#forensicspecialistbarry

[thewickedrideatnight-blog]

The Witch and the Flash

Briar Alchemy Martinez's plane had just landed in Central City. The Battle for Sleepy Hollow as well as the future of the world. She'd help save the world and no one would know because well everyone who helped fight the battle was either dead or still living in Sleepy Hollow. But Sleepy Hollow just had too many memories and since she had started seeing visions of a man running faster than lightning she knew Central City and this man would need her help. 

[remarkablesmoak-archive-blog]

Rule 1: Post the rules. Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger has set for you in their posts, then make 10 new ones. Rule 3: Tag 10 people and link them in your post. Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them.

1. What is your favorite constellation and why?

Ummm I'm going to do a classic and say the Big and Little Dippers.  I love going to different places and trying to find them.  It's fun.

2. Do you love the color of the sky?

Yes.  I prefer it when the sun is setting though, because there are all these pretty colors.

3. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE WEAPON?

My sharp wit.

4. Do you like someone?

Unless you count the many celebrities I'm planning on marrying, no haha.

5. Who’s your favorite superhero (you can pick from both Marvel and DC if necessary)?

Captain America.  No question.

6. What do you look for in an rp partner?

Honestly, I just want someone who wants to roleplay with me and has a decent understanding of the English language.  I've had a few people that really wanted to roleplay, but wrote really terribly, and I've had a few really amazing writers that just didn't seem to want to roleplay with me.  Finding that balance, I think, is key.

7. Why did you choose your muse?

I love Felicity.  She's quirky and adorable and I think the longer I roleplay as her, the more I myself become quirky.  I think I had a Felicity-esque ramble the other day and was like "my muse is taking over my life" haha

8. Do you like cats? Dogs? Lizards?

I like cats and dogs, but lizards not so much.

9. What’s your favorite kind of cookie, and can you give one to me?

My grandma makes amazing chocolate chip cookies, and no I cannot.  Sorry not sorry haha.

10. WOULD YOU LIKE TO RP YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE??

DUHHHHH lol

MY QUESTIONS:

Have you ever been in love?

If you were stuck on a deserted island and could have 3 characters from any of the shows you watched, who would you choose?

Coke or Pepsi?

Have you ever read Twilight?

Would you say you're a neat or messy person?

What's your favorite kind of flower?

What do you look for in a TV show?

Have you ever intentionally hurt someone, either physically or emotionally?

Favorite book/book series?

Do you think it's possible to be truly happy?

[ivegotconnections]

  She's had a hard day at work. A long, hard day. To make things worse, Beowoolf was at the vet overnight because he hurt his paw, and Iris was entirely alone. So she came home late, picked at a frozen dinner and didn't eat it before pouring herself a glass of wine and crawling into bed with her journal. Iris had written a journal entry almost every day since she was thirteen. It was her own version of therapy, the only consolation she could rely on. Above her desk sat a series of diaries throughout the years, ranging from sticker and glitter covered to her more recent moleskins. 

    The current one she scrawled in was green.

  She hasn't written in it in two months. She re-reads the last few pages, blue eyes scanning the loopy handwriting wearily. She's been avoiding this sort of introspection for a while. She's been shoving it down, every negative emotion. And though a lot of it had been released on their date a few weeks ago, so much was still eating at her. 

  Her pen hits paper, but nothing comes. It almost feels like her hand's disconnected from her brain, because one's entirely frozen while the other's racing.

  She placed the notebook on her nightstand and turned out the light after refilling her glass. The tears don't come until the glass is empty and she's curled up under the covers. And she's mad, she's so mad, at herself for crying again. She's been so happy. They've been so happy. She shouldn't bring this up again. But she can't let it fester, either.

    So she picks up her phone and dials with shaky fingertips. It rings once, twice, before he answers with a groggy hello.

        "It's me," she murmurs, "I know it's really late...b-but I really need you right now."

[felicitygirlwednesdaysmoak]

As the people around them began to count down to the new year, Barry looked to Felicity with a smile. It seemed that they had danced the night away--which was definitely new to him. Dancing really wasn't his thing. But the chanting drew him back to reality long enough to give him the courage to ask, "Felicity... At midnight, can I kiss you? Y'know, for the New Year's tradition?"

It was a fun night. She hadn’t expected it to be so much fun attending a CCPD CSI New Year’s party but it was. They dressed all fancy and dancing all night, yes Barry seemed to be healthy enough to dance so she dragged him to dance all night (which was surprising). His question made her stop from chanting the countdown along with others as they counted 5… 4… 3… “Yes…” she smiled and nodded.

[bertinellix]

I'm bundled up in sweaters with a hot drink while coughing my lungs out and will now enter into the drafts. Feel free to message me if you want to plot, and I might make starters tomorrow.

And thank you two for your concern.♥

[redhoodieharper-blog]

Blood Rush (AU) || Roy & Barry

"Got it." A soft smirk slowly surfaced up against his lips. "And it does say Starling City Vigilante." Roy slipped the sample into his pocket and he was about to leave. The job was as simple as he thought, but there were always complications, complications that might ended up with Roy in the police department again. Making a pivot, the red hooded man was about to leave. He took a couple of steps forward. "Oh crap!" He hissed at the noise outside the door. He threw glances around frantically, meaning to find a place to hide. Ducking into a side of the cabinet, he needed a place to hide and so did he needed an escape route.

