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A birdflash Short story
Based off of the story line from 'Titans: Rebirth' Vol. 1
My name is Wally West and I'm the fastest man alive. I've been away for a while. My last fight made me get lost in a space outside of time. The speed force. I was so alone and afraid. But there was always something to bring me back. My lightning rod. I don't know if I'm ready to face them again. Or if they're ready to see me alive.
"Who are you?" An escrima stick was held to my head as I crouched on the floor of my old apartment, looking at a photo I always kept with me. There's one thing I forgot to mention. No one remembers me.
"Dick?" I stand and turn, face-to-face with the elusive Hero, Nightwing.
"How do you know that name?" His face contorts into a scowl. Ah, the infamous batglare. "I don't know who you are--" he flipped over the desk that separated us. "How did you get in here?"
"Dick! Please, stop! I'm not here to hurt--" my sentence was cut short by him going to tackle me but a jolt of electricity shooting back and shocking him. I stare at my fingertips in disbelief. okay, weird.
"Did you just tase me?" he grips his palm with a wince. "What the hell, Wally? What was--" He stops, eyes widening. "Wally?" He asked himself. He know me. He knows me! "I don't understand." He mutters as I rush to his side to help him up. "I know you. I know your name..." he continued to talk to himself under his breath. "...but I don't know how."
"I'll explain soon, I promise." I whisper in his ear once pulled in a hug. It was short lived once I pushed him away and resumed my hero posture. "But first... Where are the Titans?"
"Right here." A voice said, from neither me or Dick.
I turn to see my old team surrounding us, weapons all ready. I see Dick's eyes widen from behind the mask from the corner of my vision.
"AH. Hi, guys." Okay Wally. Work fast. They don't remember either. How'd I do that zappy thing.
"Man, did you pick the wrong apartment to bust into, pal." Roy quipped, aiming his quiver straight at me.
They came at me from all side, Roy first. His rock steady determination, though he wasn't expecting me to be fast enough to dodge his arrow.
Then Donna and her protective fury when anyone hurts the ones she loves. I easily evaded her punch.
Lilith and her vulnerable mind to find the Truth. "I sense the intruder has done something to Nightwing! His mental patterns have been altered." She announced. Oh boy.
"What have you done to him?" Garth threw an unwavering punch. How can I prove that I'm not an enemy? They need to remember.
"You guys need to stop!" Dick tried reaching for me but was held back by Donna.
"Who is he?" She scowled as I avoided another blow with my speed.
"It doesn't matter who you are--" Lilith yelled, reaching her powers out and I fall down in pain. "--you can't outrun your own thoughts!" I scream.
"S'okay. We got him!" uhm. Ow. The when-all-else-fails Harper Hook. But when his punch hit, the sparks fly again. The memory dam bursts. He falls to the floor on his knees, cradling his head.
"What are you doing to my friends?" Donna attacked from behind. More sparks. More memories.
"He put Donna into some kind of trance!" Lilith yelled. "Grab him, Garth, and--" She was cut off as they both grab my arms. Sparks fly.
"Wally..." Lilith pulled her hood down. "It's wally." Tears welled in her eyes.
"Wally?" Donna stood back up. "Wally?!"
"I don't understand..." Garth ran a hand through his hair.
Dick still had yet to say something. Staring.
"Dick--" I started. I never figured out what I was going to say.
"Four years." He said, standing from the position I left him in from before the fighting began. "Four years! That's how long It's been!" He lashed out in anger, tears slipping past his mask. The others watched in somber silence. "You..." He started breaking down. "You were alive all along?" His voice cracked.
"Not exactly." I sighed, walking to him. "I was trapped in the speed force. It took me a while but I figured it out." I took his hand. This wasn't exactly how I planned for this to happen but it's now or never. "I needed something strong to bring bring me back." His masked eyes locked with mine and I could almost imagine those wide blue iris underneath it. "My lightning rod."
The way his mask contorted his eyes seemed to grow wider. I leaned closer and paused, waiting for a reaction. Our lips just barley grazing. I could feel his breath hitch on my face. We're so close.
Before I got the chance to doubt myself he lunged forward and connected our lips, holding me close with his arms around my neck. I gripped his waist like a lifeline.
Roy whistled from the sidelines. "It's about time." It was all background noise to me. I was in complete bliss.
Finally, I'm home.
Valorant ships and their songs
I experienced a thought the other day whilst listening to music. So heres my opinions on what songs best suit various valorant ships. This is like half vibes based and half lyric based
Yorunix/firewalker (Yoru x Phoenix)
Allies or enemies by the crane wives.
