ok but... i’m still weirdly proud of this tiny very uncompleted draft of an old cw flash au fanfic that i wrote a long time ago... it was back in like... christ, the middle of haitus in season... three i think? i don’t even remember, but there were a few issues i had with the show at the time. it was back when kill/er frost was first showing up and Yikes the way cw handed DID had me just au-ing that caitlin just gains powers herself after fla/shpoint and just...

❛  …  right.  ❜   it’s a good thing he has wally west as a nephew, otherwise the words would’ve gone over his head without much thought, and then suddenly, barry feels like one of the baddies the other hero is talking about, though at least he doesn’t use BING as a search engine   (  he wasn’t aware it was still a viable option, but to each their own: who is he to judge someone on what search engine they use?  )

the way his expression scrunches up isn’t done on purpose, and he doesn’t mean to be rude, not at all. but when someone talks about spider-gods, well, even for the fastest man alive, there is a limit to weirdness. and spider-gods is definitely up there, even if it really shouldn’t be, considering barry has dealt with the likes of a telepathic gorilla & a half man-half shark hybrid…   ❛  spider - gods.  ❜   the word escapes parted lips before barry can bite them back, and the speedster flinches at his own judgemental tone. he shoots the other hero an apologetic glance, though the sincerity of it is hard to see behind the scarlet cowl.   ❛  is that, like, a real thing?  ❜   he is aware how stupid the question is, but he has to ask. after all, in this line of work, any and every thing was to be expected, right?

          ❛ Eh, at least a few of them? It’s a lottery depending on which of us you ask. ❜

The spider-fam was a bit of a... well an amalgam was putting it nicely. Peter honestly... well, there’d been enough shit in his life to question the exact nature of his powers, but the two runner ups have been Spider-gods and electrons, so, well. Jury’s out. The hero shrugged, twisting to crack his back before settling against the brick. The smile was clear in the taught material of his mask, a hand finally extended out in greeting.

         ❛ Spider-Man, nice to finally meet ya Flash. The spider-gods thing is... well, just as weird and extra-dimensionally creepy as you think it is. But hey, that’s part of the job. ❜ 

Or, uh, for him it is. Maybe it isn’t for this guy, but I mean come on, they wear tights for a living. Either way, he wasn’t sure exactly how long that Flash usually hung around his crime scenes post-fight, but the spider was starting to get a little antsy himself. Less out of fear, more habit. He tossed a thumb over his shoulder, out towards the street and the rest of civilization. 

             oh, how refreshing! finally, a mortal who knows exactly who and what he is. although, considering this metahuman (cisco, he had called himself when they first introduced themselves) is friends with johnny it’s not all too shocking. honestly, he’s more surprised with just how well he’s handing the realization. most humans didn’t handle the truth quite so well. then again, these infamous metahumans proved to have a strength that mere humans did not. 

      ❛  yes, is it really so unbelievable? ❜    apparently, it is. humans (hell, even most of his siblings) tended to think him as the bad guy. evil incarnate. as if ruling hell was his choice and not a punishment forced upon him by his father after the rebellion. yet, there is no anger on lucifer’s face, maybe mild annoyance in the tone of his voice, but nothing more. it’s not that he’s used to the constant misunderstanding because he’s not. he might never simply get used to it. it’s more so that he knows exactly how human history has so inaccurately made him about to be. and it’s all wrong. well, most of it anyways. he’s not evil. he punishes evil.

      with a slight shake of his head and a quirk of his brows at the fist being presented to him, the fallen angel slowly raises his own fist to dump it against the others before he settles on crossing his arms behind his back. his smiles widens.    ❛  who better than the devil himself to make sure the guilty are properly punished?   ❜

      ❛ Ehhhhhhhh yeah? Man, I wanna say to each his own, but the hell man... ❜

It’s weird. It’s not gonna not be weird. He was working so hard to not be weird. He went to other dimensions on the regular. That’s weird. That’s not normal. Remember that. This was just a totally normal encounter. Cisco bobbed his weight from one foot to the other, but hey the dude bumped him back and didn’t do anything... creepy. Ish. That smile’s up there, but hey, his soul wasn’t being damned at that exact moment, he thought. So it’s fine.  Christ, his ex-catholic heart was thumping like crazy.

There was evidence he was supposed to be helping Barry examine. Right. Extradimensional stuff. Right. Cisco nodded politely, remembering to bend down, swab, and bag the q-tips and mark the spot. It’s still wild to think he had a side hustle with the city police - wilder than being a vigilante honestly. Building gadgets was one thing, but being an actual consultant for weird shit was still strange. There was a point in time where he made some... well it’s S.T.A.R. so it was a more often than other labs level of giving statements to law enforcement. But, well, anyway. To go from statement regular to the weird happening consultant was still weird to think about. The meta glanced back up at the - uh, fuck, shit, christ - the devil, still smiling to himself. Weird situations, huh?

