#Caitlin

[spidertams]

Everybody wants to be—…

[pigdemonart]

Unova’s elite four 💜🩷🖤🧡

I spin them in my head like washing machine. I did other quicky doodles and sketches and put them on Patreon. 🐷💕 this big pic came to be cuz i always wanted to give Shauntal a new little outfit teehee

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[etherfall]

Also here's a little drawing to go along with my analysis of N & the elite four in the AU!

OG post is here if you want to read it all:

https://www.tumblr.com/etherfall/744083248765911040/in-your-au-would-n-ever-bond-w-the-elite-4

[bia-wayne-west]

Pregnancy — Barry Allen x Reader

Characters: Barry Allen (The Flash), Reader (You).

Synopsis: You have been married to Barry for two years. One fine day, you start to feel a hunger worthy of a little speedster.

Warnings: Pregnancy, seasickness, pregnancy discovery

N / A: I did this imagine in 10 minutes. I watched a pregnancy movie with my cousin, and then we went to watch The Flash, she suggested the idea to me and I loved it. Hope you like it.

I'm a Latina girl who doesn't speak fluent English, so I want to apologize for any writing errors you find. Feel free to correct me.

MASTERLIST

The day had begun. The sun came through the window, causing you to curl up even more in the duvets.

You ran your hand over the bed, feeling the sheet to feel Allen's warm body. There was only an empty space, indicating that he had been awake for some time.

Your mind tried to sleep again, however, a sweet smell flooded his nostrils. You could have sworn it smelled like pancakes and condensed milk.

The sheets were set aside as his feet touched the ground. With delicate steps, you made your way to the kitchen, being guided by the wonderful smell. You had no intention of surprising Barry, as he could see everything happening in slow motion and could easily see you approaching.

 Allen held a frying pan, trying to flip a pancake. On the kitchen counter was a stack of pancakes and two coffee cups of Jitters.

With a smile on your face, you approached your husband, placing your hand on the speedster's shoulder. Barry's face lit up, showing a sweet smile.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, my dear.”

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“You always make coffee, I decided to make it for you today.” Allen placed the last finished pancake on the plate, enjoying the view of what he had just prepared. “Are you hungry?”

“I think I could devour a whole cow.” Your stomach churned, complaining of hunger.

 You usually didn't eat much, unlike your husband. Barry had to consume at least fifteen thousand calories daily, so he could stay upright and healthy. He literally ate all day and kept him body skinny.

Unlike you, who hardly felt hungry. You were the perfect couple. When you couldn't finish your snack, Allen was able to eat everything and still had plenty of room in his stomach. A few weeks ago, you began to feel extraordinarily hungry.

 You ate almost the same amount of food as Barry. It seemed like you were a speedster, too. Her sense of smell could sense food being prepared in other rooms, as well as feeling terrible nausea and dizziness. You thought it was vitamin’s problem, and you bought some to make yourself feel better.

 Within seconds, the breakfast table was fully set. Without much ceremony, you joined your husband to enjoy their morning meal.

“I could have sworn you have hypermetabolism too.” He joked when he saw you steal a pancake from him after eating yours.

“I don't know what happened. It feels like I'm eating for an army.” You verbalized, picking up the dishes to wash them. As soon as your hand placed the last glass in the sink, a horrible sensation gripped your entire body. You ran to the bathroom, feeling a terrible urge to vomit. Your body leaned over the toilet as the breakfast was poured out.

In less than a second, Barry appeared at your side, his face full of concern. One hand held your hair, while the other smoothed your back.

 “Are you okay?”

“I am. I think I ate more than my stomach can handle.”

“Let Caitlin examine you.”

“I told you I'm fine, dear.” You got up with Barry's help. Along the way, you felt your vision darken and your body vibrate, as if you were a speedster. “I think going to see Caitlin is a good idea.”

 (…)

“I have two new features.” Caitlin said, as soon as she finished examining your blood. “A good one and a bad one, depending on one's point of view.”

“What's the good news?” Barry asked. Cisco, Joe, Barry, and you were waiting in the exam room. Caitlin held a sheet of paper with the results of your exams.

“You're pregnant.”

 Your world spun. Your chest collapsed with happiness. A year ago, you and Barry were planning to have a child, but you never had any luck.

Allen took your hand. The speedster's face was flooded with a smile. Everyone in the room was happy with the news of yet another person being added to Team Flash.

“And what's the bad news?” You asked.

“Very well.” She seemed to be looking for the right words. “I did an ultrasound, and it looks like the baby's heart has stopped.”

