scatterpatter · 2 years ago
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MERCH HAAAAUUUULLL
AMKE was SO much fun omg, I went with a more casual Ingo today(aka everything but the wig and gloves lol) and there was so so much good merch it was hard to not go crazy aaa go stupid ;-; But I even got a sketch comission of Corren- and despite the reference pic I gave the artist they somehow knew the perfect energy to draw him in and I'm so happy
Shoutout to all the people I met and gave Sneasel cards to!!! I even met a Cecil and we laughed over the sexymen tournament and aaaaaaaa!!!!! So many cool people >\\\u///<
Good Good Con, 11/10
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heroesriseandfall · 1 year ago
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Father, Daughter: Roy & Lian
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“Go home, see Lian…if anyone knows who you really are, it’s your daughter.” — Grace Choi in Outsiders (2003) #33
Comic sources:
Titans (1999) #30
Outsiders (2003) #45
Titans (1999) #15
Titans (1999) #25
Titans (1999) #19
Justice League of America (2006) #11
Outsiders (2003) #19
Justice League of America (2006) #11
Outsiders (2003) #20
Teen Titans/Outsiders Secret Files 2003
Image descriptions in alt text are also copied below.
A comic panel from Titans (1999) #30, showing a green-lit memory of Roy Harper smiling as he looks down at his baby Lian in his arms. Beyond him, Jade Nguyen looks at them warmly.
A comic page from Outsiders (2003) #45 showing Roy Harper as Arsenal with Lian in pink pajamas and a heavy-set man who was babysitting. Roy holds Lian up in the air with his arms and says, “And helloooo, little squeaker!” Lian says, “Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!!” Roy pulls her in to rest his forehead against hers, holding her wrist as she says, “Y’know what, y’know what--today Nicole and Zach and Ashley and me and Peter and me went to the ac-rarian.” Still smiling, Roy corrects, “Aquarium.” He sets Lian on the floor and they look over, smiling, at the babysitter. Lian continues, “And there were penguins!! Little penguins! Lots of Penguins! And we stayed with the penguins until Omar said we had to go because we had to go home--” Omar the babysitter says, “They were closing.” Lian turns to the TV and presses her hands against the blank screen, saying, “But we came home and watched March of the Penguins--” Omar holds up four fingers, grins at Roy, and says, “Four times, but I skipped past the bad parts.” Roy says, “Thank you.” Lian grabs Roy’s leg and hangs off it joyfully, saying, “And Omar said we could go back to the ac-rarium--” Roy corrects, “Aquarium,” but Lian doesn’t skip a beat before continuing, “on Saturday and you could come with us, and then I’m gonna sleep over Ashley’s!”
A comic panel from Titans (1999) #15 showing Lian sitting on Roy’s shoulders, smiling and waving with one hand to someone out of frame as Roy holds onto her feet to keep her steady. In the background is a cloudy blue sky and the rocky spires of Oljato-Monument Valley in northeastern Arizona.
A comic panel from Titans (1999) #25 showing Nightwing (Dick), Tempest (Garth), Flash (Wally), and Arsenal (Roy) sitting around a campfire at night. Other speech bubbles have been cut off, but Roy is saying, “Still don’t see why I couldn’t bring Lian. She loves camping.”
A comic panel from Titans (1999) #19 showing Lian and Roy in Titans Tower as Flash/Wally is rushing over. There’s a blanket fort and boxes next to Lian. Roy is standing with a cane and has a white cast all the way up to his left thigh. Lian points up at him with a smile as she says, “You may start the campfire, lieutenant.” Roy salutes, his hand touching the brim of his backwards red baseball cap, and says, “Sir, yes, sir!” Lian only reaches his waist in height. Wally is saying something as he rushes in but his speech bubbles have been blanked out.
Two comic panels from Justice League of America (2006) #11 in a realistic but sketchy art style, focused in on Roy’s face which has a few bleeding cuts and his face is scrunched in pain. He’s in his Red Arrow suit. He looks up to say, “Mari, I keep a picture of Lian taped…hhhh…taped inside my quiver. It’s taking everything within me to keep from pulling it out and saving goodbye. Dig. Please.” He closes his eyes and winces with strain.
A comic panel from Outsiders (2003) #19 showing Lian’s bed from above with golden evening light shining in. Roy as Arsenal is sitting on the bed with little Lian on his lap hugging his neck. His arms are wrapped around her, and his face is shadowed, looking haunted. Little movement lines indicate Roy and Lian may be shaking. Lian’s room is filled with shades of pink and brown, and her pillows are covered in several large stuffed animals of various species.
