the once and future flash

"God feels no pain. All I had to do was become one." Affiliated with FSL 

[mildlyaffrontedsqueakytoy]

An Awesome artwork I commissioned from the lovely @darklitria Speedster pillow fight.

[eunnieverse]

“I am the future, Flash!”

[fyeahgrantgust]

stuntshreck: Last night of filming the last episode of season 3

[potionbydjo]

You know our strengths. You know our fears. You know how much we love each other. And you know how to use that love against us. All this time, we thought that we couldn’t stop you because you were one step ahead, but that’s not it! You don’t just know what’s gonna happen to us. You were there. You lived it. You remember when you were me. – (insp.)

[fyeahgrantgust]

Like I told you from the beginning, I am the future Flash

[potionbydjo]

How do we explain me at the wedding? And do I sit bride-side or groom-side? (requested by @superpupdanvers)

[irisannallen]

Now who’s the villain, Flash?  – Like I told you from the beginning…

I    A M    T H E    F U T U R E    F L A S H.

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ooc;

Got through the threads I THINK I owe? If I’ve missed yours and you’d like a reply from me please like this post and I’ll go hunting for it! (I swear I love you all I’m just a scattered mofo right now.) Also I’m switching off to my Leo blog so bother me on there if you need me right away.

-- Fox <3

[futureflash-blog1]

Congratulations! You have been awarded 2nd Tier! All rewards are now awaiting in your Private Room!

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emmalive:

Emma can read the movements of the shambling people well enough to tell that the infected aren’t stupid. They’re just single-minded! And they aren’t as half as concerned with her as they are with trying to get the blue shard that had been shining out from the gutters, the one she had scooped up out of curiosity and shoved deep in the pocket of her greying white skirt.

It’s definitely possible to distract them when done properly, so the scream that rips from her throat is completely planned.

Unfortunately, it does more than distract the three enraged adults trying to take her down. it also brings some other guy with a deeply shadowed face to the entrance to dead end of the alley. But before she can throw her handful of gravel in the faces of the people, make her cautious yet adrenaline-fueled jump against one of the brick walls she’s cornered by so that she can bounce off of the other and make her triumphant escape over the heads of her assailants, there’s a flash of colored light and she’s suddenly surrounded by the familiar feeling of being cradled against someone’s chest.

A few seconds of intense pressure, where it feels like her ears are about to pop and her hair is about to be ripped from her scalp, and suddenly she’s stumbling out of the strange man’s arms onto the soft ground of the lakefront. The sudden change in balance does nothing to topple her over; she lands on her feet easily.

“Will do!” Lacing her fingers behind her back, she quickly pads around to cut the man off from his exit.

“Look, I got one of these away from them,” she chirps, her glowing prize making an appearance with a flourish of her hand. She could be upset that she hadn’t had an opportunity to execute her astounding escape plan, but why be like that when she can just be glad to have gotten out of the situation without a scratch? She might as well show her gratitude! “You want it? I heard there’s a prize if you get enough, but you got me out of there!”

There’s no threat to her tone, in her posture. Nor is there any deal of obvious suspicion. She’s lived for too long knowing secrets and making plans to let her general distrust show so easily. Instead, she offers her savior both the shard and a bright, beautiful smile.

“Go ahead, take it!”

Children and their eternal energy. Never mind their utter lack of fear towards things that rightly should be feared.

Namely him.

Sav bears no ill will towards children, particularly none as young as this one seems to be. Adults are the ones who have sins to atone for, not their younger counterparts .

He keeps his face turned, so he looks a bit like a shy dog that isn't quite willing to look at a treat face-on. His eyes flick to the offering and he shrugs and shakes his head, moving to walk again.

"Keep it, it's your find. Otherwise that moment's not worth it. For your trouble, I mean."

She's sweet though. He wants to stay but it isn't as though the moment's going to end in anything except screaming and running. Back when he still tried to make an effort and be good, that was the usual result.

Spurned and rejected from all angles. Such is his life.

Self-loathing serves him better than self-pity however and so he halts his train of thought, throwing a careless wave over his shoulder and stepping out into the night. "It'd be better if you kept out of that district, especially at night. Unless you can fight...but even then. No reason to tempt fate."

