#New Green Knight Poster

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The One Were Jungkook;

more slasher!jk

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨; slasher, 80s, psychological horror

𝙩𝙬; non-con, somnophilia, horror, violence, blood

(thank you to @hoseokshobagi for helping me with this big mess, I love u, shut up)

NY, 1985

The little ol' Brew House wasn't like the bar you went to with Jimin. It was so small that you could feel the sweat running down your back, the ghost of a hand or a glance behind you with every step. There was a sour smell of old, dried beer on the rustic green furniture and freshly disinfected vomit in the corner where Jungkook motioned for you to sit.

"Sit down, don't move."

You climbed onto the cracked brown leather stool, your bare thighs sticking to it like Velcro. A band was playing Iron Man on the other side and it was so uncoordinated that it matched the people sitting there: middle-aged men in blue-collar jobs, women in black leather skirts and foreign students with little money, underworld poets and their upper class girlfriends living the fantasy of muses sitting one their boyfriend's thighs while they discussed Bob Dylan and Williams Burroughs. A green and brown amalgam of sweaty skin drinking warm beer and watered down whiskey.

You couldn't help but compare both places.

Sweaty Joe's was a bar just two corners from the university, it was bathed in colored lights and posters as old as the owners of the place themselves. Red leather sofas were distributed in the corners and those, for years, have belonged to the Maroon Knights players.

This is where you met Jimin, it was your first week and you and Bobby Joe decided to have a beer, you two were new, smiled candidly at each gentleman who offered you another drink. You had never done that in the small town where you came from.

Jimin was celebrating his first winter tournament, his crimson cheekbones and his elegant smile conquered your heart, he let you sleep in his room in the trailer where he lived with his four brothers. His hands never took yours without first asking you, never looked away. You fell asleep so quickly in that bed while the little snores of the quaterback kept you stable, safe.

At dawn, you couldn't even see his face, you spent a week avoiding the hallways where he frequented until you did what your mother did to apologize to people: you baked some cookies. Unfortunately, he was on a diet but he still accepted them, his younger brother would eat them all with pleasure, you offered him a kiss and he let himself go.

That afternoon you lost your virginity behind his secong-hand orange Pontiac, white cotton panties crumpled and drooled between your teeth as Jimin held your calves. You cried so much that he forgot to moan, but your boyfriend wiped away each tear with his wet tongue and his thumbs until his cum fell thickly onto your skirt and his uniform.

The second time was different. What you don't know is that you cooking for him lit a spark, a simple breeze in a dry forest and you were the summer sun. You were going to be his wife, he promised you, with drooping eyelids and your pelvis on top of a pillow, his hands guiding your ass until they collided with his waist.

“I'm going to make you mine, I'm going to buy you a house and a huge ring. Fuck—you’re going to have to stop me at some point because I’m going to get you pregnant every time you smile at me, love. Doesn't Ms. Park have a ring to it?" He growled grabbing your hair to pull you closer to his sweaty chest.

“What is that pretty head of yours thinking about, huh?” Jungkook snapped his fingers at you, placing a long mug of beer in front of you. The second cigarette of the afternoon dangled between his fingers as he waited for you to take a drink, his eyes darting from your chest to your hair. “I saw you look at the ring on your finger.”

“My boyfriend gave it to me a month ago.” You said fixing the thin silver ring, a promise desperate to be fulfilled.

“How very” The boy laughed, choking on the smoke, you held the beer and took a long drink.

You realized that men when they exist in a cloud of promises and anonymity are more fuckable, because now seeing the metalhead in front of you, you just wanted to hit him.

“I don't understand why you keep yapping when you're not here to hear me speak.”

“I didn't want us to move on to fucking so quickly, but if you can't wait, then we'll make a little something in the alley.” Seeing your face blush he laughed again. “I'm kidding, doll. Don’t be so rigid.”

With a whistle, Jeon effortlessly caught the eye of a man nearby. His muscles were noticeably defined, and he sported a pair of square glasses that added a touch of charm. Dressed in a casual plaid shirt, his hair styled like a military man. Spotting Jeon, his face lit up with recognition, and he quickly closed the distance between you.

“Kim, I thought you weren't coming to the meeting.” Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of the man's slight tensing as his friend spoke, but without skipping a beat, his hand gently landed on his friend's shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"You literally said-"

"No, I didn't. Gosh, give me a break."

Hoseok looked in your direction with a hint of distrust, the creases on his face sharpening with each step you took. You walked closer, his eyes traced your body from head to toe, his initial skepticism fading away the moment he reached your side. Your little shorts and Wham! t-shirt hugged your curves tightly, clinging to your tits like a sculpture of marble.

"What's this?" Hoseok pointed at you and moved his fingers up and down.

"Come, I want to introduce you to my friend. We met in…" Jungkook's smile widened as he tilted his hand. “Well, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that you have to make a place for her in the club, wouldn't you gladly have one of the sweetest pieces of meat of the whole faculty on the team, eh?”

Jungkook looked in your direction again, he knew that the way he spoke caused tremendous disgust in you and he enjoyed it. “This is Hoseok, the president of the archery club. Greet him before he hates you for some reason.”

"Shut up." Hoseok's voice cut through the air as he extended his arm to shake yours, his calloused hand brushing against your skin. His sharp eyes studied your hands intently, examining every detail. "You got weird fingers."

"Is that how you give compliments to pretty girls?"

Hoseok let out a sigh, nonchalantly plucking the cigarette from Jungkook's mouth. With a subtle gesture, he motioned for his friend to approach while bringing the cigarette to his own lips.

“If you want to fuck one of the cheerleaders, find another way, I'm not going to put her in the club, dude.” His failed attempt at whispering, which was clearly intentional, didn't escape your ears.

“Do you think I have to fuck one of you to be part of your Disney Heroe theatre team?”

Hoseok's eyebrow arched, while leaning back against the bar stool. With a confident yet subtle sway, he adjusted his posture, his pelvis shifting ever so slightly, but still managing to catch your eye. A mischievous grin formed on one side of his lips, knowing full well of the effect he had on you. “And why the hell are you looking for me if you don't need me, Barbie?"

"I'm here to let you know that I'll be waiting for you in the green area on Monday at 3, expecting you to hand me a bow and arrow," You declared, a sweet smile playing on your lips like a precious jewel shimmering beneath a cloak of innocence as you deftly snatched the cigarette from between his parted lips. "And I hope you show up with a smile that could outshine the sun and a more decent cologne."

Hoseok scoffed with raised eyebrows, clearly unimpressed by your little rebel talk as you took a drag from his stolen cigarette.

"You do realize you'll be the only woman in the group, right? The guys ain't going to like you, they tend to be very…"

"Terrified of women," Jeon chimed in, leaning against your shoulder.

"Exclusive," Hoseok added.

"They'll probably do a jerk-off circle if they see me in a skirt." You quipped, a sly smile playing on your lips.

The three of you looked at the cubicle where the a few memebers sat, all upper class kids who couldn't get into anything in their lives without Mommy opening the door for them first.

“Whatever, you're not even that hot, they'll live.”

You smiled, turning around on your stool to continue drinking your beer. “See you on Monday, four eyes.”

“Bye, Hobi-Bobby.” Jungkook rested his arm on the bar, his eyes positioned on your profile.

“Do you want to fuck now? I love women who know how to silence men, i'm already hard.”

"Why are you so fucking disgusting?"

"You're the one sitting next to me, you can go now." And he waited. You stayed there, speechless and waiting, too.

"Kim?"

"Who?"

“The dickhead called you Kim.”

“I don't know who that is, sweetheart.”

“Mm.” You nodded. You weren't too sure now. “Are you sure you're the one I talked to that night?”

"I promise you." Jungkook dragged his stool closer to your ear, the smell of nicotine and shaving cream was pleasant, manly. "Are those sugar tits as sweet as that voice of yours?"

“What time did I call you?” You ignored his nutty breath.

“Are you questioning me now?”

"Yeah."

His jaw tensed, biting the inside of his cheeks.

“I'm going to give you some advice, doll. If you want things to go well today, don't question me.”

You felt a rush cover your back, the beer felt colder on your fingers and you were more aware of his proximity. You were in his territory, you didn't know anyone there, you were screwed.

“Can you answer me just one thing and that's it?”

Jungkook moved closer and nodded, his pupils stabbing at your lips waiting for you to say something out of line so he would have an excuse to destroy you with.

“Why do people think you are weird?”

His sigh collided with your neck, a smile woven little by little; you could see stars in his eyes when he moved back. The raw desire to show you why.

He leaned close to your ear and whispered slowly, the urge to laugh drowned out by his words. Both his hands hiding his lips like a child. You swallowed as you finished listening, a long drink to finish the remaining beer.

He pulled out a new cigarette before your eyes met his again.

“So, in your room or mine?” He mumbled before lightning the tip.

“I'm- I think I'm going home.”

"Isn't your home in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania, you silly little bun'?"

The man in front of you pouted, nodding with a dejected face when he saw you stand up, the large mug of beer hitting your trembling anatomy. You wanted to vomit, to shed your own skin to pieces, to vanish, to crawl along the road back home like a mass of nerves and to sleep in your bed until you forgot what this psychopath had just hummed in your ear in the middle of the crowd.

But what did you expect? Wasn't this what you were looking for?

That's why curiosity ends up being the cruelest animal feeling. It takes you to the cheese on top of the trap, it makes you look at the sun and go blind, it makes you run through the grass until you fall at the bottom of nowhere. Voices like Jungkook's end up taking you to a seedy bar, at the mercy of God if he is even allowed in these parts.

“Come on, I'll take the bike down for you, then.”

You grabbed your backpack and walked in front of Jeon, stares like needles digging into your shorts.

Outside, his arms stretched out to take the bicycle, as light as a feather.

“I would've take you to college but-”

“I think this is where our journey ends, Jungkook.” Your voice was firm, elegant. You knew when to say goodbye.

He remained silent, one last smile as a gift. "If you say so." His hands opened dramatically to show you the road.

You raised your leg until you sat down and accelerated down the street, the sun hiding on the horizon. You didn't know if it was the wind hitting your cheeks and eyes, but you felt the cold stream go down to your neck. You wanted the road to get shorter in front of you and suddenly you were crying like a lost child, the sharp exhale stinging your lungs, you took all the alleys you recognized and the ones you didn't and you looked around at the desolate sides of New York.

Hiding from the sun your skin grew cold and the sobs turned to murmurs praying that you would return alive to the arms of Steph or Bobby Joe.

But oh, how angelic you looked with the halo of Jungkook's car headlights on your back. A honk chilled your blood until you couldn't do anything but grip the handlebars until your knuckles turned white.

“I changed my mind, I'll take you.” His breathing was jagged, he was sweating deeply, swallowing hard to hide the psychosis.

“It won't be long now and my boyfriend is waiting for me.”

“Don't worry, just load the bike and I'll drop you off at his house.”

'No' was not an answer and you knew that, no one ever said no to her and if they did no woman managed to keep her tongue to say it.

"Roger that. Thank you, Jungkook, you are a gentleman.”

“Of course, get off the bike now.” "She muttered as she snatched the iron from your hands and threw it behind her vehicle.

The trip was lethargic, the music faltered in the car with each curve until you reached a neighborhood of white houses and yellowish lights, the crickets chirped in the safe silence of a suburb. You thought about getting out when the car stopped and screaming until your lungs vomited.

But of course when you arrived the garage door was open, the car slid across the smooth concrete without a sound.

“Do you mind if I look for a few things before I take you home?” His voice sounded so carefree that you almost believed you were going back to your dorm room. You shook your head as he went down to close the garage door, the darkness consuming your hope.

Your heart began to beat blood so fast that your hands began to try to open your door, Jungkook tilted his head at the noise until he saw your reflection in the side mirror.

"Why you do that? God, you’re so stupid.” Jungkook took your hair in his hands and without much effort dragged you out of the vehicle and onto the garage floor. His hand covered your mouth, his calloused and sweaty fingers undoing the button on your Levi's until they stuck to your ankles.

“It's only once, you have to reward me for the beer you had.” His voice burned in your ear along with the beating of your heart, a light hum of your soul trying to get away from your dirty body.

“Mm-” You groaned as you felt the fabric of his jeans mold between your ass. Moving was in vain, fighting a mere fantasy.

“Just a quickie and then I'll drop you off, don't be so rigid.”

Your body was puppeteered to the living room with dim lights, curved and modern furniture that someone paid great attention to match with the upholstery and the carpet that decorated the floor.

