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[ If you feel any Braime inspiration, hit me up. ]
[ Editing because I was getting my conversations with people mixed up!! Anyway, anyone you feel like throwing at Gretel I would appreciate it because I need to get the feel for how to write her back and any of the scenarios in your top post are fair game. ]
Edited 2019-12-25 00:19 (UTC)
[Kol takes his time, which in turn gives Davina time to recreate the cure. They wait for Hope to come into her own as a Mikaelson, to be ready to take on the power and responsibility, to not need their protection so much anymore. To process her own issues with death and the idea that her aunt and uncle weren't going to be immortal forever, and that's okay.
Her phoenix boyfriend helps. So does just growing up and growing past the hole that losing her parents left behind. And it isn't as though he isn't also going to be an incredibly powerful witch to boot.
Still, time is a good thing, as Davina needs to make sure that the cure will work. There was a lot of testing, a lot of misfires and a lot of bad batches that don't seem right at all, but eventually she gets it right. She has a cure she can be confident in. And when she presents it to him, at their kitchen table in San Francisco, she's unsure how he's going to react as he watches her lay it all out on the table.
She knows he wants to be a witch again. But does he want to be human again?]
So. [She moves to sit next to him.] What do you think?
Her phoenix boyfriend helps. So does just growing up and growing past the hole that losing her parents left behind. And it isn't as though he isn't also going to be an incredibly powerful witch to boot.
Still, time is a good thing, as Davina needs to make sure that the cure will work. There was a lot of testing, a lot of misfires and a lot of bad batches that don't seem right at all, but eventually she gets it right. She has a cure she can be confident in. And when she presents it to him, at their kitchen table in San Francisco, she's unsure how he's going to react as he watches her lay it all out on the table.
She knows he wants to be a witch again. But does he want to be human again?]
So. [She moves to sit next to him.] What do you think?
[ So the brilliant prompt is that Tony has a splitting migraine, and what better time to bother him than when he's in his workshop with the lights off and a moratorium on anything louder than a whisper?
Come on in, the door is wide open. Well, it is if you know the passcode. ]
Come on in, the door is wide open. Well, it is if you know the passcode. ]
[ Just because of that "that's a man" gif I had to throw some more beefcake into this post because I think I'm funny.
Pick whoever you want to throw at him, he's easy to AU. ]
Pick whoever you want to throw at him, he's easy to AU. ]
[ the guilt crushes her, much like she imagines rocks from an avalanche. she feels herself split wide open enough to be a gaping wound—and that's what she is, except she's a walking one.
barry had gone to great lengths to retrieve nora's jacket for her. she knows this. even with this irrefutable fact in hand, iris can't help but hide it. the purple angers her, the shoulders are far too sharp for her own—every time to tries to wear it to get closer to nora, she feels like it's weighing her down and cutting into her as if the fabric's made of knives. it doesn't smell like her, either.
since's nora's disintegration—it can't be a death, she's not completely gone—iris has refused to wear purple. tonight she does, with a nice purple camisole that's almost as vibrant as xs' jacket.
she pulls barry closer on their walk through the city. it had started with no destination in mind, but iris has been gently steering him toward the park where he'd played baseball last year. it's not to bring up any painful memories—she had simply wanted to leave their loft and go for a walk, but she hadn't wanted to go alone. some part of her suspects barry had been feeling the same. ]
When was the last time we just went for a walk?
[ she peers up at him as if he's a skyscraper. pursing her lips and feigning confusion, she teases, ] I forgot what you look like outside of the lab.
barry had gone to great lengths to retrieve nora's jacket for her. she knows this. even with this irrefutable fact in hand, iris can't help but hide it. the purple angers her, the shoulders are far too sharp for her own—every time to tries to wear it to get closer to nora, she feels like it's weighing her down and cutting into her as if the fabric's made of knives. it doesn't smell like her, either.
since's nora's disintegration—it can't be a death, she's not completely gone—iris has refused to wear purple. tonight she does, with a nice purple camisole that's almost as vibrant as xs' jacket.
she pulls barry closer on their walk through the city. it had started with no destination in mind, but iris has been gently steering him toward the park where he'd played baseball last year. it's not to bring up any painful memories—she had simply wanted to leave their loft and go for a walk, but she hadn't wanted to go alone. some part of her suspects barry had been feeling the same. ]
When was the last time we just went for a walk?
