streak killers


We’ve all seen this lovely footage of Savitar shish-kebabing Iris in front of Barry. After her death, Barry is destroyed mentally, but eventually gets a little bit better in 3x19.

In the same episode, Barry travels to the future … 2024 to be exact.



In the comics, Barry stops Eobard Thawne from killing his new lover, Fiona, by snapping his neck.

Are you seeing where I’m going with this?

My theory is that future!Barry will go back in time on April 25, 2024 to save Iris’ life by killing Savitar.


53. Veronica Lodge x Fem!Reader

(gif credit: velmadinklev & phebobuffay)

Summary: You meet Veronica at school. She’s rather intrigued by you because she can’t quite pin you down.

Note: If you want, listen to Paul Anka’s put your head on my shoulder, and you are my destiny. It’ll make the imagine ten times better ;)

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Together Forever and Always chapter 4



Warnings: Traumatic Nightmares, fluff, injury, more fluff, blindness, infection, disturbing details(?), vomit.

Reaper picked up Geno in his arms standing up as quickly and as carefully as he could warped to their tent. Stripping off Geno’s jacket and using it to dab and soak up the fluid leaking from his soul.

All he could think to do was give him some of his magic, to feed the small soul as well. He had never given life to anything, saved anyone. All he could do was destroy but he couldn’t this time.

There was a flash of light temporarily blinding the god of death then silence for a moment.. tiny cries could be heard.. with each moment passing they got slightly louder. Finally he could see again his eyes widening with what he saw.

Geno had fallen unconscious all evidence of the green liquid gone and a small skeleton laying on lap crying softly. He scooped the small infant up in Geno’s jacket wrapping it up carefully, he could see a small soul beating in it’s chest. It was a small baby boy.

He shook Geno’s shoulder carefully trying to get him awake surprisingly it worked. His eyes fluttered open immediately going to the small infant in Reaper’s arms.

“Wha- who?” He asked leaning forward his hand petting the small infants skull, it was soft and warm. The baby seemed to settle with his touch his cries dying down.

“He’s ours,” Was all he said handing the child over to the stunned parent, tears pricked the edges of Geno’s eyes looking down at the tiny miracle.

(done on mobile sketchbook)

“He’s beautiful,” He sobbed hugging the tiny skeleton wiping the tears from the tiny ones eyes. A bit of green dripped from the child’s right eye giving Geno a bit of concern but he decided not to let it worry him for now what he needed to worry about was how he and Reaper were supposed to take care of a child at the end of multiverse.

“What are you going to name him?” Reaper asked leaving the decision up to his significant other. He didn’t know what to him if he was being honest, it was just so unexpected.

“Let’s just call him Baby for now,” He suggested Reaper laughed.

“Who are you? Asgore?” He chuckled Geno gave him the look, the look that read ‘you better stop talking or you’re sleeping outside tonight’. He shut up but still laughed quietly to himself. Geno sat down on the bed getting comfortable with the child in his arms setting up the pillows behind him and throwing the blanket over himself.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m hurt, upset, and tired. Me and Baby are going to take a nap.” He said his anger from earlier seemingly faded away from the joy of having another child.

Reaper smiled attempting to get into the bed as well before getting swatted away.

“You can’t nap with us,” He declared.

“He just came into existence and you’re already being greedy,” Reaper huffed Geno stuck his tongue out soothing the whining child laying on his chest.

“You need to go get baby clothes, baby food, baby medicine,” The list went on and on Geno only tired himself out saying it.

He fell into a blissful sleep the baby laying on his chest sleeping peacefully but who knows how long that would last.

Reaper still felt the anger from before, he also felt regret for not being able to finish Killer off. He traveled to The Omega verse seeing if anyone had anything there but all he got was a few old clothes and someone offering to babysit.

He traveled to a few other safe zones gathering some more items and even finding a healer for Goth.

The Healer had stopped by did some magic on Goth and Palette saying that they’ll be alright with some rest.

He had asked her if the blindness was permanent but she only replied with ‘h-he just needs r-rest,’

She had a look at the baby much to Geno’s disliking. She had said the green leaking from his eyes wasn’t much of a problem, it was just a small infection that was leaking residual magic. She gave them some medication and went back to her home in the safe zone.

She didn’t seem sure with her diagnosis.


Geno sat in the tent getting Baby dressed for the day. He held the gauze to his eye placing the tape around it to keep it in place. The leaking hadn’t stopped yet and they couldn’t let it keep dripping everywhere.

He buttoned up the sea green jumper pressing the wrinkles away, he held the child up smiling at him and kissing his forehead.