And your body was thrown to the edge of the pink couch, the metal underneath the cloth digging into your stomach, your ass in the air as you felt cold hands remove your underwear. Why weren't you moving? Why did you let this happen to you? What was your mom doing right now? You thought of her chubby body moving around her room while organizing her dresses.

Warm spit fell onto your pussy and you closed your eyes, the last tear creating a shadow on the corrugated carpet as Jungkook slid his cock around the entrance to wet the entire area. The phone rang five, six, ten times next to you. Beep.

Hello, you are calling the sweet home of Bee, Dr. Kim and Taehyung. We are on vacation in Florida, but when we arrive we will take your message. Bye bye!

Who were the animated voices humming on the phone and why was Jungkook's voice there? You looked at the stranger loosening his grip on the sudden crackling laughter coming from the small speaker on the phone.

"Fuck." The now stranger mumbled, holding your neck with his forearm.

"You got the wrong kid, callgirl." And your eyes opened like a full moon, you looked at the closed windows of the room. “Taehyung, you have ten to hide.”

"Shit." Taehyung whimpered behind you pushing your body to the ground, instinctively you grabbed his leg causing his body to fall to the ground next to yours.

If you were going to die today, you wouldn't do it alone.

"Five, six…"

“What the fuck are you doing, you fucking whore?! I will die if he finds me.” His reddened face dragged trying to take your sudden weight and strength off of him. It was useless. Black Sabbath began to play above the house, reverberating, like thousands of wasps between the walls. “I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please. Let me go."

Taehyung's head reached the kitchen when a worn military boot stopped his movements. The muddy sole of the boot collided with Taehyung's head, making it bounce again and again and again against the wood of the kitchen. It was a hollow, wet sound, more forceful with each blow.

You leaned your body back until you collided with the sofa, your nails anchored in the carpet.

"Sorry. I'm sorry, ple-” Taehyung tried to speak until the boot took the last hit and his jaw hung from his mouth like a toy. His eyes looked back with mercy. Run, he shouted to you with his bleeding eyes, run until you die but run. A broomstick passed through his mouth until his body bounced once more.

So still.

Drool was falling from the corners from having your mouth open for so long. Why didn't you run? Is it that the boot you were looking for so long? Was the cruelty of being curious true?

An excessively tall figure passed through the kitchen frame, avoiding Taehyung's lifeless body. Black was the first thing you saw, the dirty jeans, the leather jacket tied around his waist, the Motley Crue tank top pressing against his chest and shoulders. Sweat dripped from his mullet to his tattoos.

His face, soft and covered in red. His oval nose and thin lips, eyes like a dead deer. Metal surrounding the room like the choir of fallen angels.

It was him, it was Jungkook.

“Poor little thing.” He licked his lips as he held your chin so you were looking at him. “Look at you, so afraid of that fucking-” he growled under his breath, getting down to your level.

"Please do not kill me." You cried, the air was thick, like sulfur around him.

“I didn't promise you that in the call, baby. Did you forget already?"

His hands were delicate under your armpits until he lifted you up and took your body to the furniture sitting you on top of his wide thighs. Your body looking at the turned off television, the curved reflection showed the difference in size. You were a doll on top of that beast.

“Put your foot up.” He ordered as he grabbed your knee to help you put on your Levi's with the softness of a creature in feather hands. "Stop crying."

“I can't, I'm too scared, I want to go home.”

"Pity." Jungkook sighed, taking your underwear from his jeans, wet with some chemical. His tattooed fingers took the flimsy cotton to your nose. Bitter at first and then it burned in your lungs. “Don't try to fight it, it'll be worse for you, baby. Atta girl, just let go, inhale.” His voice was serious, unharmed, like an anesthetic just like the clorophorm. There was no harm in closing your eyes if you were in the great hands of a beast, a mammoth.

"I like you girls manageable, stupid." Was the last thing you heard, a smile grazing your neck.

Your body rose without permission, abrupt. The pain was immeasurable.

“Jimin, she's up!” You heard a small voice in the corner of a familiar room, the sheets rough and thick.

The silhouette of Jimin's younger brother ran to the kitchen. The other two brothers approached the door, their blond heads peeking out. Jimin pushed them until he reached you.

“Hyung-”

“Shut the door, JP. I’m sick of you, just eat your fucking breakfast and get out of the house.” Jimin shouted, looking at his brothers out of the corner of his eye.

The slow footsteps receded and Jimin turned his attention to you.

“Love, no, don't cry. I'm here.”

His name fell from your lips desperately as you squeezed his face, consuming every detail so your body knew it was real and wouldn't squirm like a worm.

“Breathe with me, come on.”

You closed your eyes hugging your boyfriend's neck.

“Come on, I've prepared a hot bath for you in the twins' room.” You shook your head frantically without breaking away. “It's just to get the mud off your body, then we'll go back to bed.”

"Mud?"

“Minjun found you outside this morning, do you know where you were last night, who did this to you?”

You grabbed the sheets and uncovered your body, bruises covering your legs and stomach. The dried mud covering the sheets of Jimin's bed. A scream choked in your throat.

“Its okay, I can change the sheets. Don’t worry about that. Let's go champ, up.” Jimin patted your injured thigh so you would chain your legs around his abdomen. With a grunt, Jimin lifted you up and carried you to a makeshift tub of hot water.

The little beds were together on one side of the small room, a metal tub emanating sweet steam covering the walls of the room in a thin web of drops.

“Raise your arms.” Jimin kissed your neck gently, the nausea returning little by little but you just let your body melt in the arms of the only person who mattered. His eyes shone with the concern of a father, he undressed you as quickly as possible so that the bruises didn't have time to hurt. Reaching your shorts, he knelt in front of you and stared at your tired face.

“I shouldn't have gone to the bar last night.” He wavered his speech for a second as he slowly lowered the zipper.

“Shh.” Your hand fell into his messy hair, he was still wearing his pajamas, what time did Jungkook throw you in front of Jimin's trailer?

The silence became strange, different. You didn't understand Jimin's sudden furrowed eyebrows when he took off your Levi's.

“Minnie?”

“Motherf-” Jimin stood up and hit the wall hard. His body turned around until he was looking at the jeans on the floor again. “That's it, I'm calling Yoongi.”

"What? Yoongi, what for? Minnie, don't leave, please."

"Don't move!"

Your boyfriend disappeared from the room before you asked him what was happening. You sighed with a heavy heart as you walked in pain to the shots on the floor: a wide, slimy stain extended from front to back. The pants fell to the floor and you went to the mirror on the wall.

Your trembling finger curved until you felt the hole between your legs, the whitish and salty cum thread stretched from your entrance to your shocked face.

You don't remember Taehyung penetrating you. Was Jungkook such an animal that he came inside while you were passed out? How could he?

Tears gathered in your eyes as you laughed silently, the pain was unbearable around your waist and legs, pussy still numb and you could only remember the patterns on the carpet.

Cruel curiosity.

#❗slasher! jk thoughts #bts imagines #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts dark fic

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

piece based on the idea that Dakota might've started learning guitar to play along with Ashe's drums ^_^ Ambigiously timed but was originally gonna be post s2 (tho their designs here look more s1)

Extras under the cut, as usual :3 AND a VERY detailed ID since this piece is a big one

Detailed ID: a drawing of Dakota Cole and Ashe Winters from Just Roll With It: Prime Defenders, sitting in Ashe’s dorm room.

Ashe is sitting on the bed, with one arm behind her head and the other rested on her stomach, while Dakota is lying on his back on the floor holding an electric guitar, legs kicked up on the bed next to Ashe.

Ashe has white skin, long curly white hair, a few freckles, and is looking down at Dakota with an open mouthed smile. She is wearing a dark purple beanie with pins of Madeline from Celeste, the Welcome to Nightvale logo, and the knight from Hollow Knight partially covered by her hair.

She is also wearing a shirt with the album cover of I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning by Bright Eyes. Over the shirt is Dakota's red flannel. She's wearing black jeans, one black and green sock, and one purple and black sock with cat ears at the top and cat paws at the toes.

Dakota has mid-brown skin with a few moles, and medium lengthed, curly, bright red hair thats splayed out across the floor. his eyes are shut tight and his eyebrows are furrowed, whilst hes smiling widely.

He has a black bandana around his forehead. On his neck is a chain, and attached to that is a purple heart with the letter 'A' on it. He's wearing a white tank top, that exposes his shoulder which features a temporary Ms G tattoo of her face accompanied with the words 'Ms G' in a galaxy pattern.

Dakota's wearing beige shorts, and has another temporary tattoo on his thigh which reads 'Teaching Moment' in galaxy text. his socks are white.

The blue and white electric guitar he's holding has a sticker that says 'Prime defenders' in black and white, and another sticker that says 'Just Roll With It' in gold and purple. At the top of the guitar near the tuning pegs, it reads 'Prime'.

They are in Ashe's dorm room. Her bed has a blue mattress and a green blanket that's pushed against the pillow away from Ashe, and draping off the side of the bed onto the floor. On the part of the blanket that's on the bed, there is a plush of Morgana from Persona 5, and another plush of Bacon Man. On the part of the blanket that's on the floor, there is a Nintendo DS, except with the word 'Primtendo' written on it. On the side of the bed there are 3 stickers; one of Hatsune Miku, one of Mae Borowski from Night In The Woods, and one of Tony's Pizza.

On the purple carpeted floor underneath the bed, theres a cardboard box labelled 'Secrets'. There is also an oval rug that Dakota is lying on that has a green, yellow, blue, and red circular design. ontop of this is a pair of headphones with the wire spiralling across the floor, and an amp that Dakota's guitar is plugged into. the front of the amp has the word Prime where the brand name of an amp would be usually

Next to Ashe's bed is a set of shelves. On the flat side facing the bed, there is a My Chemical Romance poster of the album cover of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. Under this poster are 3 photos, of Ashe and Dakota ice skating, Ashe and William walking on traintracks, and Ashe and William taking a selfie in bed. Next to these three photos are two school schedules, labelled 'Ashe Winters' Schedule' and 'Vyncent Sol's Schedule'.

On the shelves, the top shelf has a lit candle next to a box of matches. Next to these are 4 books titled 'The Carnival Of Souls', 'Planetary Problems', 'The Purps' and 'Overlord'. The shelf below this has a plant with small white flowers, in a ceramic pot with a blue heart, a red heart, and a purple heart on it. Next to this is a bottle of ibuprofen, and a turned on purple lava lamp. Behind these are more books titled 'The New Generation', 'Island Of Amal- [cut off]', 'Ultraviolent Light', '[cut off] -Don't R- [cut off],' and 'Good Cop, Ghos- [cut off]'

Underneath that shelf is an open drawer with two fairylight chains trailing out. One is in RGB colours and the other is golden. On the closed drawer below that, there is a Welcome to Nightvale sticker.

On the white wall behind Ashe, there is a window to her left. outside the light is golden, and there is a street. Behind Ashe's head is a Thank You Scientist poster of the album Maps Of Non-Existent Places, a Car Seat Headrest poster of the album Twin Fantasy, and a trans flag. There are also messages in smudged ink reading: '[cut off] -ncent was here !!!', 'Ashe. W [cut off] -s here :3', 'DC wus here <3', 'wiwi waz here [ghost doodle]' and 'love u man'

End ID.

#night thoughts #art thoughts #jrwi #jrwi prime defenders #prime defenders #jrwi pd #ashe winters #dakota cole #demonkicks #this shit took me like. almost a month to make #i am surprised the file hasnt corrupted even once <3

[plainclothesdisaster]

Red Knight - Chapter 3

DP x DC | Dead on Main

Jason Todd encounters one Danny Fenton in the streets of Gotham and suddenly he's thrown into a world of ghosts and monsters. Will he embrace this life? Or will it just end up with him dead again?

Read on AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Jason didn’t go home. Instead, he melted into the shadows across the street from the diner and waited. A few minutes later Danny emerged and got on his motorbike. He revved the engine and began to speed away.

Jason would find out who the hell this guy was. (And if he was totally full of shit). He waited a moment before shooting a grapple line and pursuing.

Fifteen minutes later he found himself on a rooftop across the street from a simple apartment on the fourth floor of an old building. Using the binocular zoom on his helmet he watched Danny inside. He looked tired and utterly human as he went though the motions of getting ready for bed. As he took off his shirt Jason winced at the scars all across his body— most noticeably the Lichtenberg figure that cascaded up his arm and over his shoulder. The amount of electricity needed to leave that kind of mark— something like that should have killed him.

Maybe it had.

Minutes later Danny turned out the light and went to sleep. Jason didn’t leave. The pit was quiet. It stayed quiet all night.

