@tartalias

random lil hcs for wally.

wally  is  a  good  cook,  really  good.  between  a  healthy  appetite  and  a  strong  need  for  calories  (  super  speed  go  brr  )  he's  gotten  good  at  cooking  for  himself.  on  the  opposite  side,  at  a  point  i  doubt  he's  even  picky  with  food.  you'll  eat  his  food  and  it  taste  five  class  and  he's  just  like??  what.  it's  roughly  all  the  same  to  him.

slaps  on  a  red  nose  every  year  at  Christmas  time.  wallace  rudolph  west  lives  forever. 

prone  to  hyper  speed  talking.  he's  a  bit  more  restrained  than  his  peers  but  get  him  going  and  you'll  never  hear  a  single  word  just  a  long  ass  buzz  and  him  looking  for  understanding.  wally:  you  got  that? 

"thanksmanyou'realifesaver."  words  hurtle  off  his  tongue  like  a  racecar  zipping  around  a  track——all  in  less  than  a  second,  a  picosecond,  actually.  "er,  i  mean,  thanks,  man.  i'll  be  sure  to  cherish  this  burger  that  could've  totally  saved  your  life. minus the pickles, can't eat those."  a  loose  grin  hangs  off  his  lips  before  hurrying  to  take  the  burger  in  question.  running  low  on  calories  ...  well,  that's  a  speedster's  personal  hell.  far  as  wally  knows,  though,  he  might've  had  it  the  worst.  it  earned  him,  at  one  point,  the  name  'kid  mouth'  rather  than  kid  flash.  least  that's  what  dick  loves  to  call  him  even  to  today.

plucking  the  top  bun  from  the  burger,  he  gently  flicks  the  pickles  off  onto  a  napkin  and  takes  his  first  bite.  ah!  delicious  calories.  exactly  what  every  growing  flash  needs—don't  fact-check  that.  you're  hearing  it  from  a  true  professional,  after  all.  right  now,  wally's  in  heaven  but  really  wondering  if  he's  got  enough  on  him  to  pick  up  a  nice  shake.  some  fries  too——oh,  and  one  of  those  little  wildcat  toys.

"so,  between  starving  to  death  and  crying,  what  exactly  is  there  to—"  a  light  burp.  "excuse  me,  uh,  what  exactly  is  there  to  do  around  here?  'm  a  bit  new  to  this  tourist  thing."  sort've.  long  as  the  words  stretched  a  bit. 

@amcssing asked → “ you gonna eat that? ” wally to mark / yeah im back again ( src. / accepting. )

Like in many such prior cases with many other individuals, Mark's first instinct is to just hand over the discarded half of his burger without any complaint.

That's not what he does, though. It's not like he was going to finish it either way, but his second and more important instinct is to be really annoying about the whole situation. There are some real desperate people out there who will only let go of their hard-earned food kicking and screaming—Mark just wants to go out being a little bit of an asshole about it.

"Sorry, I just ran outta all my money and this is the last good burger I'm ever gonna get," he lies. "I mean, I guess you can take it, but I'll just starve to death after. And cry. I'll cry an' I'll starve to death about it. Is that what you want? You want me to die? Wow. What a cruel and unjust world I live in."

He leans back in his seat, offering a look halfway between judging and amused. Then he shrugs, breaking out into a smile.

"Nah, you can have it."

a   bit   hesitant   to   swear   it,   words   linger   on   the   tongue,   an   unnatural   weight——   before   she   relents.   features   brighten,   unable   to   hold   back   wide   smile,   it   goes   from   lips   to   gaze.   verdant   irises   shimmer   like   windswept   leaves,   a   storm   rustling   trees   sending   critters   scurrying,   frolicking,   and   playing.   fist   pumps,   unable   to   contain   it   any   longer,   a   light   hop   carrying   him   a   few   inches   from   solid   ground.   still,   voice   stays   hushed,   ❛   woooo.   ❜   listening   intently,   browsing   features   for   hints   of   deceit   (   although   never   finding   any.   )   /   although   far   from   the   lie   detector   others   were.   ❛   for   real?   you   ain't   messing   with   you   me,   right?   we're   not   gonna   race   over   there,   and   you   make   me   into   your   fall   guy,   yeah ??   ❜   equal   parts   joking,   equal   parts   serious.   some   things   were   too   good   to   be   true,   wally   often   has   trouble   deciding   which   were   which.   ❛   if   you're   serious   ...   yeah,   man,   dude——   sock,   hook   me   up.   i'll   even   owe   you   one.   ❜

               " You gotta swear on it ! " A good thing can die quickly due to word of mouth. Not to mention kindness only going so far in this modern day. She sticks her pointer finger in his face for emphasis. Sakura puffed out her cheeks, frowning up at the other. " Alright- there's a lady who I have an in with at WcDonald's." she leans closer, holding a hand up shielding her mouth," As long I buy a meal she'll let me pick any toy I want. Maybe. Just Maybe ! " she furrows her gaze to the other. " I can pull some strings if you're interested " chocolate browns look up to reach his own.

love a good plot but then there’s that one line that’s eh. anyways witness protection couple au. strangers, ex, etc etc. drama from the forced proximity, danger from witnessing something they shouldn’t have. etc etc

also, this is wish list style but someone getting sent isekai style to inodal?? just, you're here now. high odds thane would try to orchestrate for them to die but like... the slow realizing they need them for this prophecy and realizing its out of their control which is a big thing for him. then def running into each other in the modern day and hitting a spider man point meme 'you??' 'me.'

requested by anonymus

i'm slowly building my reading list so i can get muse inspo and i love books

They be fathering and daughtering too hard.

Detective Comics #1097 cover by Mikel Janin.

Batgirl #7 cover by Dan Mora.

love them dearly <3

"You're so fucking crazy!...omg you ARE my girl 😍❣️💕💞"