I know they're more rivals than full on enemies HOWEVER consider the dynamic
Nanobomb (Raze x Killjoy)
Sonne by Rammstein
I didn't just choose this song cuz haha kj german but instead i feel that the vibe of the song fits Raze well if you catch my drift and the line 'sie ist der hellste Stern von allen' (she is the brightest star of all) fits with kj being depicted as being the smartest in a room
Bitemark (Viper x Chamber)
Love story by Indila
ONCE AGAIN not just cus chambers french but i feel a lot of lines in the song just scream chamber for example "I will be rich and I'll offer you all my gold and if you don't care I'll be waiting for you in the harbour If you ignore me I will offer you the last gasp of life"
Reyge (Reyna x Sage)
Work song by Hozier
this is them and idc what anyone says "She never asked me once about the wrong I did" is so them I cannot even
Reyna x Viper
Bad idea by girl in red
Do I even need to explain this one?
Fadeshock (Fade x Neon)
Cigarettes out the window by Tv girl
You cant tell me that Fade doesn't seem like a smoker (also i saw an edit of them to this song and it is all i think about)
Fire storm (Phoenix x Jett)
I don't want to set the world on fire by The Ink Spots
Both of them have caused harm with their powers despite not wanting to they dont want to 'set the world on fire' they just want to be normal people (i am sosososo normal abt them)
Sage x Omen
(Dont fear) the reaper by Blue oyster cult
Omen is so used to everyone being afraid of him and Sage refuses to let him believe he's a monster
VALO ANGST TIME HUHVOIHJVHPUH
Wrote most of these on my notes app whilst being tossed round a boat omw home
Bitemark (viper x chamber):
Viper being closed off and wary of Chamber only for him to gradually work his way into her heart.
The moment Viper starts to truly trust Chamber she finds out the things he's done and the friends he's taken from her.
Enemies to lover??? no. Enemies and lovers.
Most of my headcannons about them stem from my belief that Viper has issues w/ depression and her mental health (this can be seen in a lot of her voicelines)
Reyge (Reyna x Sage):
wrong time and wrong place. (also immovable object x unstoppable force)
Reyna's long since accepted that her life isn't her own anymore, any humanity she once had slowly being chipped away by the things she's had to do just to survive ("I have lied, beaten, killed to survive. I will kill again and again if it means one more day.").
Hates the part of herself that wants Sage, she feels so guilty about it viewing anything she does for herself as inherently selfish.
Sage wants to help Reyna but she doesn't know how to get through to her.
Cyberowl (Cypher x Sova):
Would sacrifice the world for someone they love x Would sacrifice the one they love for the world
Sova would do whatever it takes to save his earth even if that meant having to let someone he loves be taken from him
Cypher refuses to go through the pain he went through after loosing his family before
Rivals to lovers
Sova see's the worst parts of himself in Cypher (they are incredibly similar imo even though Sova would rather die then admit that)
Sage x Omen:
"it's rotten work" x "not if it's you"
Sage who's willing to do anything to help take away some of Omens pain and Omen who wouldn't wish his suffering onto anyone
Fadeshock (Fade x Neon):
If you show me your hands covered in thorns I will show you my palms ready to bleed.
two people with incredibly destructive abilities trying to find any semblance of control despite knowing that's an impossible ask (control. the gift so many yearn to give you. the one thing you will never have. - neons dossier)
Firewalker (Yoru x Phoenix):
(A lot of my thoughts about them are fully just from how I interpret the characters from the minimal info we're given as well as cultural backgrounds)
SO SO much internalised homophobia, mostly from Yoru but a little bit from Phoenix too.
With Yoru it's more so a cultural thing with Japan being a very conservative country and despite skinship being more accepted thats more so between two women rather then two men.
(Also w/ my headcannon of Yoru being trans being with another man even if it's what makes him happy makes him feel like 'less of a man')
He loves Phoenix but feels wrong about it, like it's something wrong that he's doing.
Phoenix doesn't have as much of a problem with internalised homophobia (mans went to drama school and has two mums come on now) but where he was raised there was a generally toxically masculine environment (fuckin peckham)
Valorant sexuality nd gender hc’s
I’ve have so many thoughts abt val characters gender istg
(also maybe don’t take this too seriously)
Astra:
Straight but the biggest ally you’ll ever meet
(She/Her)
Breach:
Angry gay
Very cis
Kind of the cool gay uncle
Raze came out to him and he just sat there like??
Breach: Lesbian? I thought you were Portuguese
Raze: ...Breach I’m Brazilian
Brimstone:
KJ came out to him and it went smth like:
KJ: Brim i’m gay
Brimstone: Hi gay im brimstone
Straight but he’s for the gays
His pronouns are U/S/A (eagle screech plays in background)
Chamber:
Queer and homophobic in a way only Europeans can be
Cypher:
Bisexual perhaps with a side of genderqueer
Deadlock:
Women lover
A she/they
Would cry over beautiful women
Fade:
They are so nonbinary
They/She/He Fade is so real to me
Also a women enjoyer just isn’t a fan of labels
Ace spec fr
Gekko:
Green hair nd pronouns
Bisexual
Harbor:
No one really knows???