"I'm trapped", he hissed under his breath into the earpiece. "Do something." He mumbled, but there wasn't any response from the other other. "Great..." He muttered to himself. He sneaked a peek. There was no way he could escape with two other scientists in the lab; the lab was too small. "Barry?" He crunched his brows as he took another peek, noticing that familiar figure, someone he had met a couple of days ago. "This couldn't just get any worse." He couldn't fight his way out because there was no way Barry could miss to identify him like that. 

[ivegotconnections]

۝

SEND ME A ۝ FOR A NEW YEAR’S EVE KISS.

Okay, maybe Iris was a little drunk. Okay, maybe more than a little. She hadn’t had very much to drink to be honest, but she didn’t hold hard liquor super well. She was just happy and bubbly and laughing a lot more than usual. Iris had talked Barry into taking her to a nightclub down town, and Iris had bought a new dress and gotten him to wear a suit. And even dance with her more than once. 

She was attempting to get him to drink a flute of champagne, “It’s tradition! You have to!”, when the count down started. “Eeep! Give me your face!” Iris laughed, handing the flute to a random passerby and standing on her tip toes. Barry leaned in to kiss her and she shook her head with a smile. “It has to be right after one!” She exclaimed as the crowd shouted. 3…2…1…Iris slid a hand to rest on the nape of his neck and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

[technologicalinformant-blog]

forensicspecialistbarry 

Oh, uh. [ clears her throat ] --well, hello. 

[ivegotconnections]

Loud sigh I have to finish my answer the the New Years meme when I get home ugh

[remarkablesmoak-archive-blog]

{{ o u t o f c a c h e }}

Beddy bye for me.  I owe the following people replies:

oliver-oneshot-queen

theoneandonlytommymerlyn

justicebyarrows (x2)

alphabadass

forensicspecialistbarry (x2)

If I missed you, shoot me a message.  If you want a starter, like this.  Night lovelies!

[remarkablesmoak-archive-blog]

forensicspecialistbarry replied to your post:Is tumblr being weird for anyone else?  Like the...

//someone in my rpg just asked that too. it’s tumblr being wacky. :p

At least I'm not crazy haha

[ivegotconnections]

//[whispers] ALL THE TEXT MEME THINGS

✆——[ TEXT ]: Rise and shine, love. Try not to be late to work :)

✉——[ TEXT ]: I know you probably hate me right now…but would you like to join my family for Thanksgiving?

☎——[ TEXT ]: if you’re not here in 5 minutes i’m going home

☏——[ TEXT ]: I know I poke fun at you a lot, but you’re the smartest person i’ve ever met. You’re a little clueless sometimes, but you’re the smartest person i’ve ever met.

⁇——[ TEXT ]: angry sex…y/n??

ø——[ TEXT ]: Can’t sleep without you here.

✘——[ TEXT ]: You don’t deserve me.

[ivegotconnections]

You and I || WestAllen

Iris liked to sing when she cooked. Well, not sing. She was kind of tone deaf. But she liked to hum and dance around while she cooked. And so she was smiling, humming some dumb pop song, shimmying about her kitchen. The evening news played softly in the living room, but Iris wasn't really listening. Her beloved black Labrador, Beowoolf, was following her around wearily. He had no idea what was going on. Honestly, he had been acting weird for the past few weeks. Probably a combination of Iris working more than ever and missing Barry. Iris tried not to think about it.

Dinner was about ready, a pasta dish, and she was feeling a bit proud of herself. Time management had always been one of her many skills, and that was probably the reason Barry's constant tardiness frustrated her so. It was also one of the few things that she would never understand about him. That along with the fact that he'd rather spend time in a lab than with a pretty girl. Iris doesn't like waiting for anyone, but she absolutely detests waiting for men.

Ding...dong----Iris cocked an eyebrow and hurried over to answer the door, heels clicking against the wooden floor.

          "Two minutes, that's impressive."

[remarkablesmoak-archive-blog]

{{ o u t o f c a c h e }}

It's been a very long day and I think it's time for me to crash.  This is the list of people I owe:

oliver-oneshot-queen

justicebyarrows

forensicspecialistbarry (x2)

If you want a starter, like this and I'll write one up tomorrow since I have the day off.  Until then, night lovelies!

[remarkablesmoak-archive-blog]

forensicspecialistbarry replied to your post: I’M NOT OKAY NOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NO NOOOOO

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IM NOT OKAY THIS ISNT OKAY HOLD MEEEE D':

[bertinellix]

oliver-oneshot-queen started following you.

robin-hood-wannabe started following you.

technologicalinformat started following you.

forensicspecialistbarry started following you.

So maybe heading over to your ex-boyfriend slash guy who almost killed you's nightclub wasn't the best of ideas, but hey-- it's the talk of the town right now, and as someone who doesn't go out partying every single night, the once a month occasion might as well be big. Her hair's in a long braid down her back, because she couldn't bring herself to cover it up with a hideous wig, and her contacts are in place.  She whirls around at the tap on her shoulder, shouting "Yeah?"