“Yay! You’re all ready for the day!” He said the baby smiled slightly cooing softly. Geno stood up with the child in his arms stepping out of the tent shakily still not back to full strength.

“What are you doing?” Reaper asked seemingly popping up out of thin air Geno huffed.

“I’m going to show the baby to Goth,” He stepped away from Reaper seemingly gathering his strength and taking confident strides towards the tent Reaper followed only now that it dawned on him that he just suddenly became responsible for a small, fragile, innocent child.

“Wait how are we going to take care of him?” He asked almost to himself getting left behind by Geno.

Goth was sat up in his bed hugging one of his pillows thinking about what his life was now. Only a few weeks ago he was fine, him and Palette were friends hanging out and then suddenly it was the end of the universe!

A small cry brought him out of his thoughts, turning his attention to where he thought the sound was, the patch over his eye obstructing his sight which he was pretty sure was gone. Hopefully it was temporary.

“Who’s there?” He asked Geno smiled sitting down on Goth’s ‘bed’ touching his hand.

“It’s just me sweetheart,” He said the he corrected himself “Well and a little someone I’d like you to meet.” Up until now Goth hadn’t met the baby being to weak to even hold a pencil until now.

“Hold out your hands,” He said at almost a whisper, Goth felt something in his hands something small and light. It wriggling around crying softly. Geno helped him wrap his arms around the baby, Goth’s finger was caught by a tiny hand.

“Is this?” He asked not being able to finish a lump caught in his throat.

“He’s your baby brother,” He almost choked he had a brother. A small little child all to himself.. well almost.

“Did you name him yet?” He asked bouncing the child soothingly. He heard Geno sigh, he knew what that meant.

“Sadly no, we haven’t been able to think of a name,” He replied Goth thought for a moment.

“How about Finio, Finny for short?” He suggested Geno beamed at the name, nodding but then realized his mistake.

“That sounds wonderful,”

Killer had watched the threatening fusion leave through a portal much like one he had seen before when he had fought Streak. He looked at the soul running over and snatching it up before it could shatter.

He absorbed the soul feeling his body grow becoming 13 once more. He knew he could never go back after this but his decision was already made.

He looked at where the other fusion, Justice, once stood several crystals lying on the floor. He picked them up in his hands a devious smile spreading across his face as he pocketed them.

He would finish what he started.


The sound of a blade tearing through bones, the blood pouring form his open wounds.

“I wonder how long it will take before you break,” Another rib snapped,

“Metaphorically I mean, I know how long it takes for these to break,” Snap!

“P-please I beg of you, s-stop,” he whimpered only to have the knife plunged into his torso.

“I hate beggers,”

Goth woke up feeling bile rise in his throat trying to keep it in only being able to for a second before all of today’s meal was on the floor. He heard Palette get up from his bed stumbling over to him.

Palette threw a spare blanket over the puddle of spent magic and sat next to Goth wiping his face clean with the edges of his blanket.

“Goth are you alright?” He asked his voice hoarse still not fully recovered. Goth shook his head holding his hand over his mouth.

“Look it’s going to be alright,” He cleared his throat and then continued “whatever happens I’ll be here for you,”

Palette layed down with Goth holding him close rubbing his back, he wasn’t going to let his best friend suffer like this not when he could help.


Nightmare was disgusted to find 13 back at his lair and he didn’t even finish his job. He scowled at the creature as it dared to come up to his throne.

“I told you if you failed to never return. What the h*ll are you doing here?” He spat 13 stood looking up at the arrogant leader trying to hide his discomfort. He held the crystals in his hand explaining his reasons before showing off his new asset.

“I haven’t failed yet, this is just a minor set back or rather a step forward,” He showed the crystals to Error who’s interest was suddenly peaked.

“Yesterday I was attacked by a fusion going by the name Justice, He killed Horror but left suddenly before finishing Killer and Horror’s soul off. I am like this because Killer absorbed his soul. The fusion on his way out dropped these,” He showed off the crystals once more, “I believe this is the way to finally get rid of Comet once and for all, along with anyone who gets in our way.”

Nightmare laughed wickedly from his thrown.

“Good job! I’ll have to raise your pay.. oh wait I don’t pay you guys,” He said Purposely mocking the broke fusion who ignored his comment.

“If you think that’s good then you are going to love this,” He hides the crystals away in his pocket. “Looks like Daddy Reaper and Mamma Geno just had another kid,”

“We can use this to our advantage,”


Streak hadn’t seen them in days, no a week maybe? He was on a mission to fix this.

He had finally decided to tell them what he had found out, though he hated the news he had to bare.

