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to me, you've been dead for centuries. // rp acct for eobard thawne/reverse flash from cw’s the flash. / #dcrp / / MVRP 18+ / MDNI / Mun is 28

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"my powers are beyond your understanding."

rp/parody account for eobard thawne/reverse flash from cw's the flash. will contain darker themes. written by hallion. admin is 28.
All of the above. Cutting edge stuff… surely you’ve heard of our particle accelerator.
Sounds promising but I’ve never heard of it.

Experiments? Research?
Dr. Harrison Wells.

I run S.T.A.R Labs in Central City.
February 16, 2026 at 2:00 PM
Dr. Harrison Wells.

I run S.T.A.R Labs in Central City.
I could be better but I’m good nonetheless. And I’m even annoying enough to match it with brains.

Attorney Jen Walters. And you are?
Are you one of the ‘good guys’ or the bad?
February 16, 2026 at 1:57 PM
Are you one of the ‘good guys’ or the bad?
It’s hard to say, I have to hear the whole plan first.
I… might have a job for you. If you’re willing.
February 16, 2026 at 1:52 PM
I… might have a job for you. If you’re willing.
February 16, 2026 at 1:50 PM
Hmm.

Fairly impressive.
February 16, 2026 at 1:47 PM
HA !!
Does your muse go to any form of therapy?
February 16, 2026 at 1:36 PM
“Soon you won’t be able to take your eyes off of it,” Thawne says smugly. “I hear your specialty is time, is it not?”
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ« Side.ᐣ »

ㅤㅤ•° the Goddess tilted her head to the side slightly, amusement never leaving her face.

ㅤㅤ« That depends on what you can give. Though really, I have little interest in what you're up to, for now. »
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“What would it take to get you on my side?” Thawne finally speaks.

“I know a few dozen rotten time criminals running, speeding around out there….”
February 16, 2026 at 12:39 PM
Thawne smiles. He begins to wait for Anti’s return.

And wait. And wait.
As much as he wants to point out that the incentive for good behaviour and the threat for bad, lose their grounding if he gets hurt either way, he resists the urge and keeps his mouth shut.

With a little nod, he flickers softly before disappearing.
“Find the boy,” Thawne repeats. “Find MY SON. Bring him home. Or. Else.”

He reaches out to adjust Anti’s shirt collar.

“And if you disappear on me… I will find you, and beat you to a pulp in front of Crutchie. Perhaps I even will if you bring him back! Either way…”
February 16, 2026 at 12:33 PM
I always know. I always figure it out.
Father of the year award.

If I find that kid, you won’t know about it.
I’d be surprised if that bomb lasted this long.

Pleased, but surprised.

Ah! You’ve given me a wonderful new idea. Try… out… bomb… on… son. Perfect!
February 16, 2026 at 12:31 PM
What a beautiful day to go back in time and steal some orphan’s birth certificates.
February 16, 2026 at 12:27 PM
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// replies will be slow this week, took the weekend off w/ the gf and I have an audition tomorrow :)
February 16, 2026 at 2:03 AM
I’d be surprised if that bomb lasted this long.

Pleased, but surprised.

Ah! You’ve given me a wonderful new idea. Try… out… bomb… on… son. Perfect!
Man, I already have a headache. And it isn’t from that bomb you got me with.

But I ain’t telling you shit if I see some time traveling kid around
Oh, Jason, Jason, Jason.

If you meet a boy from another century in the past, that’s my son. Do tell me when you see him!”
February 16, 2026 at 3:03 AM
Speeding around putting up more posters than necessary.
February 16, 2026 at 2:57 AM
Oh, Jason, Jason, Jason.

