#the question is: did barry eat the whole thing? like metal bits and all? did they taste good? or did he just take a bite and collapse

[steakout-05]

holy shit

[ckret2]

So I’ve got a Spotify playlist consisting of the compiled contents of 81 different Alastor-centric playlists, like I just copied the contents of every single playlist I could find with no cultivation, no filtering, and no censoring. The one limitation I put was no duplicates of the same song—although multiple versions of the same song off different albums was allowed.

And since then I’ve been listening to this all-packed-together playlist on shuffle. It’s brought up several comments/questions. Highlights include:

- To every single person that includes a romance song with lines like “baby you’re my angel” or the like: are you a Radiodust shipper actually referring to Angel, or are you a Charlastor shipper referring to Charlie’s “fallen angel” heritage?

- One of you included an entire creepypasta story about the devil talking a man into killing his ex-wife and her lover as part of a 500-step-long plan to conceive the Antichrist and I’m not quite sure why it was on an Alastor playlist but I appreciate the characterization of the devil in it. I guess a creepypasta is kind of a radioplay of sorts? Maybe more Alastor playlists should just have random radioplays mixed in.

- To the person who included half a Kidz Bop album on their Alastor playlist: I’m not judging, I just wanna know why. I want to understand. I really want to understand.

- I respect all you people that included song covers by Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox and I understand where you’re coming from, but like, if you’re not familiar with music genres from before 1990, I suggest you look up which genre a given PMJ cover is trying to emulate, because if you’re stuffing PMJ covers on a playlist specifically to make them “sound like” Alastor’s era or because you’re going for “songs Alastor would like because they sound like what he’s used to,” then a PMJ cover that makes a 1990s song sound like a 1970s song isn’t quite in the right neighborhood.

- There are different philosophies that go into making a character playlist. Some go “the genre has to fit the character’s era and/or personal tastes, whether or not the lyrics do.” Some go “the lyrics have to fit the character, genre be damned.” Some go “these songs were big/popular when I was into this character so that’s what I associated with them.” Some go “these songs are really out there for the canon character but fit my headcanons.” Some people may have totally different criteria I haven’t even thought of! Anyway the point is: when you mix over eighty playlists together, you get every single playlist-making philosophy mixed together, and it’s an exciting experience to listen to.

- And on that note: every single genre on the planet is on this playlist. We’ve got Britney Spears, we’ve got Vocaloid, we’ve got Thomas Sanders (we’ve got a LOT of Thomas Sanders), we’ve got My Chemical Romance, Two Steps from Hell, Barry Manilow, Oingo Boingo, Within Temptation, Madonna, Kesha, Hans Zimmer, ... we’ve got the poppiest pop, emo, metal, electronic, folk, rap, rock, movie soundtracks, TV soundtracks, classical, disco, country, KPop, Carrie Underwood, every single decade for the last 150 years... and I’m deliberately leaving out all the jazz, swing, electroswing, and musicals, because those are a given for Alastor. Obviously those ones dominate the playlist but it’s amazing how much variety there is outside them.

- I’m frankly amazed by how much of this playlist is Thomas Sanders and Bendy and the Ink Machine. Like. It’s a notable quantity.

- That said, actually the playlist doesn’t quite include every single genre. Like, for example: I can tell y’all want to lean into Alastor’s New Orleanian/Louisianan/Creole roots from how many songs I’ve seen that include words like voodoo, Creole, New Orleans, bayou, uhhhh The Princess & the Frog, etc... And yet aside from a few New Orleanian jazz artists so far I have crossed paths with very little Louisianan music compared to, say... Undertale songs. So here. Start with some Cajun, try some Mardi Gras songs, I’m not totally sure how much of this playlist is “actually from Louisiana” and how much is “other people making songs that they think are Louisianan” but try this one anyway, and once you’ve oriented yourself a bit dig in here. I wanna see ten Alastor playlists with one song that includes “Zydeco” in the title or album name, stat. Sure, we know Alastor’s all jazz and swing and musicals, but I sure don’t listen to only three genres, you probably don’t listen to only three genres, and Mr. Radio Guy Whose Public Title Includes The Word “Radio” Who Likes Bursting Spontaneously Into Musical Numbers probably listens to more genres than you and me combined, and those genres probably started with what was local & accessible & common around where he grew up.

- Then again I haven’t listened to this whole playlist yet, sometimes I put it on shuffle and sometimes I put it in alphabetical order to try to slowly work through it from top to bottom (I’ve made it mostly through the C’s) so maybe y’all hid the Cajun & Creole music down in the D’s. But lemme say this: while randomly shuffling through the playlist, I’ve randomly run into multiple Irish drinking songs & shanties, and randomly run into zero zydeco, so like from those of you who follow the “music that sounds like what the character listens to” philosophy of playlist-making, non-jazz Louisianan music could use a lil more representation. If there’s room for twenty-six Billie Eilish songs there’s room for one BeauSoleil song. (I’m partial to “L’ouragon,” but you do you)

- Somewhere in this massive mixed playlist there are three parody medleys of Disney songs rewritten to be like “here are grimdark edgy lyrics about all of the terrible real-world things happening to the cultures depicted in these Disney movies!” and like, okay, I can see why that merits inclusion in an Alastor playlist, his big moment in the pilot was “take an optimistic song worthy of a Disney princess and rewrite it with grimdark edgy lyrics,” but those three songs still annoy the hell out of me because the specific way they frame the concept of their songs is that Disney movies/songs are “full of lies” and these songs reveal the lies. And then it’s things like... “Aladdin got captured and interrogated by the CIA,” which is definitely a thing that happened to a character living in an ambiguous time period that predates the existence of the United States, much less the CIA, much less the CIA’s meddling in the middle east, by several centuries. Disney was definitely lying about the reality of Aladdin’s day-to-day existence by not depicting American imperialism that predates America. Or “the characters in The Princess & the Frog have to deal with the fallout of Hurricane Katrina,” like, yeah, Disney sure is pulling the wool over our eyes by dishonestly denying the devastating consequences the 2005 hurricane had on 1920s New Orleans. Listen the lyrics are clever and all the things they discuss are real salient social issues but it still drives me nuts that the songs are framed like they’re revealing “lies” being told when half of the movies are taking place in (fantasy versions of!) time periods or locations where the issues they’re discussing didn’t apply, if they’d just framed that one line differently— Okay, okay, I’m finished, I’m done, I’ve got it out of my system

- Every single love song makes me go “are you imagining this song with a ship (and if so which ship) or do you just think Alastor would be into this song?” The question goes double for songs from the 20s/30s, because the odds that they added it to their playlist just because they think Alastor would like the song increases.