Hilarious, coming from someone who's regularly thrown the middle finger up at even inevitabilities like time and space and the general laws of physics.

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thereverselightning:

Eobard didn’t even BLINK at Barry attempt to scare him. Barry put enough force in that punch to send a speedster flying and kill a normal person in one blow.

That don’t mean nothing when the punch don’t connect though. Plus Eobard done and seen a whole lot worse during his encounters over the years with various super hero. The scene right now like a dad dealing with his estrange son as he adjust his glasses.

“How was Joe after her death? Depress? Angry? Looking for his adoptive son to comfort him? Let me guess. Being a once a big fan of all things flash and watching you grown up for 14 long years. You push him away didn’t you?  You know. The you i fought in the future not such a broody moody child. I hate almost every version of you there is but at least future you i know act like a proper hero. THAT version of you don’t need to hear “RUN BARRY RUN” for every criminal of the week in order to beat them. Sure you got some scar but something about you always remain constant. Remember my last words to you before i got erase from the timeline? I believe you saw the tapes i left behind also? Seeing you right now just prove i was right.”

That without Eobard. Barry life a complete and total mess and that Barry will never truly be happy. Even Eobard last gesture of good will and Barry Allen still ended up as this thing that anything BUT what the Flash was suppose to be.

Hearing Barry introduce himself as Savitar only got Eobard to laugh even harder. If it was a younger Eobard it might had touch a nerve. But here the thing. Eobard spend 14 long years powerless making sure Barry Allen could be the Flash. Patience was something he learn.  Savry might be stronger then Eobard right now but he sure as hell not smarter. Beside…..Eobard always love being the man behind the scene pulling the strings of time. God of speed? Speed force please.

“You stupid idiot. So what if you travel back in time and made a couple of even bigger idiots believe in your lies. I CREATED you. Your should know cheap tricks don’t work on me. You settle for false god hood instead of becoming a hero that inspire others. I would say i’m disappointed in you but THIS version of you always didn’t live up to your full potential. I wonder if that what your mother and Iris had felt if they live long enough to see you now. How Barry Allen the good son and husband had break bad and become a idiot with a god complex. Were you and Iris at least MARRIED before she was killed off? Last i check the new paper in my time vault should still be Iris West Allen right? You didn’t screw up the timeline that badly did you?”

Huh…..funny thing. Even if Barry Allen turn bad. Savry here introduce himself like Savitar is HIS name. Like Barry Allen dead and only Savitar exist now. Eobard watching over the flash for the past 14 years always joke that the flash greatest enemy is himself. While it’s possible a whole new timeline happens after his death or……..Savitar here could be a time remnant.

Eobard got no proof yet. But Eobard seriously doubt Allen wouldn’t learn the technique to create time remnant.  Knowing Allen and his stupidity. Perhaps he created a remnant that got badly damage in a fight with a certain villain and adopt a more…..evil persona. It’s really a damn shame there no technique to see if a person a time remnant or not.

But if Savitar is simply just a time remant and not future Barry….then Eobard have something he could laugh his ass off at.

With the wind sucked out from his sails, with no ability to fight back, with no way to punch out Eobard's teeth, to ram a hand through his chest and crush his heart...

Nothing. There was nothing he could do. He could walk away or he could continue spitting back words. But the verbal sparring wasn't nearly as satisfying as delivering a solid strike and hearing bones crush under his power.

He hated Julian...hated him for these shackles.

"You don't know what I am," he repeated, running a hand through his hair as he paced. He sounded less emphatic than he did before, as though he were trying to convince himself of the truth more than Eobard.

He steeled his jaw and looked back at his nemesis. "You may have created me but you don't get to take responsibility for what I've done with myself. Not the good of my past, or my achievements of the present. I changed the world. I did that, not you. And I defeated you. And no, I might not be able to kill you now, but I don't need to be able to hit you to ruin your life, or make you pay for everything you did to me over the years."

He stepped forward again, feeling more confident. "You created your own demise. You can't control me, and you hate that even now, even like this, I'm better than you."

He grinned again, the action tugging on the scar on his face - the scar, a permanent reminder of what he was, that he wasn't Barry Allen, not anymore.