“You mean he's dead?”

Everyone in the room asked at once. Tears had already appeared in your eyes, you had barely gotten used to the idea of being a mother, and your little Allen was no longer with you.

“Theoretically, yes.”

“Explain it properly.” You demanded.

“When Barry was struck by lightning, his heart stopped several times. Doctors believed he had died because the machines couldn't record his heartbeat.” She explained. “But his heart had never stopped, what happened is that he was so fast that not even the machines could keep up.”

“So your theory is that the baby is like Barry?” Cisco chimed in. His face was in an expression it was always when he was thinking. “My God, that completely explains your extraordinary hunger and why you started vibrating like a speedster.”

“Our son is also fast.” Allen said, grinning from ear to ear. He deposited a beak on your lips, still holding your hand.

 Ten years later…

 You've finished setting the lunch table. The dish of the day was pasta with broccoli and cheese. Benjamin Allen's favorite meal.

After putting the last dish on the table, you called your child. Benjamin quickly descended using his powers.

The wind caused by your little one's speed left one of the glasses on the table unbalanced. Before Ben had a chance to catch him, another speedster came in front of him. Barry put the glass right where it was before, and went to meet him.

The brunette wrapped his arms around his body and pressed a sweet kiss to her neck. A laugh escaped his throat as he saw his son utter an exclamation of disgust.

“Please, your son is here watching you be completely disgusting. Ben said, sitting in the chair.

Benjamin has the same hair color as yours, but he had the same green eyes as his father. Everyone who saw him always said the same thing, that he was a faithful copy of Barry Allen.

 He and your husband were the guardians of Central City. The little one has not yet obtained all of his father's abilities, but he has the super speed and the ability to vibrate his body and molecules.

 In the middle of lunch, you smiled when you saw the size of your child's plate, which was three times larger than yours. That scene reminded him of something.

“Ben, would you like to hear the story of the day I found out I was pregnant?”

[rayrayor]

It’s no longer a WIP💕

The afterlife is complete and thank you @luluxa for this amazing piece of art for our angel and demon 😈

[strawberrygardenkisses]

Name moodboard for Caitlin:

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[pcktknife]

caitlin 😴

[lovesilkes]

old vi wip

[incorrectcoldflashblog]

Caitlin: I spy with my little eyes: something beginning with the letter “S”.

Cisco: *looks over at Barry and Len* Is it “sexual tension”?

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Lab Rats

Character: Bree Davenport

Sample Size: 191 stories

Source: AO3

[fluorescencefuture]

Third set of Twitter portrait requests! This one’s the Elite 4 and Champions.

[kynimdraws]

Battle Academia Yosante AU...K'sante design for the skinline is by me...which you can see here

Silly drabble about the situation under the cut

Battle Academia is basically a shonen parody skinline and Yone is canonically part of an "Assassin Club" while Caitlin and my K'sante will be in the "Battle Club" and are class presidents of their respective schools (Labrys and Sharur). The Assassin Club has a weird rule where they can kill off students in school-sanctioned duels. Yone is very much about being the best, having a reputation as an edgelord top fighter there. Hearing news about the Sharur Academy's best fighter, he rashly challenges K'sante to a duel...and loses.

But unlike Labrys academy (where Caitlin and Yone are from), Sharur academy never had an Assassin Club since most of the students did not support it. So while Yone is expecting K'sante to kill him in this duel (bc Assassin Club rules), K'sante has no intention to do so. Feeling like this denial of death as an insult, Yone makes a giant fuss over it until K'sante just knocks him unconsious before bringing him to the medical bay.

Caitlin later hears about this, and is upset Yone is doing stupid shit to ruin their academy's reputation. She personally drags Yone over to apologize, even revealing K'sante was the class president of Sharur. Yone is very embarrassed over this and begrudingly apologizes. K'sante, amused, comments how Yone is a good fighter and should not try to waste his life away by trying to do death duels, esp if Yone wants to beat K'sante at some point (which K'sante claims he can't). This goads Yone into trying to having a rivalry with K'sante and then...we can get rivals to lovers from it LMAOOO sry I just think it'd be neat.

[pigdemonart]

I did say i would draw Grimsley falling down the steps of the PokeGala.

[doverstar]

Look, you don't have to worry. ....How do you know? How do you know this isn't some kind of permanent damage? I hear you're good with permanent damage.