- On the other hand, if whoever added “A Formidable Marinade” isn’t a Charlastor shipper I will eat my hat. Also nice work on the gory cannibalism sex song.

- Every once in a while I’ll run into a song that makes me go, now how the heck did you end up on an Alastor playlist? Does this song line up with someone’s very specific headcanons and/or fanfic plot? Do they think Alastor would like this song? Did they happen to like the song and like Alastor at the same time and so they associate them with each other? Examples: “I Got You (I Feel Good)”, “iRobot” (is it the emotionlessness of being post-death?? do they headcanon that he’s got radio hardware replacing his guts?? is it a post-breakup ship song??), “Greensleves”, “Barbra Streisand” (the song, not the singer), “Jolene,” “The Last Steampunk Waltz,” “Seven Nights in Eire,” “Cruel Angel’s Thesis,” and the person who included half a Kidz Bop album, please, I just wanna talk—

- Every time I hear a song that includes the words “hell,” “sinner,” “smile,” or “radio,” I go, “Haha. Nice.”

- An incomplete list of songs that amused me for how on point they are: “Hotel California” (how often do you have a fandom where “Hotel California” is actually very blatantly fitting without having to twist through an extended & convoluted metaphorical interpretation?), “The Hunting Song,” “The Axeman’s Jazz,” and “Time Again”

- I sort of hate whoever put “Circus” by Britney Spears in their playlist and made me realize that lyrically it’s a perfect Alastor song because it is.

- *scrolls past six versions of “I’m Always Chasing Rainbows”* Haha. Nice.

- *scrolls past five versions of “It Don’t Mean A Thing (If It Ain’t Got That Swing)”* Haha. Nice.

- *scrolls past a song from Bambi* Haha. Nice.

- *scrolls past five versions of “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile”* Haha. Nice.

- *scrolls past eleven versions of “Sing Sing Sing”* Haha. Nice.

- What’s with those of y’all putting steampunk songs in Alastor playlists? Listen, listen: steampunk vibes are for Sir Pentious. Swing vibes are for Alastor. Don’t cross the streams. Take your steampunk songs and make Sir Pentious playlists with them. He could use more playlists.

- The playlist includes 39 songs that include “smile” somewhere in the title.

[dirtyblupjeans]

Anal plug (public, under clothes), kinktober day 7

“Okay,” Barry agreed. 

He looked nervous - he often was - but there was more on his face than that. Lup could read determination there. And a little bit of excitement.

“Really?” she asked. Somehow, she hadn’t really expected him to agree.

“Yeah, if you want to, I’ll do it.”

Lup climbed into his lap, the desk chair groaning under their combined weight. “Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?”

He smiled at her, that sweet smile that she’d been hooked on since the first time she’d seen it. “Maybe,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “But I always love to hear it. I always love you.”

She kissed him then stood, tugging his hand to get him out of the chair. “So are we doing this today?”

“I guess so,” he said. “I’ll, uh, go get ready I guess.”

“Let me know if you need help, babe.”

~

When Barry came out of the bathroom he was looking decidedly nervous. 

“You can back out, babe,” Lup told him softly. “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.”

“It’s… uh, it’s okay. I’m willing to try it.”

She’d gotten out the smallest metal plug they had. She had it, a towel, and lube waiting on the bed. They’d both used butt plugs before. This was the first time he’d agreed to wear one in public, though. 

“Do you want me to put it in?” she asked.

“Yeah, uh, sure, if you want.”

She stopped him with a gentle touch on his shoulder. “Hey,” she said, “I’d like to. ‘Red’ if you change your mind at any time, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. He bit his lip then repeated, “Yeah, okay.”

Lup tugged his boxers down. His cock was half hard and she had to remind herself not to get distracted. She pulled the chair over in front of him. “Lean over.”

Barry bent, planting his forearms on the seat. She nudged his foot and he spread his stance in response. 

Lup caressed a hand over his ass then went to the bed for the plug and lube. She dumped a liberal amount in her hand and then rubbed it over the plug, making sure it was covered. Once it was prepared she pushed it gently against his asshole, watching it stretch then take in the tip of the plug. 

Barry’s breaths were calm and regular so she kept pushing. It wasn’t a large plug so it didn’t take long to fit it into place. Once it was seated, she wiggled it slightly. “Good?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he answered. He took a deep breath then let it out. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“Okay, go sit on the towel and I’ll help you get dressed in a sec. Gonna go wash my hands.”

He nodded and straightened. His cock was much harder now. She really wanted to take him out, tease him, torture him a little, before bringing him home and fucking him but, damn, it was tempting to skip those middle steps and jump him right this minute.

When she came back out of the bathroom, he was waiting patiently. She tended to be overzealous with the lube which was fine except she knew he’d worry about it showing through on his pants. 

She helped him with his boxers and jeans, appreciating the way he moved more carefully, timidly. She liked getting to dote on him, but combining that with the added sexual charge made her enjoy it even more.

Barry stood up and tucked himself into place then zipped his jeans. Lup ran her hand over the bulge in his pants before fastening the button then buckling his belt. He watched her as she worked, she could feel his eyes on her face. 