"Yeah, Joe was a mess after Iris died. The entire team was. Iris West held the group together. Iris was the heart and soul of the team." Sincerity laced his voice, even now. Even after what he'd done. He loved her still, even though that love was buried under a mountain of hurt.

"It was worse once he realized who had orchestrated her death. Iris didn't die because I failed, Thawne. Iris died because I killed her. I killed her to make sure that I would be born as me." He stretched his arms out to indicate himself. "I wasn't kidding when I said you have no idea what I am, who I became. And you don't get to take credit for this. I did this. You have no power over me."

A lie. Eobard's words would always sting. His face, his voice, would always throw Barry off. He would always have control over Barry Allen, no matter what name he chose to call himself.

"Barry might've been merciful. I won't be. I was your end once, Thawne. And I will be again."

With that, he turned on his heel, walking away.

He needed to find Julian. Hated or not, he needed to make his request. He needed the Command removed, or ammended. He wouldn't be able to live in this city so long as he knew Eobard Thawne still drew breath.

One way or another, this would end.

[futureflash-blog1]

ooc;

So I’m a total mess and can’t figure out what I owe and where. I’ve pulled up the replies that I know that I owe but I know that I’ve missed people. Feel free to give me a nudge (on here or on Discord) if you’re waiting on me to reply to something.

Thank you for your patience,

-- Fox <3

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thereverselightning:

Eobard was actually minding his own business for once after coming back from the closer thing he can found to Big belly burger when he was speed blitz by someone who running so fast he didn’t even saw him coming. Well Eobard FELT the speed force and know he was in danger. But before he can properly defend himself the figure already got him pin to a wall. The first thing Eobard notice about his attacker are those eyes of his.

So angry, so dark. It’s like someone who been drowning in darkens and can’t see the light anymore. It actually look Eobard a GOOD second before he realize who it was. 

Bartholomew Henry Allen aka The Flash. His greatest enemy.

“My my….Long time no see Barry.”

There no use in trying to play Wells at this point. Judging from the look in Barry eyes. Barry know at a split second who Eobard is. So many question appear in Eobard mind. What happen after his death? Which one of Barry enemies scar him? Why those The Flash look like he cross a line he never should have? But the most important question of all Eobard been asking himself is.

Why isn’t he dead?

He can see The Flash RAW hatred for him in his eyes. A hatred that FAR beyond from what he seen in Barry eyes the last time he saw him. This….FUTURE version of Barry almost look as if he….

Then a couple thing finally come together in his mind as he start laughing. It wasn’t the normal cheerfuly laugh as “Harrison Wells”. It’s the same manaic laugh he have as Eobard Thawne as he just figure a couple thing out.

The fact he not dead and that look behind his eyes. Barry Allen have been summon as a servant and have lost Iris West didn’t he? If he was a master then there no reason for him NOT to kill Eobard unless his master forbade him to. Also that look of raw hate in his eyes. Iris West always serve as a lightning rod for his greatest enemy. Without her the result is….well one can see for yourself.

“You failed her didn’t you? Barry Barry Barry. First man to be granted the power of the speed force in our world yet always so so slow. So many have surpass you. Even Wally West. Just how many on the list of people Barry Allen failed?  How many were you to slow to save? Tell me. Did she cry out for your name? Did she suffer or did she die quick and painlessly? Did that break you? Drove you to a darkness you never return. And that scar. You most have got your ass handed to you by someone didn’t you? Most speedster wound heal and yet that scar on your face still there. ”

YES Eobard can’t be kill right now due to Barry master STUPID order forbade him from killing people. But sure as hell don’t mean Eobard can’t be beaten up. Beside even IF Eobard fight the difference between a servant and a master evident.

But Eobard don’t care. BOTH know each other have accelerated healing. And Eobard care more about HURTING the already damage Barry Allen much as possible then his own health.

Every word ratcheted his temper higher and higher. And he couldn't do a damn thing about it. The Command came down, wrapping around his arms like thick rope. Like a net. Wrapping around his wrists like cuffs and stopping him from slamming Eobard back against the wall harder. Sav tightened his grip a moment and then stepped back, whirling away to put some distance between him and his nemesis.