[ she peers up at him as if he's a skyscraper. pursing her lips and feigning confusion, she teases, ] I forgot what you look like outside of the lab.
i hope this works! figure we can do a crime boss kidnapping. c:
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mishandles
2019-12-30 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jessica thought she had seen it all. Like literally seen it all—one of her dumb friends wears a scarf over his face when he needs to quickly step into vigilante gear and another's got cat-like reflexes and a pocketful of so much guilt Jessica wishes she could punch it into smithereens.
But this guy. This stupid fucking guy with his stupid sword that he pulled out of some stupid stone needs her help.
She hates that Malcolm took the call.
Sitting at her desk in her apartment, her bottle of whiskey's by her feet. Apparently it's not professional for her to keep it out on her desk for everyone to see, but she sure as hell wishes she had it now. She stares at him like he's grown a second head. ]
I need a drink.
[ But she doesn't lean down to grab her bottle. Instead, she rests her elbows on her desk and looks at Arthur over her clasped hands. ]
I know who you are and I know what special, freaky thing you carry that makes you pretty scary. Why do you need my help getting your friend back?
[ She knows why. Except for Luke, she's the only goddamn person in New York who has the ability to break down doors with a simple press of her finger. Unlike Luke, she can jump really high.
Unlike everyone she knows, she feels like she has to make up for letting Trish get that far away from herself, hence this conversation and hence her giving into Arthur's request she help him rescue his friend from some crazy dude.
It's just another day in the office. ]
But this guy. This stupid fucking guy with his stupid sword that he pulled out of some stupid stone needs her help.
She hates that Malcolm took the call.
Sitting at her desk in her apartment, her bottle of whiskey's by her feet. Apparently it's not professional for her to keep it out on her desk for everyone to see, but she sure as hell wishes she had it now. She stares at him like he's grown a second head. ]
I need a drink.
[ But she doesn't lean down to grab her bottle. Instead, she rests her elbows on her desk and looks at Arthur over her clasped hands. ]
I know who you are and I know what special, freaky thing you carry that makes you pretty scary. Why do you need my help getting your friend back?
[ She knows why. Except for Luke, she's the only goddamn person in New York who has the ability to break down doors with a simple press of her finger. Unlike Luke, she can jump really high.
Unlike everyone she knows, she feels like she has to make up for letting Trish get that far away from herself, hence this conversation and hence her giving into Arthur's request she help him rescue his friend from some crazy dude.
It's just another day in the office. ]
[ you know what's really, really, really, really cool? apart from the fact that he's spider-man and he's sort of maybe an avenger now and he's, you know, kind of back from being blipped for five years…
he got an a on his science project!
it's a little mechanical spider that he made all on his own that he wants to show to tony. it's the thing that's going to get him into college… one of them, anyway. he hasn't really looked into where he can apply and hope to get into next year. he kind of figured maybe he'd fall into it?
tapping in the passcode to enter tony's workshop, he's uncharacteristically quiet. tiptoeing across the floor, he looks around the workshop in wonderment. it doesn't matter how many times he comes here, he still loves it. this is iron man's home. this is where everything began. ]
Mr Stark!
[ he sees his back at his desk, head in his hands.
rather than go to him, peter stops and stands in front of a great robotic skeleton. he's pretty sure he shouldn't touch it—it looks like it could be for mr rhodey—but his hand reaches out and…
yep. it's making a big beeping noise.
and lights are flashing.
shit. ]
he got an a on his science project!
it's a little mechanical spider that he made all on his own that he wants to show to tony. it's the thing that's going to get him into college… one of them, anyway. he hasn't really looked into where he can apply and hope to get into next year. he kind of figured maybe he'd fall into it?
tapping in the passcode to enter tony's workshop, he's uncharacteristically quiet. tiptoeing across the floor, he looks around the workshop in wonderment. it doesn't matter how many times he comes here, he still loves it. this is iron man's home. this is where everything began. ]
Mr Stark!