When she finished she met his gaze. “I love you so fucking much,” she told him, her voice husky. She kissed him, mouths parting and lips banging on teeth as they kissed almost frantically.

She cupped her hand on his ass, squeezing, then pulled away from the kiss. “Come on,” she said, reaching for his hand, “cause if we don’t go now, I’m gonna have to pull those jeans right back off of you.”

He offered her a smile and took her hand. 

~

They’d walked for a while, Barry clutching her hand tighter when the thing shifted in his ass. Lup loved knowing how aware of it he was. The erection trapped in his jeans wasn’t helping him walk any easier, either. 

She pulled him to a stop. “Can you retie my boot for me, babe?” she asked, giving him a devilish smile.

Barry met her eyes for a moment, watching the enjoyment on her face. He knelt in front of her slowly, then sat gently back on his heels. Picking up her foot, he placed it on his thigh and untied her lace then retied it, taking his time. She leaned on his shoulder with one hand, feeling surprisingly affected by the whole procedure.

Fuck. She’d intended to tease him by asking him to bend down to retie her shoe but she was feeling pretty teased herself. Knowing he was feeling that burn and press but still did this for her… And damn, the way he did it, with her foot propped on his thigh? Lup was becoming increasingly ready to cut their outing short. 

Okay, she thought. One more stop.

“Thanks, babe,” she told him as he slid her foot back to the ground. She helped him stand again, still feeling a little keyed up. “How about we go grab something to eat then, uh,” stepping closer to him, she ran her hand down his chest, “head home and have dessert?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him dramatically, her ears twitching with the motion.

Barry was staring at her mouth. “Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” she questioned, sliding her hand further down his shirt. 

Quickly, Barry realized his mistake and grabbed her hand. He embarrassed far more easily than she did. “Almost anything,” he promised. “Just short of public indecency, maybe?”

“Spoilsport.” 

Instead of letting go of her hand, he tugged her fingers away from his belt - or anything further south - and resumed walking the way they’d been going earlier. “Did you have a place in mind?”

“How about that little train car diner down the street? That good with you?”

“Sure.”

They wove their fingers together and kept walking. Lup’s mind was not at all on the diner or dinner. Instead, she was thinking about getting Barry out of those pants the minute they got home. 

When they arrived at the diner, the place was crowded. “There’s two at the counter,” Lup pointed out, gesturing towards a pair of red cushioned, swiveling bar stools towards the end.

“Uh, yeah,” Barry said, following her slowly. “Great.”

Barry was behind her and couldn’t see her devilish grin. These stools were exactly why she’d picked the place. Between the height and the swiveling, it’d be impossible for him to forget the toy in his ass.

Lup hopped up on one of the empty seats, then turned to grin at him.

“You’re the devil,” he told her with a half grin, shaking his head. 

“Love you too, babe,” she answered. 

Taking his seat, Barry moved gingerly. Once he was settled, Lup reached over and put her hand on his thigh. “You’re doing great, babe,” she said. Patting his leg ‘accidentally’ too hard, she knocked him spinning slightly. 

“And I repeat, you are the devil,” he told her, narrowing his eyes comically at her as he caught his foot on the prop bar and 

“You love it,” she teased.

“I do.”

“Hey there! Y’all ready to order?” 

Lup gave Barry a ‘busted!’ look and turned to the waitress on the other side of the bar. “Hi, sure, we’ll take two hamburgers, one with cheese, one without, two orders of fries, and two ice teas.”

The waitress glanced at Barry and joked, “You having anything?” 

Barry smiled and answered, “Nah, but she’s hungry.”

“Have that up for ya in a minute,” she answered, sliding her pen over her ear. “Let me know if you need anything.”

The two of them chatted idly while they waited, Lup periodically bumping Barry’s knee with her own just to tease him. Then she noticed he was talking less. “You still good, babe?” 

“Yeah, just, uh, getting… uncomfortable.” 

“Do we need to go?”

“No… that,” he answered, glancing around. “The, uh, other situation.”

Lup’s eyebrows pulled down slightly. Then she noticed the bulge in the front of his pants. “OHhhhh,” she said. “Okay, well, if you don’t want to go…” She looked around the restaurant. “Oh, there’s a booth free over there now. Want to switch to a table?”

“Yeah,” he said gratefully. “I think that’d help.”

Lup hopped off her stool and headed towards the table so no one could grab it before they got to it. Once again Barry was behind her and unable to see the wicked grin she was wearing.

The table hadn’t even been cleared of the last customer’s meal. Lup stood aside to let Barry slide into the booth first then caught the waitresses attention to let her know they’d relocated. Once the woman nodded her understanding, Lup slid in next to Barry. 

“Better?” she asked.

“Yeah, thanks.”

He’d barely gotten the words out before her hand was sliding up his thigh.

“That’s not helping,” he warned.

“Mmmm, are you sure?” she asked, rubbing her hand over the tight bulge in his denim. 

“I…”

“Hey, folks, I’ll get this cleaned up for ya real quick!”

They both turned overly bright smiles towards the busboy as he began gathering the dishes and trash from the table. Lup’s body was blocking most of what her hand was doing so she continued her teasing while he worked.

Beside her, Barry had turned into a statue. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing. Leaning against him, she turned and kissed his jaw. “You okay, babe?”

“Yup!” he said, his voice clipped.

Laughing, she kept right on teasing him, stroking the length of his cock through his pants. 

She only paused as the busboy finished gathering everything and began to wipe the table down. He was having to reach towards the back of the booth so, while Barry was fair game, she didn’t want to make the employee uncomfortable.

“Thanks so much!” she told him as he finished. He grinned back at her as he carried off the bin of dishes to the kitchen.

Turning back to Barry, she teased, “Now, what was it I was doing…?” 

“Did I mention what a torturous demon you are?”

“Oh, I am, am I? Who is it that likes to drag things out until I’m about to lose my mind? Any recollection of who that might be, Mr. Bluejeans?”