If you meet a boy from another century in the past, that’s my son. Do tell me when you see him!”
People used to be subtle about trafficking schemes

Where’s the art and effort in the world anymore?
February 16, 2026 at 2:56 AM
Putting up new signs all over the city.
<— Spray painting a big “L” over this sign
WANTED:

superhero metahumans who are DYING to get rid of their powers.

apply inside.
February 16, 2026 at 2:43 AM
WANTED:

superhero metahumans who are DYING to get rid of their powers.

apply inside.
February 16, 2026 at 2:33 AM
Hmph. Wit is wasted on the youth.
I don’t have a clue what you mean
Perhaps you should worry about a different kind of name, Timothy.
February 16, 2026 at 2:30 AM
Hm.

You can try. But I guarantee Barry won’t let you.

Congratulations to the… happy couple.
"Okay so... Not I just need a little bit of 'metahuman' wedding prep."

1) Distract Godzilla.
2) Throw Thawne into the sun.
3) Distract Luthor with something.
4) Prevent Bruce from paying for everything somehow.
5) Invite Mera and Author while also providing an inoffensive seafood option.
February 16, 2026 at 2:27 AM
Perhaps you should worry about a different kind of name, Timothy.
It’s your name, isn’t it? Eobard? Eobard Thawne?

I can’t say I know your middle name.. if you have one.. but I hope it isn’t like Wally’s and you’re named after a magical reindeer
What’s that supposed to mean, EoBaRd
February 16, 2026 at 2:14 AM
“Find the boy,” Thawne repeats. “Find MY SON. Bring him home. Or. Else.”

He reaches out to adjust Anti’s shirt collar.

“And if you disappear on me… I will find you, and beat you to a pulp in front of Crutchie. Perhaps I even will if you bring him back! Either way…”
Anti swallows, falling silent with an expression that says he knows his place and should probably stay in it.
Thawne zooms directly at Anti’s face.

“One more word out of you and I crack your skull wide open.”
February 16, 2026 at 2:13 AM
Hm. Good game.
This pathetic creature caught you once already, doesn't that make you a little useless shit?
Oh… you poor, pitiful, pathetic monster.

I’ll be waiting.
February 16, 2026 at 2:10 AM
“Argh!” Thawne yells, genuinely surprised at the starbolts — so much so that he lets go of Klov’r and stumbles backwards.
He squeaks, and in a brief moment of panic extends his hands to shoot starbolts at Thawne as he rises in flight.

"I'm telling my uncle Bart about this!" He sounds angry and scared, also annoyed, as he rather not use his powers as Robin.
He lets go of Klov’r in disgust, then lifts a vibrating hand.

“I think it’s time for you to say goodnight, boy.”
February 16, 2026 at 2:10 AM
Thawne zooms directly at Anti’s face.

“One more word out of you and I crack your skull wide open.”
"You're kinda obsessed with him," Anti points out, with more sass than he should rightfully own after the amount of times he's had to beg for his life. "He's a straight married father, it's never going to happen."
“No?”

Thawne laughs, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t you now? Well, I have to say that’s smart. I did debate creating an orphan crusher machine, but then I thought — I thought, what would Barry Allen HATE?! If I claimed this boy as my SON, and gave him all the powers in the world, that’s what!”
February 16, 2026 at 2:08 AM
What’s that supposed to mean, EoBaRd
What’s that supposed to mean, Eobard
Have fun with that.

Oh and — take care of yourself. Tim.
February 16, 2026 at 2:07 AM
“No?”

Thawne laughs, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t you now? Well, I have to say that’s smart. I did debate creating an orphan crusher machine, but then I thought — I thought, what would Barry Allen HATE?! If I claimed this boy as my SON, and gave him all the powers in the world, that’s what!”
"...No."

Barry's words come back to him at that moment. Thawne doesn't make mistakes. If he wants to hurt Crutchie and needs Anti out of the way, he'll find a reason to do so. Anti has messed up so many times and yet he's still alive; Thawne needs him alive.

"I don't trust you'll keep your word."
“Good,” Thawne says, smirking.

He’s going to throw Anti into the smallest, anti-powers cell in his lab before beginning work on the boy. Someone must learn to choose their words more carefully.

His smile vanishes.

“Now bring him to my lab. IMMEDIATELY.”
February 14, 2026 at 11:40 PM