A cropped comic page from Justice League of America (2006) #11 showing two sketchy panels surrounded by black. Roy is in his Red Arrow suit, trapped under bent metal, his skin splattered with blood. He’s nearly lying on his stomach barely holding himself up. Roy’s narration box says, “But with a prayer,” and out loud he says, “Lord, please watch over Lian--” The next panel zooms in a little but his face is still unclear. His narration box says, “And as I lose myself to the darkness--” Out loud, he continues, “--please keep her safe--” then his narration box continues, “--as the wet ceiling presses its foot against my head--”
A comic panel from Outsiders (2003) #20 showing Roy and Lian laying on a brown coach with their eyes closed. Lian’s head is resting on Roy’s chest, while his hands gently hold her elbow and back. A yellow narration box says, “They could stay close to home.”
A comic panel from Teen Titans/Outsiders Secret Files 2003 showing Roy and Lian hugging. Roy is in his Arsenal suit and his face is blocked from sight by Lian’s hair. Lian says, “Daddy, I don’t understand. Donna was your heart and you love her and now she’s become a ghost or something. How will your heart be happy?” Roy says, “Because, etai yazi, you’re my heart. And I love you.”
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littlebluedragonspetz · 2 years ago
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Name: Spamton Breed: Spamton (Catz) Sex: Male Lifestage Checkpoint: Adult (100) Generations: Adoption Center Family: Bliss the Spamton (Mate), The Minitonz (Sons) Favorite Flavor: Turkey Favorite Color: Green
Some History: Spamton was my first petz adopted, so I may have "Starter Pokemon fondness" for him but I do feel he's got a lot of charm to him. But why get such a strange breed as my first petz for my 2022 return to Petz? Because seeing the Spamton catz in the originating blog was actually why I even got back into Petz in the first place!
I remember coming across a very strange video and knew I had to see this blog for myself and I still remember how much I laughed seeing this breed for the first time! It was too ridiculous a thought mixing Spamton with Catz! But the more I combed through the posts, the more I started to get the feeling to give the breed a try. I already had a bit of an itch to pick up Petz again, so I did and got me Spamton from the AC! Description: The trademark of the Spamton breed is a mixed combination of traits from the chinchilla Persian (having high insanity) and the orange shorthair (low confidence), which is something Spamton definitely shows! The insanity fits with the base inspiration while the fearfulness creates that signature shaky walk, like if the cat was glitchy. Fitting the glitchiness theme, Spamton catz are kind of high maintenance due to getting sick easily, I know most uses of my medicine have gone to Spamton and my other Spamcatz.
More on the individual side, Spamton does not appear to be all that cuddly but that is most likely from his being very playful and how I don't like to leave my petz without toyz in case I have to step away from my PC. He does eventually start to yowl out dial up noises if I stay idle for too long. As expected, new things get him running at first but when he does bolster his courage he is quick to play first before using items as intended, whatever he can't pick up in his mouth he gives it an open paw smack immediately!
Some of his favorite toyz I've noticed include the Plush Opossum and Green Nursery Turtle Plush I got from Mythic Silence's website, when given choices to play with a lot of toyz he tends to prefer these, he also has a pillow preference as he will sleep on the Blue Pillow but never sit still on the Red Pillow. But if I had to pin an absolute favorite toy, it's the Music Box! He is a dancing machine! The moment the Music Box starts up he scampers over to start dancing!
With other petz he gets along fine with most of them, never one to start fights. With more belligerent petz he's usually the one running away! His closest affinities would be with Crystal the Furfrou and, not surprisingly, his mate Bliss. His interactions with mice on the other hand... He's actually pretty good at catching them. Not perfect, but the mice should still be careful! Good thing his favorite flavor is turkey and not mouse, but getting caught must be a miserable experience for the little squeakers as I've seen him yeet a mouse across the Family Room before!
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skeletonwoman · 4 years ago
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Jay is for Jacket
Hi! 
So i recnelty posted J is for Jacket, and i really liked it but i felt that a lot of the nuance i was seeing as i was writing wasn’t being included. And i know it can be cheap to write the same story from two different perspectives but i just couldn’t not include the thought here, it was wriggling in my brain. so this might be a mini series and if it requires more Jason POV’s they’ll pair up in title like this
It’s him, Barbara, Cass and Steph. Not his usual group but sometimes a guy just needs some time with the girls.