Songs For My Fics: Chasing the Light/Heartbreak Warfare by John Mayer

[orphicrose]

can i request caitlyn kiramman x female zaunite reader who's extremely passionate about the cause of "the nation of zaun" and her hate towards topsiders especially enforcers. maybe like teenage enemies to friends to lovers. also headcanons for if the reader also gets taken in by silco alongside powder/jinx following the cannery explosion. also with the reader being a mage with smoke and shadow related powers.

Buttercup (Caitlyn x Zaun!Fem!Reader)

Thank you for the request! This is an au where Violet refused to help Caitlyn so she took her mission upon herself.

There will be 3 parts since i got carried away. Head cannons coming soon !

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The lanes were a bitter place, filled with bitter people. Y/n was no stranger to that. She had grown up suffocated by it, downing in ignorance and self-righteousness from the people above. Always wanting more from the life she was given, and strongly believing she was in the wrong for it. Till she met him. He was her savior, at first. The father she'd always dreamed of. Pulling her from the pits of despair and into his arms.

Silco was a powerful individual with big ambitions, sharing her vision of the nation of zaun. He made her believe she were the key to the revolution, being his little toy for a while without her knowledge.

Veins glowing purple, permanently, from the dread of shimmer. Being his lab rat. Shot, after shot. Day in and day out. Short term affects from the drug had worn off after a while of usage, her body growing a tolerance. And with the constant shots of this unknown substance came long term affects, abilities. Silco spent a while, scratching his head, curious as to how shed obtained such skills from his small . But no answers were clear. Perhaps she was just a mutation, a mistake in the universes code.

"Y/n" a name echoed down the halls, Silco's footsteps approaching the rundown room. "I've been waiting for you all morning" his frame leant against the door way, watching her throw an old rubber ball against the wall.

"I'm tired" She bit back, legs crossed and eyes focused on the movement of the sphere leaving her hand.

"That enforcer is sniffing about again. Deal with it or you are doing the patrol tonight" she listened to his footsteps fade away before letting out a frustrated growl. Patrol meant handing out shimmer to the poor beggars in the street. She didn't understand his motifs anymore. How corrupting their people was supposed to help grow their nation. But he had a big plan, she was certain. It would come together eventually.

Life was quiet recently, ever since Vander was stripped from the undercity seven years ago. Quiet from enforcers, that was. Everything else was a drugged up mess.

But when patrols did make their rounds, it was never good.

Y/n climbed her way through the lanes, not in much of a hurry, looking over the bustling streets miles below her feet. Glaring lights reflecting bright pink hues off her face. No Piltover twats anywhere to be seen.

Lurking with a hesitancy in the tall buildings, a young enforcer with little experience. Her curiosity inevitably going to lead to her downfall one day. Scared eyes followed the buildings above her, stretching to the skyline, as she tries her best to take in the unfamiliar scene around her.

"What am i doing...?" She mumbles to herself, adjusting her hood around her neck and sliding it over her blue hair. "I don't even know where i'm going"

She follows the makeshift path in front of her, looking behind her every second with a unjustified fear of being followed. Not looking at the path shortening in front of her, she jolts forward as her foot misses the ground. A gasp escaping her lips, looking down to realize she was still on her feet. An arm stretched out around her shoulders, a barrier between her life and death.

"Yeah, the path ends there" y/n pulled her backwards, stepping back herself.

"I can see that" Caits eyes still widened with surprise, slowly turning to meet the woman's behind her.

It took a few seconds to notice the uniform before her defenses were up. She was the threat that needed to be taken care of.

"Thank you" Her voice both enchanted and concerned y/n. She was so young to be in this line of business, similar to herself. She would have felt sorry if she wasn't from the topside.

"You shouldn't be here." Y/n took a step backwards ever so slightly.

The two looked at each other, almost assessing the others next move or motifs. Caitlyn looking for anything possible to guide her, and y/n looking for an opportunity to get rid of her. The entitled scum.

"I don't suppose you could help me?" She took a step closer, a spark of enthusiasm in her eyes. It was strange to see a topsider who wasn't screwing their nose up at the sight of y/n. They usually made it obvious how little they cared, but not this one. It put y/n on edge. She didn't respond to the question, waiting for an answer.

"I'm looking for a... inventor" She chose her words carefully, holding up a unironically decorated bomb. Child like scribbles covering the sheet of its rusted metal. Y/n knew one person who drew like that, who made machines like that. The person who had grown up along side her, like a deranged sister. But a sister nonetheless. "I don't suppose you recognize this?"

Caitlyn knew the answer to that question the moment y/n's eyes fell onto the object in her hand. The worried expression on her face telling her to reach for the rifle on her back. Before both of them knew it, weapons were draw at each others head. Y/n wielding a small, volcanic pistol that her sister had crafted for her hands specially.

