#Pamela B. Green

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Dp x Dc x ML AU: Sam changes her major to Fashion to piss off her mother, and hey, she’s good at altering pink shit into gothic gowns. Her new TA Marinette isn’t what she appears and... Marinette’s boyfriend looks just like Danny? 

Sam, Danny, Tucker are all roomies as they attend Gotham U (well, Danny’s taking online classes- Ghost king duties are a bitch) and it’s time for Sam to change her major.

Sam started off in Plant Bio and that was great and she loved it until (A) She realized that to do real science she couldn’t rely on her connection to the Green and that it would skew her work and that (B) Pamela was fucking loving it. Pamela was doing the polite society equivalent of screaming from the rooftops about how smart Sam was to be a STEM major at GU and it made Sam feel gross about it. So… She switches to Fashion Design.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a PhD student working on a new specialized fabric (It’s for hero costumes not that anyone knows it yet), and is Sam’s TA for the semester. 

After her first class, She and Mari and her kind of hit it off, like, incredibly well. Mari explains that she knows the style Sam is going after because of her love for Jagged Stone and then they bond over Humpty Dumpty. 

Eventually they’ll bond over video games (Sam admits she sucks at UMS3 but would gladly kick her ass in Doomed). They start meeting in Mari’s office hours (which no one else goes to except for in cram weeks) and getting coffee.

Then one Damian Wayne appears and -BOOM Twin AU- Why the fuck does he look just like Danny? 

Anywho: It’s been on my mind for a bit and I’ve started to write it. So uh, you can read it here if you’d like. 

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Villains through the Rainbow

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Below the cut are all the characters and movies and shows ^^

Red: Gaston (Beauty and The Beast, 1991), Pearl (Pearl, 2022), Professor Ratigan (The Great Mouse Detective, 1986), Captain Hook (Peter Pan, 2003), Lord Shen (Kung Fu Panda 2, 2011), The Djinn (Wishmaster, 1999), Jafar (Aladdin, 1992), Otis B Driftwood (House of 1000 Corpses, 2003), Death (Puss N Boots; The Last Wish, 2022), Chucky / Charles Lee Ray (Seed of Chucky, 2004), Scar (The Lion King, 1994), and Erik Destler (The Phantom of the Opera, 1989).

Yellow: Percival C McLeach (The Rescuers Down Under, 1990), Mayor George W. Buckman (2001 Maniacs, 2005), Clayton (Tarzan, 1999), Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, 2003 + The Texas Chainsaw Massacre; The Beginning, 2006), Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls, 2012), Baby Firefly (House of 1000 Corpses, 2003), Cruella De Vil (101 Dalmations, 1961), Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray (Childs Play, 1988), Commander Lyle Rourke (Atlantis; The Lost Empire, 2001), Kahmunrah (Night At The Museum; Battle of the Smithsonian, 2009), Hopper (A Bugs Life, 1998), and Gilderoy Lockheart (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, 2002).

Green: Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty, 1959), The Riddler (Fox Gotham, 2014), Scar (The Lion King, 1994), Leslie Vernon (Behind The Mask; Rise of Leslie Vernon, 2006), Chick Hicks (Cars, 2006), Freddy Krueger (Freddy Vs Jason, 2003), General Kai (Kung Fu Panda 3, 2016), Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice, 1988), Marvin the Martian (Space Jam, 1996), Oogie Boogie (A Nightmare Before Christmas, 1993), Greasy Weasel (Who Framed Roger Rabbit, 1988), and Lady Tremaine (Cinderella, 2015).

Blue: Wheezy Weasel (Who Framed Roger Rabbit, 1988), Michael Myers (Halloween, 1978), Hades (Hercules, 1997), Maleficent (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Prince John (Robin Hood, 1973), Pamela Voorhees (Friday the 13th, 1980), Tai Lung (Kung Fu Panda, 2008), Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing, 2014), Prince Hans of the Southern Isles (Frozen, 2013), Hades (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Shan Yu (Mulan, 1998), and Bo Sinclair (House of Wax, 2005).

Purple: Eris (Sinbad; Legend of the Seven Seas, 2003), Carrie White (Carrie, 1978), Jafar (Aladdin, 1992), Chop Top Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre II, 1986), Evil Queen Grimhilde (Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs, 1937), Tiffany Valentine (Bride of Chucky, 1998), Dr Facilier (The Princess and the Frog, 2009), Jervis Tetch (Fox Gotham, 2014), Ursula (The Little Mermaid, 1989), Regina Mills (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Long John Silver (Treasure Planet, 2002), and Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body, 2009).

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CAMP NANO DAY 27

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They'd been living in Gotham for two and a half months, now, and Sam was running out of the fertilizer that she used on her bonsai tree. She'd done some research before leaving the apartment earlier, but as she stormed out of the fifth "garden supply" store on her list in disgust, she was beginning to get worried and disheartened. If she couldn't find the fertilizer she used, she'd have to settle for a different, and most likely lower quality one, and there was a pretty large chance her bonsai wouldn't react well to a sudden and drastic change like that.