In the morning Jason followed as Danny took the train across the city to Gotham University. Jason blended with the other students as he tailed him through the halls until Danny entered what appeared to be an upper level mechanical engineering lecture. Instead of following him in He headed back to Danny’s apartment.

He opted to pick the lock— better not to leave a trace. Inside he found a fairly typical college apartment. Sparse furnishings, a couple faded band posters tacked to the walls, game controllers strewn about. It was homey. Nice.

Jason found nothing out of the ordinary in the kitchen, nor the closets. No laptop or phone— must have taken them with him. Jason rifled through papers on the messy desk- lecture notes, sketched diagrams, grocery lists- and started to think that he really wan’t going to get anything good on this guy. Then he touched something that jolted him with an electric shock.

Jason pulled his hand away with a whispered curse while shuffling off the remaining papers, revealing some kind of metal belt. It had wires sticking out, chips exposed, clearly an unfinished project. What gave Jason pause was the faint strange glow about it, green with the same energy he saw in Danny’s palm and in his eyes.

He reached a hand toward it again. As soon as his fingers got close he felt the buzz of energy start to sharpen. The pit under his heart snarled. He pulled his hand back.

Mysterious gadgetry certainly was a little suspect, but by itself didn’t point to any nefarious intention. He thought about taking the belt to study it further, but doing proper diagnostics would require help from Tim, or worse, Bruce. No, thanks. Too many questions he didn’t want to answer.

He glanced at the papers again. He saw a full name there. Danny Fenton.

Danny Fenton. A powerful not-meta meta. Also, by the looks of it, just some average guy. That didn’t mean Jason would take his guard down. He knew that metas and monsters often hid in plain sight. And the ones that did it well were the most dangerous.

//

Jason went back to his apartment and slept through the rest of the day.

He woke up that night with a gun in his face.

A shadowed smile leered down at him. “So you are the new ghost boy. You’ll make a fine addition to my collection.”

A green blast split his bed down the middle as he leapt out of the way just in time. Who the fuck?

Jason grabbed the bat he kept next to his nightstand and took a wild swing at his assailant. As the sleep cleared from his eyes a seven foot tall robotic guy with a flaming green mohawk came into focus. His attacker stopped the bat in his hand with surprising strength.

“Ah good, you do have some fight in you.”

The robot guy punched Jason in the gut, launching him across the room. That hurt, way more than a hit from a common goon. What the hell was this guy made of?

Jason pulled himself up and grabbed a gun off the kitchen counter. He leveled it with easy precision. He planted one shot in the robot guy’s chest, the other between his eyes.

His aim was perfect.

Neither shot connected.

The bullets passed right through him. Jason’s mouth went dry.

“Hah, those puny weapons won’t work on me. Now this-“ what could only be described as a rocket launcher emerged from the robotics on the robot guy’s shoulder- “this is a real gun.”

The rockets fired, fueled again by that green energy. Jason bolted for the window and crashed out onto the fire escape, taking a hit to the side as he did. The blast burned but thankfully didn’t break the skin. Still hurt like a bitch though. The pit screamed, but the rage felt more focused now than it had before. Methodically he swung his way down to the street, landing bare-footed and in his sweats, unmasked and unarmed except for the useless gun in his hand. His attacker pursued, emerging through the wall and flying after him.

Jason gritted his teeth. The green energy, the familiar powers— it was too much to be just a coincidence. Ghost, he named his attacker in his head. Like Danny.

He ran.

The ghost caught up with him before he’d made it two buildings down. “Is that all you can do? Scurry around down there like a scared little mouse?”

More blasts assailed him from more varieties of guns. Jason dodged, but just barely. If he could just make it to his safehouse then— then what? He could shoot this guy with more guns that didn’t work? Hide behind walls that the ghost could walk right through?

He heard the next shot too late. A glowing rope wrapped itself around his ankles, sending him stumbling to the asphalt face first. Weak, he thought as he spit out gravel. He’d never felt so weak, not since coming back. For the first time since he emerged from the pit he no longer felt invincible.

His attacker landed with a metallic clank. Jason glowered as the ghost cracked a jagged smile. “That’s it? Your combat is weak. Your banter is lacking. Your head is hardly worth mounting above my mantle.”

Anger smoldered beneath Jason’s heart, pulling in on itself versus the usual explosion. His legs were bound but his hands were still free. He tightened his grip on his pistol.

With a roaring yell he heaved himself half up and swung the gun on the ghost again. He focused his anger, focused that pointed energy, and pulled the trigger.

A bullet shrouded in green flame exploded from the barrel. It connected with the ghost’s stomach, sending a shower of sparks spraying as it tore through the robotics.

The ghost looked down in shock.

Jason smiled in triumph. “How’s that for a real gun.”

Then Jason unloaded, pulling the trigger as fast as he could make it go. He kept shooting even when he should have run out of ammo, each shot a flaming green spark that took a chunk out of the robot ghost with every hit.

“What is this? Impossible!” The ghost took off yelling, retreating back down the street. Jason ripped the rope from his ankles and got on his feet to chase.

Ghost or not, this part Jason knew. Bad guy on the run, him in pursuit. He let his shaken nerves melt into a familiar resolve. The ghost shot back at him but Jason’s focus was unshakeable. His phantom bullets took the guns clean off the robot suit till it was covered in shredded metal.

Finally the ghost flew up, desperate to get out of range, defeated. “I underestimated you whelp. Until next time.”

With that the ghost activated his jet pack and flew away into the night. Jason kept shooting till he vanished over the rooftops.

//

That was not the last attack. They came nightly after that, some new kind of ghost would appear and stir up trouble. He’d notice them on patrol now- glowing vultures on the roofs or a green lion stalking in the park or translucent octopi floating down the streets. Had they always been there and he just hadn’t noticed? Or had they just showed up? The more he watched the more it seemed that other people didn’t see them.

Or maybe they just didn’t care. Just another one of those Gotham things.

Most ignored him entirely but caused trouble in different ways— lurking in sewers and tugging at people’s hems or floating through stores causing electronics to malfunction. Harmless mostly. But ever present. Those ones eventually noticed Jason watching and they’d always look back at him with surprise or curiosity or a sick kind of delight.

Sometimes Jason would pick the fight. He punched a ghost creep following a lady too closely as she walked down the street. Chased off a demonic possum that was oozing some kind of goo into the river. Other times the fight would pick him. He stared too long at a vulture and it swooped down on him, brandishing impossible teeth. A headless guy jumped him outside his safe house. He looked awfully similar to one of Gothams former gang bosses.

He was getting bette at harnessing that green energy and he could reliably shoot energy bullets from any of his guns. He also found that an old fashioned punch would also do the trick.

Once he saw an oily black creature at the edges of his vision, larger and more sinister than any of the other ghosts he’d encountered. A brawl in the street broke out a moment later so he didn’t get to investigate but somehow that one made him feel more unnerved than all the rest.

He didn’t understand where they were coming from or why they were here. He knew someone who probably would.

During daylight hours he gathered intel on Danny Fenton- or at least he attempted to. It was like the kid didn’t exist before he showed up as a student at Gotham University. The internet was shockingly clean of any records or photos.

Jason was beginning to think Danny Fenton was just a pseudonym until finally he got a relevant hit. He found an article published in a now-discredited scientific journal by Dr.s Jack and Madeline Fenton, detailing their paranormal research. The paper theorized about a separate dimension of post-concious beings. Suggested ways to make a portal there. It was too similar to what Danny described to be coincidence. Those were his parents, that was the portal that killed him. Maybe it was all true.

But Jason didn’t find any evidence that they had successfully created the portal. The paper talked about it in theory, not practice. The only evidence of them making it real was Danny himself. If he even believed Danny’s story.

Using a trick he stole from Tim he searched the housing records database and found a property under their names in Amity Park, Illinois. Satellite imaging showed a house that looked like a ufo had crashed landed on top of it. He chuckled to himself. That must be the place.

He was out grabbing a bite of dinner and considering a little field trip to Illinois to investigate further when the next ghost attack happened.

One second he was biting into his sandwich, the next three giant glowing green rats, just like the nasty ones that roamed Gotham’s sewers except 10 times bigger, burst out of the kitchen of the restaurant and out into the street.

Jason abandoned the sandwich and chased them out the door, pulling out his gun as they ran down an alley.

“Quit causing trouble on my turf,” Jason growled as he loosed a few blasts in their direction.

The rats stopped and turned back toward him halfway down the alley. The biggest one sat up and looked at him with sharp eyes. “Your turf? You got it twisted buddy. This here is our turf.”

Out of nowhere a fourth rat tackled him from behind. It’s boxy teeth clamped down on his shoulder with a sickening crunch. Jason yelled as he was thrown to the ground and suddenly all of them were on him, clawing and biting.

Jason clawed and bit back. He carried a gun even in his civvies (obviously) but couldn’t reach it in the thick of it.

He was truly starting to get pissed when suddenly the temperature dropped ten degrees. A voice came from down the alley.

“Hey.”

The rats froze. As a group they all looked toward the voice. At the mouth of the alley, plastic bodega bag in hand, face stern, stood Danny.

“What the hell is this?”

The head rat spoke up. “This is our turf. Tell the new guy he needs to buzz off before we make him.”

Danny folded his arms. His face was stoic but his voice had an icy edge. “I think you should be a bit more friendly to your neighbor.”

The rats reacted immediately, untangling themselves from Jason. “Jeez your majesty we were only joking. Mi casa es su casa and all that.”

“Good. Now scram.”

They scrambled away down the alley with a skittering of claws, running like they had hellfire under their asses.

Jason let out a long breath. Danny looked at him with complete recognition even though he was bare faced and in street clothes. Of course he could clock him out of costume. Why didn’t that surprise him?

Jason propped himself up on one arm. “Your majesty?”

“They don’t mean it as a compliment.” Danny huffed as he knelt down next to Jason, reaching out a gentle hand to inspect his wounds.

Danny’s jaw tightened as he ran a thumb over a gash in Jason’s arm. Jason pulled back.

“I’m fine.”

Danny reluctantly sat back. “There has been more ghost activity lately. Sorry I didn’t catch these guys quicker.”

“It’s okay. I dealt with the rest just fine.”

Danny tensed. “The rest?”

“I’ve been dealing with them since we got coffee. Nearly every night.“

Real anger flashed in Danny’s eyes for just a moment. It surprised Jason, and reminded him how much Danny wasn’t telling him.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Danny looked at Jason with such bare concern it made his heart feel sticky.

Jason grumbled. “I had it handled.”

“How??” Danny whined.

Jason pulled out his gun, pointed upward. Danny frowned, skeptical, until Jason pulled the trigger. A green blast shot into the sky. He shouldn’t have gotten so much satisfaction from surprise on Danny’s face.

“Oh,” Danny said. “Neat trick. That’s new?”

Jason nodded.

Danny sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay. Despite that, there’s no way I’m letting you deal with these ghosts on your own.”

“Let me?” Jason scoffed. “I don’t need your help.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “So you were planning on being rat food just now?”

“I almost had them.”

Danny chuckled. Jason didn’t waver. Then Danny got that glint in his eye.

“Okay. Then prove it.”

“What?”

“Show me you can actually handle a ghost attack and I’ll leave you alone.”

Jason wanted that, right? To not have to think about Danny Fenton popping up randomly in his life again? He ignored the twist of confusion in his gut.

“How? There’s no ghosts.”

Danny stood up and gestured to himself with a smirk.

“You’re joking.” Jason deadpanned.

“Try me.”

Guess that was always how this was gonna shake out. Sure, why not. Stone-faced and without hesitation Jason pulled a second pistol out of his belt and shot a green blast directly at Danny with a sizzling crack. Danny took the hit on the shoulder with barely a flinch. He glanced down at the burn hole on his shirt. The skin beneath was unbroken.

Danny’s smile widened, and there were those fangs again. “That it?”

Jason clenched his teeth and sprang into action. He launched to his feet as he brandished both guns in front of himself, shooting rapid fire.

Danny moved like a practiced fighter, ducking and weaving around the shots. A handful hit him but they didn’t break his focus or his stride. Jason stepped back to keep distance but Danny was quicker. Suddenly he was close enough that Jason felt the coolness of his breath.

His fist came quick. Jason threw up his arm to block. He barely managed to keep his feet under him. The next punch connected with his gut and sent him shuffling backwards, but still upright. He used the space to pull up his guns again and fired.

Danny jumped and suddenly he was lighter than air, floating and flipping over Jason’s head. Jason tracked him with the guns and spun as Danny landed, again too close.

