#wip. 'the yellow cape'

[graytodd]

Dick giving Jaybin the yellow cape suggested by @redbirdandbluebird23 💛

[camphorcapstan]

Robin (Bird?)

[cepheusgalaxy]

normal/what i usually pick

pastel

summer

[ID: Three versions of the same drawing of Espa holding a spear, alert to attack. The second version has lighter and softer colors compared to the first, and the third has brighter and warmer colors. End ID.]

ahhh choices choices

[4mrplumi]

ZERO (iii) : SCAVENGERY . (ms/prev/next)

-> plot synopsis - you don't think you're as odd and horrifying as the news makes you out to be. but you have never much cared for the validation of others, and certainly not theirs.

-> batfamily x serial killer reader. playlist (wip) ask 2b added to taglist

-> tw; gn reader, guns, violence, child neglect, messed up legal system, mention of death, poor living conditions, bug taxidermy, everyone's a b, paranoia, ocd, full list on master list.

> a/n; the prologues are text heavy... i'll try more dialogue for the first chapter (next upload) and onwards. in the mean time, feel free to send asks and ideas, i'd love to discuss and tie up my own lose ends too. hope this suffices for the reader's relationship with the bat family!

“family business”, you squint at the sign, “12th sector conveniences, run by a family business!” the print on the plastic sign is misspelled, and fading away completely. red into pink, orange into pale yellow, and green into cyan. a lovely place to be at for what you’re doing.

family has always been an iffy subject for you, in your mind and verbal exchanges. you never humoured your friends’ prods at you to talk, and were especially vigilant about shutting down conversations about family.

you’d already brushed over the meaning of the word in your head, on terms with the fact that you would most likely never understand it in this lifetime, but the experience with it still stung. sometimes.

at ten years old, the landlord of your apartment, who’d let you stay for free since it was so horribly kept, passed away. it meant you had effectively no place to live, since it wasn’t legally in your hands anymore. nothing much about your situation was legal, but he’d argued your case for you for years, and the neighbours were supportive of it too.

gotham is a gritty place, and even with the varied dictionary of swears they used to poke away security, it was a little show of squishy softness from the people. 

after he died, your friends’ parents and your neighbours shuffled you around in their homes, month to month to keep you around. no one thought of calling fosters, or the police, since you were their kid as much as their children were. “love” was an odd word to use, people in your alley married for benefits and children were kept about for that reason too. there were exceptions, but the reason for your staying was obligation.

at eleven, you got caught directly in between a scuffle on the streets. the guys must’ve been waiting to put off steam, since it got bloody way faster than you’d ever seen. but honestly? you could’ve gone past it, it was nothing unnatural for the city, and having grown up in it on your own, you would’ve been fine.

but gotham was a city full of interruptions. buses, classes, going to the store for chips or even walking back home, you would be interrupted. by a gun, a fist, or if you were especially unlucky, the big old bat and his big old car. you wonder if you could’ve saved yourself all the trouble, the tax on your mental state and the worry you keep everyday of your life now, if you had just been a bit faster, fast enough to avoid the batman’s interruption. maybe, you would’ve been in the stairwell with your friends now, eating chips or running from old mister ford on the sixth floor.

you’d been put in the police station down the road, the same one your friend had thrown a brick through last week, while the caped weirdo, batman, told you it’d be alright. alright? you were fine. what did he mean, alright?

you’d nagged the officers to let you go, lying that people at home would be worried (maybe they were, you never got to know), but they’d sat you down and expected forced, timid compliance from you. these guys are always expecting better. one lady even had the gall to put on a show for you on the tiny tv in one of the “comfort-rooms” and you’d gone biting, screaming and struggling.

‘radicalised’ was what your landlord-uncle had called it. gotham’s people, even those not submerged in the high of crime, couldn’t help but grow up to be hard and rough at the edges, hating the people who put them here. the divide between the common people and the socialites was so jarring, so far. you didn’t want to comply with what these guys were telling you to do. all the adults hated them! why wouldn’t you?

it had taken two hours of watching a few pink-haired girls run around behind the screen, in cold, cold anger before you were let out. “a new home,” the lady officer had said, “safer.” it wasn’t until later that you got to know the reason they didn’t let you leave or shoved you in a care-home you could've run from, and instead pushed you into the manor; was because of your lack of legal documents. most noticeably, your birth certificate and the absence of your parents. 

you think now, that maybe batman had expected you to be broken, ruined and lonely like his other odd children. fact of the matter is, that you were fine. you were none of those things, until he intruded in your life. why he never let you go… perhaps he feared any resentment you held. you held none, until him.

the fight never left, you’d hissed all the way home at the old guy and the other man who’d come to pick you up, swiping at a hand offered to you. a new home? a new home? you had a home! they were waiting for you, you think, what do these people mean about a new home? why would you trust a badge and cap or a suit and tie, on their judgement of safety?

you want to go home.

the house they put you in was gargantuanly huge, your room the size of your old shared apartments. it made you sick. the ceiling was too high, and the corridors too long. admitting to fear was a sure way to get snuffed on the streets, and you didn’t admit to it, spending hours hiding in a bathroom alone, still too big for your liking. you hid and hid and you still hide. all the time.

when you got used to the place, pangs of loneliness and homesickness hit you. having never talked much, it was an unusual habit to reach out to someone. the flats you lived in used to be small enough for three people to have to sleep in the same bedroom. and the other four to crash on top of each other on the couch.

it’s different here, you’re alone. there’s no situation where everybody has to be together. you could tail along with the old guy while he cleaned, or stalk the boy who came to visit every month, but you avoided the man who got you here at all costs. you hate him, it would be betrayal to yourself to want to be around him. but seeking out company was too taxing, too new a thing for you. no one else came to you on their own, never needed anything from you. you were isolated. lonely. scared.

you weren’t forbidden from going outside, but always tailed by a security guard your “father” would set on you. the place where you grew up was blocked off your mental map too, a firm hand on your soldier from the boy, richard grayson, and his voice telling you it was off limits.

when you demanded a snarled “why?” with a dark, dark scowl, he’d just shook his head. an answer never came to you on its own, but it was quite clear you’d never be able to disobey.  so you scuffled around, lonely, the shadow of the manor on you making street-kids you’d get along with otherwise frown at you, everywhere.

a few months after your glorified kidnapping, another boy came into the polished picture of your family photo; jason todd. he was about the same age as you, with a noticeable and heavy gothamite-accent that you recognised immediately. though you still didn’t much enjoy seeking out the company of anyone in the house, jason’s was by far, the easiest to go to.