[ he sees his back at his desk, head in his hands.
rather than go to him, peter stops and stands in front of a great robotic skeleton. he's pretty sure he shouldn't touch it—it looks like it could be for mr rhodey—but his hand reaches out and…
yep. it's making a big beeping noise.
and lights are flashing.
shit. ]
[ it almost sounds too good to be true.
when talking about being witch again, it's all said in the hypothetical. of course, he knows there's a way to be one once more, but it's never been an option for him. that path has been rightfully barricaded with a troll not allowing him to pass. over the years, kol's learned to accept his jealousy and resentment of never getting to be a witch in his true body.
he'd always known davina would make anything and everything happen for him. she's made him happy, helped him control his own anger, and even forgive those like his brothers and sister who had wronged him in the past. if he had asked her for the world, she'd deliver it to him on a golden platter.
he wants to be a witch. now, with it within arm's rest, he isn't so sure if it's possible. ridiculous, isn't it?
quite aware of how uncharacteristically quiet he is, he clears his throat. ]
Well, love… [ he'd thought perhaps placing his hand on top of hers and drawing it into his lap would give him the words he needed, but they've escaped even his attempt. he lets out a loud breath, looking at their kitchen table as if it has blueprints of how this will all go down—what words to say, what words to not say, the thoughts to have and the ones to leave behind.
playing with her fingers, he looks at her. ] It's a very big step. [ for him, for her, for them. ] There's a very big chance I'll get wrinkles now.
[ that's not one of his main worries, but it's easier to break uncertainties, doubts, and even excitement with humour. ]
when talking about being witch again, it's all said in the hypothetical. of course, he knows there's a way to be one once more, but it's never been an option for him. that path has been rightfully barricaded with a troll not allowing him to pass. over the years, kol's learned to accept his jealousy and resentment of never getting to be a witch in his true body.
he'd always known davina would make anything and everything happen for him. she's made him happy, helped him control his own anger, and even forgive those like his brothers and sister who had wronged him in the past. if he had asked her for the world, she'd deliver it to him on a golden platter.
he wants to be a witch. now, with it within arm's rest, he isn't so sure if it's possible. ridiculous, isn't it?
quite aware of how uncharacteristically quiet he is, he clears his throat. ]
Well, love… [ he'd thought perhaps placing his hand on top of hers and drawing it into his lap would give him the words he needed, but they've escaped even his attempt. he lets out a loud breath, looking at their kitchen table as if it has blueprints of how this will all go down—what words to say, what words to not say, the thoughts to have and the ones to leave behind.
playing with her fingers, he looks at her. ] It's a very big step. [ for him, for her, for them. ] There's a very big chance I'll get wrinkles now.
[ that's not one of his main worries, but it's easier to break uncertainties, doubts, and even excitement with humour. ]
omg i'm buzzing. au on the flash 6x07 and p much the crisis entirety of the timeline.
accelerate
2019-12-30 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ ramsey's infection doesn't happen until about three weeks to crisis, and after those 48 hours of being under his bloodwork spell, barry needs a timeout. what better way to have a timeout than go to earth-38?
hold up: he's not avoiding his friends. he's most certainly not avoiding iris. he's simply… taking a step away. getting some space, even some clarity… he can talk to cisco, caitlin, ralph, and iris about this, he simply… doesn't want to. the shame, the guilt, and the anger he holds towards himself for giving in and hurting them is something he can't face, so barry does what barry does best: he runs.
calling ahead of time (he can't just expect supergirl to be free, let alone kara danvers), barry literally runs to kara's place, making a pitstop at an ice-cream vendor. the ice-cream's dripping down the cone by the time he makes it to her front door and across her threshold, but luckily enough, supergirl's here to save the day.
embarrassing and unforgivable ice-cream crisis has been successfully averted. at least one of the inevitable crises can be ticked off their bucket list.
sitting at her kitchen table with a quarter of his ice-cream devoured, barry avoids straight up telling kara why he's here. he knows she wants to know, but thankfully for him, she's patient. in his own time he'll tell her. unlike oliver, she doesn't push, prod, or demand to know what he's done now. ]
Did you try the ice-cream on Earth-1? [ he assesses his ice-cream up close. ] I think you have better ice-cream. Your cones are crunchier.