He’s either very supportive of his bros or is somewhat fruity
Him nd Astra kinda goals ngl
Jett:
Bisexual
Women?
Kay/o:
My boy is made of 1′s nd 0′s i do not think he could care less
Killjoy:
Lesbian
Her gender is science
Neon:
Pansexual
Blue hair nd pronouns fr
My little silly
Omen:
The voices
Phoenix:
I told a friend of mine (who doesnt play val) that phoenix has two mums and she just looked at him and said “he looks like the type” ????
Bisexual but scared of women
Raze:
The biggest women lover
gender is whats in your pants??? alright *pulls out several explosives*
Reyna:
Lesbian
Men anti
Sage:
Trans, cottagecore lesbian
Mother???
Skye:
Aro Ace as fuck bro
Sex?? Romance?? nah mate the forest
Her nd dealock r in a queer platonic relationship
Sova:
*Rubs my hands together evily*
Trans, gay Sova
You can pry this hc from my cold body
Viper:
Transfem
Straight but still anti men
Yoru:
Trans
Homophobic homosexual ngl
Phoenix tries to show any affection nd hes just like >:0 thats gay
Bonus:
Ruben pontes nd Oran McEneff:
Both gay
My actual OTP
I get sad when I think abt them
I've recently read book 11 and 12 of the Skulduggery Pleasant series and thought it deserved some art. Man, is it good to have the characters back.
Quick drawing I did of Omen, Skulduggery and Valkyrie.
Comics comics comics (look at my comic or maybe even hang it on the fridge its @tigerprints-pacewizards )
Finally sat and watched a movie again. The First Omen. Was pretty good, but those graphic birth scenes... wow. As someone who has an aversion to blood, they really got me throwing up over here.
I've seen the original Omen, but maybe I should rewatch it?
Merry Whump of May - Day 6
“It's a long story.”
Knife Handle
Gagged
Under the table
(Original characters/story)
@themerrywhumpofmay
They awoke to pain. And drowning.
Omen opened their eyes, gasping, choking. Their eyes stung with water and their head throbbed. Skull felt split open. Can’t. Move. Can’t. Breathe.
Within a moment, Omen realized that their hands were bound behind them. Their ankles were bound together. And there was a gag in their mouth.
They were wet but they weren’t drowning. Small mercies.
Omen squinted up at the man holding a dripping bucket over them.
“Good.” He said and set down the bucket. “I was beginning to think that I’d bludgeoned you a little too hard.”
The man was dressed in a fine, dark doublet and hose that were stained lightly with travel. He moved to sit down at a nearby table.
Omen flexed their calf. He had missed the knife in their boot. Interesting.
Omen eyed the room.
This was some sort of cottage. The floorboards creaked and were caked with dust. The fireplace had been lit but was belching smoke, meaning it hadn’t been cleaned recently. There was a lit lantern on the single table. And the window to the outside, beside the only door, spoke of midafternoon or late morning. The sun was bright and the trees swayed in a breeze, creating a shifting dappled effect on the floor.
Omen could only hear the crackling fire and birdsong from outside. They were alone.
Their possessions were tossed to the side, laying haphazardly on the floor. But nothing had been searched yet. Caey was safe. For now.
Omen was laying on the floor, so that when the man sat down, he was still looming above them.
“I’ve been looking for you for a while.” The man took a swig from a waterskin. “You’re difficult to find, girl.”
Omen winced at ‘girl’. It shouldn’t have bothered them. That was the least of their problems right now.
The man continued talking. “I’d been hearing rumors for a while of a girl fighting in the False Queen’s little band. A girl matching the description of someone I killed several years ago.”
Omen’s belly turned to ice and they stopped breathing.
“I was contracted to kill a highborn lady suspected of aiding the escaped False Queen. And I did so. She was easy to identify due to a mark on her wrist, a brand. A very-”
The man roughly reached down and yanked on Omen’s bound arms.
They cried out through the gag. Arms pulled into a painful twist, shoulder sockets screaming.
“A very distinctive mark.” The man breathed, looking down at Omen’s wrist.
The wrist that bore the brand that he spoke of.
The man, the assassin from all those years ago, released Omen’s wrist, letting them fall back to the dusty floor.
“So, you lived.” He murmured.
Omen grunted around the gag.
The assassin leaned down and pulled the gag out. “Where is the False Queen?”
“Fuck off.” Omen spat.
He popped the gag back in, wound back his foot, and kicked Omen in the stomach. Hard.