he was a surprisingly tender little kid, you’d expected a meaner, more similar to you type of guy, but it didn’t matter much. you’d sit in the same room as him when he studied, listen to him whisper under his breath about some composition of something, watch him run around in the garden after alfred to help him, gain the favour of the man, and wonder where he’d gone at night when you tried to stay awake with him in either of your rooms. the two of you were unalike, but the comfort of knowing rags better than rugs brought you together, just a bit.

towards the… end, he’d become more biting. more snappy, on edge. the change had come suddenly, and made you conflicted. on one end, you were delighted at his hostility, seeing a familiarity of behaviour with him. he was finally growing into the hardened shell. the other end just made you sad. what happened to the kid? to your brother? what happened to him?

it’s safe to say his death destroyed any neutrality you had for this place. when you’d seen bruce one night, he’d looked absolutely horrible, and you hadn’t understood why. you couldn’t much bother to ask, assuming it must’ve been bitchy-bad billionaire-blues, and the shock, the blunt punch that came to your gut at attending jason’s funeral the next day made you sick. 

dick had stood crying, his face in his hands, alfred had put an umbrella down to his face in what you assumed was sorrow, and bruce’s expression was unintelligible under the shadows that fell on it. you only stared, and stared, and stared at the stone of his grave, as though wanting to erode it, dig him out. jason. jason. a good soldier. 

soldier?

you were livid, entirely unable to express your emotions in any way possible, no outlet among your family, no friends, no social circle or activities to let out even the smallest sliver of your anger out. you hadn’t cried, mourning was never one of your customs, but you were so horribly angry. he was gone. gone.

what probably made it worse was that you never knew how he died. he disappeared one day, and came back dead the other. your only half-friend in your whole life, was gone, the sweet, helpful little boy, gone. your brother. gone. you shut off entirely, unwilling to accept dick’s offers to spend time together, snarling that his attempts at being a better brother to you would never undo anything that he’d ever done. with no knowledge on the cause of his death, you blamed everyone for jason todd’s story. 

dick had pulled away his hand, expression darkening, and did very pointedly avoid you from there on. thinking back, you wonder why he couldn’t excuse your grief. you were a child too. how did he manage to excuse everyone else?

tim drake’s arrival had been a thing of great disgust to you. he’d become an outlet for your fury, shoving past him in the corridors, muttering curses at him at the smallest issues, and flashing a scowl and a glare at his direction whenever he spoke. from the very beginning, tim knew about your distrust, your hatred of him, and avoided you in return to avoid trouble.

maybe you shouldn't have, and you don’t anymore to anybody, but you’d often go at him when you were at home. snarky comments on what he did, brushing off efforts he didn’t even present to you. you could see the slight effect it had on him, reclusivity, him thinking twice over his words. that on it’s own, and grayson’s narrowed glare and muttered “lay off, (name)” had almost made you guilty. 

almost.

he’d come to eventually just spit back at you, or ignore you, and you’d leave him be too. it’s just that the impact that period of time had on the both of you was irrefutable, and harsher exchanges would come out much easier from your mouth now. again, you wonder, why he couldn’t excuse you. you would take any hatred back from him, face the consequences of your actions and accept what you did was terrible. even if he never forgave you for being so unwelcoming to the little boy he was, if it meant that one day, tim drake would look your way without a scowl. but why did he never excuse you?

around this time, you took up many things. jason’s death had soured you against the crime in gotham way more than your arrival at the manor did, so you took to listening to the news and skimming through pamphlets. the common figures of the batman and robin had created a semi-permanent furrow in your brow, and you pitied the robin-boy who’d have to work along the incompetent, interrupting, annoying bat-hag. batman. 

the repetition of’ saves the day’, ‘exposes the scene’ and ‘back at arkham’ formed a slight obsession in you, and you had to know who these… geeks in costume interrupting everything were. if they could so skilfully weave through the riddler’s intricate puzzles, handle the joker’s lunatic schemes and avoid the bristling thorns of poison ivy’s attacks, how could they not put their minds to the little guy? the smaller problems?

 from stalking tim and watching his work methods, without his awareness, you picked up a pin and a photo, and got to work. school was never challenging, maybe initially with your lack of an uneducated pre-teens, but easy to catch up to with your abundance of time. with all the hours freed up from not having to do homework you’d already finished, you made it a personal goal to find out who batman and robin were. the man and the boy who failed you, jason, and all the kids down the road.

and you found out. in february, wearing a short sleeved shirt ‘cause the heating was always up, with a final thread of glittering blue thread, you found out. the anger that had built up over the years had started to die out, and snapped with a fizzle when you understood.

you hate them. bruce wayne, dick grayson, tim drake and even, even jason todd. you hate them all. incompetent fools. idiots.

a sense of emptiness lingered in you for days, a morose sense of nothing to do. you came across a video of a girl stuffing a hollowed spider with cotton, and gently placing it’s dangly limbs on top of pins like they were footrests. the spider’s paws were limp on her sides, but she looked alive. she looked alive, even after dying.

maybe it would’ve passed on a fleeting interest, if you had not come to the terms with the fact that rich people could do just whatever. without asking anyone, you’d gone out to buy a board and some bob-pins, signed your name off as someone else on the shop record book and left. two habits, hobbies, created on the same day. taxidermy and paranoia. 

you were not paranoid.

when you were now sixteen, bruce- no, batman, had gotten home troubled, more so that usual. it had peaked your curiosity, and you couldn’t help but eavesdrop through a micro communicator tim had so considerably left out in his room when you snooped through it.

the silhouette of a red hood trailed their conversations, troubling them with drugs and guns and knives. you’d found it all very amusing, minus the fact of his crimes. anyone who troubled the batman was amusing, but crime? you never excuse.

the relevance two months down that jason todd was alive, when you left the communicator on on a sleepless night, jolted you fully awake. a similar resurgence of not knowing, and fear, and worry engulfed you, much alike the same feelings you felt coming to the manor five years ago. 

you wanted to demand for answers, weasel out how, why, where he was. why he wasn’t coming home and why bruce was so incompetent at getting him back to the manor. but you couldn’t. no one could know you knew, no one could know you had that information, of their identities on them, and have that leverage over you. you bit your tongue. 

you never spoke to him, or saw jason face to face after his “rebirth”, catching glimpses of his voice on the mic’s that inputted into the oracle’s connected networks at night. you caught a glimpse of a large figure, draped in a leather jacket jumping out the window from the kitchen, but too late and too awkward to call out.