I suppose I could ask Danny to ask Batman if He knows where I could get some, Sam thought as she stalked down the street with a huff. She soon found herself in a beautiful park and decided to take a break from all the walking she'd been doing. He is meeting up with Him and Robin for their first lesson tonight, anyway, and the Bat has expressed concern over our safety before. Sam stared down at her more than slightly crumbled list in hesitation. Should she? She knew Danny would do everything he could to help her if she let on that she needed something, but she wasn't sure if she was comfortable with Batman and His clan knowing so much about her, yet.

Sam let out a sigh of defeat. She knew in her roots that the rest of the stores on her list weren't any better than the five she'd already tried, but she was hesitant to trust anyone outside of her Fright with her true nature. She knew, logically, that Batman was unlikely to use the knowledge to harm her or her Fright, but as Jazz had told them all multiple times before, anxiety didn't follow logic and that was okay. Didn't make it any less frustrating, however.

She'd just crushed her list in her fist yet again, half convinced she really should just go home and ask Danny to talk to Batman about some way of getting her fertilizer, when she felt her connection to The Green, normally dormant in her chest next to her Fright bonds, suddenly flare with concern. Sam gasped at the rush and her head shot up, gaze instantly honing in on the figure halfway across the park from her and rapidly closing in.

"Oh, you poor flower, are you alright?" The being asked as they, she, got closer. Her bright red hair was nearly floating around her form, her leaf green eyes glowing with concern, and her aura was reaching out to brush gently against her own. Doctor Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy, knelt down in front of her and gently grabbed her fisted hand in both of her own. Sam slumped back against the bench as she felt the vitamins and minerals she'd slowly been depriving herself of as she rationed the last of her fertilizer to spread it as fast as possible suddenly filled her up. I honestly hadn't realized I'd gotten that bad, Sam thought, nearly delirious. "Flower, dear, please answer me. Are you alright?"

"N-not really," Sam managed through the tears she hadn't even realized she was shedding. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to get ahold of herself. Ancients, why am I crying about this? "C-can't find my f-fertilizer, a-almost out, been r-rationing what's left."

An earth warm hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb wiping away the tears that streaked through her makeup as care thrummed through The Green. "Hush, my Flower, you don't have to worry about that anymore. I'll provide you with the nutrients you need. Do you have a clan? A safe place to stay?"

Sam's eyes flashed open at that. Purple met green and suddenly, she knew. Poison Ivy was more than just a metahuman eco-terrorist turned antihero with a connection to The Green. She was a Nature Spirit and The Green's Avatar in this realm.

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It was finally time for Bruce and Damian's turn to meet up with Phantom for their first session. He would have preferred to have met sooner, perhaps before Dick and Duke had their turn, but Bruce had been called away on an urgent business trip not even a week after Jason and Steph's own first session, and he wasn't sending his youngest off to meet with Phantom without him. Damian had huffed at his decision, but ultimately (and thankfully) agreed without much fuss. He'd been back for a few weeks, but Riddler had escaped Arkham shortly after he'd returned, thus pushing back their session until tonight.

During Phantom's questions, Bruce couldn't help but think back to their first meeting, and Damian's fit after they'd arrived home. It had taken three separate blood tests, run by three different family members, each confirming that Damian was definitely Bruce's biological son, to calm the fifteen year old down. He may not subscribe to his grandfather's rhetoric anymore, that bloodlines were everything, but his pride at being Bruce's biological son was an integral part of who he was. That pride had been challenged when Phantom had first called Robin a changeling. Even the League of Assassins taught the myths and legends of fairies who stole human children and left a changeling in their place, after all.

"Alright, Batman, I'm happy to announce that my guess about you and Robin were correct, you're a major deity, Gotham's guardian trickster deity of darkness, to be precise," Phantom said, drawing Bruce out of his thoughts. He wanted to question the trickster part, but then he realized that he had actively encouraged his children to lean into the myths and legends that had sprung up surrounding their vigilante personas, and had to concede the point. "I'm sure you can extrapolate what your domains are, so I won't bother explaining those, but essentially, the entirety of Gotham City is your territory, and as the head of your clan, as well as the Gotham pantheon, you're intrinsically tied to the spiritual wellbeing of the inhabitants of your city. I can give you more details later, but it's important for you to know that as a major deity as well as both the head of a clan and the head of a major city's personal pantheon, your powers and abilities will only continue to grow. We'll have to carefully plan your training to account for that, but speaking from experience, it's certainly doable!" Speaking from experience? That peaked Bruce's curiosity. He would definitely be asking for more information on this whole "clan head and head of the Gotham pantheon" thing, though, perhaps he would see if there were any books or online resources he could scour through.

Phantom turned to look at Damian next, and Bruce turned his thoughts away from his many questions (and his insecurities, he struggled with being a father half the time, how was he supposed to be the head of a clan and the head of a pantheon as well?) to focus on what Phantom revealed about his son.

"Robin, you're a changeling, a member of the fae courts and one of the most prolific tricksters outside of kitsune and trickster deities themselves. You can shift your physical looks to appear however to so desire, though your core can't change forms all that easily, that means no nonhumanoids without extensive and highly specialized training. As a member of the fae—" Bruce, sensing his son's distress growing, and feeling extremely confused himself, interrupted at that point.