The Command slackened and he could breathe again. Though barely. His breath came in short burts. Blood rang in his ears and his mind spun. Too much. It was all too much and he couldn't do anything. He couldn't shove his hand into Eobard's chest and crush his heart. He couldn't thrash him all up and down the street. He couldn't do anything.

Julian.

It was all his fault.

Savitar seethed, and unleashed his fury on the only avaliable target.

"You do NOT get to say her name!" he roared. Memories blurred. He wasn't Savitar and he wasn't Barry but somehow both. In his blind rage he couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Who he was, what he was didn't matter. All that mattered was that Iris' name was being spoken by that slimy voice, and he wanted none of it.

"You have no idea what I am, what I can do." The scars. He gave himself those scars. Time Remmnant Barry had gotten them in the fight against Savitar...before, of course, he became Savitar.

(Time travel was very straightforward of course.)

"You don't know me!  YOU DONT KNOW WHO I AM."

Time to remedy that. He darted back, lightning streaking behind him briefly before he skidded to a halt in front of Eobard, inches from his face as his lips pulled back into a snarl.

"I'm stronger than you'll ever be. I'm more of a legend than you'll ever be. I am the god of speed. I am Savitar."

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kougaown:

It was subtle and he almost missed it, but he saw the brief stiffness in his form. It lay different from the rest of his body language – this man’s favored impression of somebody comfortable with the dark. How curious. His time as a detective might not have been entirely honest, but his skills had to be the genuine article. From what he knew of this man Goro’s mind began to reel.

But first, to throw him off his scent. “Saint fragments, of course!” He replied with a chipper tone, and it sounded so out of place with the silence that surrounded them. “It seemed like a fun activity to do, and the price money would be beneficial for living here in the long run.” Not even the talk of death and violence deterred his amicable mood.

While he had been truthful about his search for those elusive crystals, that wasn’t the sole reason he was out there tonight. This stranger had been correct – he had been looking for certain individuals prevalent in the night. The contest was a nice distraction, but he hasn’t lost sight of his goal.

“Now, unless my intuition is wrong, it seemed like you were looking for something, too.”

Out of habit his left hand made his way curled towards his chin, and his focus towards his companion for the evening grew a little sharper. If he is correct, then there must be something more to this story, something beyond that horrible scar. What that would not be said in words may be said in actions. And so, very carefully, he’s waiting for a reaction as he said –

“If you wanted to scare me, you’re doing quite a poor job of it. All you have done is talk.”

His smile is still there, but it became just a little bit sharper.

He stopped and watched and thought. The kid was entirely too calm to be of the 'normal' sort. He was up to something. Sharper than he looked, that was for sure.

Sav tipped his head to the side, turning fully to face Goro as he looked him over. "I wouldn't call it trying to scare you," he said. There was an edge to his voice but it wasn't fear. It was closer to caution. Without knowing more about who this person was he didn't feel comfortable playing his entire hand. (Evidently he had learned a thing or two from his run-ins with Snart over the years.)

"I'd call it honesty. You should be scared of me." There wasn't pride in his voice, as would be expected from the villain stereotype. It was softer, more muted than that. He sounded more resigned than proud.

"As for what I'm looking for..." he trailed off. What was he looking for? Certainly nothing that could be found in the night, nothing that could be acquired with SSR, or saint fragments.

And so, he bluffed. "I'll keep that to myself."

Bicoloured eyes slid back over to Goro. They'd drifted to a spot just by his right ear, lost in his own mind for a moment before he drew back to himself. "The saint fragments are scattered throughout the city. Not just here. There are easier places to look. Safer ones. You're not here because of this scavenger hunt," he guessed.

Something prickled at the back of his mind. Danger. There was danger here.

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ooc;

Steadily getting through the replies I owe. I have at least three replies half written so I should be getting them out within the next day or so.

Thank you for your patience!

-- Fox <3

[futureflash-blog1]

“...Is there anything you think about other than yourself?”

“Hmm, I get hungry a lot. So I think about food.”

(I think about Iris. I think about Joe and Wally and Cisco and Caitlin. I think about everything that I could have done differently. I think about all the mistakes I’ve made. And I think that there’s no going back. I can’t fix it.)

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“You know I’m a killer.“

“Is that so? Then you just got about ten times more interesting.”