he’d gotten so tall. grown up. it hurts so bad, and you’ve never hurt before. never admitted it.

how had he managed to regain just the littlest bit of ties with the rest of the family, but not with you? you knew he snuck in on some nights, and he rarely ever came to the manor to talk to anyone, but how was it so easy for him to just, forget you? did he ever wonder where you were? did he ever want to see you again? you know he couldn’t, wouldn’t, but would he want to?

the pain that comes from seeing damian enter the manor is ten folds that. another little boy, falling to the bat’s trap of glory and growing up like jason and dick and tim, trapped. you want to warn him, but his kohl-lined eyes and scowling face makes it too difficult.

he reminds you too much of yourself, and that’s just about the scariest thing you know. self-importance and snarkiness. 

the worst thing? their tolerance. their excuses. dick’s grin at damian a day after the loudest scuffle, the meanest words you’d heard come from a ten year old’s mouth, him being excused. tolerated. tim excusing him, and bothered to still talk to damian even after all the insults and demeaning of his work, the tolerance he received.

bruce wayne’s hand on his shoulder, showing him around to help him adapt to the new, unfamiliar place. why had no one done that for you? why did no one excuse you, see if you were okay? why were you like this? what had damian done that you hadn’t, and what had you done that he didn’t?

“the blood son”, he had declared at you the first time the two of you spoke, “has come to show his worth to the family. remain on the sidelines from your unimportant and tarnishing stain on father’s name, or struggle against my defense.” you didn’t respond to his edwardian monologue, and left despite his appalled scoff at your indifference. the blood son. he had a family. you could never compare to the concern or the trouble they put in to be with him, because he was family.

family. 

you could’ve ignored damian if he didn’t come into your business so often. poking at the posters you’d put up to cope with the large, empty walls in your room, scoffing at the music you’d put on to drown out the ring in your ears from the silence and snapping your last nerve upon stealing a cricket from your board to bury in the garden.

you’d said nothing, quietly taking it back when he was faraway, straightening the legs of the insect with a motherly tenderness. he had soiled a lifeform put in your hands over his own sense of honour and humanity, effectively disgracing the ideals you had been raised on and live on now.

you knew of his upbringing, and you knew better his horror at your practice. but nevertheless, it was yours. he didn’t excuse you, he demeaned you, he didn’t consider you family.

he was not your family.

none of them were, and none of them will be. they’re self-prestiged vigilantes with overblown egos and no semblance of shame or understanding. they know nothing, and you can’t abandon a city so unfortunate to be in their care like this. they don’t know anything, because the ceiling they live under is too high to need to crouch and hide, and the corridor is too large for them to have to squeeze through when running.

a tap on your shoulder brings you out of thought, and your reply is a gruff “you’re late” at the girl in front of you. the salty green-white lights of 12th sector conveniences buzz on as you make your way inside, and garcia’s grin is too wide for someone so inconsiderate of your carefully mapped plans.

you hate your family, and their poor work. so you’ll have to scheme in different run-down hell holes to undo their messes. but order and control is important. if you’re in hell, why should you stop here? “one day”, your ‘girlfriend’ had said, “all these places you take me-” “you all,” you had interrupted, “i take you all” “-will be as clean as your nails, (name)”

you hope that she’s not mocking. and you hope she’s right.

> a/n; nothing much left 2 say! i notice my writing habits have switched up a bit, way less unnecessary words and stuffs. this is queued for tmrw so hopefully im not spamming anything. re-added the tags i left out for zero:ii too. idk when my next upload will be since my first exam is day after tmrw, but i wanna really write for the plot soon.

thanks for reading!!

taglist: @boredselkie @shirp-collector-of-fixations @randomlyappearingartist @bat1212 @maicenitas @xjesterxjacksx @heartjwonie @lucienneb1ue @vikkus-main @adornedlace @cuntiesweet @minorlyatfall @staarflowerr @ithoughtthinks @crazycaoticsimp

[sisaloofafump]

Reimagined Trinity

a WIP that I’ve technically been working on for over a year but never finished and so I’m just posting now bc why not. Design thoughts below:

BATMAN

lighter on the bottom darker on the top like how fish blend in with the sea floor/sky differently depending on whether you’re above or below them

shorts mimic urban landscape

simple bat symbol. Kinda constellation like

big stomping boots bc he deserves it and also needs good grip

SUPERMAN

yellow/orange inside of cape mimic sun :) (this is a design feature that I think should be used wayyy more often)

break up the full blue with soft alien designs. Not armoured plating

ridges on his sleeves so people can hold on easier

sleek boots bc his only job is to fly and look pretty

princely looking collar

El crest is his golden age design but with different colours

WONDER WOMAN

this is just a design I’ve drawn a lot

clay pottery bodice that can glow

protective underlayer

bandages for aesthetic & purpose. Supposed to evoke Greek sandals

barefoot bc obviously

clay-textured skin because the way that Alex Ross draws her breaking apart in Justice is imprinted on my mind

sword hilt is the Wonder Woman symbol!

hair is free enough to have motion and stuff but constrained enough (especially on sword side) that it won’t get as caught in things or get in the way

[ophanstears]

Undertale YELLOW ReImagined!

I wanted to put my own spin on how the cast of UTY would look in my style! :) I'm new to pixel art, and I had a blast trying it out! [Just to clarify, this is NOT an attempt to "fix" UTY's designs; I have immense respect for all the artists and developers working on UTY, and their work is incredible! I LOVE the cast, their animations, art and designs! This is all just for fun!] A ton more thoughts and comparison under the Read More! if you feel like reading a lot.

Flowey the Flower: I gave Flowey flushed, freckled cheeks and a tooth gap to make him look cuter and more approachable! Just a ruse, though - fluster him enough, and he might revert to that typical pale face and frown.

Clover: Clover is the iconic player character of the game so I changed as little as possible. I simply adjusted some colors and added details, including the adorable blush they have in a lot of promo art!

Dalv: I aimed to showcase Dalv's lightning powers through his design, so I gave him glowing horns and some subtle markings, including a pinkish nose. <3 While he’s originally based on Vlad, I added some minotaur elements because they really suit him. I Like in the original story, the minotaur trapped in a maze, unsure of what else is out there.

Martlet: I'll be honest, I saw some art of chubby Martlet and was inspired. To bring her passion for woodworking across, I gave her some tight but comfy overalls! She has some cool goggles that she always forgets to wear when flying - typical Martlet! Since a martlet is said to be a bird that never rests or settles, I gave her some cool glowly ghost legs! They're translucent!