Jason holstered the guns and opted to grab Danny by the front of his shirt with both hands. He turned and slammed Danny into the alley wall.

“You are strong I’ll give you that,” Danny said, the amused grin on his lips mere inches from Jason’s, “But ghosts have tricks.”

Suddenly Jason was holding nothing but air. His fingers clenched into fists.

Barely a breath later Jason felt a cheek next to his, behind him.

“Boo.” Danny said directly in Jason’s ear. Jason elbowed backward reflexively, connecting with Danny’s gut. Danny let out a satisfying oof before slipping out of reach.

It fell into the rhythm of a brawl then as they traded blows. But even with the bits of ghostly flair Danny threw in, it felt off. Danny wasn’t fighting like the other ghosts he’d faced. He was fighting like a human. He was holding back.

Jason ground his teeth together as his anger bubbled to a boil. Stepping back to steal enough distance, he pulled out his pistols. He let the anger swirl and coalesce under his heart. He focused and pulled both triggers at once.

A massive green fireball exploded from the combined gun barrels, hurtling toward Danny.

There was no time for Danny to dodge. Jason relished the surprise on his face. But right before the fireball collided, Danny extended a palm and a translucent green shield appeared, covering him. The fireball dissipated on impact.

Jason groaned in frustration. Another power he didn’t know about? How was that fair?

“Why are you holding back?” he demanded.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Danny’s shield disappeared. “But I could ask you the same question.”

“What?” Jason was barely keeping up as is.

“I think you can do better than this.” Danny challenged.

Jason tightened his grip on his guns. Danny relaxed his fighting stance. “Can’t you go toe to toe with Batman? Even my sister would at least be making me sweat.”

Again that roiling focused anger under his heart, swirling like a supernova. Danny just looked at him with that shit-eating grin. He let the fire of anger burn hotter to cover the rising of something else underneath.

“Be serious.” Jason growled.

“Make me.”

With a roar Jason blasted another huge fireball and the fight was back on.

Jason actually wanted to hurt Danny now. He wanted to prove to himself that he could. He moved faster, punched harder, let out more of that fire with each shot.

The next time Danny got up close and Jason swapped to his fists, Jason noticed a green fiery glow had formed around his hands. Danny did too, when he winced for the first time after a punch connected. The pit under his heart hummed in triumph.

After that it was less easy for Danny to slip away into intangibility, more easy for Jason to press the offensive. Finally Jason swept Danny’s legs from under him and pinned him to the ground, a mirror of the first night they met.

Jason’s breath came in pants. He gripped Danny’s shirt tight in his fist.

“Not bad.” Danny flashed his fangs.

Jason lifted a fist to punch that stupid smile off his jaw but Danny threw up a hand and caught his fist, inches before it hit, stopping it with unshakeable strength.

“Believe me now when I say I’ve got it handled myself?” Jason kept his tone even.

Danny eyed Jason’s still-glowing fist. “More now than before, yeah. But-“ Danny pushed Jason’s fist aside with infuriating ease. He pulled his legs out from underneath Jason with intangibility and floated smoothly to his feet.

“I’m still going to help you.”

“That wasn’t the deal. You said if I-“

A blast of green energy to his stomach cut him off, stronger and faster than any of the punches they’d traded. Danny grabbed Jason by the jacket and they flew, up to the top of the twelve story building. Danny looked at him with empty eyes. And dropped him.

Jason didn’t scream. He scrambled for his grapple gun. He was falling too fast. He got a hand on it, too late- but it didn’t matter. Danny swooped down and pushed him intangibly through the ground at the moment of impact. He felt himself being dragged up through darkness until-

He was stuck in the alley pavement up to his waist. Danny crouched next to him.

“I promise this is a warning not a threat. I didn’t realize that patching up your core would put you over the threshold to get ghostly attention. They won’t stop bothering you. And they won’t all be small fry. If you won’t let me take care of them for you, at least let me give you a fighting chance.”

Jason glowered up at him. “You’re not going to let me out of here unless I say yes.”

Danny smiled, the most brilliant thing in the dark street. “Bingo.”

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Color in Fiction! (Once You See it, You Cannot Unsee it)

White versus black, red versus blue, Gatsby’s green light, Dorothy’s ruby red slippers, Belle’s blue dress.

Color is perhaps the most ubiquitous motif used across both fiction and reality to thread people or objects through a common theme, or to pit two ideologies against each other beyond their verbal spats. Color is also perhaps the simplest motif, but that doesn’t make it any lesser in its potency.

In fiction, color is an easy way for the audience to learn as fast as possible who’s on whose side, and who their opponents are, and today, we’re going to look at a few.

But first: Crash course into color theory:

Warmer colors evoke passion or uncertainty, movement and excitement, happiness and warmth, but also rage, aggression, love, and lust. The cooler colors evoke sadness and serenity, but also youth and spring and winter and death.

Most of the time when a creator wants to juxtapose color in a narrative or other work, they’re going to use inverses, just google one of the hundreds of teal and orange movie posters. Inverses are whatever colors lie at opposite sides of the wheel. Blue and Orange, Red and Green, Purple and Yellow. These pairs show up either in opposition, or as an ensemble of one character or a group or team.

Part 1: Black and White

Yes it has grounds in racism, but black and white are also accepted to mean chaos and order, good and evil, death and life.

In a show like Lost, themes of black and white are constant. The black and white backgammon pieces, the colors of the Dharma station logos, the show’s main title card, God stand-in Jacob (Lucifer from Supernatural), and his unnamed brother, the Man in Black.

Black and white show up *everywhere,* in some places subtler than others. In fiction with a male and female lead, if they are coded in black and white, the man is almost always the one in black. Black means strength and mystery and this deep, almost corrupted darkness. White is purity, femininity, youth, and nurturing, when a woman wears it, unless she's the villain.

Villains in white are very often surprise villains:

The White Witch (Chronicles of Narnia)

Saruman (Lord of the Rings)

President Coin (Hunger Games)

Hans (Frozen), Mayor Bellweather (Zootopia), Auto (Wall-E)

Elizabeth from Pirates of the Caribbean is an interesting case. She begins the first movie wearing light colors and being trapped in the pure and lawful life of the governor’s daughter. She ends her arc in the third movie in solid black (through several costumes) a badass Pirate King and wife of the new Captain of the Flying Dutchman.

Men in black are chivalrous, dark knights, or morally grey vigilantes, silent badasses, or edgy badboys. Black is also of course reserved for villains a la Darth Vader, or Severus Snape and Voldemort and a million others. The "Black Knight" is his own trope, whether he's in a fantasy setting or not.

Women in black are temptresses, or seductive badasses. Black is the color of corruption, sin, and angst in western media 9 times out of 10 unless a narrative wants to subvert it.

I could do an entire essay on black and white in Lord of the Rings alone but here's a few other contrasts: The white Tower of Ecthelion, Minas Tirith, the "White City", the White Tree, Gandalf the White. The Black Riders, Black Speech, Black Land of Mordor, Orthanc (Saruman's Tower).

But you don’t have to make your character’s entire costumes black and white, no, you can just make their hair light and dark.

Part 2: Hair

**Possibly also because racism but we don’t have time to unpack all that right now**

When you have your male protagonist and his male foil, love interest, competition, companion, lancer, or villain, most of the time (in western media where blonds are in abundance) the more noble or “good” character of the two will be blond, the other brunet, especially in a love triangle. If two male characters have opposing ideologies on any level, they will often have opposing hair. A male and female lead duo will also tend to have opposing hair, but it’s most obvious what they’re doing when it’s two dudes and not just coincidence.

Here’s a nonexhaustive list, with the brunet first (ignoring if the adaptation was faithful):

Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamnee (LoTR)

Aragorn and Boromir (LoTR)

Aragorn and Theoden (LoTR)

Denethor and Faramir (LoTR)

Thorin and Bilbo (Hobbit)

Jack Shephard and James “Sawyer” Ford (Lost)

Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar (Brokeback Mountain) *Also have opposing hats*

Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent (The Dark Knight)

Tony Stark and Steve Rogers (Marvel)

Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (Marvel)

Loki and Thor (Marvel)

Nico di Angelo and Will Solace (Percy Jackson)

Percy Jackson and Jason Grace (Percy Jackson)

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson (the Cumberbatch one)

Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Edmund Pevensie and Peter Pevensie (Chronicles of Narnia)

Gale Hawthorne and Peeta Mellark (Hunger Games)

Damon Salvatore and Stefan Salvatore (Vampire Diaries)

Tom Buchanan and Jay Gatsby (2013 Gatsby)

Caledon Hockley and Jack Dawson (Titanic)

Notable nonexhaustive exceptions:

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Percy Jackson and Luke Castellan (Percy Jackson)

Jacob Black and Edward Cullen (Twilight)

Batman and Superman (DC Comics)

Luke Skywalker and Han Solo (Star Wars)

Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) *wardrobe makes up for it*

*Feel free to tag the ones I missed

Not every brunet on the list is a “bad” guy, nor is every blond the “good” guy, but compared to each other, the brunet tends to be the more morally grey, the more corrupted, the one who’s ideologies end up getting them hurt or killed or proving them wrong. Or, the brunet faces more demons, has a darker personality, or tends to have a “shoot first ask questions later” philosophy.

This of course goes out the window if the media is set in a region or with a cast of characters who are meant to share similar features, like how there’s no blondes at all in Last Airbender (otherwise Aang would absolutely fit the pattern).

Whether that’s Frodo getting corrupted by the Ring and Sam being his rock, Jack Twist getting murdered while Ennis lives on, or the beloved Dark Knight and his bat-black demons while Harvey’s White legacy saves Gotham, next time you write a brunet and his blond competition, ask yourself just why you’re doing it.

*Side note, I’m pretty sure Harvey Dent, when he’s animated, is usually a brunet, but he’s also usually Two-Face by then and no longer a hero*

I don’t even have time for black and white in anime or the trope of the white-haired anime boy and since natural hair colors are kind of moot, I don’t think the same rules apply. But outside of the westernized “black knight vs white knight” I do want to dig deeper into color motifs in anime at some point.

Here's some notable dark and light dichotomies nonetheless in wardrobe and/or hair:

Kirito and Asuna (Sword Art Online)

Lelouch and Suzaku (Code Geass)

Midoriya and Bakugo (My Hero Academia)

L and Light (Death Note)

Medusa and Stein (Soul Eater)

Sasuke and Naruto (Naruto)

Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Eiji and Ash (Banana Fish)

Kyoya and Tamaki (OHSHC)

Yuri and Viktor (Yuri!!! On Ice)

Dracula and Alucard (Castlevania)

Part 3: Red v. Blue and everything in between

The megalith that is the color motif extends past the white/black dichotomy.

It’s also red and blue.

If red is pitted against blue in any story, red is always the team the audience is supposed to root against, unless this is sports. Red is the color of the Sith, the Fire Nation, red eyes are seen as evil, red is blood and rage and wrath and fire. Red is the color of evil empires. Blue is the color of heroes. It’s water and healing and camaraderie, serenity. Blue is the color of rebels and underdogs.

Red versus blue is in everything from the color of lightsabers in Star Wars to the color of cybertronian eyes in Transformers, to the color of the Water Tribes and Fire Nations (with some exceptions a la Azula’s blue fire) to the colors of the pills in the Matrix. Red is the ‘dangerous’ choice, blue is the ‘safe’ choice. Unless your character is patriotically sporting the red, white and blue of the UK, USA, or France.

Villains usually only wear blue if they're ice-coded, or belong to a faction wearing navy blue uniforms.

Red versus blue also shows up between leaders and their lancers. The first one I can think up off the top of my head is Robin and Raven from Teen Titans.

Purple is also usually lumped in with the bad guys and green with the good guys, but purple and green also show up a ton as contrasting colors of the same character like the Hulk or the Joker. But both can swing either way. The Decepticons in the early cartoons for Transformers had purple everywhere and reclaimed it in Transformers: Prime. Megatron, Soundwave, Shockwave, the Vehicons, Airachnid, and the Dark Star Saber, and some G1s]. Prime also has three sets of red-blue dichotomies within their factions: [Arcee/Cliffjumper, Optimus/Ratchet, and Knockout/Breakdown].

Green is the color of more Jedi, and the Green Lanterns, but green also represents sickness or disease or generic evil energy a la Loki, Dr. Facilier (Princess and the Frog) or the Hyenas and Scar in the Lion King.

Pink is really up in the air, as is orange and yellow, especially when it comes to female characters, especially female anime characters.

But enough about color dichotomy.

Part 4: Color Singularity

Color singularly is either meant to evoke a specific emotion, like using blue everywhere to represent sadness, or it’s meant to be a bold statement in an otherwise grayscale world.

