely am not staring at one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.  But what I did hear was éclair.  You… you have éclairs?”

Marinette peeked up at him with a snort.  His eyes were wide and hopeful, teasing but sincere. She shook her head and backed away a step.  He quirked his head to the side.  “What?”

“It’s just… éclair… it… um… it means…” she motioned toward his chest.

He shook his head in confusion.  He knew what an éclair was, clearly.  He just wasn’t sure why that was worth a laugh.  “It means?”

“Lightening bolt,” she answered flatly.

Wally looked down at his emblem and back up with a smirk. “Oh really?”  His smirk turned mischievous.  “That’s clearly a sign.”

Marinette huffed dramatically and looked back at him.  “A sign of what exactly?”

“Éclairs are a significant part of your life and my symbol is an éclair.  Obviously, I was meant to be a significant part of your life.”  He waggled his eyebrows at Marinette and leaned in with a charming grin.

Marinette chuckled and pushed his face back with a finger.  God she was such a sucker for gorgeous green, roguish eyes.  “I think it just means you always have food on your mind, even when you don’t realize it,” she teased.  And she knew she wasn’t too far off the mark.  She’d seen his eyes widen when she’d brought pastries to the first mission planning meeting.

Wally cocked his head to the side and bobbed his head after a moment of thought.  “Both. Definitely both.”

“Marinette?  Are you coming?”

Marinette glanced back toward her skylight with a grimace.  “Coming, Maman.” She turned back to Wally with a small smile.  “I need to go, but you’re welcome to come in and get some éclairs… and take some back to the team with you.”

Wally perked up immediately, his eyes brightening. “Yeah?”  He looked down at his suit.  “As me,” he motioned to his suit, “or as me?” he motioned to his face.

Marinette shrugged with a smile.  “I’ll be there as me,” she motioned to her uncostumed self and gave him a sweet smile, “so it’s up to you.  I don’t expect you to reveal yourself just because I did.”

Wally grinned excitedly as he watched her climb through her skylight.  “See you down there.”

She nodded back to him.  “See you down there.”

It only took a matter of seconds for him to change out of his suit but waited a few minutes for Marinette, her name was Marinette! to get down to the bakery and get settled.  He patted down his clothes.  He wished he could have worn something a bit more stylish under his suit, but the suit didn’t really leave a lot of room for bulky clothes.  Hell, he was lucky he’d worn as much as he did under it today.

He ran his hand through his hair and let out a breath before entering.  He froze as soon as he saw her.  He knew he had seen La… Marinette a few seconds ago, but something about seeing her now under planned circumstances, intentionally letting him interact with her, that made it more significant.  He got caught on her blue eyes for a few seconds before remembering to speak.  “Hi.”  He waved awkwardly.

Marinette flushed but smiled brilliantly and waved back just as awkwardly.  “Hi. Um… welcome to Tom and Sabine’s Boulangerie and Patisserie.  I’m Marinette.  Marinette Dupain Cheng”

“Wally.  Wally West. Hi,” he repeated, a sappy smile on his lips.  He finally found the ability to move, advancing toward her until he was close enough to lean against the counter.

She giggled lightly and leaned against the counter from the other side.  “It’s nice to meet you Wally.”

“It’s really nice to meet you Marinette Mingxia Dupain Cheng,” he smirked.  Marinette searched Wally’s face and chuckled.  He leaned back nervously.  He fought every urge to touch his face to find the source of her mirth.  “What?”

She pointed to his hair.  “You have helmet hair.”  Wally’s hands immediately flew to his hair as he tried to tame it.  She giggled again.  “It’s cute,” she assured him quietly.  He smiled and she returned it happily.

After a few seconds she looked away shyly and pushed a box over to him.  “Oh! Here, I put together a box for you and your team.”

“Oh that’s so though… My team!” he exclaimed suddenly. His eyes blew wide in realization. “They’re going to kill me.”  He pulled out his phone and started punching buttons.

Marinette cringed.  She should have sent him back immediately.  She should have realized he was leaving his team a man down.  “Oh, you… you probably have to get back.”

Wally grimaced at his phone.  “They’re on their way back in the Cave so the fi…” he looked around surreptitiously, “interaction is probably over.  I should probably…”

“Do you need me to create a…” Marinette offered.

“No, I’ll zeta to them,” he insisted.

Marinette nodded.  “Well, it was nice to see you.  Feel free to come by whenever you… you know, need pastries.”  She held up the box and passed it off to him, but held tight to it before he could take it.  Her expression suddenly turned serious.  “And Wally?”

He froze as he looked at her.  “Yeah?”