“Okay, but, you love it.”

She made a face like she was considering it, pursing her lips tightly. “Hmmm.” For all her acting, her hand was still stroking his cock, making it nearly impossible for him to focus on her answer. 

“Generally, yeah, I do. In the moment, I’m...impatient.”

“Yeah,” he said, sucking in a breath. “Okay, slow up, Lup, please.”

Obligingly, she moved her hand. The waitress brought their food over and set it in front of them. Lup thanked her and made sure the cheeseless burger went in front of Barry. But a good portion of her attention was listening to the measured way he was breathing. It was a sound she’d grown accustomed to over the years with him. He could ride that edge, keep her riding that edge forever it seemed. A part of her really wanted to tease him past that point right here at the table but considering this was the first time he’d worn the plug out in public for her, she was trying to behave.

Barry picked up his iced tea and took a long drink. When he set it back down he took another of those slow, measured breaths.

Showily, Lup used both hands to pick up her burger, grinning at him as she took a bite. She watched him pick up a fry and bite it thoughtfully, keeping an eye on her. 

After she chewed her mouthful, she laughed and nudged him with her shoulder. Taking pity on him, she told him, “You’re safe. Go ahead and eat and I’ll keep my hands to myself.” She grabbed a fry from his plate and popped it in her mouth, slightly invalidating her trustworthiness at keeping her hands to herself. “At least until we get home,” she promised.

He raised an eyebrow but picked up his own hamburger and took a bite.

They finished their meal mostly in silence, both of them darting looks at one another. Every now and again one would steal a fry from the other’s plate, making a game of it. Sometimes she’d bite at the fry as he took it. Other times she’d use her own fry but dip it in his ketchup. 

Once they were finished, Lup slid out of the seat. “I’ll take care of the bill,” she told him. “You okay to leave?” She raised an eyebrow indicating she wasn’t asking if he wanted more food.

“Yeah,” he answered, understanding her question. “Things have, uh, calmed down a little.”

“Disappointing,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. “But that can be remedied.”

He slid out of the bench seat and followed her to the register to pay. Standing behind her, he rubbed her shoulders while they waited in line. Practically melting into him, Lup leaned into his touch. “Mmm, that’s really nice,” she said. Her head was leaned back enough that he could see she’d closed her eyes. He smiled and continued rubbing her shoulders, nudging her when it was their turn to pay.

Handing over a generous tip to both waitress and busboy on their way out, the two of them fell into step together.

“This was nice,” he said as they got outside.

“Yeah?” she asked, surprised. “Really?”

“Well, I meant just spending time with you, but yeah, it’s… been interesting.”

Lup grinned at him and squeezed his hand. Then she moved in closer to him, swinging his arm around her shoulders. “Does that mean I’m absolved of my earlier promise?”

“Which promise was that?” he asked. Their hips bumped together as they walked. Even after decades together, it was an art to walk so closely. She enjoyed it though, especially the little hisses he made from time to time as the bumps helped… shift things.

“To keep my hands to myself.”

“Ah,” he answered without actually answering her real question.

“Well?”

“I’m considering.”

“Well, I’ll remind you what the other half of our agreement was. You did this and later, I wear the remote toy in public?”

“You make an excellent argument.”

“I do,” she said with a grin. 

“It is only fair,” he agreed. 

Instantly, Lup pulled him to the edge of the sidewalk and towards the building they were passing. She pressed him to the wall and kissed him intently. 

Surprised, Barry enthusiastically returned her kiss, pushing back towards her. With a forceful shove on his hips, she banged his ass back against the brick wall. 

He flinched but didn’t break the kiss and she pushed harder against him, grinding against his hips. Pulling his mouth free for a moment, he whispered, “My own, personal demon.”

Lup laughed and nipped at his bottom lip then kissed him some more. When they broke apart this time they both struggled to catch their breath.

“Come on,” she said finally, burying her fingers in his front pocket and tugging him forward. “Let’s get you home so I can really torment you.”

[hanaxjeong]

Birth of Velocity

(( OOC: so I'm gonna do a little preface to this whole self-para thing. Caus I don't know all the potential trigger warnings I should include, this is kind of the warning before the full thing.

Plus I wanted to tag people in CCPD and Team Flash so that those in the CCPD, if they want to do an investigation into Hana's place while she is missing they can get details in this.

Team Flash people will be tagged because of the end of the story. Also because this whole thing kind of effects them. I will probably also tag Main just so the admins can make sure not to miss the story.

Also Hana has been missing since December 3rd (since I said it was a week til Barry and Iris' wedding which was on the 9th) and I figured Hana might show back up either on the 19th or potentially later but still within December.

Also also for the Admins I decided to change the potential speedster name for Hana. Slipstream sounded weird and clunky the longer I thought about it. So title gives the new name!

CCPD: @detectivechristiansingh , @detectivexspivot , @struckbylightningflash

Team Flash: @viberamon , @speedsterxs , @lightningtotem , @elcngation

Main: @centralcitysfinest-rp

Hopefully that is everyone that needs to be tagged. If I missed someone let me know and I'll fix it! Enjoy!))

Hana sat at her desk and let out a soft sigh as she looked at the invitation before her. Barry Allen and Iris West Wedding. She was happy for the Forensics Scientist, but part of her felt awkward since she didn't really know her co-worker well enough to be invited to his wedding.

Running a hand though her hair she figured she would RSVP to the event, even easier to hand it over since the Forensics Lab was just a short walk away. Taking the invite to Barry's office she noticed he wasn't there.

"Must of gone home early." She said to herself as she placed the RSVP on his desk. Hana knew she would have to go get some fancy clothes, but she still had plenty of time, the wedding wasn't for another week or so.

Heading back downstairs to her desk she had noticed Joe missing as well. She had chalked it up to him helping Barry, or Iris get ready for the wedding. Taking a seat she looked at her case before her.