"How is Robin a changeling? I know who both of his parents are, I know without a shadow of a doubt he is biologically their son, and that neither of his parents are changelings or even of the fae, either," Bruce rumbled, a hint of his "interrogation" growl (so named thanks to Dick) entering his voice due to his confusion.

Phantom tilted his head in contemplation. "How sure are you that his parents aren't fae?" he asked.

"He's my son," Bruce responded.

Phantom blinked at him with wide eyes for a few moments before letting out a soft, "Huh." His face scrunched up in confusion after that. "But wait. That doesn't make any sense. You're definitely a major deity, he's definitely only a changeling, and as far as I can remember, both of those species breed true, they're both dominant traits. You—he—that shouldn't be possible. Robin should be both if he's biologically your son, and he isn't, what the—?" He was cut off by a sudden flash the same color as his eyes as something appeared on the cover of his notebook. It appeared to Bruce, from the angle he was at, to be a bright green post-it note with big purple letters on it. Phantom was staring at it in a combination of frustration, resignation, and incredulity. "What does he mean, "The Power of Belief"? Can't Clockwork be just the slightest bit less cryptic?" Phantom asked with a sigh. He ran a hand down his face before looking back up from the post-it note. "I'm sorry, my mentor likes to mess with me while still being helpful. It'll take some research, but apparently the power of belief has something to do with how you and your son can be two different species. If I could, I'd go pout at him until he gave me a clearer answer, but that's not currently an option, I'm afraid. We're on our own on figuring this out, but hey, at least we have a starting point, right?"

Bruce glanced over at Damian. It always startled him how tall his son was already, and he didn't look to be slowing down anytime soon. The non-answer didn't sit well with him, and he knew it didn't sit well with his son, either, but Phantom was right about one thing. At least they had a starting point. They'd figure out how Bruce and Damian were two separate species, and they'd figure out how they all became members of the supernatural in the first place, but until then, they had work to do. They had new powers and abilities to learn how to use.

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Hi hi! Thank you to everyone who participated in my Sam poll, it really helped a lot (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) I'm considering writing another cryptid Batfam fic where Sam is a vampire/bat shifter, because I really like that idea, too, but I'm pretty happy with how this turned out!

Sam's POV is yet another first for me, and I'm pretty sure it's at least slightly OOC, but there're a number of factors at play that I think at least lessen how badly OOC she is. First, she's sixteen here, not fourteen, so she's had a little more time to mature and settle into who she is. Second, she's no longer human, herself, and she's had longer to adapt to that change than the Bats have, which has changed her perspective some. Third, she's suffering from a vitamin and mineral deficiency and isn't functioning at her best. And forth, she's still recovering from suddenly having to flee her home, that crap is traumatic as hell. If she's OOC, it's for a good reason imo 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠ʖ̯⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ

I hope the interactions between characters were entertaining and believable! Also, if anyone is interested, I have a list of everyone's ages as of the beginning of the series that I can include in the next chapter (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠) I worked very hard on it (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

Have a good morning/day/night!

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Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 3: New Friends

“Wakey wakey, sunshine.”

The guard from earlier pounds on the door and rustles me awake from a restless sleep. All night I've been fighting invisible demons. They're not real but that doesn't mean the toxin leaves no impression. I don’t know how long I’ve been unconscious and no clue at all to what time it is.

“First you shower. Then breakfast. Then group therapy.”

“Can I at least talk to a lawyer?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.

“Afraid not, princess.”

“It’s Prentiss,” I snarl sharply.

“Whatever. Get up before I drag you outta that bed myself.”

I do as I’m told and walk ahead into the hallway in the direction of the shower room-

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” The guard asks.

“I’m going to the shower room,” I reply simply.

After getting a closer look I see the guy’s name tag reads “Baxton.” He gives me a funny expression.

“How do you-?”

“Arkham’s blueprints are available to any other mental facility,” I remark as I continue, my shoes squeaking against the clean tiles. “My position in Metropolis encouraged me to study significant documents so I memorized Arkham’s basic files. The shower room is down the hall to the right and then twenty paces north.”

“B- But I can’t-” Baxton sputters.

“I’m not allowed anywhere without supervision,” I finish for him. “I’m well aware of the rules. I promise not to cause a fuss until my patience is worn out.”

“How long-?”

“You’ll just have to wait and find out.” I shrug and slam the shower room door shut, locking me in with Lord-knows how many other maniacs. All I have left to defend myself with is my wits. I take a look around the room and see only a few other female inmates. They’re quiet… for now.

I do quick work to bathe and refresh myself, dressing in clean clothes laid out on the counter. I go back to the door to find Baxton waiting with an irked look.

“The cafeteria is thirty paces north. No need to show the way,” I say nonchalantly and strut down the hall. Every once in a while an inmate catcalls me or shouts for me to talk to him but every one of their shrill cries rolls off like rainwater. I’ve dealt with numerous lunatics. What’s a few more?

The cafeteria looks similar to the one in Metropolis except that this one has one important difference: there’s bars between the inmates and the kitchen staff. 

“This is where I leave ya, princess,” Baxton says and walks away, twirling his baton.

I cringe. “It’s Prentiss.”

“You’ll get used to it,” a woman’s voice says.

