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what do you do when everything you ever knew changed?

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hiya! so I am officially migrating my blog to merge both dc and marvel muses together, which means I did change my blog name! I’m sorry if this causes any confusion! I just felt that this url captured the multiversal and cross fandom muses better!

i hope you continue to follow and we can rp soon!

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Like it says above, I decided since I can’t manage two blogs at the same time, I’m merging both my multimuses together. I’d love it if you guys wanted to follow me over there

same name as my dc blog used to be, since I love it

i hope to see you there! if not, all cool! I’ll try and make a promo later, i’m just busying moving all the assets over

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Hartley Rathaway, who discovered the perfect sonic frequency to heighten the pleasure of a blow job:

I’m a scientist

[yeoshi]

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multaeversal·:

cisco almost, almost spits out damn, who hurt you? but he bites it back. he knows. they all hurt him. they all were too busy dealing with barry and his speed and the aftermath that they just…..forgot to check in on hartley. which always kind of nagged at him. 

  he sighs, then; running a hand through his hair. ❝ look, hartley—i’m sorry. okay? we got too—distracted, with everything. ❞ honestly, in hindsight, he should’ve been a better friend. or colleague. ❝ lets just admit we both have shitty, depressing lives and move on. ❞ cisco was suddenly really tired of having this comparison contest. 

  ❝ i could prove it to you, but that earth is gone, so, guess that’s one more thing you have against me. ❞ his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug; before he shakes his head. ❝ i’m sorry, for what i said earlier, and that i got upset. ❞ god, he wasn’t gonna cry, was he? was he really gonna start crying right now? so hartley can have yet even more fodder? nope, he’s gonna hold it back. until he can at least escape to his lab. 

  ❝ now if you’ll excuse me, i’m gonna go try and get back some scraps of serotonin by smashing zombies in some violent video games. ❞ that, and there’s a bottle of tequila with his name on it. ❝ i would invite you, but i know you don’t like mindless video games like that. ❞

Hartley wasn’t expecting an apology. He never expected one, especially one so ... sincere. He was so baffled that he stayed quiet, listening. Finally for a moment seeing Cisco and how ... off he looked. His hair wasn’t brushed and curled to his usual standard, there were dark spots under his eyes, and his shirts, while always wrinkled and threadbare, looked ... more ruffled.

Hartley was good with numbers, good with computers, good with science ... he wasn’t good with people. Never had been ... it’s why most of his life he was alone. But ... maybe right now so was Cisco.

“You’re right ... I don’t-” arms crossed, he shifted on the balls of his feet, “But ... I can sit and complain about the scientific inconsistencies while you play.”

“Like how actual zombies wouldn’t be that much of a threat because given how quickly rigamortis would set in, their joints would seize up along witht heir jaws, to biting victims wouldn’t even be a possibility. Also the stench, you could catch that whiff a mile away.”

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multaeversal​:

  ❝ i did die for him. twice. i also died because of him. he killed me. he would have killed you too, if you didn’t leave us behind, like you did. ❞ true, hartley was right about pretty much everything, but it still kind of stung that he abandoned them. cisco understood, though. his doppelganger on earth two, did the same thing. he did feel bad that hartley was permanently disabled from thawne. a lot of people got fucked up, from him. then, his own hand touched the middle of his chest, right where he got his heart crushed. ❝ stuck is hand right through me. i still have nightmares. ❞

  and then hartley says things about the other wellses. now his hand turns to point at him; nearly close enough to poke him in the chest. ❝ don’t even act like you wouldn’t have done the same thing, in my position. and just for the record, they’re all gone, okay? all of them. there aren’t any more left. ❞ to which cisco feels….sad, of course. and almost….lonely? ❝ also, our roles were reversed on earth-2; i’m pretty goddamn sure if harry saw you he would have liked you way better than me, so. ❞

He didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of emotion. He didn’t abandon them. They abandoned him. He was fired, no one called, no one checked on him. The things he had to do to stay afloat, with no one caring until … after they knew their precious mentor was as pompous and horrible and Hartley had come to find out.

Only the golden boy until his use runs out.

“Yeah well … that’s life isn’t it? People leave. People always leave. You can’t just up and cry every time people abandon you, because then you’ll never stop.”

He took a moment, before snorting, “Oh please, you? Doing anything bad, aside from your fashion sense, I doubt that.”

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futuressaved​:

he nods at hartley–he reminds him of brainy in a way, so as frustrating as working with him could be, it could also be great. it’s certainly going to be familiar no matter what. “i’m winn. which you know already.” they’re getting off to about as good of a start as he did with brainy too. 

it all sounds so familiar right away. between indigo and dollmaker, he has more than enough experience in this to help. he’s pulling up programs on cisco’s computer immediately, muttering to himself as he types, still listening to them with half his attention. this is his element, he can figure this out in his sleep.