Or that’s what he’ll tell Tim when he starts in on him about it. More than that, the girls are savages that definitely think exactly what he’s thinking.
They’ve all seen the texts, seen the smiles, seen the change. Dick had come right out and told them, he’s met a girl and shes his soulmate. It was a small kick in the chest for everyone, for different reasons, but none of them could deny the new wind of joy at the manor. Everyone was smiling more just Dicks radiant happiness.
He’d actually taken to avoiding the place.
And tonight, since it’s just him and the girls, they give in to the curiosity and take a wander over to her building. Light stalking aside, everyone is surprised when they see her just sitting there on the ledge.
He doesn’t think she’s there to hurt herself but Babs does, for a split second. He reads it in her stutter step.
Only one thing for it, he thinks. Just to reassure Babs, he promises. Just to see if they can see what Dick sees, he wishes.
 It’s a few days and he’s back.
He doesn’t have a clue why, he’s not in love with a strange girl who sits beside four idiots and somehow emits such a calming influence that the four of them are nearly drunk by the time they leave.
Barbara promised to look into that and her, without telling Tim, but he can’t wait.
So after blowing up some idiots, Jason lets Dick go when he says that she told him to tell Jason its bed time, and when it actually works, when Dick realizes they’re done for the night and he can go to class tomorrow, he grabs his face and kisses him.
Idiot.
She’s a terrible influence on him.
And there she’s sitting, staring into the bright lights and the bright night and she doesn’t react when he sits down and the wind picks up but he senses her calm at his presence. Maybe she likes him too.
The thought makes his mind whirl, both with embarrassment that he wants to steal Dicks girl and the desperate hope that she might like him too.
She shivers.
His jacket is halfway off before he’s realized he’s moved and then suddenly its draped over her shoulders.
“Thank you,” slides through the air to brush his ears and he smiles behind the mask.
“You’re welcome.” He’s unsure why she thanked him, he probably should wash the jacket.
She’s wearing his jacket.
Shit, Dicks girlfriend is wearing his jacket.
But he can’t just snatch it off her now, her arms are in it and she’s so close to the edge.
Leaping to his feet, he races off into the night. What is he going to do? He just left Dick and immediately went to flirt with his brothers girlfriend!
That wasn’t his intention, though, obviously, he just wanted to see her. Calm down.
He’s got class with her tomorrow, he never shuts up about how he can’t wait for Tuesday and Wednesday to hang out with her.
He gets it now.
No! Not the point.
He’s back at the manor before he knows it, mask off and hanging from his fingertips, knowing there’s no way he can patrol tonight and knowing he can’t go home to his dark, cold apartment. The manor always has room, and the lights are always lit and its always warm.
Hurriedly, he steps into the warmth of the foyer and exhales a long breath.
No place feels quite as much like home.
He didn’t spend much time here, in the before, but it probably has less to do with being familiar with the place and more to do with the memories of his brothers hidden in the spaces.
Damian creeps through a door and stares at him as he stands in the middle of the room like a weirdo.
“Evil Spawn,” he offers as a greeting and the kid scowls. “What’re you doing awake? What time is it?”
“Midnight,” he says with that eerie knowing voice. He shouldn’t be so young and have that voice. “You’re here very early.”
“Yeah, it really is early.” His eyes drop to his feet, still parked in the middle of the room.
“Where’s your jacket?”
He scowls at his feet before wiping the expression away and replacing it with a more defined scowl. “I fucking lost it.”
Damian scowls back at him. “What’re you going to do then? Where’d you lose it? How’d it even come off?”
“I don’t know! I think I fell off a roof, a low one obviously, and I guess it got stolen? I don’t know.” He moves toward the doorway Damian’s standing in, knowing what comes next.
“Kneel down here,” Damian gestures to the floor in front of him and pulls a torch from his back pocket. One small hand captures his cheek while the other points to the roof and moves left to right. Then comes the torch. It’s all so well-choreographed now, allowing an eleven year old to check him for a concussion. “You’re good.”
He grins up at his tiniest brother, who scowls and rolls his eyes.
Without warning him, he rises and ruffles his hand through Damians hair, drawing a vicious curse from the childs lips. “You gonna make me something to eat, favourite sibling?”
“No.” Damian immediately counters sullenly, but he heads toward the kitchen all the same. “I’m throwing the dog a birthday party, by the way. Gifts are expected.”
This is why the manor is home, this is what makes it warm and bright.
