#Ghost particle

[earth-1218designate]

Already Know Bro put the GOD on :

[nereevio]

- Spirited -

As @electricdecades once requested, I read Particles & Waves on ao3 and I loved it 🥹 might’ve pussied out halfway cuz it made me so sad (ofc i went back for it) but there you go, I couldn’t not draw them!

[thatfriendlyanon]

i stumbled upon this delightfully weird picrew so i'm making a game out of it: make yourself then tag some people to join :D

also i couldn't help but make c!elle in this too (my dsmp sona) bc it was perfect for her slightly off-putting enderman vibes.. pov you come across this weird creature in the woods having a panic attack wyd

tagging @liuisi @brown-little-robin @in-echoes-forever @courageisneverforgotten @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters and anyone else who wants to hop on PLEASE do!! i'm always bad at thinking of people to tag xP show off one of your ocs with it too if it'd work for them!

[b4tteryaciid]

Cod characters as bugs

Price: Tawny mining bee

Ghost: Antlion aka doodlebug

Gaz: Pillbug aka roly-polie

Soap: Caddisflies

Roach: Spotted lanternfly

Rudy: Venezuelan Poodle Moth

Alejandro: Spanish fly

Shadow company: Bullet Ants

Graves: Queen of the bullet ants

For people who don't like bugs ones that are 'safe' to look up online and aren't horrifying are the Vanezulean Poodle Moth (they're cute), the Spotted lanternfly and the Spanish fly and the bee aswell. None of them are too bad so you should be okay but still be ready to see bug pictures if you look them up. (I couldn't do spiders they freak me the fuck out)

Also, @laswells-ashtray, was gonna drop this in your asks but didn't want to retype the whole thing, thoughts on the bugs?

[cryptocism]

So, out of curiosity (AND a slight fear of messing with what you've laid out so clearly in Frequency, which I see as the most reasonable and rational explanation to Thad's character inconsistencies basically, ever), I am wondering if this version of Inertia from Flash #760 fits into the Too Many Thads AU anywhere? From what I can tell, he's the only one not mentioned in your very thorough (and impressively detailed, he was at boomerang's funeral, excuse me sir why are you here???) timeline of Thad appearances. Would you consider him one of the clones we get from the AU, like Six? Or maybe just Thad himself given he's sort of just... chilling in the Speedforce lol. Or did you just not consider him given it's yet another instance of Thad appearing, doing something wild, then disappearing as quickly as he came haha. (Also, I just noticed he says vibrational FREQUENCY, nice👏)

i did... kinda include this iteration. but admittedly it's pretty brief, and the bits of story that take place in the speed force sit in dreamy abstraction rather than solid prose

start of chapter 2 when Thad is running thru the speed force:

He thinks he sees the Flash, once or twice. Tick tock tick tock. You’re running out of time, Barry. But he often thinks he sees lots of people. Once, he thought he saw Max. But the memories exist in his mind the same way a daydream would, and he can’t be sure if it was real.

The "tick tock tick tock" line is taken directly from #760

compared to the other threads of canon that Frequency is written around, it's definitely more on the borders of believably. The "tick tock" line and the bit where Thad threatens to snap his fingers and "blast Barry's mind to pieces" harkens back to the Kid Zoom era and Rogues Revenge, which fucks with my attempt to differentiate this Inertia as a separate person from Kid Zoom. but the hiccup feels minor enough that i think it still works

(and on a tangential note the whole "i'll snap my fingers and blast your mind to pieces" line straight up doesn't make sense to me because YES Kid Zoom famously snapped his fingers and exploded a baby, but he accomplished that by fast-forwarding that baby's timeline so quick that its literal molecules shook apart under the stress. Barry is a speedster and would not respond to timeline manipulation in that way - if at all - because his molecules are already used to that kind of shit. it's a weird and out of place threat to make and i think Williamson may have gotten the impression that Kid Zoom acquired the power of spontaneous combustion which he Fucking Did Not ok rant over)

the general idea i was going for was: Thad is running on rage, sees Barry, has the brief confrontation in #760 where Barry mostly just feels bad for him, and then disappears back into the storm. Implication being that Thad has actually had a couple different interactions with people during his 5 years in the speed force (Eobard, Max, Barry, etc) who try to convince him of things or promise him things, but staying for that long in the speed force (without being dead) fucks with perception a little bit, especially perceptions of Time. so when he's out and looking back on it, Thad can't totally discern what happened, what didn't, or in what order.

also the attendance at Captain Boomerang's funeral gets a shout out near the end of chapter 8 when Bart is going through Six's collection of Four's old stuff:

Some of the items on the shelf he didn’t recognize. A shot glass. A funeral pamphlet for one Digger Harkness. Several empty syringes and auto-injectors all meticulously arranged. A variety of small gadgets and devices that Bart couldn’t place.

because the funeral is technically Inertia's return after the events of Mercury Falling, I translated that as Four's first appearance in the 21st century

[fellow-fandom-fruitifier]

Help

what’s up with Orbwin? Why he an Orb? What did I miss

Orbwin (and Chorb) is a name coined by @/that-trans-autistic-guy and it came from when Esther kidnapped him and Charles in the show, when they were orbs in the glass box thing

[amberschmamber]

"Theory is haunted"

-"What?"