hold up: he's not avoiding his friends. he's most certainly not avoiding iris. he's simply… taking a step away. getting some space, even some clarity… he can talk to cisco, caitlin, ralph, and iris about this, he simply… doesn't want to. the shame, the guilt, and the anger he holds towards himself for giving in and hurting them is something he can't face, so barry does what barry does best: he runs.
calling ahead of time (he can't just expect supergirl to be free, let alone kara danvers), barry literally runs to kara's place, making a pitstop at an ice-cream vendor. the ice-cream's dripping down the cone by the time he makes it to her front door and across her threshold, but luckily enough, supergirl's here to save the day.
embarrassing and unforgivable ice-cream crisis has been successfully averted. at least one of the inevitable crises can be ticked off their bucket list.
sitting at her kitchen table with a quarter of his ice-cream devoured, barry avoids straight up telling kara why he's here. he knows she wants to know, but thankfully for him, she's patient. in his own time he'll tell her. unlike oliver, she doesn't push, prod, or demand to know what he's done now. ]
Did you try the ice-cream on Earth-1? [ he assesses his ice-cream up close. ] I think you have better ice-cream. Your cones are crunchier.
[He laughs as he slides an arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his side as they stand outside the field. He knows what she's doing, who she's longing for, and he can't say he isn't the same. Nora's left a hole in their lives that nothing seems to be able to fill, no matter how they try.]
It feels like forever ago.
[Probably because it was, in speedster time.]
Things always tend to be a little crazy around here for walks.
It feels like forever ago.
[Probably because it was, in speedster time.]
Things always tend to be a little crazy around here for walks.
[She laughs, before tucking her legs under herself and reaching up to her fingers against his temple, where she can envision patches of gray collecting, or crows feet extending up from his smile.]
I think wrinkles will make you look distinguished.
[Among other things.]
And I think it's only fair, as I'll be getting those eventually too.
I think wrinkles will make you look distinguished.
[Among other things.]
And I think it's only fair, as I'll be getting those eventually too.
Mmm-hmm.
[Kara knows Barry well enough at this point to know that he's not here for a quick pop in. If he was, he wouldn't be trying to kill time talking about ice cream. She also can tell when a hero's cage has been rattled, as looking in the mirror likely would have confirmed that she's been wearing the same face as of late.
Lena's turn is still rather fresh, and while they managed to stop Leviathan's plans for now, she knows that the story isn't going to end there.
But she's happy to play sounding board to Barry's problems for a little while, if it avoids having to think about her own.]
Why do I have a feeling you aren't here to talk about ice cream?
[Even if it's really good ice cream.]
[Kara knows Barry well enough at this point to know that he's not here for a quick pop in. If he was, he wouldn't be trying to kill time talking about ice cream. She also can tell when a hero's cage has been rattled, as looking in the mirror likely would have confirmed that she's been wearing the same face as of late.
Lena's turn is still rather fresh, and while they managed to stop Leviathan's plans for now, she knows that the story isn't going to end there.
But she's happy to play sounding board to Barry's problems for a little while, if it avoids having to think about her own.]
Why do I have a feeling you aren't here to talk about ice cream?
[Even if it's really good ice cream.]
[ she doesn't have to get any wrinkles, although kol isn't too keen to turn her. being a witch is what davina enjoys most. while he sometimes lives vicariously through her magic, he knows being a vampire would only smother her as it has him. he might have appeared to embrace it, but he's longed for magic for over a thousand years. to turn her would be to treat her as esther had treated him.
purposefully frowning against her fingers, he smiles, even if it physically exposes his anxieties. ]
You'd look rather cute with wrinkles, love. You'd make them look very in.
[ davina can wear a potato sack and he'd think she was working it like the models do those ridiculous outfits on a catwalk. ]
purposefully frowning against her fingers, he smiles, even if it physically exposes his anxieties. ]
You'd look rather cute with wrinkles, love. You'd make them look very in.