The voice’s source is a lone inmate sitting at a corner table with a potted plant. At first I have to do a double-take to make sure I’m not seeing things. But it’s confirmed. This woman is green. Literally green. She’s woven multiple different plants into her prison uniform and even into her red hair. And her skin. Her skin is green. Is she feeling sick?

“Before you ask, no, I’m not seasick. It’s the plant and animal-based toxins into my bloodstream.” The woman holds out a hand and I shake cautiously. “Dr. Pamela Isley. Well, not doctor anymore. I lost that when I was admitted here.”

“How did you qualify for Arkham?” I ask carefully, not wanting to sound rude. “You seem level-headed.”

The woman chuckles. “You’re not too bad yourself. I’m here because my last scheme was ‘overly inhumane,’ if you call wanting to fill Gotham City Hall with venus fly traps inhumane.”

“Um, that’s not exactly a reasonable plan. What do you think is the problem from your perspective?”

Isley’s eyes flash. “That sounds like therapy talk. Did Quinzel send you in?”

Her sudden hostility makes me go stiff. “No, not at all. I am- was a psychiatrist, but now I’m locked up here because they couldn’t keep me quiet.”

Isley calms. “A whistleblower, huh? You’re right. They would lock someone up for something like that. Sit down, sit down!” She waves me over and I join her at the wobbling table. 

I notice her lack of a food tray. “Aren’t you going to eat?” 

Isley snorts. “The food here is far from being considered edible. I get most of my energy from the sun lamps and my babies provide me with all the nutrients I need.”

Her babies? Don’t question it, Calico. Just go with it.

“You mentioned someone named Quinzel. That wouldn’t happen to be Harleen Quinzel, would it? I met her at a convention in Central City.”

Isley nods. “She’s one of the youngest doctors here. Just started last year. You’ll meet her later. Has Crane come to see you yet?”

The name is a slap in the face that refreshes my memory of last night’s events. So far there haven’t been any more hallucinations, leading me to believe the toxin has left my system.

“He did last night. Mask and all.”

“Ah yes, the mask.” Isley rolls her eyes. “Did he try to get you to say your worst fear?”

“If you don’t mind I’d rather not talk about it. I know my fear and don’t want to reminisce over it. I’ve been doing that for the past year.” I look up to face Isley directly. “Have you been dosed yet?”

She snickers and lazily waves it off. “Honey no poison or toxin works on me. Crane doesn’t even bother to test it on me anymore. You’re saying it didn’t work much on you either? That would explain why he’s been in a sour mood all morning.”

Scree! Scree!

An alarm flashes throughout the room and the guards start gathering everyone up.

“Chow time is over, people! Get back to your cells! The rest of you get to group therapy!”

Already? Time must pass differently when you’re in prison. Isley gets up and starts walking to the back door.

“You’re probably in group therapy with me.”

“I don’t need therapy. I need a lawyer.”

She shakes her head slowly. “Ah, I get it. You think you don’t belong in here either. Well here’s the bad news: nobody cares. All anyone cares about is that they get paid and we stay quiet.”

It’s worse than I thought. It’s one thing for wealthy officials to be corrupted but it’s deeper than that. If anything, each and every person in Gotham is under someone else’s thumb.

“Do we go see Crane now?” I ask Isley. “Does he conduct group therapy?”

“Heavens, no. Crane only does personal consultations with patients he finds interesting. He’s sulking in his office right now.”

Baxton has returned. He ushers Isley and me to the door. I follow her down a drafty narrow passage into a small room with fluorescent lights. A circle of chairs has been arranged in front of a whiteboard. We’re not the first ones here. A man wearing glasses is muttering to himself and when he sees me his eyes go wide with delight.

“A new face! Perfect! Riddle me this: I have billions of eyes, yet I live in darkness. I have millions of ears, yet only four lobes. I have no muscle, yet I rule two hemispheres. What am I?”

“Can it, Nigma,” Isley pushes him. “You don’t need to freak the newbie out on the first day with your childish-”

“The human brain.”

Both Isley and the riddle man look at me with open-jawed surprise. Before they can respond the door opens and an older woman wearing a white lab coat enters. Her bob cut and soft eyes allow me to relax a tad. This is my chance to talk my way out!

“Good morning everyone. Allow me to introduce myself to our newest arrival. I’m Dr. Joan Leland. What’s your name?”

This is it.

“I’m Dr. Calico Prentiss, from Hell’s Gate Psychiatric Institution in Metropolis. Please ma’am, you have to let me speak to a lawyer. There is no proof of me ever having poor mental health.”

Dr. Leland sits back with an attentive expression but makes no move to approve my request.

“Thank you for sharing, Calico. Would anyone else like to introduce themselves?”

“B- But what about-?”

“Nobody cares, Callie,” Isley reminds me. “She’ll just sit here with a cheap smile plastered on her face until the hour’s over.”

The riddle man laughs. “I am unpredictable, but you still rely on me. My installments give you the experience of life for free. I offer no refunds, returns, or exchanges. What am I?”

I roll my eyes. “It’s time. Can we get back to the subject?”

But we don’t. Instead Leland makes us write down our regrets. I do what’s expected and write the usual BS- I wish I was more social, I wish I accomplished more goals, blah blah blah. The whole time Isley keeps stroking the potted plant in her lap and the riddle guy keeps asking me questions. At the end of the session Leland has us all play Minecraft, a game that’s incredibly overrated and gives me a splitting headache.