Finny wouldn’t stop crying that day, no amount of rocking, bouncing, and feeding could make him stop. Geno didn’t know what the problem was he had tried everything in the book.

His finger grazed the child’s right eye which only made the crying worse, his soul skipped a beat. It was like a brick had settled in his stomach.

He layed the child down peeling back the patch over his eye, a disgusting noise was all he could hear like cloth peeling off table syrup. He saw the eye was stuck closed by dry green magic gluing both lids together. There was a reddish purplish bruise around his eye, no it wasn’t a bruise. His eye was puffed and inflamed, no wonder he was crying.

Geno felt guilt like it was his fault his baby was hurt. If only he had seen it earlier! He took a soft cloth dampening it with water and running it gently over Finio’s eye wiping away the residual magic.

“My poor baby, I’m sorry it hurts,” He cooed He heard a portal open from outside the tent. He took Finio in his arms holding him protectively.

Peering outside he could see it was only Streak, letting out a sigh of relief he stepped outside seeing the surprised look on the fusions face when he saw the baby. His body shrunk down to a ‘normal’ height Geno didn’t know he could do that.

“Who is that?” He asked a curious expression on his face.

“This is Finio, Where have you been?” He changed the subject his words were almost like poison. Before he could answer Geno interrupted him.

“Do you know what we’ve been through while you were off gallivanting somewhere? Goth is practically blind, Palette can barely move they’ve been waiting for you to come back to help them!” Streak held his head low guilt settling in.

“I know, but I was away for them,” He explained, “I was out looking for a way to save them, To save Comet.” Before he could say more the child began crying again. Geno bounced him trying calm him down, Streak held out his hands.

“May I?” Geno was hesitant but handed the child over, Streak held him carefully, supporting his head and body with three arms. His fourth was inspecting the child’s eye.

“Have you seen someone about his eye?” He asked Geno nodded.

“We brought a healer over she said he’d be fine in a few days with some medicine,” He explained Streak scowled.

“Well she was wrong, I’m no doctor but this is not going to go away with time and medicine. I’ll take him to an actual doctor, I’ll tell you what I found when I return-”

“Wait! Let me go with you!” He pleaded only to get shot down.

“You’re in no condition to leave, I can tell by just looking at you, Don’t worry I won’t be gone for long I promise I’ll get Reaper to come with me if that makes you feel better,” He nodded solemnly watching Streak leave once more this time with his child.

Like he said it wasn’t long before they came back, Streak was holding the baby a guilty look on his face, Reaper hid his face in his hood. Geno ran over to them anticipation and worry written all over his features.

“What happened is he okay?” He asked Streak handed him to child there was a patch over his eye again but he was sleeping soundly.

“He’s fine but we couldn’t salvage his eye, it was the source of the infection,”

“Oh my God, my poor baby,” He hugged his child Streak put a hand on his shoulder leading both him and Reaper over to the sitting rock (as it’s been dubbed by Palette).

“I know the cause of all this,” Streak said getting the attention of both of them, “It’s called the multiverse manuscript, It decides what happens in the universe ,but it’s been tampered with causing the end of the multiverse as punishment. Comet was never supposed to exist and the tampering is part of the reason he does.”

He paused for a moment letting the information sink in.

“The only way to save him and the multiverse is to fix what’s been tampered with, until then the manuscript will continue to punish us for keeping Comet alive. Finio’s infection and premature birth was part of that.”

Geno gasped his grip tightening around the child.

“I’m sorry,” Was all Streak said after that.

Nightmare got his forces ready and it wasn’t a lot of people, 13, and Him only the addition of Cross who insisted they fused but one fusion was enough for this.

All they were doing now was a simple mission, go in and take a hostage.

He already had one in mind.


Streak, 13, Justice, and Finio are mine

Goth: @nekophy

Palette: @angexci

Geno: @loverofpiggies

Reaper: @renrink

Killer: @rahafwabas

Nightmare: @jokublog

Cross: @jakei95

(don’t worry the baby will be fine)

Life and Death: Chapter 2 [Harley x Joker]

Summary: After the events of Suicide Squad, the princess of the crime empire is born, Jaylie Quinn. Raising a child to become the future ruler of Gotham is proving to be a killer game. 
Warnings: Dark, angst, gore.
Part 1 is here.

The funny thing with life is that it’s a game. A wild, unpredictable game. We’re just laughing and nothing matters.

Harley was stretched out on the cold medical table in the basement, a smile on her lips. A common fantasy of theirs was to fuck down in a cellar turned into a morgue, complete with surgical instruments, blood on the floor and bodies in the freezer. Her man did have an… animalistic serial killer streak in him, buried beneath his smooth and clean façade. Who could have guessed?