-cocks gun: "Theory is haunted"

[mochasucculent]

POV you're a weird bug

[rat-rosemary]

Continuing my very obvious fondness for Sun and Moon, I think the trainers of Galar and the the trainers of Alola would be kinda unnerving to each other? Just.

"Hey are you aware that you're... surrounded by red smoke. And kinda breathing it out."

"I- No. Hey has anyone told you that you look a lot like your pokemon? Like. A lot. I think you're eyes are glowing"

[thefightisntoverme]

Gotta say, subjecting yourself to expiramental science just so you can be on the same plane of existence as your ghost definitely-more-than-a-friend, getting betrayed by said ghost definitely-more-than-a-friend, and still definitely wanting to kiss them before they move on to the "particles of the universe". Seems kinda Gay.

[ghostradiodylan]

Been a minute since I posted a WIP preview, so, here, have one from Ch 6 of Particles & Waves which I swear I am still writing and should hopefully be out in a week or two…

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Kaitlyn was running. Dylan was dead and all Kaitlyn could do about it was keep on running, those last helpless screams of his echoing in her ears. She felt as if she’d never be safe, never be able to stop running again. She knew the beast that killed Dylan would be mere paces behind her, and it wouldn’t be satisfied just from eating her friend. They were never satisfied. Their lust for blood went far beyond a simple animalistic hunger; it was a bottomless craving for annihilation and Kaitlyn fucking refused to become that thing’s next snack.

As she jogged, alone and nauseous through the moonlit forest, something made her change course. It wasn’t on the way to the relative safety of the lodge, but she felt an intense pull to check the bushes near the fire pit. And Kaitlyn rarely second-guessed her own intuition. She passed the remains of the bonfire where Dylan and Ryan had shared their first and only kiss, where Emma had set off the drama bomb that had detonated their night (though, to be fair, it had been Kaitlyn herself who handed her the lighter, showed her where to find the fuse), and where Ryan had dragged Nick back, bleeding and disoriented, after he was attacked. The logs were empty, the last remaining embers of the fire still smoking faintly, and she wasn’t sure how many of the people who had sat there hours before would ever make it home.

And then she saw it. There was a body lying in the underbrush. When she was near enough to take in its shape in the moonlight, Kaitlyn’s battered heart took another tumble into her gut. The face was bloody and distorted, pitted with buckshot, the mouth open in something between a frozen scream and a ghoulish smile, but still she would have known it anywhere. Kaitlyn knew the muscular body, shining with early morning dew. She’d watched him grow into it from just a small boy.

“Jacob! Jake? Oh, no. No no no no, come on, Jake, don’t do this to me.”

She knew he was dead from a few yards away but she couldn’t believe it. Kaitlyn had to see him up close, had to feel the cold stillness of his body beneath her hands to accept that the boy she’d known for over half her life was truly gone.

She knelt next to Jacob’s head and lifted it into her lap. It was gross and gory and Kaitlyn didn’t care. Because it was Jacob, she didn’t hesitate to do it. She gently brushed his bloodied hair back from his face.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, eyes brimming with tears, “I’m so sorry, Jake. I could have stopped this so many different ways, but I didn’t. I should have taken that gun away from Ryan. I should have told him not to shoot blindly into the bushes at night. God, who even does that anyway? I should have shouted to you, why wouldn’t you say something when we called out? I should never have told you how to sabotage the van. I should have told you to fuck off, I don’t even know why I didn’t. I told you to fuck off often enough, it should have been close to second nature. I’m sorry I wasn’t meaner to you for your own good. I’m so sorry, Jacob.”

Kaitlyn cradled his head in her arms and sobbed openly. For Jacob, for Dylan, for everyone else who would miss them, including her, and for the lonely little life she’d have to try to build without them. She cried until she felt a presence beside her, a hand landed on her shoulder, and she heard an unmistakeable soft voice rasping out her name.

“Kaitlyn, hey. It’s okay. It’s all gonna be okay.”

She shook her head without even turning to look at him. “How can you say that? How could anything ever be okay again, Dylan? Jacob’s dead. You’re dead. You shouldn’t even be here.”