“How are video games group therapy?” I ask, frustrated after getting stuck underground.

“It shows how you can handle anger.”

Definitely a new therapeutic technique. The surprisingly tense game goes on for another ten minutes until Leland ends the session. Once she’s gone Isley pats me on the back.

“Not bad for your first day.”

“Why aren’t there more inmates in the group?” I ask.

“Croc’s in solitary and Tetch is in the hospital wing for food poisoning,” the man with the glasses informs me.

Ivy clears her throat. “Now it’s time for proper introductions, since you’ve earned my trust. My friends call me Poison Ivy.”

Poison Ivy. That’s why she looks familiar. The green skin, the plants, everything. About a year ago there was a news story about a botanist who surrounded the Gotham waste facility with thorns and vines. I should count my blessings. Out of all the Gotham criminals I could run into, Ivy seems like a potential ally.

“My name is Nigma, Edward Nigma,” the riddle man gives my hand a shake. 

“Calls himself the Riddler,” Ivy explains. “For obvious reasons.”

“What belongs to you, but others will use it?”

“Nigma, really?” Ivy drones.

“It’s your name,” I reply in an even voice. 

Nigma’s smile widens. “Exactly! Bravo, princess!”

Another cringe jerks through my body and I flash a warning look. “It’s Prentiss.”

The man gets an ‘a-ha’ moment. “Ah, I see. The use of pet names must trigger unpleasant memories for you. Perhaps abuse? Rape? Neglectful childhood-? Christ!”

Nigma’s guessing is cut off when my fist collides with his nose. I’m almost as surprised as Ivy. Why am I letting this man’s taunting curiosity get to me? I’ve dealt with tougher jabs than this. Crane’s toxin must have taken a bigger toll than I thought.

Nigma holds his nose and patches it up while Ivy can’t stop smiling.

“You had it coming, Nigma.” Ivy shrugs. “She just has the guts to do what we’ve been wanting to do since day 1.”

Nigma rolls his eyes. “It’s not my fault life’s full of questions, Ms. Isley. Apologies, Calico.” He blots the blood off his jumpsuit. “At least this new Batman character seems like a worthy opponent. I shall concoct a glorious cornucopia of riddles for when I escape.”

Batman? What’s he talking about? What kind of lunatic…?

“When?” Ivy interrupts my train of thought. “Don’t you mean if?”

“I know what I said, Isley. It’s only a matter of time.”

She huffs. “No chance you’ll let us in on your little crime spree?”

Nigma doesn’t answer right away. He seems to be deep in thought and after a while he jumps up to scribble something on a scrap piece of paper with a small pen. We’re not allowed utensils so he must have smuggled it in.

“What say you, Prentiss? Ready to get out?”

Don’t hold a grudge, Calico. Remember you’re in a mental asylum. Edward’s just being nice, in his own weird way.

“To quote from Ivy, I’ve been ready since day 1. But I have more personal and sane means of escape.” I stand up and walk back to lean against the wall, my eyes glaring through Nigma’s skull. “Watch your back, Nigma. Pry into my psychosis again and I’ll make your life a living nightmare.”

“Isn’t that Crane’s job?”

I shrug casually. “Who’s to say a few doses of fear toxin won’t go missing and end up in your cologne bottle?”

“While I do appreciate the motive,” the professor of fear himself walks into the room and I feel my heart rate double. “And am honored that you would use my toxin for revenge, I must require that you ask for it nicely, Ms. Prentiss.”

Crane and I lock in a cold stare that goes uninterrupted until Nigma claps his hands with fake enthusiasm.

“Oh, look. Dr. Lunatic is back.”

Crane sighs and looks down at Nigma with annoyment. Clearly a silent battle of brains is brewing between the two. Ivy seems to know it as well.

“Admit it, John. You’re just as sick as the rest of us.”

The lanky doctor pinches the bridge of his nose and goes on to look through the clipboard he’s carrying. “Correction, I use my own unique genius to my advantage instead of creating mindless riddles.”

Edward puts a hand to his heart. “Ouch. What’s got you riled up, sack-head?”

“Have you seen the news?” Crane sees my confused expression and gets a wicked smirk. “Oh, right. No outside sources. Well, there’s a new face in Gotham. A masked vigilante the reporters are calling Batman.”

I set my jaw straight. He can belittle me with my outdated information all he wants. “Another mask? Sounds like your type.”

My comment flies over his head. Ivy and Nigma both share the same muffled chuckle. I’m beginning to take a liking to these inmates. Yes their ideas are insane to say the least but their laid-back take on life in Arkham makes up for it.

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Pamela Burns (b 1938) is a British painter.

Burns was born in London and now lives in Pembrokeshire. She studied at the Royal Academy Schools until 1963 and later taught at St Martins and Chelsea College of Art, London.

The technique Burns uses is engrossing and it is hard not to wonder at how these paintings are made. The marks, as if enchased, in their repeated lines, have an almost hallucinogenic quality - one is fixated by their minute scale. Some have been painstakingly created in reverse, with the background colour revealing the contrasting lines. It is a technique with its own mystery, delicately matching the mysteries of her compositions.