               ❛ It’s pretty weird. But hey, used to weird. But it’s Central. Weird’s Tuesday. ❜

A glance behind the other told Cisco that Barry was busy off being a forensic genius to the devil- Lucifer’s partner. He’d get far enough without Cisco needing to identify this residue for a while, especially in the official, not-vibe, sense. Which... left him here. Awkwardly. Talking to Lucifer of Hell. Fuck how was this Constantine’s, let alone his life?

      ❛ Did anyone EVER ASK YOU what you thought, huh small fry? ❜

The teen shouldered past, eyes focused ahead and past the other, grip locked on his school bag. Eyes were flat as he pushed forward, dropping to his haunches to grab the jostled papers. What the hell ever Earrings thought they were here to do - FUN wasn’t on the list right now. The homework was shoved neatly back into the folder, head tilting behind him for a one-eyed glare.

                ❛ Do everyone here a favor and shut the fuck up and go home. ❜

           hey am i an old lady am i dumbass was i imagining the editable reblog extension on xkitt ever working before?

                            There were countless human nuances that Connor didn’t quite understand. There seemed to be something that was said that causes Peter to laugh, Connor smiles - hoping to appear to be in on whatever was said as well… but the odd movement that came soon after his remark doesn’t go unnoticed. His gaze breaks from the camera - looking between the item that Peter had handed him and the man himself. 

                           It may have taken him a moment, given Peter the shadow of the doubt because he liked the man - wanted to earn a friend that was someone other than Hank. But Connor could recognize when he’s being manipulated, used.  He looks momentarily confused. 

                           ❛ … did you want something, Peter? ❜    he’ll hand him back the camera that he’d been browsing, watching the man to try to catch anything that he may have missed moments ago while distracted. 

              ❛ Hm? ❜

It’s a dull buzz, and at this point it was less a superpower and more just general human instinct. ( Well, learned or instinct, whatever, a thought for another time. ) Connor’d suddenly shut down, handing him back his camera briskly. Peter felt his brows tighten as he clipped the strap back around his neck, nervously stick-unstick-stick-unstick his ring finger on the plastic of the camera in his grasp.

                      ❛ I mean? The pictures turned out nice! And I’ve already taken a few pictures of the other cops so? I’m sorta just waiting for my partner right now. ❜

That wasn’t a lie. He was waiting for his partner and he did already take pictures of the other cops. The spider-tracer’s already landed, and his Spidey-Sense dulled ringing was already telling him it’d made it’s way inside the terminal. So he’s just chilling at this point. But Connor’d -- Connor’d must’ve caught something. Which, uh, Not Good. Not alarm bells in his skull sorta not good, but enough for him to see the android was suddenly uncomfortable. The spider offered a smile, prayed it didn’t look forced, and shrugged.

        knees hug her chest , making a physical barrier between her and the man. atop her knees, a plate of food balances. it’s warm food that had never seen the inside of a can, and yet she keeps it at a distance. carefully, her gaze inspects the meal. her fork edges the food closer to the rim of her plate, and that’s how she’s sat for the past minutes : in uncomfortable, guarded silence.

          then he starts talking again. and suddenly, the uncomfortable silence is put out of its misery, at the expense of her sanity. she lifts her gaze, and her frown deepens. really, he’s gotta be f*cking kidding. you can’t just not know about clickers — not unless you lived under a rock, and this place looked too nice — too warm for the underside of a rock. he has to be joking, and she doesn’t find it all that funny. she slams the plate down onto the table with a resounding clatter. 

       ❛   this isn’t a f*cking joke.   ❜

                   ❛ Hey!  Hey!  Be careful with the table!  Elena brought this back from her trip to Busan last February! ❜

This is what he gets for picking up the kid who tried to stab him. Nate’s quick to pick up the plate, checking the dark wood varnish underneath. No scuffs, no spaghetti sauce, thank God. Christ. God, was he this bad as a kid? He doesn’t remember trying to stab anyone at least. That was more a Sam thing, but usually they just made a break for it when it got too sticky. And look, usually some pretty decent and free spaghetti was enough to help tide him over back then. Was it bad? Was the food bad?

        a sudden, ringing silence is enough evidence to confirm something is afoot. more specifically, that one cisco ramon’s curiosity fueled meddling is afoot. so, with only the smallest shift of his gaze to one of the batcomputer’s blank screen to catch ramon’s reflection inching closer to lucious’ newest innovation.   ❛   don’t touch that.   ❜

@patheroes​​​ : CISCO RAMON liked !

Excuse him for being a registered genius with an insatiable curiosity and THAT right there looks like a very interesting gadget right there. Like come on he’s the gadget guy, he’s the gadget hero of Central, like OKAY he’s no Batman, but his mask and goggles aren’t the only tech that he used to fight baddies. And science was built on curiosity and collaboration!  Where’s Bruce’s sense of science?  His sense of INNOVATION! Let him touch the shiny. Cisco huffed a sigh, pout in place, hands hovering in place.