Missing people from the mall, and unlike those that had died, these were humans. They had no powers yet they still went missing. It was odd, but she had worked missing persons cases before.

Looking over the case a few more seconds she closed it. She wasn't going to get any answers looking at what little info they had. Storing the case in her desk she made her to the Captain's office to let him know she talked with him a bit before heading home.

Once she was home she, Hana ran a hand through her hair before heading to kitchen she opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. "Home sweet home." She muttered to herself as she popped the bottle cap off.

Taking a seat on her sofa she turned on the news, but quickly changed it from Channel 52. After she finished her drink she went to take a shower. Letting the warm water rush over her body Hana heard the sound of breaking glass.

Her mind started to race, but she calmly got out of the shower grabbing a towel. Hana left the water running. Walking over to her bed she reached behind the nightstand to pull out a hand gun.

Checking her house, she noticed a baseball sitting on her kitchen floor with broken glass. Letting out a sigh, she walked back to the bathroom to turn off the shower. After drying off and getting dressed she put the gun back where it belonged.

Grabbing the baseball, she headed to her neighbor's house. After talking with them for a while, she headed back to clean up the broken glass. Once it was cleaned up she headed to her bedroom.

On her wall was a copy of a case file from Coast City Police Department. The center of her web of the casefile was a picture of her father. Taking a look over the information on the wall, her lips pulled to the side. The information was getting jumbled with her current case. She needed sleep.

The next morning Hana looked over at her phone. The display read 5:45 AM. Early, but she was used to it. Getting up she got dressed to go jogging.

As she looked through her closet she noticed her surfing suit. "Why did I bring you to Central?" She questioned as she looked at it. Pushing it aside, she grabbed the jogging outfit.

This time she had hoped she wouldn't run into a criminal like she had a while back when she ran into Snart, or at least a version of Snart. Looking at the time she let out a sigh. 6:05 AM. She was running behind on her usual schedule.

Putting in her earbuds she turned on her running mix, which amounted to the sounds of the ocean. It helped calm her and helped her think things through. There was plenty on her mind she needed to think through.

Setting out on her route, Hana let her mind wander through everything going on. As she jogged her mind thought of everything that had been going on since she moved to Central City. The Revelation of Flashpoint, Metas, The Flash, the Attack on Central City Mall, Missing people. It was all so much.

Pre-Flashpoint. Her mind focused on that. A timeline that no longer exsisted. A time when her father lived and she was a meta. Not only a meta, but a superhero named Snapshot.

Her focus was ripped from the sounds of the ocean, of a timeline long since past, of a hero that didn't exist. Looking at who she bumped into, she looked at the man. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place it.

The man bothered her and she pulled out her cellphone to get ready to call the cops. She heard a scream and she looked over at the direction. It was just a few kids playing.

Lowering her phone she had forgotten about the man behind her. Taking a step forward her mind snapped back to the man she bumped into. Of course she couldn't get one jog without bumping into a criminal.

Turning around Hana found that she had more than Norvok to deal with. She didn't get to far before metal clasped around her mouth and her phone shattered by a metal fragment. Amunet Black. The only meta bold enough to kidnap someone in broad daylight.

Hana couldn't move, at least not without risk of getting killed. Her vision started to blur, the world felt out of synch. The last thing she could focus on was Amunet, at least until everything went dark.

When she finally woke up she was in a concrete room. At least she woke up in a bed, but she noticed her shoes were missing. "Well great." She commented. Looking around she didn't see much.

A single door, a light, the bed she woke up on, a toilet, a swirling symbol painted on the wall and no windows. She had seen solitary rooms in prisions that were homier than the room she was in. Getting up she walked around the room.

A camera in the corner. "Good. No privacy." She said as she saw the camera. Rubbing her temples she knew one simple truth that it had to be at least the same day. "Who the hell are you?" She asked looking at the camera.

Pacing back and forth for a bit she sat back down on the bed. Eventually a slat opened in the door and a tray of food slid in. Looking at it she was weary of it. "You really expect me to eat that after you drugged me already?" She asked.

"Why am I talking? No one is gonna respond." Hana said to herself. It wasn't long before her stomach growled. She cursed to herself about not having eaten before her run. She was weary of the food, but she needed to eat.

Cautiously making her way over to the food tray, Hana inspected it. Finger foods. Who ever gave her the food wasn't going to risk her storing away a utensil, even the tray was made of paper.

"Great. You might as well just get me Big Belly Burger if you're gonna be cheap." She said. Though she knew it was useless. Hana could hear muffled talking just outside her door, but she couldn't make out what was being said.

For now she had to survive. She needed to set up a routine to track time. She couldn't lose track of it otherwise she would lose sense of how long she had been missing.

After she had eaten she looked around, her eyes once again settled on the camera. It was too high up for her to mess with, and her bed was bolted to the ground. Letting out a sigh she sat back down on the bed.

It was easy for her to fall into a routine, each day she spent exercising. Each day she was served three meals, at night they dimmed the lights. Despite her best to keep track of how long she was missing, Hana was slowly losing track of time.

As she was doing situps, the door started to unlock. Standing up she watched as the door swing open. Right in front of her was a scientist with two guards behind her. "You've been keeping in shape." The woman said.

"It passes the time." Hana said as she took stock of the guards. "So you clearly kidnapped me for a reason." She added.

The scientist gave a soft chuckle. "Kidnapping is such a terrible word. We needed test subjects and you're the perfect specimen." The scientist said.

"You had Amunet Black kidnap me, locked me in this room and now you want to say that I'm what.. a test subject?" Hana asked. "You can go fuck yourself if you think I'm a willing test subject." She added.

"If I thought you were a willing subject then I wouldn't have these guards. We know that you have the potential to be very rebellious." The scientist said. "However it is your turn finally, so come along. I'd hate to have these two drag you out." She said turning to walk away.

