Apr 30, 2020
@kryptoncorrupt
“You heard me. I said SHOO.”
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@kryptoncorrupt
“You heard me. I said SHOO.”
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kryptoncorrupt replied to your post: “Why use GREEN Kryptonite when you can use BLACK?”
HELL YEAH EVEN BETTER
“So much Better.”
She wasn’t quite sure what to make of the other. Eyes gazed to size him up, trying to get a understanding of body language. “ I’ve never heard of you. ” she moves to tilt her head a bit to the side, and squints in suspicion. “ Your costume isn’t very original, though. I don’t suppose you come in peace or anything of the sort, do you ? ” // ( @kryptoncorrupt )
@kryptoncorrupt replied to Ace @ Ultraman
ultra doesnt deserve to be second place smh
【 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄 𝘼𝙇𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙑𝙀 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀 】
【 𝘼𝙈 𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏 】
INCOMING COMMS: // @kryptoncorrupt ›› "My husband is busy running a science project. Care to give me company?"
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙄𝙈, 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙎 𝘼𝙂𝙊 𝘼𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙐𝘿𝙀𝙍 ; there is no flinch at the sudden sound, at the thud of boots against the cave’s grated floor. the only shock had been who exactly had decided to breach the manor’s grounds —— for a single, painful moment, he had been fooled, thought it was clark, flight patterns nearly identical, the speed, the blur of colours. clark, he knows, is off world. IRRATIONAL of him. fleeting weakness, heart over head. eyes remain trained on the screens in front of him, the endless scrolling lines of code, diagnostic, thorough. the latest model of the prototype cryptographic sequencer has failed it’s field op test, and bruce’s mood is worse to show for it.
an u n e a s y truce exists between the league and them, their twisted, warped counterparts, a single silken thread waiting to SNAP. bruce does not trust them, no matter the apologies, the platitudes, but he tolerates them. his plans have not changed. they will be forced to leave when the treaty crumbles, when the tense peace collapses. for now he tolerates them, at the league’s behest, at clark’s NAIVE behest. it speaks, interrupting the dank stillness of the air, and irritation crawls up his neck, settles edging at the top of his spine. teeth grit. perhaps he shouldn’t have disabled the cave’s defence systems.
oh look at that, it’s lonely. there will always be it’s biggest weakness. emotion. owlman should do better to train that out of him. ( because you succeeded in doing that with clark, didn’t you bruce? another one of your failures ) ❛ i’m busy. ❜ they are strangely alike, superman and ultraman, so many common traits, the RAW feelings that peel away from their skin, heart on their sleeve. a heavy sigh is bitten back don’t show any weakness and he doesn’t move, statuesque, lit by the harsh glow of the monitors in front of him, but his gaze briefly slides over to the broad figure emerging from the gloom. it can do no harm to have him here, on home turf, extra time to study him, parse the weaknesses, refine his strategy. KNOW THINE ENEMY. gain the upper hand. ❛ you can stay here. where i can see you. don’t touch anything. ❜ there’s a terrible sense of DÉJÀ VU at the words, a sick feeling settling in the pit of his stomach as he remembers —— clark, perched on the edge of the desk, lopsided smile draped over his face, curious fingers reaching out for the half-finished detonator sitting in the clamp. TOO ALIKE. his face crumples into a scowl, easy, familiar, and that feeling surges again, the horrifying similarity to his teammate. the unruly cowlick, the strong jawline, the large hands. indistinguishable down to the mocking symbol on his chest, the distorted expression that would never fit on superman’s face. ❛ what do you want? ❜
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"You're pathetic."
“So’s your face.” Brilliant comeback from the ten year old.
"So pathetic. This is what being good gets you. Say goodbye." Ultraman's eyes burn brightly as he holds Wally in his grasp by his throat, choking the man. Easily he flicks his wrist, snapping the hero's neck.
The world was fading around him-- dark edges tinting the gray that consumed his field of vision. He knew this wasn’t one he’d be coming back from-- that it would spell the end for the Flash. Wally had come to terms with his own death some time ago, when they had met the Justice Lords. He knew his demise would be a catalyst-- but he had to hope the League was ready by now.
Supes and Diana could probably handle it in stride but Shayera, Jon-- Bruce-- they’d need to rely on one another. J’onn would know where we was, where he’d always be-- he felt bad for leaving them all behind, but there was little he could do.
His arms hung limp at his sides. Ultraman had dislocated his ligaments the moment he’d caught the Flash. He knew how dangerous the hero could be.
Wally tried to swallow-- in the seconds before the nothing-- he knew he couldn’t, but he could make his last words sting, if only for comedic effect. What kind of Flash would he be if he didn’t leave this world with a smile?
“Okay– boomer.” His last words– they weren’t the best choice but they were all he could get out. One final jab. Did they even HAVE that joke on his Earth? It didn’t matter– none of it mattered. In an instant the world faded into brilliant white. Wally West had been a good Flash. He left behind friends and family– and a city that would never forget him.
He would see his legacy live on in spirit– within the Speed Force.
"You called my bluff. Come back to me, Thomas. I'll treat you right I swear." :((((((((
“I’ve noted you charming my counterpart no less than ten times since we began this experiment. It is no fault of mine that he does not enjoy your company. Why not attempt to charm your own counterpart. Certainly he cares enough for himself.”