Burns paintings from the 1970s and '80s were inspired by the neolithic landscapes of the South West and the deep-rutted fields that lie in the shadows of the Malvern Hills, drenched in the warm greys, endlessly variant greens and deep browns of England's mud-bound cores. In particular, she looked to Maiden Castle, Dorset, and Cherhill in Wiltshire, both sites where the chalky soil had slipped to form narrow parallel ridges along the contours of the landscape.

https://www.jennaburlingham.com/.../197-pamela.../biography/

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July is Disability Pride month, and that means it's time for a bigger, better, updated Disability Pride reading list!

A Disability History of the United States, by Kim E. Nielsen

Being Heumann: An Unrepentant Memoir of a Disability Rights Activist, by Judith Heumann

About Us: Essays from the Disability Series of the New York Times, Peter Catapano and Rosemarie Garland-Thomson, editors

Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice, by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Demystifying Disability: What to Know, What to Say, and how to Be an Ally, by Emily Ladau

Disability as Diversity: Developing Cultural Competence, by Erin E. Andrews. Companion case study volume here.

Exile & Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation, by Eli Clare

The Minority Body: A Theory of Disability, by Elizabeth Barnes

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[diiisplxced-a]

TEST MUSES

THE 100

Bellamy Blake (Bob Morley)

Clarke Griffin (Eliza Taylor)

Jasper Jordan (Devon Bostick)

John Murphy (Richard Harmon)

Lexa (Alycia Debnam-Carey)

Monty Green (Christopher Larkin)

Octavia Blake (Marie Avgeropoulos)

Raven Reyes (Lindsey Morgan)

THE COVENANT

Tyler Simms (Chace Crawford)

DC

Arthur Fleck || Joker (Joaquin Phoenix)

Barbara Gordon || Batgirl

Cassandra Cain || Batgirl

Freddy Freeman

Joker (Miyavi)

Pamela Isley || Poison Ivy (Jessica Chastain)

GREEK MYTHOLOGY

Aphrodite (Nyané Lebajoa)

Apollo

Dionysus (Cody Fern)

Hermes (Alex Pettyfer)

Icarus (Alessandro  Bedetti)

Persephone (Gugu Mbatha Raw)

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Eleanor "Nell" Crain (Victoria Pedretti)

Luke Crain (Oliver Jackson-Cohen)

Steven Crain

Theodora Crain (Kate Siegel)

IT

Avery Hockstetter (Paul Dano / Felix Mallard)

Beverly Marsh (Bryce Dallas Howard)

Bill Denbrough (James McAvoy)

Greta Keene (Renee Rapp)

Henry Bowers (Nicholas Hamilton)

Mike Hanlon (Isaiah Mustafa)

Stanley Uris (Andy Bean)

LUCIFER

Ella Lopez (Aimee Garcia)

Lucifer (Tom Ellis)

Mazikeen (Leslie Ann Brandt)

Trixie Espinosa (Scarlett Esteves)

MARVEL

Darcy Lewis (Kat Dennings)

Johnny Storm (Michael B Jordan)

THE OUTSIDERS

Ponyboy Curtis (Jake T Austin)

THE PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

Jack Sparrow (Luke Arnold)

THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES (has not seen the show)

Lestat de Lioncourt (Cody Fern)

Louis de Pointe du Lac (Freddy Carter)

[pyxy-styx]

4, 6, 13, 27, 31

B, D, F for the oc asks

I'm just answering these with the Sable Family because they're in my brain right now 💃🕺(Pamela is the grandma, Gwen and Sam are the parents, and Jackson, Charlie, and Alex are the kids)

QUESTIONS 'BOUT CHARACTERS

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

For Alex, it's pretty easy. So long as you don't immediately do something that raises an alarm in her head, she'll trust you.

Charlie is much more suspicious. They will question everything you do until you've been around long enough that they get used to you. They never fully trust anyone other than their siblings though.

Jackson is right in-between the twins. He's friendly but won't tell you specifics about anything until he gets to know you better.

Sam and Gwen are both fairly trusting people, but they will be keeping an eye on you.

Pamela trusts no one but family. Sorry bro.

6. Do they consider laws flexible or immovable?

They all consider laws flexible no matter the universe.

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Alex would say black just cause it's the easiest to match, but she looks wonderful in soft greens.

Charlie would say basically any shade of blue, and they are absolutely correct because they have spent so much time playing with colors.

Jackson would say light pink, and he's right because Charlie helped pick out colors that would suit them.

Sam would say looks best in darker greens, but teal suits him more.

Gwen would say pink, but she looks much better in yellows.

Pamela would probably say light purple and she is correct.

27. What causes them to feel dread?

Alex - silence

Charlie - being alone

Jackson - the dark

Sam - being alone

Gwen - small spaces

Pamela - silence

31. Who are they most glad to have met?

Alex - Eve (her girlfriend)

Charlie - No one, Charlie hates meeting new people

Jackson - this seems along the same vein as picking favorites, which he is very against (currently unnamed best friend)

Sam - Gwen

Gwen - Sam

Pamela - her husband

QUESTIONS FOR ME

B) what inspired you to create them?