Starlo: I revamped Starlo's cape by changing the patterns and adding tassels! I also removed the piece of wheat sticking to his hat because, honestly, I tend to forget to draw it. ^^* The inner fabric of his cape has a fun star pattern, tying into his previous obsession with space! And of course, big boots!

Ceroba: I made Ceroba a bit furry-like and taller, sort of to mirror Toriel! I wanted to give her a more traditional kimono with beautiful patterns, and I added eyebags to make her look a bit tired. She also has large paws now; I considered giving her sandals but ultimately decided against it.

Axis: To be honest I wanted to push his design even further but!!! Then it wouldn't be Axis anymore! :( I kept most of his original features but added some pink highlights. His antennae now have pointy tips, resembling bunny ears! I couldn’t resist the idea of a fox monster creating a bunny robot to apprehend humans - it’s just too cute! He's also taller now for intimidation factor and in case a larger human comes along.

And that's all! Thank you so much if you made it this far! More is to come soon! :) here is a wip!

I also have an AU in the works! And lots and lots of art!!!

[roppiepop]

Oooo!! Oooo!! I wanna do the wip meme thing too ^^

can i get something for the word “lollipop”

Hey friend!! I didn’t think i had this word in my wips so i held back on it but turns out it popped up in my newest round of writing lol as an apology for the wait ill give u a whole section of that no cape high school childhood friend au i sneak peak-ed before. Its a flashback!

“Hey,” the kid says, voice high and distinctly posh, “Smoking is bad for you.”

Jason refrains from blowing smoke right in that condescending face. “No shit.”

Undeterred, the kid takes to rummaging his pockets, a whole production of flailing and near stumbles while he pats himself down, mouth running all the while.

“Like yeah, obviously.” he says, a bit above a murmur and only getting louder. “But you’re never really aware just how bad it can get for you- the yellow teeth and painful rasp in one thing, but then you get into the pruney lungs and the cancer, which you can argue isn’t <i>that</i> different from the effects of Gotham smog, but can you imagine all of that stacked onto each other? At least the factory fumes here could nominally give you superpowers!”

A lollipop practically gets shoved against his chest.

“Your face looks like the type that would serve you well in the future- you wouldn’t want to give in to premature aging before your prefrontal cortex even finishes developing. These are my mom’s diet candies, she has them imported from VIetnam, hopefully it can help curb your oral fixation without changing your course on track for diabetes.”

The twerp finishes with a wide grin. Jason throws out his meanest sneer.

“Charmed.” he says, shoving the candy back so hard the other almost bowls over. “You lecture everyone in your periphery or am I just special?”

A mouth opens, Jason shuts him down. “Nevermind, I don’t actually care. Piece of advice for you too, Shrimp: learn to keep your mouth shut when no one asks, you’ll save yourself the trouble.”

“Oh.” he says. But the sheepish smile still plastered on that chubby face is distinctly unintimidated. “My parents said that too. I thought it was just for adults though! Sorry ‘bout that. I’ll just-”

He mimes zipping his mouth shut, and starts slinking away from Jason in small, silent steps. Every move more deliberate and careful, like he’s trying to be considerate of the company. It’s a noticeably quieter exit than when he came. Honestly, it makes Jason feel like an A-Grade asshole. Like the type of snotty tough guy who shoves nerds in lockers because they’re embarrassing to look at.

It’s a shitty feeling. One that crawls along his skin like a forecast of him turning into one big cliche. His mom would be disappointed, Bruce and Alfred too. Moreover, he’s just not that type of guy. Hates them even. But maybe not as much as he’d hate being that guy to someone else.

[thatblackstarinleo]

omg obsessed with all your wips !!! i simply must hear more about girl!golfer will tho, i can see the vision so clearly 👀🩷

Well… since you mentioned girl!Will 👀 let me indulge a little

She grew up in a pretty Lexington house with pale yellow shutters and hydrangeas that bloom blue every June. Her parents met at Boston College. Her older sister went to Boston College. Her aunts, her uncles, her entire extended family are Eagles. So of course, of course, Will goes to BC too. There was never even a conversation about it

She's the youngest. The good girl. Always has been. She went to church every Sunday, brought shortbread to the parish bake sale, dated a sweet boy who went to Dartmouth and drove a Volvo. She got good grades, kept her room clean, never caused a stir

She grew up summers on the Cape, at her grandparent's summer house. She folds her beach towel the right way so the sand doesn't get in her bag. She wears La Vie Est Belle and knows how to string pearls, and she keeps sea glass in a little ceramic bowl on her nightstand. Think sundresses and club tennis, manicured hands and soft pink nails, wind-tangled hair on the ferry to Martha's Vineyard. She always says thank you. She crosses her ankles when she sits. She's never loud, never messy, never too much

But she is competitive. Grew up playing tennis with her cousins and doing golf clinics with her dad until she started winning the club tournaments. She doesn't like bragging about it, just smiles and shrugs and then quietly destroys anyone who underestimates her at the country club. The boys at her high school were obsessed with her, but she didn't really notice. She had other plans: BC, DI golf, Pol Sci, maybe law school. Maybe international relations. She's still figuring it out

And then... Mack

Absolutely not her type. Not a good, preppy, catholic boy. Not even in the right school, not even from the right coast. He's tall and a little bit cocky and tragically bad at golf. Like, "accidentally lets go of the club on the follow-through" kind of bad. And he just trails after her like a golden retriever with a crush. And he blushes about it like boys never have around her before

God I need to write girl!Will immediately 😭

[manipichu]

DAMMNED!FORSAKEN AU

Welcome to The Damned!Forsaken AU where robloxian, Hackers, and myths get teleported to an unknown forest with a giant separate cabin miles away by the spectre, ‘the timeless’’, ‘The chaos’’ and “The Bell.” Where there are endless rounds of torture, suffering by people they love, and fate. They have to survive against the killers.

Trigger warning: The document is in WIP and it might have Grammar problems because ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE! Most of the forsaken characters of survivors and killers will be different then the official Forsaken Lore. if you think the characters are mis character pls dm me and say what is the best way for them to design. Thank you.

Now into the Official Character with their different design.