“i don’t have the virtual reality ai program i wrote anymore–i destroyed that, it’s way too dangerous to have out there. that would have been the easiest way to deal with her, we could’ve gotten right in there with her and just hit the kill switch like i did last time i dealt with this. i still have that nasty virus i wrote, but she’s still human, i’m not sure how safe that would be and i’m not down with killing her–hey!” he turns his chair around and points at cisco with one of the twizzlers. 

“i told you that in confidence. and you know it’s watchtower now.” he really needs to stop trusting people with his legionnaire codename, because no one ever lets it go once they know it.

“is she actually becoming the ai, or is it just her mind controlling it, or is it something else entirely? cause i’ve seen all three, and they’re all different.”

“Watchtower ... it’s better.”

Cisco held his hands up, grinning, “Sorry! Better than his over there, come on Pied-” Hartley glared at him, “he’s joking, I don’t have ... I’m just back of the house. No superhero for me.”

The last thing he needed was even more assumptions about him. He was good enough at digging a hole himself. Hartley ran a hand through his hair, “I think it’s more complicated. Barry is patrolling the city, making sure no more dangerous flare ups pop up but ... before this, they were just ... mild mannered, actually pretty beta in their personality. but all this screams of an alpha angry ... almost rage inducing, people pushed to their limit.”

He pulled up a chart, “i’ve been tracking the attacks so far, and you can see the stronger they get, the more erratic the readings ... I’m thinking. They’re-”

Cisco leaned in, grinning, “They’re corrupting themselves!”

“Yes. That is what I was going to say.”

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futuressaved​:

it’s not the first time cisco’s called him–they have each others’ contacts saved for a reason, and it’s not just to talk about video games, no matter what alex thinks. they’ve all gone to each other for help more than once by this point. so when cisco asked, he hadn’t needed to think about it before breaching over to central city, walking into the main room in star labs just in time to hear the long rant from someone he hasn’t met yet, and cisco defending him. 

“does being vetted by supergirl and martian manhunter work? cause i actually don’t even know what kind of background checks j’onn had to call in on me for my job, but honestly it’s probably better that way, cause i’m guessing they’re way too thorough.” he doesn’t want to think about just how much j’onn and the deo probably know about his past, or anything else. “so uh–definitely not a psycho killer. promise. or a fan of that word, actually, so… avoiding that would be nice.” 

“or a speedster, for the record. just a normal human who happens to be very good with a computer. this? this is my thing.” 

he drops into the seat in front of the computer that he always claims when he makes his way to central, reaching into the drawer he knows cisco hides snacks in, grabbing a handful of twizzlers before leaning back. “so what’re we dealing with that you need me?”

Hartley stared at him, a moment gaping, then immediately his eyes flicked over him, calculating, not unlike reading lines of code. Khakis … boring, generic, probably standard nerd. Hair, mussed, not brushed, usually too busy, or anxious, always touching it. He smells … like iris spring generic soap, maybe straight? Too bad.

He’s at home here, moving to a specific area, opens a drawer with ease to grab some of-

“Snacks at the screens Ramon? Really?  Your monitors are always sticky.” He hummed a bit, before moving to the empty monitor, between Cisco and Winn.

“Winn, first of all, welcome, thank you for offering to help. Second, pay no mind to mister ‘I have no social skills or friends I’m not paying’. this is Hartley Rathaway.”

Oh, shit. He didn’t introduce himself. Was that, he should have done that. Brushing back his hair, he nodded to him, “Yes, that’s … I’m Hartley Rathaway. So you work with …”

“Supergirl, Martian Manhunter, basically every cool trading card we don’t already have. ie why I told you he was amazing, and perfect to help us.” Cisco rolled his eyes, before grinning at Winn, “Right yes, monster of the week!”

He took a file, sliding it to the main screens on the wall. Hartley cleared his throat, trying to save face, “We’re dealing with a meta human who gained technopathic abilities. They were dormant since the particle accelerator blast, but apparently they recently were electrocuted on and IT job and it ... all came to a head.” Hartley typed a few keywords, changing the file, “So she’s able to create kinds of AI versions of herself to infiltrate systems and frameworks. Government systems, banks, all of it. But because she is actually still an organize being, we can’t simply purge her from systems, she’s immune to our efforts so far.”

Cisco nodded, “And since you’ve dealt with like soooooo many AI baddies, and electro meta humans ... well, that’s why they call you Computer Lad.”

Hartley frowned, “Ramon that’s a terrible name, you’ve really gone downhill.”

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me: kristen stewart is the only acceptable recast for kate kane!

cw: casts wallis day

me: ........ ooh

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multaeversal​:

  ❝ you touch my hair, you fuckin die. ❞

“I’d like to see you try.”