I was bored

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Alex has gone through so many changes lmao. She used to be a shape shifter because I couldn't pick just one look for her, and even now, her hair is still slightly different every time I draw her or make her in something.

Charlie's changed quite a bit too, but now their look is fairly consistent. So long as they've got freckles and short brown hair, we're good.

Jackson has stayed basically the same since he was created. The only difference is that his hair is light pink instead of brown.

Idefk about Sam dude, I don't think he ever really had a look when I first made him. He was just kinda some dude in my brain, y'know?

For Gwen, basically the same as Sam. She was just kinda some lady in my head. She's changed a couple times since I started actually figuring her out though.

Pamela is the only one who stayed exactly the same lol.

F) What do you feel when you think about your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

Overall?? Sad but happy. Their story is a sad, but hopeful one.

Alex - Pride. That's my baby girl. She's been through hell, and I'm so happy she makes it through it all (said like I'm not the one writing it lol)

Charlie - Sad. Charlie makes me sad. For so many reasons.

Jackson - Chill. They're just kinda there for the most part, but he does have epic moments.

Sam - Excited. His character has gotten so many upgrades from how he used to he and I love writing his dynamics with his kids now.

Gwen - Depressed. Not elaborating. That's spoilers.

Pamela - Calm. We love our kind grandma with a mysterious past.

[theteej]

Easter is not my favourite holiday.

Easter is not my favourite holiday. Honestly, it’s never been one with treasured childhood memories. Rather, it was always the celebration most in tune with obligation, with suffering, with disappointment. Perhaps I should go back to the beginning.

 My paternal grandparents, Gentry Howard Tallie and Johnnie B. Tallie, were both born in Texas at the height of the Jim Crow era. They moved to Los Angeles as a young married couple with a one year old daughter, Pamela, in tow. I’ve never been led to believe that either of them were particularly devout, although both were certainly affiliated with Black Baptist spirituality in Texas. By the time I was born Johnnie B had been dead for a year and a half and Gentry, a towering man at nearly 6’5 with a booming voice and million watt smile to match, wasn’t a regular church goer. Neither were his children. Formal religious services occurred once a year, at the Easter sunrise service held at the Green Hills cemetery. Johnnie B was buried in half of the Tallie family plot, her presence resembling a half-filled parenthesis , a thought waiting to be completed by Gentry. It was as if the Tallie family saved all their formal interaction with the divine for that one moment, every spring morning, when the sun rose from the refineries and tangled machinery of Long Beach, the golden orb illuminating every piece of the harbor, from the oil tankers to the suspension bridges that covered our corner of the Pacific. Every year after Johnnie B’s burial in 1982, the Tallie clan in California made the pilgrimage to that immense acreage of rolling green lawns and scuffed headstones. Every year they’d join the throng of people, speaking English, Spanish, Khmer, Samoan, and a host of other tongues, sipping cheap coffee and watching the rising sun. Such was the Easter world that I was born into, one of loss and obligation.

 While my mother was a practicing Christian, and by the time I’d entered elementary school, my whole maternal branch of the family was attending a Japanese-American Baptist Church in Gardena, I knew that every Easter involved a mandatory trip to the field of the dead, to the rising sun, and to a performance for a woman I’d never met. My parents had by then divorced, and so my father had the task of picking me up and taking me the two miles to the graveside service, a task that he spectacularly failed to do every year. My father, Tyrone Sr, had been routinely violent throughout my parents’ marriage and my young life, and my mother and I knew that under no uncertain terms could we afford to be late on the off chance my wayward father chose that year to be the one he finally showed up on time to pick me up. Without fail, every year, we would rise at 4 am, get ready, change a grumpy child into the least pleasant formal clothing possible, and then huddle and wait, anxiously looking out the window as the dark night of the sky began to lighten, invariably into a sunrise and proof of my father’s inability to keep his promises. Some years we’d stand on the steps in front of our house, afraid we might miss him somehow and be treated to a show of yelling and abuse before we celebrated the resurrection of the Saviour. When my father inevitably showed up twenty or thirty minutes late, he would grab me and speed off from my mother, cursing under his breath as if somehow his failure to discipline time was my fault. I would push my nose against the car’s window, watching a waving maternal figure shrink into the distance of the cool spring morning. We then, without fail, would park and run up the steep, slippery grass of the cemetery and then awkwardly scan the hundreds of seats at the service to see my family, who’d always dutifully saved us seats. The service, in progress, would slowly swell into familiar preaching, warm carols, and then the inevitable releasing of doves across a pink streaked dawn sky, symbolizing Christ’s peace and the whole truth of the Resurrection. Once, in 1993, my father slapped me in the face in the car for his being late. Then the doves crapped on me at the end of the service. I never enjoyed Easter.

 What I did enjoy was my seeing my family. Easter meant dawn vigils for the faith and an awkward gathering around the grave of a woman I’d never met, but it also involved eating at one of the greatest relics to mid-century cuisine in the South Bay, the kitschy Parasol restaurant in Torrance, California. My cousins Shamika and Antwann (four and three years older than me, respectively) would laugh and tease each other, and make horrific combinations of lemon, salt, and cream in the water glasses. Then we’d return to my grandfather’s house and hunt for eggs in his scrabbly backyard, searching from the lemon and avocado trees, to the broken down van parked behind the house for the dyed orbs. I invariably lost. I was not good at this game, and as an only child, had no practice in beating out siblings with years of practice at outsmarting each other. I loved it anyway, even if it was the first of many times my family would deride me for my lack of any athletic prowess.