[ davina can wear a potato sack and he'd think she was working it like the models do those ridiculous outfits on a catwalk. ]
back at you! hopefully this isn't just a confusing mess
streetprince
2020-01-06 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Arthur's normal reaction to a beautiful woman looking like she would like to punch him in the face would probably be some cheeky flirting, but he doesn't have time for that kind of shit right now.
In the last couple of months, everything he's ever cared about has been taken from him. Things he though were just fiction have become real enough to kick him right in the balls, and all because of this fucking sword that he can't even completely control even if supposedly he is the only one who is able to.
Now, he knows that his usual intimidation tactics won't be worth shit in a confrontation with a woman who could probably snap him like a twig if she felt like it, so he keeps his tone even and reasonably polite, even if the clear tension in... pretty much his whole body probably makes it perfectly clear that he is anything but calm at the moment. ]
Friends. Plural. And one of them is a kid.
[ He removes the sword belt that keeps Excalibur strapped to his back and drops it all with a heavy thunk on Jessica's desk. ]
My uncle wants this, and me, in exchange for them. You can probably figure out what the chances are of him actually following through with that if he gets what he wants, and that's why I need your help. If he kills me, he can control Excalibur. You might still have a decent chance of taking him down if that happens.
In the last couple of months, everything he's ever cared about has been taken from him. Things he though were just fiction have become real enough to kick him right in the balls, and all because of this fucking sword that he can't even completely control even if supposedly he is the only one who is able to.
Now, he knows that his usual intimidation tactics won't be worth shit in a confrontation with a woman who could probably snap him like a twig if she felt like it, so he keeps his tone even and reasonably polite, even if the clear tension in... pretty much his whole body probably makes it perfectly clear that he is anything but calm at the moment. ]
Friends. Plural. And one of them is a kid.
[ He removes the sword belt that keeps Excalibur strapped to his back and drops it all with a heavy thunk on Jessica's desk. ]
My uncle wants this, and me, in exchange for them. You can probably figure out what the chances are of him actually following through with that if he gets what he wants, and that's why I need your help. If he kills me, he can control Excalibur. You might still have a decent chance of taking him down if that happens.
[ Well, no surprise there. Peter's smart, he's got a bright future, blah blah blah. Tony's 100% certain that Peter's going to go places. That science project is just the start.
And hey, if he shows that to him, he'll be over the moon while trying to play it cool. Because that's just what he does.
Right now, though, Tony's not doing too much of anything. He registers Peter calling him, but hey, killer migraine right now. It's making it a little difficult to do anything. ]
Hey, Pete.
[ He barely gets out the greeting when a beeping sound starts and lights start to flash. A+ cure for a headache right there. ]
Let me guess, you touched the skeleton.
And hey, if he shows that to him, he'll be over the moon while trying to play it cool. Because that's just what he does.
Right now, though, Tony's not doing too much of anything. He registers Peter calling him, but hey, killer migraine right now. It's making it a little difficult to do anything. ]
Hey, Pete.
[ He barely gets out the greeting when a beeping sound starts and lights start to flash. A+ cure for a headache right there. ]
Let me guess, you touched the skeleton.
Um…
[ think, peter, think! what would karen have him say?
"yes, mr stark."
damn it! that's not what he wants to say.
quickly thinking with his mouth open and a prolonged ahhhh, peter's hadn't goes straight to the back of his neck. he swears he breaks out into a cold sweat that reeks of his impending death. ]
Yes… [ he croaks that out. clearing his throat, his voice deepens. ] I did. I'm sorry, Mr Stark. I didn't mean to touch what I shouldn't have touched… except I kind of did. Everything in here is so cool!
[ think, peter, think! what would karen have him say?
"yes, mr stark."
damn it! that's not what he wants to say.
quickly thinking with his mouth open and a prolonged ahhhh, peter's hadn't goes straight to the back of his neck. he swears he breaks out into a cold sweat that reeks of his impending death. ]
Yes… [ he croaks that out. clearing his throat, his voice deepens. ] I did. I'm sorry, Mr Stark. I didn't mean to touch what I shouldn't have touched… except I kind of did. Everything in here is so cool!
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