Dylan dropped into a cross-legged sitting position beside Kaitlyn, wrapping one long arm around her, drawing her in. She looked up at him then, this specter of her dead friend, and he looked just like he had at the bonfire, his clothes spotless, his hair meticulously coiffed to look effortlessly messy.

“Have you ever known me to do what I should be doing, really?” She laughed a little at this, relaxing into his embrace, and Dylan laughed too.

“I guess not,” she admitted, “you never were one for following rules.”

“Nope, sure wasn’t. And, uh, you do know Jacob’s not actually dead, right? Your subconscious is just being a dick to you, K.”

She hadn’t known, but as soon as Dylan said it, she knew it was true. It was only then that it struck her she was dreaming. It was like her dream-self had gained access to her memories and she realized what she’d already known. Jacob was fine. She’d seen him, sobbing, at the police station, then unusually silent at a couple of social outings they’d attempted before he’d gone quiet on her, preferring to marinate in his own guilt and misery alone.

“Right,” Kaitlyn said slowly, “Jacob’s not really dead. But you are.”

“Yup,” Dylan nodded his agreement, “which is kinda funny, right? I mean, I tried pretty hard to be careful and I ended up dead. Meanwhile, this fuckin’ goober prances around in his undies all night, plays tug-o-war with a loaded shotgun, moonwalks through a field of bear traps, and still makes it out mostly unscathed.” He gave a signature eye-roll. “Straight people.”

Kaitlyn wasn’t sure what Jacob’s sexuality had to do with his survival, but she decided not to challenge Dylan about it.

“His ankle ended up pretty fucked, but you’re right, could have been a lot worse.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Dylan said, “what does matter is that I still need you, Kaitlyn.”

“Is this about the eulogy? Because I’m working on it! It’s kind of hard to sum you up in five minutes or less.”

“I’m flattered, but, no. I’m sure the eulogy’ll be fine. But I do need your help.”

“How can I possibly help you, Dylan? You’re dead.”

“Alright, sure,” he drawled, smiling, “but, am I gone? That’s the important question, no?”

“I don’t know, is this some kind of riddle? Or are you about to hit me with some of that ‘I live on forever in your heart’ type bullshit? Because that’s all well and good but I’d really rather have you, you know, around.”

“Ew, no, come on! You know I’m not about that schmaltzy nonsense. I’m literally still around. I need you to look for me. I need you to hear me. Sometimes I can see you trying but it’s like I’m just out of reach. You’ve gotta find me, Kaitlyn. I promise, I’m still there to find, something deep inside you knows it. Otherwise why would your subconscious conjure me up like this?”

“Because I miss you? I don’t know. Could just be doing it because my subconscious is a dick. Like with Jacob. You said it yourself.” She looked down expecting to see the bloodied mess of Jacob’s face in her lap, but his body was gone and so were the bloodstains he’d left on her hands and among the foliage.

“Okay, yeah, true. But I don’t think it’s that. You think you’ve failed me, Kaitlyn, but you haven’t. Not once, never. I’ve always been able to count on you. Open that third ear for me.”

“Third… ear?” she scoffed, “d’you mean third eye? I’m pretty sure that’s what you use to see spirits, buddy.”

“No! I don’t mean third eye! Jesus Kaitlyn, it’s an audio metaphor, okay?! Just let me have this! I’ve been dead for a whole month and I spent two whole months before that almost entirely in that radio hut! If I say third ear, I mean third fuckin’ ear!”

“Okay, alright!” Kaitlyn found herself snorting with laughter at his vehemence. It was nice to see that dead-dream-Dylan had kept his flair for the dramatic.

“Thank you. Now, as I was saying, you’ve always been tuned in, I just need you to turn the dial. I’m trapped in the airwaves now, K, but all I really need is a receiver. If anyone can find my frequency, it’s you. I’m still counting on you, final girl.”

Then Kaitlyn startled awake in her darkened bedroom, all alone.

[sergeant-macho-nacho]

What if Black holes are man made and astronomers are just cavemen looking at a nuclear powerplant?

[nereevio]

I don't know if you've read particles & waves but if you have you should totally draw ghost Dylan X Ryan !!!

Oh I haven’t yet but I literally immediately opened it on my account to read it now!😆

Y’know, I’m gonna get all my old artwork out of the way first and once I’m off to post my new stuff, this is gonna be first priority! Thank you! ^^ <3

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[clown-bastard-man]

I NEED you guys to appreciate my graphic novel collection because I am so proud of it. Most of these were bought on sale for 1-10$ at half-price books or at my local bookstore. I love my local bookstore!!