Hana stayed where she was. "Ugh hit her with the Sonic blasters." The scientist said. The two guards raised their guns at her. Hana fell to the ground covering her ears.

"That's enough." The scientist said. The sound faded, but the ringing still filled her ears. The two guards walked over and dragged her away from her cell. The world was out of focus, she couldn't make out anything that was being said, or where she was being taken.

By the time her vision focused she was strapped to a table. Above her was a massive machine, a heart monitor beeped next to her. "Where ..." She barely managed to say. Hana had noticed that there was no one around.

The machine above her sprung to life. The orb end gathered electricity that danced around it. As she watched the electricity, Hana recognized it. It was the same as when the Flash ran.

"How did...." She tried to speak. Hana was cut off by the bolt of lighting that struck her. Her scream of pain was muffled by the lightning. As the bolt dissipated, the sound of the heart monitor grew louder.

Beeping. Beeping faster. Then a rush of scientist trying to stop her from dying, but Hana didn't feel like she was dying. Sure her whole body felt like it was on fire, but things seemed to of slowed down. Or had they?

"She is crashing! We need to stabilize her right now damn it!" One scientist shouted. Everything started to fade again. The heart monitor beeped faster and faster til a flat line was heard.

When Hana had woken up, she was in an alleyway, her body hurt like hell. How did she end up where she was. "Ugh ..." She groaned. Trying to stand up was a bad idea as she fell back to her knees.

"Hey you okay?" Someone asked her. Looking up she rubbed her forehead. "Uhm. Yeah. Just to much to drink last night." She lied.

The person had moved on with their day. Hana saw a nearby thrown away paper. She had been gone for some time, she had missed the wedding, she had missed worked. As she tried to read the paper she felt it shaking.

Looking at her hands she noticed it vibrating at a fast pace. "What the?" She asked curiously. She gripped her wrist trying to stop it. "No no no. Please stop." She said letting out an exhale trying to calm herself.

"Think Hana...." She said to herself. "Where can I go? Work wouldn't understand. The Flash. I need the Flash." She said aloud. Closing her eyes she tried to think of where he might be. S.T.A.R. Labs popped to mind. Taking a step forward, her body reacted on its own.

In an instant she was in the cortex of S.T.A.R. Labs. Though it was a less than graceful entrance. She had practically tripped as she tried to stop. Looking around she saw no signs of anyone being there. The only good thing was the Flash suit before her.

Standing up, she brushed off her damaged jogging outfit. She was surprised it hadn't been burned to a crisp when the lightning hit her. Looking down she noticed her shoes had been returned. "Where are you Flash?" She asked herself as she felt her hand vibrating again.

[pencilscratchins]

what are your top five favorite moments from taz? i love your taz art, are you planning on doing more of it??

aww thank you! I do, but probably just as inspiration comes!! I have no plans as of right now haha!! but- fuck this is a hard question! there are so god damn many. I’m intensely into storytelling (I’m an Enlgish major homies) so I’m about to go OFF on yous, so it’s time for Patented Rebecca Under Cut. 

I’m going to try to avoid some more commonly favorite scenes- not because they’re not amazing! But stuff like “arms outstretched” and “chug and squeeze”- like I looooove them- but they get a lot of praise, so I’m gonna try to shine some light on some underappreciated stuff! I mean theres barely any underappreciated moments because again Griffin did the most with this campaign, like hey’re all amazing. also spoilers obviously.

5) Kind of a Shitty Wizard from Murder of the Rockport Limited Episode 12. I mean, it’s just hilarious. Jenkins is probably my favorite big bad, because sweet christmas- his interactions with the Tres Horny Boys are just fucking hilarious and this goof is one of the best running gags in the entire campaign- I’m, of course, talking about Taako bullying Jenkins on refusing to burn sell slots to do his job and then eating a carrot stick. I literally have a note on my phone that has the time stamp and episode of every reference to this that’s how much this makes me laugh. This isn’t really underappreciated, but fuck do I love it.

4) I Can Fuck Any Onion I Want! (Hurley’s Sacrifice) Petals to the Metal Episode 27. Hurley’s sacrifice is one of the most iconic and heartbreaking and tear jerking scenes in the entire podcast, and I was admittedly a LITTLE off put by it until Griffin a) owned up to the fault he accidentally fell into bury your gays and then b) unburied his gays, but now on my second listen. God, it is beautiful. HOWEVeR, her sacrifice and the conversation with the sash holds home with my absolute favorite Merle moment possibly of all time. I mean Petals to the Metal has great Merle moments all around but Clint is just fucking hilarious and this exchange was such a good break from the heartbreak, it just has a special place in my heart.

3) A Really Good Day from Stolen Century Episode 65. I don’t get a chance to talk about this a lot, but I have an extremely close relationship with my brothers- ever since we were kids, they’re probably my best friends- so sibling relationships in media will always, always, always be my favorite but they are rarely done well. It’s the reason why I got into McElroy products in the first place- their relationships with each other reflects my relationship with my brothers almost to a tee- so obviously, as brothers, Griffin and Justin do Taako and Lup so beautifully. They have so many great moments together, but this will probably be my favorite (okay maybe “count the shells” is my favorite but thATS NOT A SCENE) because of the line “I love Barry with all my heart… but [you]… you are my heart.”  This is one of those rare moments that legitimately made me cry- I’m a little bit of a wimp, I tear up a lot at things, but I was full on WEEPING at this part. 