Noob: Once a cheerful and helpful robloxian who has some friends. After his closest friends pass away, he became a shy and fear little robloxian after gotten in the forsaken for torture. Noob wears a blue sweater with dark yellow sleeves with a  hoodie, and Light green pants. He has a blue turtle scarf around his neck, a bandage on his right arm, 2 gloves on his hand, and a leather belt on his torso. He was very close to getting Kidnapped by that shadow lady during the round but thankfully the teammate saved his life. leaving this poor goober lost an eye.

Elliot: A former Builder Brother Pizza's best employee working his best at the Pizzeria who was helpful. After his sister went missing he felt sorrow for the missing sister but still worked his best to help his family and care, which is the reason why he appeared in the first place, said the spectre himself..or is it? Elliot wears a Milestone suit with a hunter tailcoat belt on his waist, a burning visor on his head, Star shade glasses, and 2 gloves on his hands. He still hates 007n7 due to the chaos his son made in his father's workplace. He is very tired due to all the endless Suffering rounds but he keeps smiling to not worry his friends or teammates.

Shedlesky: one of the strongest of the sword fighters on the Sword Fight on the Heights or SFOTH for short name, and became telamon with a duty of protecting his friends from Them. Shed wear a grey wizard robe with a cloak of the international, a nordic hood on his top, a long black hunter jacket with a stargazer cape on his back alongside with his black wing. Before he was like this, he used to have a rival helping protect all the swords of SFTOH but was later backstabbed by them from the 2 swords stolen, but he managed to survive from the stab, which is why he has bandages around his torso. it is unknown of why he end up in this torture.

Taph: one of a mute robloxian who causes chaos by using tripmine to explosed people's houses. after the lost of his friend or love, he end up in the endless torture game. Taph wears a robe of the international with a cloak of international, a OBC hood on his head, a bandana on his face, an elite royal cape behind his back with a black and gold wings. He has a starlight halo floating on top of his head. and a gold butterfly clip on his hood. the small wing covered his face, it is unknown why he covered it. Taph uses his sign language to communicate with the other survivors, but most of them don't understand what he is saying.

Chance: That damn gambler that i hate- cough *cough* I mean ... .a worker of his father's casino that keeps winning each gambling. After killing his only “friend” during roulette russian, it is unknown how he got in here. He wears a black fedora. He wears clockwork headphones and shades, as well as a suit and tie to match with a long coat with a rose, oh and of course a black belt on his waist of course. During the run, He got attacked by a shadow lady leaving a scar on his right eye. He still has his gosh dang- I mean his flintlock to protect his teammates.

007n7: A retired hacker and single father who works hard to gain some money for his adopted son. After his son went missing and the past he has done. He was sent here to suffer. He wears a blue shirt with brown pants, the Burger Bob hat topped with a noob head, a stopwatch and red chains around his left arms, and gloves on his right arm. his face was glitched due to using too much of his c00lgui. Despite every teammate's hate for him, he still tries to make them stay alive every round.

Builderman: One of the admin and CO-owner of the robloxian universe. He was wearing a Turbo Builders Club hat, a gray and black hoodie with the Roblox logo along with a red undershirt, and blue jeans. A classic toolbelt around his waist with a trench coat, a black cobblestone glove and straps on his right arms. It was confirmed that Builderman got in this torture game while trying to protect other robloxian from chaos where monster killing people, but fail due of his Ban hammer was missing. He built sentry and a healing thing for their teammates during the endless round

Dusekkar:  A magical wizard and an ex-admin for the robloxian who was sent in the endless game of sorrow and guilt. He wears a grey shirt that has no sleeves, which also has white robes that have text on them. They also have a brown belt with a gold buckle and pocket on it. Their head is a dark blue pumpkin with black antlers, while the inside of the pumpkin is a bright yellow color. Within the pumpkin is a ball of orange fire. They are seen carrying a staff as an offensive/defensive tool. And as a creepy witch tears white robes on his torso. He has a blue flower crown on his pumpkin head from a gift from his friend, but was later lost due to the incident and died in his arms.

Two times: I'm too lazy but the story is still the same but I'm just going to tell what they're wearing.. They’re wearing a black fingerless gloves, a black torso to represent a shirt, and grey legs to represent pants. They have a spawn emblem on their chest along with a similarly shaped tail, which is thin and black with plain white triangles/spikes and a black outline on the bottom of the tail. During their second life, they gain a pair of wings resembling the spawn point.

Guest 1337: The last guest who sacrifices his life for the world and his family but slowly turns into a nightmare…Guest 1337 has blue hair and wears a camouflage shirt, tan army vest, and camouflage pants. It was comfirme from the chaos that The last guest was sent after his death from another universe but later revive him and now in the endless torture game, but the last guest will never know what the shadow lady as done to his family… :)

John doe: an old ancient killer who managed to control himself from corruption, he wears a yellow shirt and blue legs to represent pants with a deformed right arm shaped in a spike. Red binary code seeps off the deformed limb, and he has a glowing red right eye with a black substance around it, as well as having his spine protruding from his back, leaving it visible. His left arm also has the same black substance on it. He was broke free from the corruption thanks to Jane doe before he was sent for torture. He uses his corrupted to trap the killer to save himself and his friends from the rounds. He still remembers his wife Jane Doe and hopes she was safe.

Doombringer: an ex-admin who helps the roblox HQ and tries to protect the innocent from a killer but was sent in the endless game out of nowhere. He wore Adurite Bucket Transparent pants, red magma armor on the torso and shoulder, a fallen angel leg protector (Red), a Sung Jinwoo Jacket and a Doombringer head. He uses his ban hammer to attack the killer and protect his teammate from the killer. He has a lot of bandages on his torso and arm due the damage he got.

Angelic: A ‘angel’ Who helped the Telamon himself became an insane person who backstab anyone. She wears a mafia group suit black and white with a spawn point necklace around her neck, her left arm half covered with black as a lost soul, a black cape around her waist, and a brown stylish leather belt on her waist. She has grey and purple wings behind her back. She was banished by the ‘Spawn’ from heaven due to her insanity. They manage to steal the 2 powerful swords from Telamon which are the Darkheart and Illumina. She joins the shadow lady to make people suffer and never mess with her newest master. But on her team she is sometimes nice to her teammates but she understands why his team is afraid of them.

Stelle aka shadow lady: A broken soul who was revived with anger and hunger for soul.. She wears an elegant black jumper with heels, a pure black elegant coat with sleeves on her torso, a black torn cape around her neck. She had a cape that covered her face showing nothing but a single glowing purple eye. She used to work for Urbanshade Hadal blackside. She has 2 good friends Taph and Dusekkar, but she sadly got badly injured during the chaos at the work of pizza place to stop c00lkidd from doing chaos and die in Taph and dusekkar arms. She use her scythe as her main weapon and her teams that she save from the disaster of myth and hacker making sure to torture those survivors. If she killed Dusekkar/Taph, she just gently put their lifeless body on the ground and said how much she was sorry for killing them and told them how much she loved them.