Any other day they would have done just that, in their combined interrogation and torture chamber, alone in the dark, only a surgical lamp to keep them company. The best part with this room was not the dismembered body parts they kept in the freezer, but the way they would engage in the most delicious games. The cold drip on the floor in time with the sounds they made.

She loved to be underneath the sharp light with his surgical knife and tattoo gun. The gleam in his eyes as he would work her so good, before they both gave into their growing desire and ended up fucking on the floor.

She was his masterpiece, the only one to walk out of his cellar alive, and return when she pleased. Which had been a lot recently, since he hadn’t let her out of the penthouse for a while.

Today was not their usual routine, it hadn’t been for months. She was almost completely stripped, only wearing a blood stained shirt that used to belong to Mr. J. It was ruined when he lost himself in their game with one of their test subjects the other day. Normally he never got a single drip of blood on his clothes – but well, she had distracted him.

Joker picked up his sharpest knife. The scared, elderly woman they had dragged down with them fussed with towels, medication and the antiseptic liquid. She still hadn’t looked inside the freezer. Their other help was waiting outside, tied up.

Harley knew Mr. J was flawless with the knife. His grip, his precision, he could cut the finest lines and swirls, thin as thread into her skin. She wanted to beg him to do it to her now; she had missed the delicious, stinging foreplay. But his face was the one of concentration and she dared not interrupt him.

The elderly woman soaked Harley’s skin with antiseptic, rubbing her skin with a cloth. She mumbled something, asking if she would like some morphine. They had an enormous supply ready, but Harley found it ridiculous. There was no way she was going to be dizzy through this.

She looked at the Joker, their eyes met, and he put the sterilized knife to her belly.

Then he smiled.

She grinned back, feeling the familiar surge of excitement run through her. She loved it, the look in his eyes when he worked his blade on her. It always got both of them so worked up.

The pain came from within, drowning out the heat. “Do it Puddin’,” Harley breathed through her teeth. Her back arched off the table, she tempted him terribly. “Come on!”

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okay everyone always does knight emma and queen/princess regina but what about knight regina and princess emma? 

I know this has been said a million times but I still can’t get over how fantastically Dottie and Peggy parallel one another.

Both have heartbreaking backstories (although, obviously Dottie’s is a little different). They’re both incredibly lethal and brutal. Peggy may not have Dottie’s killer streak, but she certainly has the instinct. They will both level anyone who gets in their way. They both use their gender stereotypes to their advantage - their femininity will always be an out with a man who underestimates them. And finally - they don’t underestimate other women. Peggy is immediately alarmed and concerned by the prospect of little girls being used as killers. Not only because it’s a horrible thing to do to children, but because she knows those girls will grow up lethal and be overlooked and so many more people will die. Dottie doesn’t underestimate Peggy for a moment. She plots and schemes very carefully - she knows Peggy isn’t someone she could outsmart like a man.

It’s just so fucking perfect how many things they have in common and how they are the perfect hero/villain setup and I just can’t.

Umbrella (Calum Imagine)


You missed your alarm that morning. Maybe it was fate. But it sure didn’t feel like it as you scrambled to get ready and grabbed an umbrella before darting out into the rain. You walked swiftly towards the bus stop, not even noticing the puddle until you were ankle deep in it. Looking down at your soaking shoes, you stood in the water dejectedly for a few moments, letting the moment sink in and swallowing the anger that you felt at the world for dealing you such a crap hand today. Stepping out of the water, you continued walking, holding the umbrella just above your head to keep the rest of you dry. 

The rain was coming down hard, so hard that you almost walked right past the stop. Sitting at the bench, head bent and soaking wet, sat a boy, probably around your age.

Immediately taking pity on the stranger, you headed towards him and held the umbrella over his head. He looked up at you, and wow he was gorgeous. Tanned skin and dark hair with just a few blonde streaks and a killer jawline. And- were his eyes watery?

“Are- are you alright?” you asked him softly.

“I’m okay. Or I will be, at least.” He stood up so that he fit better underneath the umbrella. He towered over you, standing closer than you usually stood to strangers. “Thanks,” he said, gesturing to the umbrella.

“No problem,” you replied, and then, more quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He gave you a dubious look. “With you?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve found that sometimes telling your problems to a complete stranger works out pretty well.”

