#scarletspeedstr

[laidirnighean]

@scarletspeedstr​ sent 💬 for a randomly generated starter

“...the way you flirt is shameful.”

[thecursedhellblazer-arc]

@scarletspeedstr: { continued from here }

If only he could actually get drunk. He hasn’t been able to since he got his speed unless it was some concoction Caitlin makes for him that is usually mildly unpleasant in taste. Last time she might’ve gone a little too far, he’d almost ended up divulging to the entire night club that he was the Flash. Yeah, drunk Barry was never a good idea. Especially the aftermath. “Yeah, most of my interactions while drunk involves tears and blurting out secrets.” He chuckles, dismissing the afterthought of maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to grab a drink. “I don’t think Iris would want me to – go through that again.”

“T’at, mate, is because you never got drunk wit’ t’e rig’t company!” John talked back, slapping the younger man on the shoulder, in a way that could have been described both as jovial and as defiant. It was hard to tell with him, and it got even harder when he was already starting to get slightly more intoxicated than it was advisable. Just as he was in that very moment.

“All secrets are safe wit’ me. Man of secrets here. And what if you cry a little? ‘S not like I’ll remember in the morning. Or you will. I mean...w’at can happen? You wake up in a cell, with no shirt...or pants. Or accidentally summon a demon. Or put a protection spell on your best friend and accidentally save his life and also give him forty more. Better t’an a bloody cat. Just the usual shite.” He raised his own glass in what was supposed to be a toast and barely missed Barry’s head. “Live a little, kid. W’ile you still can. Cheers, mate.”

The liquor burnt down his throat, but not as much as it had a couple of glasses before. He waved the bartender for a refill. “And your...Sister? Girlfriend? Who’s she again? She’ll never have to know. I can always have...Charlie pick us up, if I don’t lose my phone. Perks of ‘aving a bleeding shapeshifter on the team.”

[theclownprnc-arch]

♣ INJUSTICE 2 SENTENCE STARTERS.

@scarletspeedstr​ said:  ❝ As long as I live and breath, I fight evil doers. ❞

“You’re finding nuggets of wisdom on bumper stickers now?” He teases, tilting his head to the side as his alert eyes center on the other. Out of all angry do-gooders capering around the city in search of some felons they could catch red-handed and proudly lock up, the speedster was the very last hero he was expecting to bump into tonight. This could be entertaining, and he can never say no to amusement. “I just don’t know where you’re going with that thought,” Joker continued, sticking to his facetious yet vaguely snide tone.

Drinking in the surroundings briefly, the clown then lets out an overdramatic gasp before his gaze shoots back at Flash. “Oh, I see! So you’re saying I’m one of those evil doers? Moi? C’mon, you didn’t even bother to really get to know me, Speedie.”

[frostgiven]

BARRY @scarletspeedstr​ sent an ask. (the meme)

❛ i think this is a trap. ❜

THE TWO OF THEM HAD TEAMED UP to go check out a place their meta frequented, in the hopes of figuring out the extent of his powers and what exactly he was looking for in Central City. It was a huge old warehouse - but other than huge storage boxes and lots of machines that Caitlin didn’t really know the purpose of, there was nothing here. Though, as they delved deeper into the room, she noticed that someone had been living here. This was too quiet - suddenly, she had a bad feeling. As though sensing it, Barry spoke up - Caitlin hadn’t considered it being a trap until that point. “What do you...” At that moment, their meta jumped down from somewhere above them, landing behind Caitlin and grabbing her. A gasp escaped her as the man put his arm around her shoulders, and pressed the cold barrel of a gun against her temple. He growled almost like an animal, holding her against him as he looked at Barry The Flash. She bit her tongue to avoid saying his name.

“Easy, Flash. Now, unless you let me walk out of here I’m going to kill your pretty lady friend here. Wouldn’t want that, now would you? I want you to leave me the hell alone. If I have to take this...LOVELY woman here hostage to make sure of it, you’ll be damn sure that’s what I’m going to do.” the meta said. God, Caitlin hated the way he was speaking about her. It sent a chill down her spine. “Don’t do it. You can’t let this guy go.” She said, looking directly at Barry’s eyes. “He’ll kill more people.”

[angelsided-a]

❝       so   you’re     fast           ❞    arkham   offers   an    eye    roll     &   a   glance    ,     hes    hardly    impressed    .    some   flashing    lights  &   a --   well   that   costume   spoke   for    itself   .    ❝       boring      .             ❞ 

@scarletspeedstr​      hit       the     ♡     for   a  starter

[daxambcrn]

❝ How did you get that scar? ❞

scars rp meme for @scarletspeedstr.

you turn your head, eyes finding the long, thin, cream colored scar running along your forearm. the memory flashes briefly through your mind, quick enough to remind you of the pain before it’s gone. it’s how you remember most things — a flash of the strongest emotion and a small blurred picture.

“lead knife,” you tell him, fingertips running along the faded injury. it happened a long time ago. or, rather, it hasn’t happened yet. not in this time period, at least. “sucks having a weakness. someone finds out about it and suddenly every weapon you face is made of the material.”

[daxambcrn]

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[falsegcd]

SCARLETSPEEDSTR​  ASKED  :   “are you finishing that or…?

❝     ---------    hope you guys like sprinkles on your donuts  .     ❞  an enthusiastic reply as the kryptonian sets down several boxes of donuts upon the league table  .  there was a sale at the local bakery in smallville and he wanted to treat everyone to the delicacy of his favorite shop  .

of course flash seemed to run in without little need for any other words of encouragement to dig in  .  batman gave a gruff sound and turned back to the meeting at hand    ( guess he didn’t like sprinkles )   . 

and just as his own hand started to reach for a vanilla cake donut he heard the question poised to his right  .  ❝     actually i    ---------     ❞  but before rebuttal can be made the delicious treat is swiped up    ;    somehow along with the other four dozen he had brought  .  a sigh proceeds and a muttered murmur under breath  .  ❝     i should have bought more  .  .  .     ❞