Mark: A ex-spawn cult that he quickly left after seeing Two time killing Azure. Mark wears a mafia group suit black and white, a fedora on his top, Deep blue cozy scarf around his neck, grey gloves on his hand, a tied waist jacket on his waist, and a strapped shoulder holding a knife. He was found by the shadow lady while trying to run away from 1X. He accepted the deal from the shadow lady for his survivors and the revenge of Azure, his dear brother in law. He uses his rocket launcher to attack the survivors and show nothing but anger in his face. He is friends with his team and his master at the same time but always gets worried by Angelic.

Player: A person from another universe. Player was a police officer helping for lucella city. During the infection in their world they lost everything and the cure leading them to another universe finally got something they call friends. Player/Y/N wears a mafia group suit black and white, Gray Skate beanie,Desert Google around his neck, Strap Light on his chest, Strap on his left arms. an old black robe as a coat, a black tactical belt on his waist holding a Taser. They miss his old buddy Doggy which is why he has the taser as a reminder. They wore a black bandages due to the injuries they got from shedletsky rounds. Player was glad that he made friends from the team. The shadow lady sees the player as brother/sister.

Bella: Most people Think she is innocent and adorable but in reality she is not. Bella wears a mafia group suit black and white. with a brown belt on her torso holding a clip-on light. Her white hair is very fluffy. her wings were injured leaving small holes so she cant fly but she can jump high with her wings. Before meeting the shadow lady, Bella stole Builderman's ban hammer while the accident happened. She is sometimes sweet around her team, even the players. but most of the time, she always smirks a little crazy and smirks a lot if she sees survivors getting hurt she thinks they deserved it.

Credit: Milloy (Been a grammar fixer)

Charlotte: the daughter of guest 1337 who witnessed the death of her mother(Daisy) was experimented on and brainwashed by the shadow lady. wears a mafia group suit black and white, a Random god's Antenna on her head alongside with a Tactical Helmet Headset, she as a bandages glove on her left hand, she lost her right arm but was replaced with a metal arms, Elite suspender waist straps around her waist and a plug tail. Her long brown wavy hair with injured scars on her face. She was kidnapped by the shadow lady and was experimented on and brainwashed thinking guest 1337 killed her mother and left her behind. It is unknown if we ever seen her face again

FINALLY IS ALL DONE AND FOR PEOPLE WONDERING? YES YOU CAN MAKE MY FORSAKEN AU X READER! im looking at you @brain4stew

[batchilla]

my life fell apart

Hello all. You read the title of this post. I won't have time to write much for... a bit. I am coming back, things will be completed, but I doubt I'd be able to post till mid next week or the next two weeks. So. Something from a WIP to tide you over: AUTHORS NOTE This is a prequel story to the most married divorced couple focused on Jason’s time as Robin. He is therefore a child, as is the reader. It can also be read as a stand alone. It takes place over a few years, with them being 11ish here. Jason is NEW to the role, and will end the series around 15. For no particular reason. Divider made by @super-marvel-dc

The first time you were rescued by Robin was not your first time being kidnapped. It was the twelfth. You were fast closing on the Gotham record. You hoped not to break it. You will. It always seemed to play out the same. Your mother’s position as a judge in Gotham had some low level goon decide that the best way to help their buddies escape was to hold you hostage. You were just grateful she had never sentenced anyone more serious than Mr Camera. It hadn’t gotten any easier. Your head hurts. You’ve been tied to a plastic chair for the better part of the day, in a hot, dark, shipping container in the warehouse district of Gotham.You’ve been wedged unceremoniously between a set of crates, which gives you something to kick in frustration if nothing else. You kick the crates. Nothing changes, except now your foot smarts.  You are so thirsty. You figure theoretically someone is nearby, and you could call out for water - maybe you’d get it.

You don’t trust anything these people would provide. You know, on one level that it’s stupid. They aren’t trying to kill you. They probably wouldn’t poison or drug you. Perhaps it is less distrust and more foolish pride that prevents you from making a noise. You don’t care to examine your inner motivations while you’re waiting for the Gotham police to show up. Which … typically took a day. Or Two. Three, if the freaks of Gotham decided to cause problems on purpose more than they typically did.

Except… you heard a startled cry from outside. Then a thud. Another thud. A man’s scream. You go tense. Perhaps whoever your mother was putting on the stand was a more frightening figure then you’d thought…

But then the door is kicked in with a ringing din of a boot meeting metal. The light blinds you momentarily, your vision returning in silhouette first. A caped figure, around your height, is standing in the entryway and now moving at speed towards you.

You blink as colour returns to you. Red, Green, Yellow.

Odd. You didn’t claim expertise in the Batman’s protege. But you were pretty sure he was a grown up at this point. Not a boy your age.

“Robin?” You ask groggily, as he kneels to untie you. “Don’t worry.” He looks up at you with a grin that would shame the light of a supernova. “I got you.”

He helps you to your feet, and brings your arm over his shoulder to keep you upright and guide you to the door.

A distant siren has you turning your head to see the Gotham PD coming into view - you try not to be miffed they showed up to arrest Robin so much faster then they came to rescue you.

You turn to Robin as you feel him leaving your side, and see what must be a smoke bomb hit the ground.

When it clears you can still see him running down one of the many long corridors between warehouses as fast as his legs will carry him.

A police officer touches your shoulder, and you look away. You hadn’t gotten a very good look at him… but you were pretty sure he lived up to the name of boy wonder.

[ladytauria]

@ragnarokhound asked: 🎃👻 Trick or treat!! 🍫🍬🍭

hehe hi fenris!!

you may have seen me answer this & then found it deleted—i accidentally clicked post while clearing away a notification. the joys of mobile Tumblr, lmao.

anyway!

for you... i am going to talk about my selkieljason wip! (as a warning, this is basically a summary of every detail i have for this fic so… if you don’t want spoilers for a hypothetical story that may never end up fully written, don’t click!)

it's a #+1 fic—i havent decided if it's going to be 3, 4, or 5 haha. the summary is:

X times Tim could have stolen Jason's coat but didn't, and 1 time Jason wrapped him in it.