She eyed him pointedly.  “I want proof you shared these with your team.”

Wally snickered and saluted her.  “Yes, ma’am.”  He walked backward out of the store, his eyes never leaving hers until he ran into the door. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.  “Door.”

Marinette giggled.  “Yeah.”

“Yeah.  Uh… so… see you later.”

Marinette beamed at him.  “Looking forward to it.”

Wally gave her a pleased, excited smile.  He was going to have to come up with some reasons they needed Ladybug in their future missions.  But the priority now, he reminded himself as he hid in an alley and put his suit back on in a matter of a second, is to get back to the team. He dashed to the closest Zeta tube and walked into the Cave just as the bioship as landing.

He gave them an overly excited, hopefully disarming smile. “So… how’d it go?  You get him?”

“What the Hell, man?” Robin groused at him.

While Robin’s expression was more annoyed than angry, Conner’s expression was firmly set on the angry side.  “What took you so long?

“I met a girl,” Wally explained as a dreamy look settled on his face.

Artemis rolled her eyes.  “Of course you did,” she scoffed as she pushed past him.

“Are those pastries?” Rocket asked incredulously.

Wally nodded rapidly and opened the box for them.  “Ladybug pointed me at the place she gets those pastries she brings.  I brought some back… as an apology,” he added on quickly.  Dick rolled his eyes but took one.

“Is that where you met the girl?” M’gann asked despite clearly knowing the answer from the look on his face describing the bakery.

“She works at the bakery.”  He pulled out his phone and switched on the camera app.  He paused when he finally took in the incredulous looks on his friends’ faces through the screen.  “She said she wants proof I shared the pastries with my friends,” he explained quickly.

“Ah hem” Robin coughed pointedly motioning to his uniform.

Wally scrunched his face in confusion until he realized, they thought she was a civilian… and he couldn’t correct them without giving up her identity.  He looked around quickly, his eyes homing in on the members whose appearance didn’t change as a hero.  “I’ll just get Kaldur, M’gann, and Conner from the shoulders up.  Here take one you guys.”

M’gann happily took one, smiling at him in appreciation.  Conner huffed and scowled at him but wasn’t about to turn down the pastries.  He grabbed one harshly and stalked away to stand next to M’gann.  Kaldur frowned and walked away, already planning the lecture he would give Wally later. Dick took another but stepped away from M’gann and Conner to make sure he wouldn’t be in the picture.

“Hey!  Just one!” Wally objected, yanking the box away from them.  He suddenly froze, a devious smile spread across his lips.  “Actually, take more.”  He held the box out for them, shaking it in their faces to encourage them to take more.

Everyone stared at him in shock.  They slowly pulled the pastries away from their mouths.  It wouldn’t do much good since they’d all already taken several bites by now, but maybe they could mitigate the effects if they stopped now.  Dick looked at M’gann and nodded toward Wally pointedly.  M’gann nodded and focused on Wally.  “You feeling okay, KF?” Robin asked carefully.

“I’m fine just take some, will you?” he encouraged in exasperation.

M’gann shook her head.  “It’s him.  He isn’t being controlled.”

Robin pursed his lips and eyed Wally suspiciously but took the last pastry.  “Okay…”

Wally pouted and let out a dramatic huff.  “Oh no, it looks like we’re out of pastries.  Guess I’ll have to go get more.”  He zipped off toward the Zeta tubes, leaving just a gust of wind in his wake.  He suddenly appeared back next to Conner.  “We’re done here, right?  With the mission?  We’re done? You’ve got this, right?”  He looked between the teammates and nodded to himself.  “Awesome. See you guys later,” he disappeared again in another gust before they could respond.

#maribat #wallynette #prompt challenge

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“Just a second, we need to let the others know” and Ken grabbed his phone from his hoodie’s pocket and called Miyako.

“The others?” Wallace blinked, “Does it mean… Miyako-san is with you? I missed her so much”

Ken immediately glanced at Daisuke with such annoyance and realized his friend was facepalming. The digimon kept confused, but Pucchiemon just saw Ken almost smash his phone.

“Did I stutter?” Ken said, with a big grin on his face. Said grin made Daisuke feel it was the same smile Ken gives to people he plans to murder slowly and painfully (ok no, he just messes with their belongings like taking all the batteries from their remote controls and unscrewing light bulbs as warning)

Some preview for the next part of the Hinode Drabbles.

The moment Ken-chan simply realizes Wally is totally different from the one from hours ago.

#kenyako implied. #kenmiya implied. #yes very implied. i'm in a mood for this ship lately sorry everyone. (not sorry at all) #da02 hinode concept art