The scene had happened so quickly, neither really knew what they were fighting for in the moment.

"You're close to the creator, aren't you" Caitlyn jolted her rifle towards the woman accusingly, one eye resting on the scope.

"You don't know anything"

"She's dangerous"

Both stood in a stand off, waiting for the other to move as an excuse to pull the trigger.

"What are you going to do to whoever invented it?" Y/n questioned, adjusting the pistol in her sweating hands.

Caitlyn took a second to respond. Aiming to diffuse the situation, maybe get information if she was lucky.

"If you tell me who it is, i can help you. The whole of Piltover need someone behind bars for the stunt that was pulled. I need a story"

"A story or a name?" Y/n scoffed. "If i help you, how do I know you won't go behind my back and lock her up anyway? I could kill you right now and let this all be over"

"If i don't return home, they'll send more enforcers. Something tells me you don't want that" She lowered her weapon to the floor slowly, raising her hands above her head as a sign of surrender. "I can get you anything. Money?"

"A meeting with the council" Y/n was quick to order her. Having her priorities in order. "No questions asked, a meeting with the counsel and i'll help you"

"Deal"

"But I need your help with something. I'm not going to give you valuable information without being able to trust you first" Y/n prodded her shoulder with the barrel of her gun. Waiting for conformation.

Caitlyn shook her head, looking at the ground below her. A sigh escaping her lips. "Fine, but i won't hurt anyone"

"Then you have yourself a deal, buttercup"

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The young mage toured the enforcer around the maze of the lanes. Checking to make sure she was keeping up with her every so often, and finding it amusing when she hesitated to jump across the buildings with her. Her poorly executed jumps resulting in a thud in the metal of the rooftops, winding herself with every landing.

"keep up" She heard y/n's voice echo in front of her, struggling to keep up.

"Where are we going" Her breathlessness making her words almost unintelligible. Frustration across her face when there was no response to her reasonable question.

What felt like an eternity of running for the English, was just ten minutes. In ten minutes they had arrived at a tall, metal structure. Seemingly an old radio tower. Overlooking all of the underground, if it wasn't surrounded by a thick pollution.

"Are you going to tell me what we are doing yet?"

Y/n rolled up her sleeves, walking around the unstable structure as if she had lost something.

"Hello?" Y/n's hand fell to Caitlyn's mouth, forcing her to be quiet. The enforcer seconds away from struggling till a faint buzzing could be heard.

"Quiet, they are coming" She slowly moved her hand away, moving to her side. "Don't say anything and let me handle this okay?"

Strange, considering she was there to help and she was ordered not to do anything. Her back was up but Caitlyn had no time to argue, before a group of hoverboards came into view. The riders wearing masks and distinctive markings on their clothes. She recognized them. They were the firelights.

"Ekko" Y/n moved forward as the three figures gracefully walked off their boards and towards the woman. A hand held out, waiting for something. A drug deal?

Y/n pulled a shining blue rock from her pocket, emanating power. The hues shone through the fog and reflected off the eye holes cut into Ekko's mask. He took no time to snatch the orb away from her, inspecting it before passing it to his college behind him for safe keeping. A small envelop being pulled from his breast pocket and dropped into y/ns hand with little care.

Caitlyn's rage built inside her, leaping from her feet to attempt to grab the boy before he had the chance to escape. But she was too slow. Cursing them out as they faded away.

"Don't think i don't know what that was. I could see it a mile away glowing in your pocket." Y/n laughed, inspecting the piece of paper and tucking it neatly away in a back pocket.

"That was priceless! Do you know what you've done? Do you know what they could do with that?" Cait's voice more urgent than y/n had seen yet. Arms flailing about to further exaggerate her point.

"Yes, more than anyone-"

"And you gave it away for a piece of paper?"

"I need this! Don't worry, buttercup. We will get your little stone back. Trust me, this isn't good for me either" Y/n shrugged, beginning to walk towards a ladder that would lead them towards the ground.

Caitlyn mindlessly followed her. "Then why did you give it away so easily?"

"That's my business, okay? Stop worrying, we will get it back. Their defenses aren't exactly advanced right now." Y/n grabbed the top of the ladder and began her decent, voice following her down. Caitlyn's brows furrowed, muscles tensed with agitation. Now she didn't have a choice but to follow this woman through the dangers of the lanes. Screw her mission, that stone was far more important.

"This is ridiculous"

[genmuhan]

ポケットモンスターBW(BW2)　カトレアとランクルス