I mentioned a few at the top of the post and I’ll elaborate on them here:

In Great Gatsby, green and yellow are very important colors. The “green light” is this real object at the end of the titular character’s love interest’s dock. This light and this color are motifs that represent Gatsby’s longing for Daisy and to return to a glorious past he can never have again (it’s also the color of American money). Yellow is also everywhere in this book. It’s the color of his chekov’s car and several dresses at his extravagant party. Yellow is the color of his current life of glitz and glam and riches (and is also the color of gold). If you listen to one of the accompanying songs to the 2013 film, Florence and the Machine’s “Over the Love” recognizes the importance of yellow in the narrative.

Dorothy’s red slippers in the Wizard of Oz are hyperbolically bold, especially since the movie starts out in black and white. Color is a huge piece of this film- the Emerald City, the Yellow Brick Road, the horse of many colors. Red scientifically is the color humans tend to notice first, those shoes were made to be remembered. Color in Wizard of Oz is the symbol of the fantastical, which was really helped by the time the film was made and simply seeing so much color on screen dazzled audiences.

Red catches your eye faster than any other color, and red in a world of black and white sticks in your mind, just look at Schindler’s List.

Belle from Beauty and the Beast, along with a lot of fictional women wear blue. Blue is biblically Mary’s color, and at one time was the color marketed to women before the shift to “blue for boys”. In the original Beauty and the Beast, Belle was the only character who wore blue, because she was an outsider, and outlier, a free-thinker. Or at least, Belle is the only one who wears blue until she dances with the Beast. The live-action remake didn’t maintain this extra level of the narrative and that’s a shame.

I didn't mention eye color much above (also maybe because racism) but blue eyes, especially animated blue and green eyes, go to characters who are more hopeful, heroic, nurturing, morally just, honest, or brave than their brown-eyed counterparts, unless he's a blue-eyed Tall, Dark, and Handsome. Blue-eyed people tend to be blond, so the traits go hand in hand for the "good" character.

Weirdly enough, this also applies to blue-eyed animal characters -- your animated anthropomorphised villain is rarely going to be drawn with eyes that aren't brown, black, green, red, orange, or yellow.

Because color is also a subliminal or overt way of foreshadowing in both written and visual media as much as any other motif and recurring symbol. You can foreshadow death, or impending doom, or an eventual identity reveal, whatever you want.

You can also subvert the usual associations with specific colors. Black doesn’t have to mean evil in your world. Black can be life, too. White doesn’t have to be pure, white can be clinical and sterile and lifeless (but please no more lady villains in white pantsuits, that's its own cliche at this point). Shake it up a bit every once in a while.

So whether it’s dueling ideologies or the very forces of good and evil, a harbinger of doom or a secret tell, or community and camaraderie, or an enduring hope, you can represent it all with a careful dose of color.

#writing advice #writing tips #writing resources #color theory #literary analysis

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Hi! I goshed over how cute the dog ask was!.and it gave me an idea for a part 2 how would the riddlers react if they or another member of the rouges gallery lost their little buddy's only to see A Dog found poster with there dog on it and has been found by Bruce Wayne!?

The sequel I didn’t realize we needed but now I know we do lol

The riddlers with dogs part 2: lost and found

Or it’s secondary title,dog dad’s panicking

Arkham

Immediately knows somethings up when there’s no sign of Einstein for hours.

He knows the pooch doesn’t exactly have a schedule but this certainly wasn’t normal.

Panic finally sets in when he doesn’t show up the next morning

He’s checking everything from security cameras to every traffic light around the block.

It’s one of his informants that makes him aware of the lost dog poster out of wayne manor.

He is one pissed super criminal

That rich boy is going to suck the intelligence out of the poor pooch!

5 people get kidnapped and a ransom letter is sent to GCPD

Batman and Gordon are trying to figure if the dog is apart of some elaborate scheme

Upon time for the trade off Einstein is wagging his tail,while well pampered at Wayne manor he missed his genius dad.

“Animals aren’t normally something you’re interested in,I hope you’re not intending to hurt him.” “Oh please dark knight this sweet simpleton is apart of a much larger scheme! With lasers! Something even you won’t see coming!” (Eddie literally has a line of dialogue about it in Arkham city)

He’s almost about to sob when they get home. Almost.

Of course he’s not happy Einstein escaped.

They have a long talk about responsibility in his office

BTAS

Jervis calls him practically sobbing. Mumbles something about the door being open when he went to go check on Francine

Quite literally leaves a meeting with Harvey point blank

He’s a whole mess when he finds an empty apartment

She’s a smart girl! Surly she remembers how to-

Oh god somebody took her didn’t they!?

He is stressed out,like he’s barely able to solve a puzzle right now

It’s jervis who finds the poster.

The two of them immediately decide holding up Wayne enterprises is a great idea

I mean they’ve done worse for less.

Bruce is a little taken aback at first but the green detailing in the poodles hair immediately clicks with both him and alfred

“I must admit you certainly take good care of her.” “Royalty deserves the best Mr Wayne and Francine is royalty.”

Francine is just unbothered by this entire thing,girl gets taken care of wherever she is

They spend a long time cuddling afterwards.

BTAA

When lupa is nowhere to be found in the riddle lair she’s had BOTH Eddie and Tuesday panicked

“What do you mean she’s gone!?!” “I mean she’s gone Eddie! As in i can’t find her!”

Tuesday sends out what is essentially a dog amber alert via social media

They have a good half of Gotham not doing well

Edward nigma has having a short out,no riddles are being carefully handcrafted by this time

Tim is the one who finds out where the pooch currently sleeping on the couch came from.

“Aahh so that explains the purple tie…”

While both the caped crusaders heads go immediately to trap they both realize it’s probably not best to do this while Eddie is most likely not doing well

They’re not wrong of course

It becomes a whole affair with GCPD especially considering Tuesday didn’t expect to get a DM from the GCPD account.

The dog goes home but if they try arresting the two the riddler is about to make the park a wasteland

You better believe he is creating the most ambitious gps collar ever made

This isn’t happening. EVER AGAIN

Zero year

He went to bed……and now his dog roommate is gone and the door is open

Just great.

He’s more pissed off than anything let’s be honest here.

I mean they get into disagreements all the time the Shiba Inu just decided to be even more petty

So you can only imagine the shock on his face when he sees Helios on the news with Bruce Wayne by his side.

Oh dear he’s gonna have to go see Bruce isn’t he?

He straight up drives to Wayne manor with every intention of dragging Helios home

“Edward…..how pleasant it is to see you again..” “ya ya great to see you too brucie,Helios get your ass over here!”

Helios is smiling like he hasn’t just made him panic

Doesn’t even wait to get home and starts reprimanding him in the car.

“Really? And you ended up with him?!”

#batman #batman rouges #asks #headcanon #arkhamverse #the riddler #arkham riddler #batman arkham series #batman the animated series #BTAS #btas riddler #zero year riddler #batman the audio adventures

[northoftheroad]

What did The Flying Graysons look like?

I've wanted to post about what John and Mary Grayson looked like for a while. There are a lot of material to look through, even when I've kept to the world of comics (not connected to animated shows), but here we are with an overview. I had to collect the panels on picture sheets; it will mean low picture quality, but at least you can see where to find them.

John and Mary pop up in many flashbacks, but they never get enough attention to cement their appearance. Everyone knows Martha Wayne wore a string of (evidently fake, since there are no knots) pearls when she was killed, right? But what Dick's parents' outfits when they were killed looked like is impossible to say. (To be fair, they are almost always drawn with dark hair.)  

John and Mary only existed as pretty small figures in three panels before Dick became Robin in Detective Comics # 38. John wears a red top and blue shorts, Mary a green bra and shorts (and you have to be male to think that would work...). The next time I can remember The Flying Graysons (TFG for short) on panel is Batman # 32, where Mary wears a red bra/shorts and Dick and John black and red shorts.

It goes without saying that TFG’s costumes will eventually be modelled from Dick's Robin and Nightwing suits – not the other way around. Hence, they sometimes perform in red, green and/or yellow, and sometimes in blue. But that will take several decades – until then, their outfits are drawn in varying colours.

The idea that Robin's red, green and yellow came from The Flying Graysons was introduced in the storyline Batman Year Three (Batman vol 1 # 436–439, 1989). (Bruce made the suit.) In 2005, Nightwing Year One, a storyline in Nightwing vol 2 # 101–106 that contains hardly anything of value, if you ask me, retconned the original Nightwing suit to be inspired by one of John’s circus suits.

The New 52 (2011–2016) pretty exclusively pushed the idea that the Graysons performed in Nightwing-like suits. Maybe because Dick hardly had time to be Robin in that continuity? 

While in Rebirth (from 2016), the Graysons have been shown as ardent clothes-changers. They've been performing in red/green/yellow, blue with Nightwing-like colour blocking, all red, and in green suits with a yellow G. The latter design comes from the separate continuity in All Star Batman and Robin, the Boy Wonder (ASBAR, an out-of-continuity book that you might as well ignore if you ask me) and why it has been incorporated into the main continuity is anybody's guess. I have considered whether it was a clever hint to the reader that Dick's memories were false, but the acrobat family have been drawn in ASBAR costumes even when it has been clear it's not false memories.

The latest appearance I can think of was in Nightwing vol 4 # 82. John and Mary perform in red and green suits with a yellow G before they're together; years later, with Dick, they wear red outfits and green bracelets. (Though a couple of issues earlier, we see a poster of them in slightly different costumes – presumably imitating the look from Year One / Robin Annual # 4).

I had intended to stick to comics... But creators of canon pick and choose inspiration, just as fanfiction writers do... In Batman The Animated Series "Robin's Reckoning" (1993), the Graysons' suits have a yellow pattern on the chest. Something similar turns up in several later comics. Robin Annual # 4, Birds of Prey # 8, Batman: The Dark Knight vol 2 # 9, to name a few.

Footnote. You've noticed by now that this post is about clothes. But there's also a lack of consistency regarding the Graysons’ background/ethnicity. 

In Batman Year Three, Mary tells Dick her grandfather ran away to the circus when he was nine, so she never had a home of her own (Batman vol 1 # 436). Then he was retconned as having a Romani parent (to the best of my knowledge, it was first mentioned in 2000). The one comic arc where that is essential to the story is quite problematic; you get the impression that the writer (Devin Grayson) did it... to be able to exoticise Dick and have Bruce talk like a racist...?

(There is also Booster Gold vol 2 # 25 (2009), where the time-traveling Booster Gold lets Dick/Batman go back 15 years in time to see himself and his parents. In a house. Surrounded by snow. Which is, by the way, contrary to what Dick said in an issue of Nightwing vol 2 # 54, that his family always stayed in Florida in the winter.)

The New 52 Court of Owls storyline (2011-2012) gave Dick a great paternal grandmother from the Gotham elite (Amelia Crowne), and great grandfather William Cobb seems to have an average, working-class (probably British, if you go by his surname) background. Consequently, Dick's mom ought to be the Romani parent (ignoring that one or both parents could have a mixed ethnic background, which is pretty normal if your family has lived in the USA for some generations). But in "Grayson # 1", Dick's dad is called John "Giovanni" Grayson; to my knowledge, that's the only story where John has been called Giovanni, and I'm not sure if the writers (King and Seeley) intended to imply that he was Romani? 

However, in Nightwing vol 4 # 8, Mary Lloyd, Dick's mother, seems to be Romani (at least partly growing up in France). She talks about "her people" to John. (Lloyd is a Welsh surname, by the way.) Mary is portrayed as kind of a wild kid who steals, albeit with good intentions, which seems to feed into stereotypes once more...

#Dick Grayson #Robin #Nightwing #Batman #the flying graysons

[1980sactionfigures]

MY EBAY AUCTIONS

Hi everyone, still running a ton of Ebay auctions - around 80 at the moment - selling off my toy collection as well as collectibles of other interests (trading cards, comics, books, magazines, vhs) for financial reasons and thought I'd share some of auctions here. Much of this is from my personal childhood collections:

First up is my massive BATMAN and DC collection. Quite a bit of this lot is unopened items from the BATMAN 1989-era, with a good more from BATMAN RETURNS as well as many other DC items.

Two unopened Hasbro MARVEL LEGENDS Figures

My entire DRAGONS KNIGHTS & DAGGERS collection from Imperial Toys. 4 of the DK&D beasts, 2 chariots, 23 weapons, 7 additional Imperial and related dragons and dinosaurs! A fantastic "starter kit" for one of the great 1980s MOTU "knock-off" lines!