Omen struggled to draw breath. The wind was knocked out of them. Before they could recover, there was another vicious kick.
A blow to their nose. Stars. Blinding pain. Watering eyes. Blood streamed down their face and trickled into their throat. Metallic and hot.
Omen writhed, crying out through the gag.
They arched their back. Reached with bound hands into their boot. Felt the slim, bone knife handle, warm with body heat. Good.
They grasped it and hid it behind their body, working on the bonds as best as they could.
The assassin paced around the cottage.
Omen sliced their fingers and hands. The knife was sharp. Blood made the process slippery.
“I’m going to ask you again.” The man circled back around to them.
The rope was cut. The bonds loosened. Omen pulled free.
“And if you say-”
Omen hurled the knife. It stuck neatly in the assassin’s shoulder.
He bellowed.
Omen rolled away, under the table, and began to attack the rope that bound their ankles. Halfway through, the assassin came at them, their own bone-handled knife in hand. Omen scrabbled back with their legs untangled and the rope in hand.
They leapt on the man.
Spat blood in his face.
And it was quick work after that.
Several minutes later, Omen stood. Head throbbing, nose swollen and bleeding, and ribs maybe broken. They wiped off the knife and placed it back in their boot.
They limped over to their pack and belongings. With cut and bleeding hands, they prepared to leave. The diadem still lay within their pack. As soon as they touched it, Caey spoke into their thoughts.
“You look terrible. What happened?”
Omen snorted and spat blood onto the cottage floor. “It’s a long story.”
youre so sigma - AWWWWWWWWW
Lovers
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃 , 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐋𝐘. when the heavens laughed, the hysteria would thrust its cosmic authority underneath the skin like a stubborn malady. you sought out the moon, coldly engaged in her distant waltz, and like typhon, you sought her out as prey to crack open that which shall entrap you inside its very cells. this must be a mere star-riddled jest, a divine comedy akin to a dream from which you and her shall waken, but it came closer to a puppet-play rendered by and for one sadistic observer who wanted to see them flail, limp to the ground, and then tried the scenario the other way around.
she flickered like a temporary gleam upon glass, a specter woven of celestial taint, every peeking gaze was a glimpse of yours, a steady mimicry of motion locking symmetrically into you. where the light shone, therein fell the shadow, and she was one of bleached darkness. the inverse of death was the birth of something apocalyptic, the fear of it. the fear of birth was a fear of someone’s arrival. they repurposed you to an antichrist within messiah flesh, a repetition of history, replay of a replay. a cycle that shan’t ever break in two. from your ankles she then squirmed loose, asymmetrical fleck struggling across dirtying rock, composing her ragged breaths. the inverse shadow would still hold onto more shadows, the host urging to get rid of her.
a body could not be without the casting of its contour, so what would occur upon the law-breaking success of such amputation ? the collapse of an atom ? the erasure of information which could usually not be erased ? she did not plan to allow these impossibilities to become phenomena, not without efforts made with blood and tears and sweat. “ noctis, please, listen to me ! ” she called upon you when you called upon her. although she stumbled back up warily, within cyan there sparked some irrational hope, some desperate venture for a dying light. when the heavens laughed, the hysteria stringed two puppets into their play and surrounded them with night-bred daimons who blended their hell into the stage. // @royalarms
WRETCHED ARE THE KINGS THAT SERVE DARKNESS FROM THEIR HAUNTING TONGUES . he's traveled so far on his lonesome , his only company : the ghastly words that cut through his mind & the lead of the snow - white messenger that blinds him in the darkness , the north star that beckons him unto the moon . there is an ever - looming presence of pain that taunts him from his every joint , & every wear at his muscles . it feels heavy , like its seeping through his flesh & corrupting him from the inside , just waiting to reach his veins in crooked efforts toward inevitable possession .
. . . [ luna . ]
he battles these ' thoughts ' on a near - constant basis , beckoning them toward the light of his soul so that they may be washed away with it . the battles are ceaseless , however , & one man can only endure for so long . at times , they have their way with him , all - consumed , & he plays the role of their vessel . a puppet strung to their fucked up marionette .
. . . [ luna . ]
even now , he follows pryna's guide as she warps into something threatening , something evil , & he strives so hard to dismiss the awry transformation , but it the ability to do so seems so far away from him . everything feels so real . this false illusion of existence , a reality warped in the throes of nightfall . their rage lights a flame , crimson , beneath his eyes , irises glowing through the dimness of their surroundings & his only goal [ luna ] distorts into something monstrous .
' i have to get to . . . '
& he looks down to see a girl in white , defending herself . against . . . who ? . . . him ? shit . . . dusk has fallen & his scream tears through the atmosphere .
. . . ❛ LUNA ! ❜
@moonichor