2) Barry’s Back from the Suffering Game Episode 57. God the Red Robe plot line is so good. Travis does such a cool thing with Magnus completely not knowing how to handle keeping a secret, then the reveal… but like god. This cannot be topped. Like the decision to bring Barry back is probably one of Griffin’s strongest and the slow reveal of his identity is just phenomenal. What I love the most about it is like… he listened to the fandom- people wanted Barry back, even as a joke- but he did it in a way no one was really expecting. It was such a moment of utter awe- I went into the cast with no spoilers and I’m so glad I did because I was speechless when this happened- people have said this before, but Griffin going fuck it and calling renaming that long ass serious name as Barry Bluejeans is the moment I realized I was gonna love this podcast, because like. They threw convention out the window and made DnD their medium not a set of rules. The whole part of bringing him back and the way he did it… just amazing. LIKE who can make a fucking pair of jeans sound SO DRAMATIC and NOT be a joke? It’s so fucking good. AND CLINT LAUGHING AS HE FIGURES IT OUT IS SO GOOD. 

1) The Bank Scene (Isaak’s Diary) from The Eleventh Hour Episode 46. Oh my god. So I think I’ve said this before but The Eleventh Hour is my favorite arc, hands down, so I challenged myself to only pick one scene from this arc. It was down to “you’re going to be amazing” and this but this won because scene is just… oh god it’s so. fucking. good. Literally, everything is phenomenal- this is the longest selection because from the moment Taako goes “there’s a mole!” to the end of the episode is amazing. Like them fucking up the plan, to Merle commanding the wrong guard, to Magnus throwing Taako (”Taako gets the gold”!)- its probably one of the most text book Tres Horny Boys scene ever lmao. And then, like Griffin reading the diary entry with the music in the background as the clay is drowning them- and the fucking “Junebug”… Honestly, I’ve listened to it so many times, but every time I get chills GOD! Eleventh Hour has probably my favorite overall music, and like I don’t think there’s a better cinematic point where Griffin uses it than this scene. It feeLS like a movie, you listen to it and you see it- god I just can’t explain how much I LOVE this scene! Hands down, my favorite moment.

OKAY THAT WAS REALLY HARD BECAUSE FUCK I LOVE THIS PODCAST BUT YEAH. Those are some of my favorites- I love basically every second though tbh lmao

[dragon-moms]

Entry 158 - Baroness

Conquest continues.

Experiments to open the door at first proved fruitless.

“It should be working, right?” an exhausted Philly said from the floor. It normally took a lot of energy for her to cast, and the enchantment on the door was very large and clearly required a good deal of power.

“Perhaps it is simply a problem with the song,” I said. “Perhaps the same song is not relevant to every spell, much like we use different sets of ritual lines for different purposes.”

“So we just can’t get in?” Philly asked. “Maybe we can start modifying the song?”

“Perhaps,” I said. “Allow me to think on it.”

We eventually tried several variations, but to no effect.

Eventually, however, my creation, Merry, and Dagger ran in with the song in question.

Dagger really had figured out how to control eir visions. But ey did not talk to me.

Inside the chamber was a massive set of ritual lines, covering an overwhelming amount of space.

“What could it do?” Philly asked, on her mother’s shoulder. “Something that big, it could do anything, really…”

“Yes,” I said. “It could.”

“In the vision Dagger showed us to learn the song, it was stated whatever was in this room makes a White Dragon rise,” Myrmidon said. “This may be our goal.”

“...I will study it,” I said.

Merry and Myrmidon looked after my exhausted apprentice as I attempted to figure out the ritual lines. It would be easier if I could get a view of them from above, but I had no such option, as the chamber was not large enough for me to fly.

“Dagger?” I asked the air, hoping ey were listening. Eir ability to float could prove useful in seeing the ritual as a whole.

But ey did not answer me.

“My child, may I ask a favor?” I said.

There was nothing.

I took a moment. But there was important work to be done. I continued looking over the ritual lines.

Everyone else eventually went to eat and rest. But I did not feel like I had a grasp on the ritual yet. And so I kept working.

“Any ideas yet, Barry?”

I was caught off-guard as Flare spoke to me.

“You are still here,” I said.

“Yep! I’m going to help,” he said, smiling. “But I don’t know anything about magic, so you’ll have to guide me and stuff.”

“I… am unsure if I need help at this juncture,” I said. “I am simply trying to parse its construction.”

“Oh, okay! That sounds nifty!” Flare said. And then he waited for me to continue.

“I… what should I… explain…” I said.

“Tell me about how it’s made!” he said.

I took a moment. “It is… complicated,” I said. “It is designed to work on both dragons of the four lineages we are used to, and smaller targets, perhaps humans.”

“Neat! How did you know that?” he asked.

I walked him to the center of the room. “You can see the two sets of lines, where one would normally put an object, perhaps. But at this scale, a person seems most probable.”

He nodded, like he understood. “Anything else?”

“It uses the energy of my apprentice and the White dragons,” I said, pointing to one of the enclosed shapes. “This is not surprising, but makes it harder to understand.”

Flare nodded again.

“...that is all so far. I am still working on figuring out the basics of this form of ritual.”

“Oh! Okay!” Flare said. “So how can I help?”

“You… likely cannot,” I said.

“Aww, I’m sure I can though, let’s see… so you still don’t know what it does, right?”

“Correct.”

“And if you knew what it did, it would be easier to work backwards?” he asked.

“...that is… very likely,” I said.

“Okay, so I’ll help you with that!” Flare said, grinning. “It makes an egg!”

I looked at him. “How do you know that?” I asked.

“Well, I’m not a dummy, you know? I just read the sign!”

“The sign…?” I asked.

“Sure!”

“...show me this sign,” I said.

I followed Flare back to the door, and out. He pointed to a carving above it, depicting a White dragon next to an egg. “See? You put a sign over a chamber to say what’s in it and stuff.”

“It is a carving,” I said. “Not a sign.”

“Basically the same thing,” he said.

I considered it, and then walked back into the chamber.

“Is that helpful?” he asked.

“Please be quiet for a moment,” I said.

I looked over the lines. I had studied the creation of physical objects before, of course, but it was often much more effective to have such a thing crafted, especially with Myrmidon willing to lend assistance. But now that I had an angle to search, I could see it, on one of the corners: a base dedicated to the creation of things. I found lines I felt confident were creating eggshell, though they were flanked by lines I was unfamiliar with, so I did not know the full extent.