Wonder Woman! Supergirl! Batgirl! Poison Ivy! If you know a fan of theirs, this is the lot for them! 8 unopened figures from various DC lines!

Relive your childhood surrounded in MEGO figures with this 7-figure lot of modern MEGO and similar figures. Green Lantern! Peg Bundy! Bewitched! Jimi Hendrix! Frankenstein! Star Trek!

Two of Hasbro's great MARVEL RISING features, featuring Spider-Gwen! The star of Across the Spider-Verse is here with Squirrel Girl, begging to be under a Christmas tree this season!

If you have a fantasy fan to get a gift for, consider this great lot of 6 dragon figurines.

5 of the great Black & White editions of the TWILIGHT ZONE action figures from Bif Bang Pow!

A huge lot of 16 IMAGINEXT dinosaurs and most of them work!

Game of Thrones! The Hobbit! Magic: The Gathering! Assassins Creed! Warcraft! Dante's Inferno! Get your fantasy fix with this great lot of 8 figures, most of them unopened!

I have dozens more auctions up right now. Monster magazines, wrestling trading cards, video store posters and more! Check it out!!!

#ebay #toys #toys for sale #imperial toys #dragons knights & daggers #batman #game of thrones #twilight zone #wonder woman #dc comics #batgirl #marvel comics #spider-gwen #mego #hasbro #imaginext

[brokehorrorfan]

RoboCop 2 will be released on 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray on June 18 via Scream Factory. The 1990 sci-fi action sequel was the final film directed by Irvin Kershner (Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back).

Comic book legend Frank Miller (The Dark Knight Returns, Sin City) and Walon Green (Eraser) wrote the script. Peter Weller returns to star with Nancy Allen, Dan O'Herlihy, Tom Noonan, Belinda Bauer, and Gabriel Damon.

RoboCop 2 has been newly scanned in 4K from the original camera negative with Dolby Vision and DTS-HD Master Audio 5.1 Surround and 2.0 Stereo. Special features are listed below.

Disc 1 - 4K UHD:

Audio commentary with author/CG supervisor Paul M. Sammon

Audio commentary with RoboDoc: The Creation of RoboCop documentarians Gary Smart, Chris Griffiths, and Eastwood Allen

Disc 2 - Blu-ray:

Audio commentary with author/CG supervisor Paul M. Sammon

Audio commentary with RoboDoc: The Creation of RoboCop documentarians Gary Smart, Chris Griffiths, and Eastwood Allen

Corporate Wars: The Making of RoboCop 2 – Interviews with director Irvin Kershner, producer Jon Davidson, actors Tom Noonan, Nancy Allen, Galyn Görg, executive producer Patrick Crowley, associate producer Phil Tippett, cinematographer Mark Irwin, and author/CG supervision Paul M. Sammon

Machine Parts: The FX of RoboCop 2 – Interviews with Phil Tippett, Peter Kuran, Craig Hayes, Jim Aupperle, Kirk Thatcher, Paul Gentry, Don Waller, Justin Kohn, Randal Dutra, and Kevin Kutchaver

Interview with RoboCop armor fabricator James Belohovek

Interview with comic book writer Steven Grant

OCP Declassified – Archival production and behind-the-scenes videos including interviews with director Irvin Kershner and actors Peter Weller and Dan O’Herlihy, and a look at the filming of some deleted scene

Theatrical trailer

Teaser trailers

TV spots

Still Galleries – deleted scenes, behind-the-scenes photos, stills, posters and lobby cards

When Detroit's descent into chaos is further compounded by a police department strike and a new designer drug called "Nuke," only RoboCop (Peter Weller) can stop the mayhem. But in his way are a sinister corporation and a bigger and tougher cyborg with a deadly directive: take RoboCop off the streets … permanently.

Pre-order RoboCop 2.

#robocop #robocop 2 #peter weller #irvin kershner #frank miller #nancy allen #scream factory #dvd #gift #dan o'herlihy #tom noonan #gabriel damon #orion pictures #phil tippett #rob bottin

[fuckyeahlosespookys]

Reason #11 to Watch Los Espookys:

(image descriptions under the images)

Remember The Squire from Nimona (2023)?

[ID: A screenshot from the movie Nimona featuring Diego the Squire, a Latinx man with tan skin with short blonde hair and wearing a blueish-grey knight’s uniform. He looks awkwardly to the side, holding a bag of groceries in a crowd. The subtitles read “Let me go and pass this problem on to someone else. end ID]

He’s voiced by Julio Torres, one of the co-creators of Los Espookys!

[ID: A photograph of Julio Torres, a Latinx man with tan skin and short blonde hair holding an old-fashioned telephone. He wears an orange sweater in a minimalistic room with a painting of footprints in the background and a green cup. end ID]

He plays one of the main characters, so if you want to see more of his acting, go watch this show!

[ID: The official show poster for Los Espookys. Text in all text reads “HBO Original” with the logo beneath. The logo reads “Los Espookys” in zig-zag text. Below that text reads in all caps “Your Horror is Their Passion” and below that “New Season Streaming Sept 16” with the HBO Max logo next to it. The poster features various characters in a light blue omnious mist against a purple background, including Julio Torres’ character: Andrés Valdez. Andrés has dark blue hair, a single dangly earring in the shape of a cross, a mesh outfit in all-black, and two black gloves with jewelery on them . end ID]

#nimona #the squire #diego the squire #los espookys #julio torres #nimona movie #go watch this movie! #100 reasons to watch los espookys #11 out of 100 so far #I'm going to do all 100 watch me #i can do it #this is a really good show #go watch it please #image described

[magpie-to-the-morning]

Stone Heart - Part One

Moodboard by @acrossthesestars

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Steven Grant x Demisexual!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: Just pure cotton candy fluff

Summary: Maybe Steven’s one-sided friendship isn’t so one-sided after all... AKA a Moon Knight Pygmalion AU

Author’s Note: You can thank @letterfromvienna for encouraging me to turn this silly little idea from a throwaway idea to a two part bit of self-indulgent, romantic fluff, and for contributing some wonderful ideas and bits of dialogue. Thank you also to @acrossthesestars for endless support in the form of proofreading, hand holding, and mood board making. I love you so much, my crow. 🖤

Steven can’t remember the first time he decided to take his break in the classical statuary gallery rather than the usual staff canteen. He’d tried eating there first, hoping to befriend some of his new coworkers. Months into working at the British Museum though, most of them remain politely disinterested in getting to know him.

He’d tried, really he had. Memorizing the names of their kids, remembering birthdays, letting them vent about their days. He’d even tried to organize after hours meet ups but after one too nights sitting at a bar surrounded by empty stools, silent phone in hand, he’d given up. He’s too talkative, too excitable, too… much.

It’s easier this way, retreating to the overlooked room tucked behind the Parthenon sculptures. That area is always swarmed with guests eager to see the Elgin Marbles. Steven avoids it. The idea of all those stolen artifacts in one place makes his neck itch. Granted, the museum is filled with those sorts of objects but somehow the sculptures and friezes in that room (at least, the ones not missing their heads) seem to glare down at him accusingly.

He much prefers your gallery. Sunlight streams in from banks of antique windows, painting the marble-clad room in shifting shades as the light changes. Blush pink and champagne gold in the morning, cool green in the afternoon when it filters in through vining ivy. His favorite time to visit is in the velvety blue nighttime when the lights are dimmed and moonlight glints off milk-white stone. It’s magical then, easier to imagine that the statues are just on the verge of leaping out of the shadows, bending closer to hear his late-night chatter.

Each one is familiar. The hunter, endlessly pursuing a stag he’ll never reach. The musician strumming her lyre. The bull-headed minotaur pondering his strange existence (“You and me both, mate.”) Steven’s walked the floor enough times to know them all from every angle. Knows every raised stone eyebrow and deceptively animated hand gesture. Time and again though, he finds himself drawn to the far left corner.

To you.

“Hullo!” He greets you with a half-wave and a shy smile, a brown paper bag clutched in his hand as always. “What’ve I missed?”

He eats slowly, contentedly, imagining you telling him about the day’s visitors or any new additions to the gallery. He’s not mad. He knows you’ll never truly speak to him. Your lips may be quirked in amusement, your eyes kind and somehow knowing, but you’re still a statue.

But hey, everyone has their flaws and Steven, spending his breaks on the bench beside your plinth, isn’t one to judge. You’re a good listener and while he wishes he could be the same for you, he appreciates the patient way you let him natter on. He tells you about his days, the postcards his mum sends, dogs he stopped to pet on his way in to work. Most of all, he tells you about his work in the museum.

“Did you see that new Ennead poster they have downstairs? It’s missing two of the gods. Two! I mean, I know marketing is busy but that’s a bit of an oversight, innit?”

“I told you about Donna, yeah? My boss in the gift shop? She’s making me stay late for inventory. Again. And the inventory she’s got me doing - you should see it. Boxes and boxes of Anubis plushies, just piles of the things. I’m all for getting the kids interested but it just seems weird to have little stuffed death gods all over the place.”

“You’ll never believe it. Remember the new hire I told you about? AJ? They quit. They didn’t even make it two weeks and oh, you should have seen Donna’s face when they told her off. It’s almost worth the extra shifts I’ve had to pick up.”

“Oh, I meant to tell you. The museum cafe has a gelato section now. You probably didn’t have gelato. Erm, like, a softer ice cream sort of thing? But I guess you didn’t have ice cream either… I don’t either, really. But they do have some nice fruit sorbets. Oo, like this mango raspberry one…”

It’s not all museum talk, though. Steven talks to you about archaeology journals he’s read, discoveries made and theories shared. He makes an effort to share details relevant to what he imagines to be your origin, but that’s proven difficult.

The plaque beneath your feet is scant on details (“Stone Maiden. Date unknown. Artist unknown. Marble.”) and even his own research hasn’t turned up much additional information. According to a researcher in the Antiquities department, experts disagree on when your sculpture was made, and even how. It’s so detailed, almost uncannily so, leading experts to argue whether a classical sculptor would even have been capable of sculpting such life-like precision.

He does his best. From the wreath of roses carefully woven through your braided hair, he guesses that you might have been a gardener. Your garb is fairly modest for a classical statue, though it’s gauzy and evokes sheer, clinging material so well he’d blushed the first time he saw you. He can’t tell much from that, but the scroll clutched in one hand suggests an interest in learning. He likes to imagine you slipping out of a sun-drenched villa to read in the shade of an olive tree. No, a willow, somewhere with cool water you can dangle your bare feet in. On especially rough days, Steven likes to imagine sitting down beside you and asking every question he’s ever had about you and your life, and what your voice might sound like if you had one to answer him with.

As the months slip past, Steven finds himself sharing more intimate glimpses into his life.

“His name is Gus! He’s just got the one fin, bless him, but you’d never know it with how he zips around. I’m not sure the bowl is big enough though. Should I get him a tank, do you think?”

“She never showed. Said something about me having the wrong day but that doesn’t seem possible, I think I would have remembered having a date, hello!”

“Yeah, so, the ankle restraints are helping with the sleepwalking. Maybe it’s for the best that dating hasn’t been working out - who wants to come back to a flat with ankle restraints and heaps of books everywhere? Besides, I think the place might be haunted? I’m the only one there but I can’t tell you how many times I put something down in one place and it turns up in another. So, unless Gus is some sort of rapidly evolving ‘super goldfish’…”

He comes to rely on these times with you, feeling more at ease than he does around Donna, whose expectations he’ll never meet or his co-workers, too absorbed in their own duties to pay much attention to an aspiring Egyptologist who can barely hold down a position in the gift shop. At least you’re always there to listen.

“I brought the new issue of Current Archaeology. The cover story’s about Dr. Salima Ikram’s latest discovery in Saqqara and oh, she’s just fantastic. Here, listen to this…”

“Are Oreos really vegan? I thought they were when I packed some for lunch but now I’m not sure… Maybe I’d better not. D’you want one? I’ll leave one here, yeah?”

“Ok this is silly but… I saw this flower on my way to work. It’s a peony, I think? Someone left it on the bus and it made me think of you. I imagine you don’t get to see many flowers and you might miss your garden, so, here.”

He wonders sometimes if he’s being a coward, or a fool, spending so much time and energy speaking to someone who will never talk back. Is it fear of rejection that keeps him coming back to you again and again?

It’s possible. But maybe it’s something else. The recognition of a kindred spirit, albeit one locked in marble. The dream that maybe, just maybe, his friendship could mean something to you, too.

It may be fantasy but it’s also the one moment in his day where he feels less alone.

