#the fiddler

[fnck-fac3]

Do you guys think Edward is dateable?????? Or he’s more kinda…

???????? GIVE ME YOUR OPINIONS!!!!1!1!!!1! WANNA SEE WHAT YOU GUYS THINK OF OUR SILLY CHUNKY BABY BOY!!!!!1!!!!!1!1!1@/$@:&/@‘

[minty--stars]

I seriously can't be the first person that thought of this ship... can I?

(I will be drawing them having gay sex nobody can stop me)

[bowmanblues]

people like these two now right

[dailyjsa]

Who's Who: The Definitive Directory of the DC Universe #11

[gorogues]

Spoilers for Speed Force #2!

Whoever predicted that the Fiddler is the CEO of a probably-evil music app can give themselves a cookie, because I sure didn't. It seems he's the classic Flash character who's really into EDM as per the issue solicitation, and he's working with the Music Meister and appears to have Mas y Menos under his control. Considering the abilities and history of the guys who created the app, it's a good bet that it involves mind control or some kind of negative influence on its users, which is a huge problem because it's incredibly popular and a lot of heroes have installed it. Even Mr Terrific gets into it this issue, and it does seem to be addictively good.

This seems like a perfect situation for Hartley to join in the fight, but I guess we'll see if he's wrapped up in the plotline in the Flash title and is even available to appear in this book. It'd certainly feel like a missed opportunity if he doesn't help in the inevitable battle against Fiddler and Symphonee, and who doesn't want to see Hartley vs Music Meister?

[infinityinc4ever]

Injustice Unlimited were arguably Infinity Inc's greatest enemies. Art by Todd McFarlane.

[wanderingmind867]

Infinity Inc is still a good concept to me, but it always feels like so many missed opportunities. For one thing: why didn't superman and lois lane have a kid on Earth-Two? That feels like severely wasted potential. For another, why no kids of golden age villians? Golden Age Lex Luthor, The Prankster, The Toyman, The Fiddler, The Shade, even Batman villains like Scarecrow or Penguin or Harvey Kent, the Golden Age Two-Face! You mean to tell me we never explored any of their backstory!? Really!? There's so much wasted potential. It's almost sad.

Because I can see amazing things in the conceptual level. But I'd also want the book to start in 1979 or something, because there's no way a kid like Hector Hall could be an older teen in 1984 (I think he was an older teen, at least). If he was born in 1964 and Hawkman was born in 1913 or so, them his dad was 51. And Hawkgirl was probably also 51. And that makes no sense. Make the timeline work, or nothing works! Especially when this is a whole team of legacy heroes!

[hournites]

The Injustice Society of America + "Kill or be killed"

[ufonaut]

My name is Jay Garrick, and it's sometimes funny for me to realize that I'm one of the most famous men on Earth, yet only a handful of people know me by that name. It's one of the odd things about playing this superhero game, being famous and anonymous at the same time.

Speed Force (1997) #1

(John Byrne)

[much-vexed-glowy-mimic]

Ohh I have an art idea for Fiddler and Meister, but it's so sad? Fiddler honestly seems to think they're friends in Speed Force...

[onlylonelylatino]

The Flash by Joe Kubert

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

The Fiddler

- Marc Chagall

[bowmanblues]

sure am excited for this real comic that is real

[dailyjsa]

The Flash v1 #201

Writer: Robert Kanigher

Artist/Inker: Murphy Anderson

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Fictober 2024

Prompt number #10 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: T – Teen and up Warnings: Abuse of prisoners by guards, profanity Notes: Set vaguely during Geoff Johns' Flash run, but at no particular time.

Day Ten: “Is this normal?”

It was now evening at Iron Heights, and a loud bell rang when the clock reached ten PM.

“Time for bed, shitbirds!” a guard shouted, banging his nightstick on the nearest cell door.  A small phalanx of guards moved in to ‘encourage’ the prisoners to lie down, shouting and pounding on the doors of anyone who remained up.  The lights didn’t dim, because they never did.

Within minutes, most of the prisoners were in bed, or what passed for bed given their unique circumstances; Tar Pit’s burning gooey body just sat or lay on the reinforced floor of his cell.

“Now’s time for group therapy,” one guard muttered to the newest employee on the Pipeline, who looked confused.  “Just let `em do their shit so it’ll be over quick.”

“Checking in with everybody!” Hartley shouted from his bed.  “Are you all alive and well?”

“Yo!” said Joey.

“Here!” Lashawn called, an air of desperation in her voice.

“Flash be with us,” Cicada intoned, which was the only answer he ever gave.

“Yeah, I’m okay…jerk,” Jeremy muttered.  He was still angry about the beating he’d received from Hartley while escaping during the Frenzy virus incident, and as usual Hartley ignored him.

“I am here,” Roscoe said.

“Idiots,” Dr Alchemy grumbled from his desk, unbothered by the prison’s bedtime rules, just as he was indifferent to everything else.  Sometimes he chose to respond to the safety roll call and sometimes he didn’t. 

“Here and tired,” Fallout said from his heavily shielded cell, even though he was certain nobody could hear him behind all the lead cladding and the electrical activity in the room.  He would have been heartened to know that Hartley heard him, as it was almost the only human contact he was able to make with anyone.

“I’m fine,” Isaac Bowin declared.

“Present, but suffering terribly from the lack of an audience!” Kadabra announced in the grandiose tone everyone knew to expect from him.

But one prisoner didn’t answer.

“Turtle, are you there?  Are you still alive?  Turtle..?” Hartley shouted, a bit concerned.  He had no great love for the Turtle nor any other of his fellow inmates, but he’d decided that the Pipeline prisoners should maintain a sense of solidarity because nobody else cared about their welfare.

There was no response for about thirty seconds, and then finally the Turtle grunted loudly.  “…Yes… I`m…. okay….”

The new guard frowned and looked at his colleague, wondering why they let the activity continue.  “Is this normal?"

“Yeah, ever since that Piper guy showed up, they do it every night at the same time.  We tried to crack down on it a while ago, but they fought back and kept doing it, so now Wolfe just pretends it’s not happening.  Some of these goons are a real handful and it’s not worth the grief.”

“All right, stay safe everyone,” Hartley called to the others, though only a few opted to respond to him a second time.  The guard standing outside Hartley’s cell bellowed “Now go the fuck to sleep, scumbags!” and hit the metal door with his nightstick to make an overwhelming sound to hurt the musician’s sensitive ears.

Soon, the Pipeline was quiet aside from the activity of the guards and Lashawn’s soft sobbing into a threadbare pillow.  But nobody slept.

[longitudinalwaveme]

Tournament Round 16: Evan McCulloch (Mirror Master 2) vs The Fiddler

The master of the Mirror Realm faces off against the villainous violin-player from the Golden Age.