It's an urban fantasy AU where non-humans are known about but either a) not common or b) still don't really show their faces much. There are a lot of stereotypes & untrue beliefs about the various non-humans, as well as conflicting myths & such. Most of them prefer not to deal with having to educate humans and either live among them secretly or have their own separate communities—or both.

Jason is a selkie, of course; Gotham has a small selkie community but they prefer to stay relatively secretive. Still, there’s a common phrase you hear among the folk of Gotham:

“You want an obedient spouse? Catch yourself a selkie wife.”

As such, Jason keeps his true nature tucked tight to his chest. He also can’t bear to be parted with his coat. It NEEDS to be within his sight at all times—nowhere else is safe enough. Luckily for him, the magic of a selkie’s pelt allows it to change forms as he wants/needs it to. It’s been a red hoodie, a school blazer, a yellow cape, and most recently, a brown leather jacket.

The bats are all aware that Jason is a selkie. Jason trusted Bruce enough to tell him after about six months to a year of living with him, and that knowledge spread to Alfred and Dick and later to Tim and Damian. (In this AU, the Robin uniform in Bruce’s case has no cape.)

I am picturing this happening while Tim and Jason are tentatively something. They start out as fwb with feelings. Both of them knowing the other has feelings but less sure of their own, if they can really be the person the other wants or needs.

There is also still definitely some friction between them. Since it’s Jason’s POV a lot of that friction is focused on whether or not Tim can live with the way he handles his cases as well as his distance from the other bats. But there’s also likely some concerns about whether or not Jason can live with Tim’s quirks, haha.

Anyway. Outside of their relationship they also work together a lot, because they genuinely do work very well as a team. They compensate for each other’s weaknesses and boost each other’s strengths—and these days, there’s a mutual respect, now that Tim is better at understanding Jason.

But they still have issues there, too.

Each of the five incidents involve them fighting or disagreeing. I also want to show them steadily taking steps in their relationship, as well; growing from fwb to more of a couple haha. But each of therese incidents/cicrcumstances involve Tim handling Jason’s coat while he’s vulnerable.

Each time, Jason wakes up fearing that Tim will have taken his coat and hidden it. Tim may not want a selkie groom—he can think of a lot of bad things about Tim, but never that he would coerce Jason into any kind of relationship—but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want Jason’s obedience. His cooperation.

Each time, though, Jason’s coat is either safe in his sight or touching him.

The last incident is definitely the worst and the one Jason thinks that Tim will break up with him over, even if he doesn’t take the coat, but instead—

Instead he doesn’t.

It cements Jason’s trust in Tim. That he can trust him not to take advantage of what he is no matter how bad their fights get or how angry Tim is with him. And he wants to show Tim that. That he knows it, that he loves him, so—

He does it the only way he knows how:

He wraps Tim in his coat and kisses him.

Which brings us to the only proper scene I have written for this fic:

Jason runs his thumb over his coat, the leather of its disguise buttery soft, and watches Tim. He’s utterly at ease on Jason’s couch, scrolling through his phone, one arm dangling off the armrest. Jason swallows, stomach twisting with nerves. He takes a breath—in through the nose, out through the mouth. Then, he strides forward, clenching his coat a bit tighter.

He kneels in front of Tim, capturing his attention. His phone falls to the side as Tim’s brows furrow. Before he can ask what Jason is doing, Jason unfurls his coat, wrapping it around Tim’s shoulders.

His eyes grow wide. “Ja— wh—“

Jason can feel the heat on his face. Knows he has to be pink, at the very least. But he doesn’t stop, tugging Tim forward and into the briefest, chastest kiss before resting their foreheads together.

“Caught you,” he murmurs.

The smile he receives is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

[graytodd]

I wanted to sketch Dick giving Jaybin the Robin suit but I opted for a little panel of Jay trying on the yellow cape instead, which is way too long for this tiny baby!

[lena-thinks-too-much]

Hi! I’m super curious about your WIP with Tim at comic con!

So I gave a little synopsis here but I'm also really proud of the cosplays I came up with for yj so have this little spoiler

If Tim had to pinpoint the exact moment everything went wrong in his life, it would be Metropolis Comic Con. Bart had been the one to suggest they go. He had also been the one to suggest they go as each other. And, because they were who they were, they had all agreed to surprise one another with their choices. Cassie had opted for Kon’s classic Young Justice look instead of his current T-shirt-and-jeans aesthetic. She’d turned the suit into a sleek romper, pairing it with knee-high red boots. She’d topped it off with a pair of shades and Kon’s favorite leather jacket—both of which she had almost definitely stolen from Conner at some point. Bart, meanwhile, had somehow shown up wearing one of Tim’s discarded Robin suit designs—the one with the green vest and bandana instead of a cape, which Tim was pretty sure had never even made it past the sketch phase. He had no idea how Bart found out about it, but somehow, he made it work. Conner had taken the theme in an entirely different direction, going as a punk version of Impulse instead of Kid Flash. His pants, belt, and shirt looked like a scaled-up version of Bart’s old suit, but he’d added his own flair: a white leather jacket and red-rimmed sunglasses with yellow lenses. And Tim, of course, was Wonder Girl—"A true Boy Wonder," as Cassie liked to joke. Inspired by her original suit, he wore a tight black shirt with the Wonder Woman logo under a dark denim jacket. He’d paired it with red cargo shorts, knee pads, and white gloves. As a finishing touch, he'd added a short black wig with choppy bangs and Cassie’s iconic goggles, which he had permanently “borrowed” from her locker ages ago. When he arrived at their rendezvous point outside the convention center, he found Kon and Bart scrutinizing each other’s costumes while Cassie, upon seeing him, immediately made a face. “Did you have to pick my biggest fashion fail, Wonder Boy?” she groaned. Tim shrugged. “What can I say? The original look was iconic.” Cassie shuddered. “Gods, that wig was not it. I’m so glad I stopped wearing it—my scalp was always sweating like crazy.” Kon laughed, but Bart practically vibrated with excitement, bouncing on his toes. “Rob! Rob! What do you think of my outfit? I broke into the Batcave to find your suit schematics—pleasedon’ttellBatman—butIfoundthisoneinsteadanditlookedsocool—whydidn’tyoueveruseit?!”

For reference I got Bart's costume from the back of Chuck Dixon's Robin Volume 1. I'm so sad we never got to see this look in action but I think Bart would totally pull it off

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt; we are so pleased with this Match. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon–hesitates, and looks uncertain. Looks nervous, almost. 