He looked at your silently for a few moments. “Fuck it, why not.” He watched the buildings across the street as he began to speak, his voice mingling with the rain to create a beautiful, haunting sound. “So I’ve been really good friends with this girl Anna for a while now, and I really like her. Or liked her, whatever.  I never really told her but I kind of assumed she knew because we’d flirt all the time over texts and stuff. But anyway, I was over at her place last night, which is actually just a couple blocks from here,” he said, raising his voice as a car passed by, sloshing a puddle up onto the sidewalk. “And we were watching a movie and cuddling and everything was going great, and I was like, this is my moment, I’ve got to make a move. So I leaned over to kiss her and she just freaks out. She starts screaming about how she only sees me as a friend and how I’m like a little brother to her and how things can never be the same between us. Then she was pushing me out the door, telling me she doesn’t think we should hang out anymore. And that’s what led me here,” he finished, finally looking back to you.

You didn’t know what do say, and all that came out was,“Whoa.” He nodded, still watching you, waiting for your response. Finally, you blurted, “What an idiot.”

Now his eyebrows shot up. “What?” he asked, as if he hadn’t heard you correctly over the sound of the pouring rain.

And before you could stop yourself, you said, “I’d totally date you, you’re super hot.”

He smiled a big, toothy grin and ducked his head shyly. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

“I- I didn’t mean to… It just slipped out. Sorry,” you told him, staring at the ground, feeling the blood rush to color your cheeks. “God, today is the worst. I woke up late, then stepped in a huge puddle back there, and now I embarrassed myself in front of a cute boy…”

“Hey, don’t apologise,” he said. “That’s actually really nice of you to say. What’s your name, stranger?”


“I’m Calum,” he said, and you finally looked back up at him. “See, now you’re not a stranger anymore and we’re friends. And this time I know for sure that if I ever fall for a friend again, she’ll definitely like me back,” he said, grinning.

“Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.”

He laughed. “You know what, you actually really brightened up my day,” he said as you saw your bus round the corner.

You sighed, relieved. “Well, I’m sorry about everything with Anna. Glad I could help, I guess. That’s my bus,” you said, nodding at the approaching vehicle. “Sorry to leave you out here in the rain.”

He turned to look at the bus before turning quickly back to you. “Can I get your number or something? Maybe we could hang out this weekend?”

You smiled. “Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve only known you for about five minutes but I think I’d like to know you better. And you called me hot.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Sure,” you said, taking his phone and tapping in your number. “There you go,” you said, handing it back. “And you know what, take my umbrella. I’m just headed to school, I don’t need it after I get on the bus.”

The bus rolled to a stop in front of the two of you. “But how will I get it back to you?” he asked as you pressed it into his hands.

“We’re hanging out this weekend, remember?”

He smiled at you, and you turned and stepped onto the bus. Taking a seat, you looked out the window to find him still watching you. You raised a hand and waved, grinning, as the bus pulled away from the curb.

The Librarian: Dirty Laundry

The Librarian is a Cursed!Killian AU series taking place during the events of Season 1. Installments are written out of chronological order and as the muse strikes. It is not a traditional multi-chapter and I assume the reader has familiarity with the events of season 1. 

Chapters can be read in any order.

This is Part 10 and takes place after Part 3 and during episode 1.04 “The Price of Gold”

Installments Chronologically: Part 5 | Part 3 | Part 8 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 6 | Part 4 | Part 7 | Part 9

1.2k | T | | AO3

Emma hadn’t woken up that morning planning to give a motivational speech to a nineteen year old but then she hadn’t planned on getting a job offer from the hot sheriff or having Regina make her feel like shit, or ruining her shirt with scalding hot chocolate. Yet here she was in Granny’s laundry room lecturing a very pregnant girl while struggling with her own frustration and anger.

Emma didn’t know why but she found herself telling the teenager all the things she wished someone had told her when she was alone and pregnant. The encouragement she could have used the nights she laid awake in her cell terrified of the future and of all the ways she would screw up her babies life. And the motivation she had needed when she was back on the streets alone and unsure of who she was or who she wanted to be.

“You want people to look at you differently? Make them.You want to change things you are going to have to go out there and change them yourself because there are no fairy godmothers in this world.”

The girl wiped at her eyes and nodded. “Thank you. I needed that.”

Emma gave her a small smile. Then the girl stepped forward as if to hug her and she spun back to the washer–the moment was over. There was an awkward silence and then soft steps as she left Emma alone.

She braced her hands on the washer, breathed a sigh and blinked her eyes quickly. She wouldn’t let herself cry. She wasn’t a scared teenager anymore and she needed to take her own advice. Regina didn’t know her. Sure she had moved around a lot but she had also survived, she had made a life for herself. Besides this time was different because she wasn’t going to run. She would be a person who stayed. For Henry that is who she needed to be.

“You know you really shouldn’t have encouraged her to punch and fight her way out of her problems.” A low, masculine voice jolted Emma from her thoughts.

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