“...I believe you are correct,” I said.

Flare just grinned at me. “See? Sometimes the answer is just right there, you know? Don’t always have to break your skull thinking about it.”

“I… suppose so,” I said.

Flare tapped the enchanted metal thing on his head. “For example, you know you hurt your child, but you hesitate in taking action because you feel the problem must be so simple it will pass or so complicated you have no time to deal with it. But really, you’re letting yourself get lost in all the complicated stuff, so you don’t have to do the obvious stuff.” He smiled. “That about right?”

“...what are you doing?” I asked.

“Helping! I told you!” Flare said. “Did I help?”

I had been putting off thinking about the problem with the experiment Dagger devised. I had other more pressing concerns. But perhaps, as he said, I was simply avoiding the issue instead.

“Perhaps I should head back and located Dagger,” I said.

“Sounds good to me! I’ll head back too!”

Flare followed me as I flew back to the structures we have been using as our base camp. It made me a bit nervous. I looked back at him, and he grinned happily at me.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked.

“I’m going back to eat!” he said.

“I mean… why do you… want to help me…” I said. “I know I often miss these sorts of social things, and you have taken time to point it out. Though I am unclear as to how you knew.”

“That’s just what I do!” Flare said, smiling. “I help people. And you’re a friend, Barry. And you’ve shown you think I can be helpful! That… means a lot. I know I don’t always inspire confidence in those who don’t believe in Progress… and after my conversation with Merry… well, I mean, I still want to help! I’m a hero! That’s what I do! I just have to try to be smarter about it. Was I smarter about it?”

“I…” I wasn’t sure how to answer that question. “You were helpful…” I said.

“Good!” Flare said, smiling.

As we landed in front of the structure where everyone was eating, Flare went in happily. I carefully stuck my head in. Everyone looked up to look at me. “Excuse me… I... may I speak to Dagger...?”

Myrmidon smiled at everyone, signalling for them to get back to their meal, and came over to me, stepping outside. “Ah, hello, my lady. I am afraid that Dagger does not wish to speak with you at this time.”

“...I see,” I said.

“I do apologize, but ey must do what ey need, you understand,” they said.

“I was hoping to apologize to em and discuss more fully my failure in considering the long term consequences of our experiment,” I said.

I heard the faintest whisper on the air.

“Yes, ey are aware of your intentions, my lady,” Myrmidon said.

I sat there for a moment, processing this.

“I am glad the two of you are now so close,” I finally said.

Myrmidon looked at me, surprised. “Ah, yes?”

“I am glad ey can lean on you, as you are much better versed in these matters,” I said.

“I live to serve, of course,” Myrmidon said, expression making it clear they were still processing the situation. “Especially for my family.”

“Myrmidon, tell me, should I leave em alone for now? Or should I press this issue?”

I thought I heard another whisper, but I could not be sure. “I believe ey will come to you when ey are ready to hear your apology, my lady,” Myrmidon said.

“...alright,” I said. “Please pass along my love. Until then I shall focus on other problems.”

And with that, I walked inside. “Nobody, I am in need of assistance,” I said.

“Sure are announcing a lot of things today,” Gloria said. “Everything alright?”

“...they are acceptable,” I said.

“What?” Nobody asked.

“I need to borrow note-taking things so that I may study the ritual in the chamber we opened.”

“You can’t have my notebooks,” she said. “There’s personal shi… stuff, in there.”

“Just tear out a few sheets of parchment?” Flare said. “Something like that?”

Nobody made a little noise of frustration, and took a breath. “Yeah, sure, you’re right, I guess.” She finished her soup and headed out. “Come on.”

I followed her to where she was staying, and she flipped through notebooks, tearing me out several pages. On the table was a folder. What looked like ritual diagrams appeared to be inside it.

“May I inquire what these are?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, I need you to look at that later. It’s way the fuck over my head, though I’ll try to do what I can before you look at it,” Nobody said.

“What is it a ritual for?” I asked, carefully edging the folder open to look at the first page.

“No idea,” Nobody said. “At first glance it seems to do something to an enchantment, but fuck if I know. There aren’t a lot of notes for me to go on. I just know that it’s very likely Belladonna requested it drawn up from some wizard down here..”

“Would she not have the ability to ask the Father of Magic to construct such ritual?” I asked.

“You’d think. Makes it all the more interesting, doesn’t it?” she said. I could not be sure, but my guess was this fact excited her.

“I believe the chamber is my top priority,” I said. “But I would be happy to assist in this matter once that is dealt with.”

It took Nobody a second, but she said, “Thanks.”

“It is no problem. I am glad to assist a friend.”

“Yeah,” Nobody said, voice sounding different in a way I could not quite place.

“Similarly, thank you for the note-taking materials,” I said. “It will be easier to study the ritual once I can look at it in a more complete fashion.”

“Sure,” she said.

“I shall take my leave,” I said, and headed out.

I took notes for a long time. Eventually, Myrmidon appeared to pick me up.

“I believe you have pushed long enough, my lady. You could use some rest,” they said.

“You are likely correct,” I said. “I have gotten most of the confusing parts of the ritual diagramed, I believe…”

“There will be time to study them tomorrow,” Myrmidon said.

We flew back mostly in silence. It surprised me when I said, “I worry I will never truly connect with Dagger.” But since I had said it, I figured I should continue. “Every time I manage to improve our situation, I once again deal our relationship damage. We are very different people and I am not good at this.”

“Some relationships shall never be perfect, my lady,” Myrmidon said. “As you said, you both are extremely different in many ways. But that does not mean you cannot love and support em. You can both continue to work on building your own version of perfect, yes? And perhaps that perfect is not a situation as close as, say, Merry and Philly, but it can still be a positive for both of you.”

I considered this as I prepared to rest.

I have a lot of work to do in the morning.

I hope that it will not continue to hinder my relationships.