It’s understandable, under the circumstances. He’s never done this before. Not like this. Not following Kryptonian tradition, and not with an actual omega. 

Neither has Kara, of course. But Kon doesn’t know as much as she does, and he needs her. Needs her to explain, and to tell him it’s alright, and to watch his back. 

So that makes it easier, for her. 

“You heard me,” she says, reaching back to squeeze his arm reassuringly. “I'm telling you I approve, and you have my permission.” 

Kon’s pupils dilate enough to almost completely eclipse his irises, his scent burning sharper and smokier, and Kara smiles. 

She really can’t do anything else. 

All she can smell right now is smoke and sugar, but she's almost certain the humans aren't smelling anything at all. They just don't have the same olfactory receptors as Kryptonians do, even discounting the yellow-sun super-senses. They don't register pheromones the same way. 

Well, not alpha and omega ones, at least. She's not as sure about beta, admittedly. 

Humans really do trust Kal's sincerity so quickly, when they meet him face-to-face. Not all of them, obviously, but . . . well, maybe more than makes sense, statistically. 

Kal really is that good, of course–that sincere and genuine–but they believe it. 

Kara's been refraining from experimenting with her own pheromones, given she has far more control of them than Kal has of his. It seems . . . unethical, maybe, with a species that wouldn't know what she was doing if she did. 

Then she hears at least another dozen guards’ boots running up around the corner ahead and can't help remembering this isn't exactly an ethical situation. 

. . . no, no, she doesn't want to put off any pheromones that might throw off Kon or Match. It's more important to do her duty to the El pack properly than anything else, no matter how annoying this shoddy excuse for a pincer movement is about to be. 

“Leave this to me,” she tells Kon, brushing her hair back again and adjusting the lay of her cape. An alpha shouldn't go to their omega smelling like “challengers” that omega has already refused to even consider as worthy of their attention. It just demeans the alpha and insults the omega. 

Kon looks wary, briefly, and glances back at the guards behind them. Kara just pats his arm reassuringly again. 

This is the kind of thing a beta is for, after all.

[thegremlininyourcloset]

*insert mariah carey voice* It's TIMEE!!!

For the fourth snippet of Step Left For A Better Future, my Steph in Titans Tower fic!

fair warning it is still a wip

ao3 link of the first chapter updated from the last time I linked it!

@fictfrenzy @themoonwitch-mustspeak

Like most Gothamite children her age, Stephanie Brown had always looked up to Robin. He was one of the city’s protectors, a hero who was a kid—just like her! Like most children, Steph had dreamed of soaring across Gotham’s skylines, of fighting alongside Batman and beating the bad guys and saving the day.

But unlike most children, Steph had always imagined her father standing among the bad guys she’d be arresting at the end of the night.

She’d grown out of it by now, obviously.

But sometimes, sometimes when her father locked her in the closet, and her mother wasn’t home or was lost in the haze of her pills—she’d imagine Robin, imagine someone, anyone really, breaking down the closet doors and promising she’d never have to live in fear again. Promising that everything would finally be okay. 

It was stupid, really. 

The only person Stephanie Brown could count on was herself.

Not her mother, not Batman, and certainly not Robin.

(Her father hadn’t even been in the running. Steph could admit that maybe she was childish sometimes, but she wasn’t stupid.)

But she still noticed when the Robins switched. When First had vanished, only to reappear later under a different name.

When Second appeared for the very first time. 

It was obvious that this Robin was a different one than First. Though nobody had called him First, then. 

He was smaller, less flippy, and he spoke with a thick Alley accent.

And Steph wasn’t from Crime Alley or anything—but she was a Narrows girl, (even if her father made them live in the suburbs when he was out of jail), and she’d been overjoyed to learn to hear her childhood hero sound a little bit like her. 

She’d see him, sometimes, when she hung around the city to avoid going back home. He’d waved at her, once. She’d waved back.

And she hadn’t known him, not at all.

But she’d still found herself in tears the day the headlines proclaimed Second gone.

And when she donned that purple cape for the very first time, she’d thought of being young but never weak, of being a light in the darkness, and of green-yellow-red.

[kellystar321]

THE MAP IS OUT!! Here's my individual part for it, along with my credit image! I'm so happy to have been able to work with such cool collaborators on this project, this was so fun! :D <33

WIP and fun facts below the cut!

First pass of my part!

General Notes: - All of us had a cut-off frame so Sammy (our MAP host!) had space to transition shots! the stick in my cut-off is my oc Lixy <3 - As always, I don't have an actual animation program. Each frame of this was individually drawn in Clip Studio, saved as PNGs, and meticulously arranged in a video editing software. it took a while and a headache. the software crashed 4 times hdkjh </3 - The process was sketching, lining, then compiling it all together! Line art took the most time (because i don't like lineart hkjdh) - Fun fact, all of the sketches (seen in the wip above) were all drawn on my first plane ride ever :> <3 - The background is Alan's animation program that I took from a screenshot from AVA 6 :> I didn't want to do anything too complex for it ;w; <3 - All of the slide transitions were done manually! It may look like tweening, but I don't have a program that can do tweening lmao :'> <3 Each of the slidings was individually 3-6 frames of moving them across the frame, a single frame of stretch for movement, then a settling frame before the next stick slid in. - Green is doing air guitar as they slide in :3 <3 - My Blue design has a hat that can magically change into a Witch hat (when potion making), Chef hat (when cooking) or Sunhat (when gardening <33 - Purple looks nervous after he crashes into everyone, like they're expecting to be in trouble, but smiles and laughs when everyone else does. You can see Blue with their hands up, reassuring Purple. - Originally Yellow didn't move as much in the final laugh scene, but I saw the first frame of the person after me (@/sleptonce!) which had Yellow in a little crouch :> i adjusted Yellow to match the next frame a little better! - Also Yellow's hair is flipped from the way I usually draw it because I felt it worked better this way hgkjh <3 - (I totally didn't forget my Second's design has green eyes and had to edit those frames very quickly hfkjh <33) - The only colors that aren't the stick's original colors are when Blue's hat falls on Purple, and Red's yellow bandana <3 (These are also the only movement animation in the blinking sequence!) - Adding Alan's cursor was a literal last minute decision, he was never in any of the sketches, I literally added him in 15 minutes before submitting my part hgkjh <33 I think after my shot, Alan helps gently pick them up <3 - My suit in the credits is mostly red and orange, because my favorite sticks are Red and Second! <3 The rainbow cape reflects how I enjoy the color gang the most though hkjdh <33

Thanks for reading!! :D <33