Which is why when he walks into your gallery the next day to find your plinth empty and his usual bench occupied by a woman who looks oddly, impossibly familiar, the cardboard box in his arms crashes to the ground.

Part Two

#Steven Grant #Steven Grant x Reader #Steven Grant X Fem!Reader #Steven Grant x F!Reader #Moon Knight #Fic #My fic #Stone Heart

[belmottetower]

Bel's AUgust Challenge — Masterpost

Yesterday was the last day of The Ted Lasso AU-gust Challenge (@ted-lasso-au-gust) and I wanted to share a masterpost of all the fics I wrote for this.

You can find them all in my AUgust Challenge series on AO3 as well the main AUgust Challenge collection along with all the other contributions, but below is a list of links to every one with a brief description and approximate word count.

I did 31 fills in total, because in a moment of madness I decided I was going to do a fic a day for every single prompt. 

It was a choice, it was a bad one, but it’s done now. The current word count for the series is almost 76,000, but this will go up because three of the fills are multi-chapter with only the first chapter posted so far.

There’s a pretty varied range of pairings and ratings and characters focused on, hopefully there’ll be something here for everyone. 

Regarding the basic tagging here — fics marked Canon Universe obviously may involve tropes like soulbonds, de-aging, time loops, elements that make them a Magical Realism AU rather than literally Canonverse. But you know what I mean. Also, the two marked Roy/Keeley + Jamie as opposed to Gen are pre-poly, where the vibe is definitely charged and would end up there down the line, but the story here isn't really about that.

Please do tell me what your favourites were - I would love to know!

#1 Tattoo/Florist: alstroemeria aurea (2k)

Roy’s an introverted florist, Jamie’s a tattoo artist looking for inspiration, and Jamie's weekly purchases have Roy growing more and more curious. Full AU, Roy/Jamie, G.

#2 Soulmates: loving the expanse between them (1.5k)

Sam’s trying to give Rebecca space, but the new telepathic bond between them throws a spanner in the works. Canon Universe, Sam/Rebecca, G.

#3 Role Reversal: lioness rampant (5.5k)

Keeley is the star footballer, Jamie is the model. Roy is still himself. Slightly pre-series, so Roy's still playing. Canon Universe AND Full AU, Keeley/Jamie + future Roy/Jamie, T.

#4 Crime & Punishment: The Pink Paper Job (1k)

Detective Kent is half-heartedly investigating the theft of artefacts "belonging" to Rupert Mannion. The thief leaves a distinct calling card when repatriating the items. Leverage vibes. Full AU, Roy & Keeley & Jamie, T.

#5 Crossover: star struck (3k)

In which Ted Lasso and Starstruck take place in the same London and new friends are made on a date night at a fancy restaurant. Canon Universe, Keeley/Roy/Jamie + Tom/Jessie, G.

#6 Historical: The 18th of November, 1914 (1k)

The year is 1914 and Jamie’s moved from Manchester to London for work. On his day off, he’s handed a poster asking if he’s a fast, fit, fan of football. Full AU AND Canon Universe, Gen, G.

#7 Science Fiction: the final frontier (2k)

A Star Trek AU - Rebecca is the Captain of the USS Richmond, Keeley's her first officer, and the rest of the crew is made up of familiar faces. Full AU, Roy/Jamie, T. 

#8 Adoptive Family: funnier than step brothers (under 1k)

When Isaac’s mum marries Colin’s dad, Isaac is worried it’ll change things. Canon Universe, Colin/Isaac, T.

#9 Reboot/Fresh Start: jeff bridges (7.5k)

Jamie gets a magical do-over of his first season at Richmond. A season 1 redux with a twist. Canon Universe AND Canon Divergent AU, Gen, G.

#10 Espionage: honey trap (1k)

Keeley meets Rebecca early, and helps Rebecca get the evidence she needs to divorce Rupert. Canon Divergent AU, Keeley/Rebecca, T.

#11 Health & Medical: quae prosunt omnibus artes (3.5k)

Hospital setting. Keeley's a children's entertainer, cheering up sick kids on various wards, she meets a gruff surgeon and the junior doctor stuck on rotation with him. Full AU, Keeley & Jamie + Roy/Jamie, M.

#12 Mythology: the exchange of winnings (2.5k)

A Monty Python-esque spin on the Arthurian tale of The Green Knight. Bargains are made and kisses are exchanged. Full AU, Keeley/Roy/Jamie, M.

#13 Infinite Loop: the same, but different (2k)

Ted gets Groundhogged on his first day in London. Beard may or may not be to blame. Canon Universe, Gen, G.

#14 Where It All Went Wrong: one good reason (under 1k)

After the Bye Bye Bye rehearsal ends in disaster, Sam gets the sign to stay that he's been looking for. Canon Divergent AU, Gen, G

#15 Countryside: tho’ her precincts are confin’d (3k)

Keeley's the landlady of a country pub and her bartender Roy keeps bees in the orchard of Rebecca’s estate, where many other familiar faces also work. Full AU, Keeley & Roy + Roy/Jamie, M.

#16 Supernatural: flotsam and jetsam (1k)

A Being Human AU. A werewolf and a vampire move into a house with a resident ghost. No wonder the rent was so low. Full AU, Roy/Keeley + Jamie, M. 

#17 Flatmates/Neighbours: the rookie (2k, chapter 1)

Roy avoided injury in 1.10 and is still a player in season 2. When the topic of Jamie returning Richmond arises, Ted has a condition inspired by an NHL tradition. WIP - more to come. Canon Divergent AU, Roy/Keeley + future Roy/Jamie, T.

#18 Childhood: Bradshaw’s Brew (6.5k)

Roy drinks a dodgy beer he finds under Beard’s desk. The effects are unexpected. Luckily Keeley and Jamie are great babysitters. Canon Universe, Roy/Keeley + Jamie, T.

#19 Horror Movie: final girl #13 (1k)

Horror movie tropes are no match for Jan Maas. Canon Universe, Gen, T.

#20 Roadtrip: International (1k, chapter 1)

It's the summer of 2017 and after attending an England match in Paris, Jamie needs a lift back across the Channel. Roy is happy-ish to oblige. WIP - more to come. Full AU, Roy/Jamie, E.

#21 Underwater: Inverfarigaig (under 1k)

Cryptozoology podcasters Beard and Dani are camping in Scotland to search for the Loch Ness Monster. Full AU, Gen, G.

#22 Fake Married/Dating: Suck, Bang & Blow (1k)

Keeley needs help to get rid of a creep in a bar. Jamie, her new best friend from the bathroom, is happy to oblige. Full AU, Keeley & Jamie + Roy/Jamie, T.

#23 Injured: Caledonian Road (4k)

A meet-cute in a Tube station featuring too-large suitcases, too many stairs, scraped knees and piggybacks from a hot personal trainer. Full AU, Keeley/Jamie, G.

#24 Pets: Mushroom Carbonara and Frank (1k)

Roy, owner of fat little rat dog Frank, is invited by Jamie, owner of rescue greyhound Mushroom Carbonara, to a local dog park social event. Roy's keen, Frank less so. Full AU, Roy/Jamie, G.

#25 We Used To Be: isn't it strange, how people can change (4k)

After karaoke in Liverpool Roy reflects on his casual fling with Rebecca as she watches him leave the club with Keeley. Canon Universe, Roy/Rebecca, E.

#26 Body Swap: gift, mouth (3k, chapter 1)

Jamie gives Roy a well-meaning but somewhat unorthodox birthday present. Hijinks ensue. WIP - more to come. Canon Universe, Roy/Jamie, M.

#27 Food & Beverage: cherries jubilee (4k)

Chef Roy and Man City star Jamie get to know each other better over a four course dinner in a continuation of my Grindr AU from all roads. Canon Divergent AU, Roy/Jamie, M.

#28 University/College: Gap Year (4k)

Jamie retires in 2032. With help from Keeley, Roy, and most of all his mum, he figures out what he wants to do next. Canon Universe, Gen, G.

#29 Superpowers: health and safety (1.5k)

Roy’s a superhero, Jamie’s his cleaner turned boyfriend. Roy gets called in to save the day at a really unfortunate moment. A riff on SuperBob. Full AU, Roy/Jamie, E.

#30 Post-Apocalypse: blue diamond (1k)

After the apocalypse, a rag-tag group of Richmond survivors reminisce about what they miss most. Implied main character death. Canon Universe, Roy/Jamie + past Roy/Keeley, T.

#31 No Football: Over and Out (under 1k)

Baseball coaches Ted and Beard have arrived in the UK to coach professional cricket. Ted has a lot to learn about the sport. Full AU, Gen, G.

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[dailydoseofdragon]

Dragon Calendar and Request Log

Feel Free to Request anything or send in an ask! I’m always happy to talk =}

All non dragons are tagged treasure trove.

January - 31/31

Old Year 🐉

Birth Month 🐉

Zodiac 🐉

Rat 🐉

Ox 🐉

Tiger 🐉

Rabbit 🐉

Snake 🐉

Horse 🐉

Goat 🐉

Monkey 🐉

Rooster 🐉

Dog 🐉

Pig 🐉

Ballon Dragon 🐉

Abstract 🐉

Maleficent 🐉

Continuous Line 🐉

Wanted Poster🐉

Tuxedo 🐉

Hug🐉

Warmth 🐉

Story Book 🐉

Message 🐉

Library 🐉

Taxi 🐉

Lego🐉

Daisy 🐉

Rattlesnake 🐉

Long 🐉

Monarch Butterfly 🐉

February - 29/29

Birth Month 🐉

Zodiac 🐉

Skywing🐉

Nightwing 🐉

Sandwing 🐉

Mudwing🐉

Icewing 🐉

Rainwing🐉

Seawing🐉

Hivewing 🐉

Silkwing 🐉

Leafwing 🐉

Hybridwing 🐉

Valentines 🐉

Discount Chocolate 🐉

Snatch 🐉

Rose 🐉

Animation 🐉

Tug a War 🐉

Seal 🐉

Avatar the Last Airbender 🐉

Wood Puppet 🐉

Peach Blossom 🐉

Alone 🐉

Pencil 🐉

Crayon 🐉

Charizard 🐉

Animation Blue🐉

Leap Year!🐉

March (How to Train Your Dragon Month) - 31/31

Birth Month 🐉

Zodiac🐉

Toothless 🐉

Stormfly🐉

Hookfang 🐉

Barf and Belch 🐉

Meatlug 🐉

Timberjack 🐉

Whispering Death 🐉

Buffalord 🐉

Deathsong 🐉

Changewing 🐉

Hobgobbler 🐉

Skrill 🐉

Hotburple 🐉

Lycanwing 🐉

Saint Patrick’s / Clover (Request)🐉

Flightmare 🐉

Fireworm 🐉

Nightterror 🐉

Green/Red Death🐉

Razor Whip🐉

Scauldron🐉

Sea Shocker 🐉

Sentinel 🐉

Slither Wing 🐉

Speed Stinger 🐉

Terrible Terror 🐉

Triple Strike 🐉

Book Toothless🐉

Easter🐉

April

April Fools Day🐉

Birth Month🐉

Zodiac 🐉

404 Day 🐉

Dandelion 🐉

Rainbow 🐉

Spyro 🐉

Peeps 🐉

Unicorn 🐉

Siblings 🐉

Dragon on a String🐉

Atmosphere🐉

Spike My Little Pony 🐉

Pumpkin Roll (Animated) 🐉

Hiram McDaniels 🐉

Old Drawing + New One 🐉

Stuffie

Pinata

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Look Alike Day

Teacup (Request)

Earth Day

Slay a Dragon Day

Scream (Animated)

Toothbrush (Request)

Star Day (Draco)

to 30 -

May

Birth Month

Zodiac

Hydra

Star Wars

-

-

Resident Evil

to 13 -

14. Lofi (Maybe Animated)

15. Cookie

16. -

17. Ender Dragon

18.

19.

20. Bee Dragon

21. To 27. -

28. Magic

29. To 31.

June (Pride)

Birth Month

Zodiac

Gay

Lesbian

Pansexual

Nonbinary

Bisexual

Asexual

Transexual

Aromantic

Genderfluid

Gender Queer

Demi Boy

Demi Girl

Polyamory

Pride Flag

Agender (Request)

Intersex (Request)

to 30. (Please send any more you would like!)

July (Disability Month)

Birth Month

Zodiac

Service Dog

Hard of Hearing (Request)

Terezi Homestuck (Request)

Oracle DC

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock ||| HTTYD (Request)

to 27. (Please send any you would like!)

