Time IS/WAS a weapon of time

((Hey demons, it’s ya professor.

As you probably have noticed, I haven’t been around. I’ve been busy with life things and other hobbies, and I’ve put this off for far too long, but it’s time I come out and say it:

I will no longer be writing Eobard.

It was a difficult decision for me to make, because god I still love Eobard to death, (and have for centuries) so much, and I love tumblr and all the friends I made here. But running this blog has become too much for me now. I can’t keep up with it, and it’s not fair to those I write with.

However, my RP time has not come to a close, and will soon probably start RPing on discord. More on that at a later date.

If your life lacks an Eobard, my friend Nerdy has recently taken up the role and is doing such a wonderful job with playing him. He has my full approval. He’s over @speedprofessor

I think that’s all I have to say. Thank you all for the memories and the friends I have made. If you want my discord, feel free to IM me.

“...Go on.“

Sarah peeked over at the device, resting her chin on his shoulder.   Personal space was NEVER a concern for her, nor did she mind that he’d doubtless throw her off.  “SEEDS?” she repeated.  “That looks like no plough I have ever seen.”  The metaphor went RIGHT over her head. 

But no imidate action be taken to remove the other from chin rest. Only a reaction of lips folding inward in annoyance for but a second, then folding back out. He’ll remove her in momentarily, there was indeed NO DOUBT. Still working, still focused, concentration on assembling the device could not be broken. The task was ever so important in luring one Barry Allen with time beacon. A trap to be laid for him. But perhaps…perhaps…

Perhaps the other would be useful in aiding in said trap.

“No, it isn’t.– Now..how would you like a new friend…?”

@amaninyellow·        made a permanent contract.

      “ You  SURE  ‘bout   that? ”

Would but head tilt ever so slightly in questioning look at the other. Lips thin, in partial frown upon the face. “You truly DOUBT my expertise, Mr. Lawton“

Sarah stuck out her lower lip in a little pout.  “Thou art NEVER any fun.”  Her hands returned to her waist, resting at the top of her skirts.  “Why dost thou continue to return, if thou will not play with me?”  This man would forever PERPLEX her.  So few men were immune to her siren charms, but she usually managed to get through to them eventually.  But this one seemed COMPLETELY unaffected.  She didn’t understand.

Oh how ends of lips did pull upward forming such a pleased smile. Head looking downward as hands began work on assembling small device. So quickly did they move without use of speed force, so carefully, so naturally. So focused on what he was doing in this moment that world’s distraction seemed to fade in background. But in one quick easy moment could distractions BREAK concentration and put annoyance on a rise. And with the other there…that chance was likely.

“Call it..planting seeds if you will.“

“Hope you’re doing well.“ He said as he stepped into the room, making grand entrance. A smile painted on the face. A gleam in eyes as he looked upon the girl he just saved from clutches of DEATH ITSELF. Dawned in yellow suit, instead of casual black leather jacket he could normally be seen in on any given school day, or for any day when he needed a ‘casual look’ for that matter. Entrance like this was planed. He wanted to see what exactly she would do after being dropped off at her mother’s mobile home

He was surprised at how fast she was able to piece together what just happened. How fast the instinct came to go for phone. Not just to take endless scroll through social media to see what she missed since her imprisonment in Mark Jefferson’s secret hideaway, no. She went to check date. Like she knew what had just occured. It just added to his thoughts about how she was above ordinary.

“You may still feel a bit off from the drugs, and the journey through the time stream, but both of those feelings should wear off shortly.”

A turn on the heel, as he heard the voice of the women greet him. “Ah, Miss Luthor!“ He said as he walked over to greet her. “I’m glad you could make, and thank you so much again for accepting my offer to help with the Particle Accelerator.“ A shake of the hand. “I can assure you, you’ll be helping to create THE FUTURE.“

“Mr. Merlyn!“ The good doctor said has he wheeled automated chair up to the man. A smile painted on the face. A gleam in the eyes. “To what do I owe you the pleasure of this visit?“