 He doesn’t get the text till late. 2pm late.
Dickson Grayne: Yo is your jacket missing I think ik where it is
Dickson Grayne: if urs is missing
He scowls at the phone, deciding not to respond. He doesn’t want to lie but she clearly wore the jacket in front of Dick without realizing they were connected. He’s gotta get it back, she can’t keep it, clearly.
He stares at the clock on his phone before he tosses it under his pillow and climbs into bed.
 “Can I have it back?” He blurts before he can think and she wrinkles her nose at him, clearly annoyed, though he catches her smile as she turns to collect it from across the room. She hugs it when she picks it up.
Honestly, it looks like she sniffs it.
Maybe she has no sense of smell because he suddenly really feels the need to wash it before he gives it back.
No! No giving it back. Damn.
“Here,” she says, holding it out with a sad face. “I’m sad to see it go, it’s amazing and I’m jealous you own it. Where’d you get it?”
Before he can control himself, a harsh no escapes his masked lips and she flashes a scowl at him before masking her expression.
“Thank you for lending it to me, I really appreciated it, and have a wonderful night, Red.” The words hit his back and he stops for half a second to absorb them before taking off. He can’t think of her or the nickname right now.
 Despite this, he thinks about her all night and when four am rolls around, he finds himself dropping his jacket onto her doorstep and taking off.
 The first pet shop he finds will be fine. He’d have gone to a supermarket but he knew the evil spawn would know and be able to tell the difference.
It’s Titus’s birthday, and Damian is demanding everyone be present with presents for the dog.
No one celebrated his birthday last year but the dog gets a full party? Sure.
The bell rings as he walks in, already heading where he can see the collars and leads. Is that what the dog needs? New leash?
The moment he thinks it a rejection follows. Ace, letting someone leash him? As if.
All the same, he takes his time looking over the options and colours. He has no idea what he’s looking for at the this point, as he moves to the dog toys. It’s a great dane? Do they need special toys? Does Titus need special toys cause he’s a “special” dog? Should he be getting him a bat shaped toy?
He moves to the cat toys. More likely to find something bat shaped there.
A tickle runs over the back of his neck and his eyes follow the feeling to see- her.
She’s here. Staring at him. Does she- know?
He never asked what Dick had told her, what she knows. Does she even know who he is? Has Dick ever even mentioned his zombie brother?
She starts toward him and his eyes flicker over her features- she doesn’t recognise him. She has no idea who he is.
A flush of pleasure fills his body as he notices her check him out.
Good.
No! Bad!
She stops next to him as he forces his eyes to the toys before him.
“Anything I can help you find today?”
She sounds so different. His jaw tightens slightly, irrationally, and he inhales an unsteady breath at the distance she places between them.
Christ, he sounds like such a stalker.
Lowering his voice to how he imitates batman, he says “dog toy.” Hesitates. “Great Dane.”
She beams at him, still distant, and gestures to a pink elephant. Her voice is pretty darn sweet when she explains. “Some customers have issues with the colour but this guy is really the best on the market right now for dogs like great danes. Its tough, light weight, machine washable and there’s a squeaker inside.”
He grabs it before she finishes speaking, absorbing every word she offers him.
Disgusting.
He can’t help himself from offering a thank you, despite the seething and roiling mass of self-loathing in his gut. No one deserves love as much as Grayson, no one.
His gaze trips down to the elephant in his hands and he smiles. Damian is going to hate this, and Titus is going to love it. By the time he looks back up, you’ve taken off and he’s following your beckoning wave just like the stupid dog he’s gotten the gift for.
A flurry of short actions finishes off the transaction and Jason clutches the bag handles in his fist.
“Thank you,” he says, keeping his voice as Batman as he can.
He turns in a rush, storming two steps toward the doorway before he feels his gut tug him hard, and spin him back around.
Without thinking about consequences, Dick, Barbara or the Red Hood, Jason nabs a pen and her wrist, scribbling down his mobile number and asking her to text him.
It’s only out on the street when the doubts and worries crash back in does he realize that he forgot to disguise his voice.
“F*ck.”
 Babby: Heads up, you know who is coming tonight
Jason stares at the text, his good mood melting away. Tonight was supposed to be his brothers, his siters, Alfred, the dog and Bruce. He was going to watch his brothers be happy, ignore Bruce and give Alfred a smile. Hell, he might have even let Dick hug him and rustled the Kids hair.
Now?
Ah, hell.
yea!!
Part two? yEAH!
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