28. Yang Xiao Long RWBY

29. To 31. -

August

Birth Month

Zodiac

Red (Animated)

Freddy Fazbear

Foxy

Chica

Bonnie

Golden Freddy

William Afton

Vanny

Dragon Fruit (Request)

Strawberry (Request)

Pineapple (Request)

Banana (Request)

Orange (Request)

Kiwi (Request)

Watermelon (Request)

Gold of Light RWBY

God of Dark RWBY

Wyvern RWBY

Sea Feilong RWBY

to 31. -

September

Birth Month

Jurassic Park

Zodiac

to 30. -

October (SPOOKY MONTH)

Birth Month

Zodiac

Pumpkin

Zombie

Skeleton

Vampire

Swampy

Sighting

Witch

Mothman

Cavern Merlin

Infected

Ghost

Doll

Scarecrow

Fire

Clown

Reaper

Mummy

Frankenstein’s Monster

Angel

Demon

Bat

Horns

Monochrome

Bone

Moon

Fog

Glow

Plant

Rat King

November

Birth Month

Day of the Dead

Zodiac

to 27. -

28. Thanksgiving

29. -

30. -

December

Birth Month

Zodiac

to 24. -

25. Christmas

26. Hanukkah

27. -

28. The Knight

29. Found

30. Battle 31. The New Year

#treasure trove #Calendar

[omophagist]

Anatomy

1. If you were composed of something, why?

a. I believe that somewhere really deep, like, really deep, like Hadal deep, or Loubouttin in eye, socket deep, I've got a toms. You know toms? b. I shall supplicate a categorical imperative derived by my years of primatology research with Bonobos and Britney Spears. F, C, U, K—yes, these four nitrogenous bases supplied with bitter sugars form the cataclysmic pudenda that dilates god's creation algorithm. In Genesis, Adam and Eve were basically a torpedo and a wormhole in oestrus, and in a gaping paroxysm of smoke-belching buses in Manila, created that beautiful face you point at called matter. c. Apgar scores, eyes closed, zippers open. Soul snow melting, giving me neo-Pavlovian, colonial shivers. During Grade 6, they said I was too good for the Philippines, that I deserved Hong Kong, or Singapore. There I would be tossed the perfume scented dirt from their necks and knighted for non-conformity, profanity and ability to piss in three legs. d. Tarmac roads of memory foam. Justified by tequila shots anaphasing with Beatniks gargling spoken word. An inch beyond a shoulder, red LED trying out green leather jackets by Zara. Beneath a truck loaded with beer, a pot-bellied man on a hammock rubs his crotch dreaming of quarter-Lebanese rest-human poster Gerbers. e. Dough placed on arpeggio speakers, mashing me to non-Newtonian fluid with friction blisters. When I rise in a subcutaneous oven, I'd be like steroid pumped with lashes on my wrists, 'you are all batards!' f. Shanzai Bucherer. Bucher killed by a bucher. Flesh carved from metal not found in any periodic table with a do-it-yourself best before date and kama sutra malleability. Climbing on my palm is the soft woolly corpse of a magenta chick, and I cry; remembering Tuesdays, coconut husks and/or, scrabble tiles. g. Copy paste Leonardo da Vinci's treatise on water. Not so much architrave, not very cornice. In the extent of dehydration, I would be flattered to be a cell in your sheet #2 dressed in deep blue organza. h. A welterweight neoplasm champion that has eluded the Richter scale. While I live, some Japanese otaku is ejaculating over Generativity sucks Stagnation. In 3 a.m. news Pacman's sandpapering his fists off neurons with prayers and white-petal flowers. i. Can I please be partial points? Or at least, supplementary dusks...tears only flow how other tears fell. Just moved in a M-something street cul-de-sac, behind your back a neighbour with two navels, and you go, this ain't no Narnia. Where did the first tear go?

— Mariel Alonzo, from “ Anatomy"’

[riddlesandlies]

A short exploration, inspired by the Destiny 2 lore entry "No Rez for the Weary"

Dreaming city dreams on, the cristaline walls shining onto deserted and ruined walkways. Trees and bushes, brought over, no, dreamt into the reality, straight from the memory of home. The curse clings to walls and rocks with its inky tendrils. Tree branches don’t realise what they hold, their leaves fluttering in the wind, shiny and dark.

Arvi slips down the unkempt passageways. Green light of his exo eyes gets reflected along the amethyst walls, gets lost in them, cast back as something new, unfamiliar. His eyes shine on still, racing across the walls, checking the heads-up projected by his ghost. The entrance is near.

Arvi picks up some commotion further down the path. His grip on the charred Posterity tightens. As he rounds the corner, he is greeted by a troupe of taken, wandering aimlessly around the hall. A knight, black and shimmering as the night sky, turns its gaze from a statue and onto the guardian. It shifts, rapidly closing the distance, swinging its giant sword. Arvi ducks and dodges under its arm, his white cape flowing behind him. A flourish of knives flies out, sticking a nearby acolyte in the forehead, another - into its shining eye. Hand cannon starts spewing bolts of arc energy at the knight, at shadowy thralls. A shaking vandal lands a shot at Arvi’s right hand and immediately receives a knife to the chest. The hunter spins around just in time to notice the knight, but not in time to dodge its sword, immediately dying as the taken blade splits his head like a rotten fruit. Splatters of blue exo blood land on columns around, a puddle of fluorescent liquid slowly emerging from the lifeless body. Lance quietly shifts around the corner and reaches out into the Light, seeking ways to recover his guardian.

***

...As he rounds the corner, he is greeted by a wandering troupe of taken, wandering aimlessly around the hall. A knight, black and shimmering as the night sky, turns its gaze from a statue and onto the guardian. It shifts, rapidly closing the distance, swinging its giant sword. Arvi ducks and dodges under its arm, his white cape flowing behind him. An icy edge flies out, pinning a distant vandal sniper to the wall. Hand cannon starts spewing bolts of arc energy at the knight, at shadowy thralls. Arvi dodges several firebolts, throwing out a tripmine at a wide arc. He summons an icy shimmering pick, deflects the knight’s blade, spins and crashes it against the taken’s head. The knight lashes out, hitting the hunter with its backhand. Arvi tumbles and lands on all fours, promptly gets blasted with a firebolt and thrashed by a small horde of thralls.

***

...As Arvi rounds the corner, Lance chimes in visibly disturbed. “There’s a very low frequency spreading along the walls. It was present before, but it’s suddenly intensified”. The hunter could feel the low rumble himself now. The ground beneath starts shaking, cracks forming inside the crystalline walls. As the ceiling starts crumbling down all around them, the guardian and his ghost have no other option but to be crushed under the rubble.

***

...but to transmat out and seek other entrances.

***

...but to run in the hall and dodge under one of the closer benches. The rubble buried them, safely, with just enough air to wait until their ship closes in for a transmat.

***

“...The walls of this vault shall collapse once an interloper is detected. The sensors will be placed here, here and here. In this way we will cover all possible entrances and ensure that rubble and debris inevitably trap them inside.”

“Approved. Finalise the schematics with your teacher and proceed to the Wall of Wishes..”

***

Arvi picks up some commotion further down the path. His grip on the charred Posterity relaxes as he pulls a slightly curved throwing knife and approaches the turn in the corridor, his back against the wall. He carefully extends his hand and examines the room in the reflection of the blade. A band of taken. The hunter starts mapping the room in his mind, counting how many shots to fire and how many knives to throw…

***

Lance spins his heavy shell and materialises his guardian anew. Arvi, memory of the fight still fresh, rushes around the corner, a slightly curved throwing knife already tracing fiery sparks as it is propelled against physics' will.

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #arvi #writing #tw gore #tw guns

[professorlizzard]

Week #3

15. Triangle's Blunt Edge: A shop where you can buy foam replicas of ancient swords. A sign suggests that foam swords have been made extra safe with the power of pyramids. The shop is shaped like a pyramid, and crackles with arcane energy.

16. Mobious Railway Station: Old timey sightseeing train station. The tracks head into the coastal jungles. The train is an old, alligator green steamer.

17. THE SEARING antiquities: Extremely colourful clothes and knick knack shop. The AC seems to be malfunctioning, cursed even. They also sell sunglasses that makes you look like an adventurer, and also protects your eyes from the items you have just bought.

18. 100% RANGO'S PULP!: Just a little bookshop that serves fresh fruit drinks. There is no secret artifact smuggling ring HQ in the basement. Said basement has been converted into an escape room.  

19. Handrea's Speakeasy: A rather shabby looking bar. You can only enter if you get past the bouncer by reciting a password based on the day of the year. They only ever serve seltzer water and lemonade, but they make it look extremely heroic and cool!

20. Elverest Electronics: This is just a hut full of posters that says electrical items are forbidden by elves. Outside is a large lumberjack statue with elf ears glued on. There doesn't seem to be owners or staff, and yet the "shop" cleans itself.

21. City Maintenance Outpost: A big warehouse and garage full of street sweeper trucks. Many roach knights prefer to use their false dragon steeds instead. Their new manager, a Palusylvanian ex-sheriff is determined to clean up the town.

#plart #nthspace #city23

[peddling-rp-memes]

Repost, don't reblog. I didn't make this meme, but can't find the op. Please tag them if you know who they are.

Bold all that apply to your muse as a child. (In modern verse if you write a historical or fantasy character.)

FUTURE JOB  - ninja, pirate, vet, actor, astronaut, cooker, builder, knight, indiana jones, wizard, a parent, barbie, action man, writer, prince or princess, hero, villain, teacher, doctor, nurse, army man, rapper, singer, dancer, youtuber, twitch streamer, zookeeper, gardener, sailor, fisherman, carpenter, monarch, pilot.

FEARS  -  thunderstorms, strangers, space, abandonment, the dark, clowns, loud noises, dogs, spiders, masks, puppets, boys, girls, cooties, bugs, big objects, water, hell, being told off, police, new places, bullies, being wrong, ghosts.

PAINT YOUR  BEDROOM  -  pink, blue, green, brown, yellow, orange, purple, neons, pastels, beige, mismatched multicolour, dark blue, wall mural, black, grey, white.

DECORATE YOUR BEDROOM  -  posters torn carefully cut from magazines, maps of fictional lands, books, cassettes or cds, lavalamp, minifridge, your very own tv, games console, teddies, pirate ship, floor length mirror, fairylights, funko dolls, vhs or dvds, dinosaurs, beanbags, animals, framed posters, stickers, pokemon, princesses, glow in the dark stars, corkboard full of photos, awards, your own art, disney princesses, marvel heroes, ben 10 theme, cartoon network show theme, animes, space theme, fantasy theme.

TOYBOX  - barbie, ken, action man, my first science kit, csi lab kit, tamagotchi, cuddly teddy, pirate ship, horse, lego, furby, easybake oven, archeology kit, pokemon cards, beyblades, disney princesses, baby doll, sword, gun, crown, recorder, spy gear, slinky, beanie babies, colouring set, paints, play doh, simpsons, disney princess dolls, marvel action figures, books, puzzle books, wizard broom, robes, dollhouse, space ship, ray guns, walkie talkies, craft kits, slime, fidget spinners, fake tattoos, football, basketball, skateboard, swings, mini ant farm, seamonkies, rock em sock em robots, stretch armstrong, he man, my little pony, care bears, girls world styling head, mostly broken, sticky, pristine, no batteries, perfect working order, crayons, sunbleached, well loved.

BOOKBAG  -  harry potter, bfg, the hunger games, wheres wally, winnie the pooh, the very hungry caterpillar, matilda, the cat in the hat, the lord of the rings, charlottes web, northern lights, lion witch and the wardrobe, goodnight moon, where the wild things are, the tale of peter rabbit, charlie and the chocolate factory, stuart little, alices adventures in wonderland, a series of unfortunate events, bridge to terabithia, diary of a wimpy kid, anne frank diary of a young girl, the outsiders, the jungle book, the wonderful wizard of oz, peter pan, the secret garden, the wind in the willows, how to draw.

WARDROBE  - tshirts with your fave cartoon characters, youtuber merch, scuffed jeans, plasticy fancy dress costumes, pretty dresses, button down shirts, woolen sweaters, floral skirts jean shorts, cargo pants, handmedowns, brand new, grass stains, mud stains, three days worn, clean on, all one colour, too many different colours, plain tshirts, hoody, custom printed novelty tops, bows, animal onesies, pufferjackets, bodywarmer, mittens, bobblehats, hats with ears, sunglasses, earmuffs, pastels, oversaturated dark colours, crinkled, ironed, smells floral, smells musky, animal print, sparkles, double denim, too big, too small, just right, karate uniform, scouts uniform, school uniform.

#rb #checklist meme #queued from beyond