#untouchablelightning

[goofygoolie]

In a castle dungeon, cameras and various horror pop culture toys are seen all around. Up against a wall is a coffin.

On the door reads a sign. "Knock for Halloween Candy- don't forget the three words. :D -Sven" @untouchable-lightning

[flashgotthis]

@untouchable-lightning

The meeting had taken ages. Not just because of his powers but because as soon as the information that someone was actively seeking out people with powers was mentioned, Wally had felt anxious about it. Every little piece of information that was mentioned reminded Wally that he knew someone who fit that profile quite well.

But he hadn’t wanted to stand up and leave in case he would miss some vital information. He even stayed a few minutes afterwards as well, talking to the others about it before he made his way down to Earth and through Central in a matter of seconds.

He was changed into his civilian clothes before he reached his friends door and quickly knocked on it a few times. Maybe even a tad bit too fast as it was almost more like a vibration than a knock, but he didn’t want to burst in and startle her either.

[one-rogue-army]

@untouchable-lightning

It took a few days from the time Tony received Ariel’s email to set up the meeting with STAR Labs. And he’d spent that time working extra hours to prepare the formulas for the fire-resistant fabric coating, and getting them registered. But he had everything ready to go...

Now: Ariel has a 10:30 AM appointment; not too early, but still allowing for plenty of time to work. Tony waits in the main lobby for her to arrive...

[manstar]

@untouchable-lightning

Syl makes sure to come early. Though the receptionist is happy to see him and expresses gratitude at his return to the facility (as if it’s something that special), Syl keeps the small talk brief and ends up standing a distance from the desk with his gaze half on the front door. He’s waiting for someone, he said. The receptionist had nodded in understanding. He’s just not sure if Ariel will actually show.

Pat had tiredly asked him what he was thinking, training a kid out of the blue like this. Syl had only said that, hey, if he could help make someone’s dreams come true, then why wouldn’t he?

And besides, given Pat had been so impressed with the drawings he’d taken home that day, Syl figured he won that argument.

Eventually he gives up all pretenses of looking like he’s busy with something else. As the earphones he wears play his tunes, he watches the door and the glass windows with his hands in his pockets and his bag slung over his shoulder.

[64th-century-exile]

Thick as Thieves

@untouchable-lightning

He’d been sentenced to deletion, declared guilty of treason against the System. But Abra didn’t understand how, or why? He’d never spoken against the System, and he hadn’t been *told* before that his thoughts and actions were crimes. Why was it so wrong to choose his own name, to want to be happy?! The light of the Judgement Chamber burned down on him -- and then his body burned with pain. Was this the disintegration beam? The pain surged, and for a long moment he felt like he was falling... and then he was, was somehow elsewhere!

Dizzily, he stood and made his way down the strange hallway. At least Abra thought it was, though (amazingly enough) there was no ceiling? And then he emerged, to see people somehow dressed in the ancient styles. People who were pointing and calling out his name -- but they sounded fearful, and some were trying to flee from him. Why? Though one man wasn’t fleeing Abra. He pulled something and pointed it at Abra -- and with a loud noise from it, Abra suddenly felt something tear into his flesh!

Abra couldn’t let that happen again! He “conjured” a holographic smoke cloud to hide himself, throwing as much energy as he could spare to solidifying it. Whether it would stop another of the pain-maker’s attacks, he didn’t know... Abra only hoped that it would hide his escape? More of the loud noises went off, but he wasn’t injured again as he fled back into the hallway. Splitting his processing power to keep the smoke cloud running, Abra lifted a chunk of debris to use as a stepping stone up to the metal structure attached to the wall. Once he’d clambered onto the fire escape, Abra wrapped an invisibility field around himself and finally let the smoke cloud construct fade out...

He waited up there, biting his lip against the pain. Internal scans indicated the wound was fairly minor; he’d only been grazed. Though disturbingly, internal scans also indicated that his subdimensional storage pocket was unavailable. Not that he’d carried much inside it besides his props... but in this unknown place, where could he safely obtain rations and water? He separated a cuff from his shirt, commanding the nanites to reconfigure into a bandage for his wound.

More of the ones in blue searched, brandishing the pain-makers, but they didn’t find him. Abra still waited, till they were long gone and the light dimmed, before he dared come down from his perch. Now what was he supposed to do?

[i-still-quote-twain]

@untouchable-lightning

[If there was one thing to enjoy on a cold day like this, it was a hot drink. It was his day off and Mark had taken his dogs for a walk in the crisp winter air. It was time to get back into form, or so he thought. It wasn’t exactly a New Year’s resolution, but he found he couldn’t simply rot away on the couch the whole day either. He left Thunder and Lightning outside of the coffee shop and went inside to get some coffee to enjoy and to warm his hands a little.

When he stepped outside again after a couple of minutes, coffee in one hand, phone in the other, he almost ran into someone else and nearly spilled his coffee.]

Jesus fucki- oh. It’s you.

[He hadn’t seen the girl in quite some time, but still recognized her.]

[sewn-cutie]

@untouchable-lightning​ liked for a Christmas starter!

“Come on come on! We’re almost there!” Clementine was trying to run as fast as she could in the deep snow. Sure, her sled was also an extra weight, but she insisted on pulling it herself. That was part of the ritual for a proper snow sledding!

The two of them eventually reached a very small hill, which the rag doll had to practically climb in order to get to the top. But she eventually made it, hopping up and down for Ariel to follow her. “Quick quick! We’re gonna have lots of fun!”

[music-holic]

Librarian! 97

The music is melodic, colorful in instrumentation, and exciting in its rhythms. 

And is 100% no doubt the reason the cops were eyeballing Hart in his own park, but that was not going to stop him in the slightest. Nor was the presence of a girl on the far side of the park. He’d just watch her out of the corner of his eye as he continued to play. Innocently and without a hint of sonic manipulation, Thankyou, officer.