For me Easter was a constant exercise in mandatory observance. It was something we did, something we’d always done, and something unquestioned. When I turned sixteen I insisted on getting my driver’s license on my birthday, four days from Easter, so I could drive myself to the service and not wait for my father for the first time. To my intense irritation, the rest of the family didn’t feel well that year and decided not to attend—or tell me. I sat through the service, alone, in silence, surrounded by hundreds of people (and family friends from over the years), and for once, focused on the service. I listened to the hymns, I sang with the people around me, I watched the sun rise with hope in the midst of everything so clearly broken, I ducked when the shitting Jesus Pigeons flew overhead. I enjoyed it, for once. Then I met my family at a local coffee shop. Apparently, everyone felt well enough for pancakes, without the vigil and reminders of departed family.

 I drove to those holiday get togethers every year that I still lived in California. Park in the darkness. Wander up grassy slopes. Find family. Sit on blankets. Hear about deity after death. Watch the sun break like an egg yolk over the darkened sky. Visit the open parenthesis. Eat with those who share most of your genetic material. Repeat. I stopped going in 2009 as I was in graduate school in Illinois, but I was back two years later, around Easter, for a conference. Unexpectedly, I was also home to see my grandfather fall ill for the last time and to bury him. One last time the family went up the grassy slopes, this time to see the parentheses close. I said goodbye to the one paternal grandparent I knew and nodded a hello to the one I’d never met, and then went with everyone down for breakfast at a Coco’s coffee shop, the Parasol having long been torn down.

 I don’t have particularly fond memories of this Paschal Day in my life.  So many people see it as a time of renewal or overwhelming joy; I just can’t get into the emotional pastels that folk feel. I haven’t spoken to my father in years, but he occasionally sends me a Happy Easter text right on schedule, conveniently misremembering the sadness and fear that he pushed on me all those years. It will go unanswered as always. I am back home visiting less than five miles from that cemetery, but my ambivalence to the holiday will remain.  I’m glad that I have faith in something bigger than me, and a hope for fighting so much enormous injustice in a broken world. I am grateful that I believe in something bigger than death and despair. But every Easter I return to the complex ambivalences I held as a child, of family, of laughter, of obligation, and the incongruous rising of something new in a darkened sky while surrounded by tombs. At least this year, I’ll avoid the doves.

[abwwia]

Alice Guy Blaché, 1873 - 1968 - Cinema Pioneer

Alice Ida Antoinette Guy-Blaché was a French #pioneerfilmmaker, active from the late 19th century, and one of the first to make a narrative fiction film.

She was the #firstwoman to direct a film.

From 1896 to 1906, she was probably the only #femalefilmmaker in the world. She experimented with Gaumont's Chronophone sync-sound system, and with color-tinting, interracial casting, and special effects.

She was artistic director and a co-founder of Solax Studios in Flushing, New York. In 1912, Solax invested $100,000 for a new studio in Fort Lee, New Jersey, the center of American filmmaking prior to the establishment of Hollywood.

That year, she made the film A Fool and His Money, probably the first to have an all-African-American cast.

The film is now at the National Center for Film and Video Preservation at the American Film Institute. Via Wikipedia

Born: Alice Ida Antoinette Guy, July 1, 1873, Saint-Mandé, Val-de-Marne, France

Died: March 24, 1968, Wayne, New Jersey, U.S

History’s First Female Filmmaker Has Been Rescued From Obscurity Thanks to an Enlightening New Jodie Foster-Narrated Documentary

Alice Guy-Blaché, the director of nearly 1,000 early films, created what may be the world's first narrative movie. By Sarah Cascone, August 20, 2019

Photo: Alice Guy-Blaché, La Fée aux choux (The Cabbage Fairy)(1900/1896), for Gaumont. Photo courtesy of Musée Gaumont, Paris.

Source: https://news.artnet.com/art-world/alice-guy-blache-pioneering-female-filmmaker-1629004

Watch also:

Be Natural: The Untold Story of Alice Guy-Blaché, directed by Pamela B. Green

https://benaturalthemovie.com/

#BeNatural #GuyBlaché #AliceGuyBlaché #pioneer #femalepioneer #PamelaBGreen #CinemaPioneer

#AliceGuyBlache

#FirstFemaleFilmmaker #JodieFoster #Documentary #herstory #artherstory #retrocinema #OldHollywood #historyofcinema

[alexesguerra]

Prosperity Mantras: Modern Affirmations for Abundance Prosperity Mantras: Modern Affirmations for Abundance Contributor(s): Taylor, Destiny (Author) , Willett, Cat (Illustrator) Publisher: RP Studio ISBN: 0762485795 Physical Info: 1.5" H x 5.1" L x 3.4" W (0.65 lbs) 96 pages Destiny Taylor, also known as The Mama Green, is the author and co-creator of Prosperity Mantras as well as Golden Mantras. Nine-to-five, she's a social media strategist who has worked for influential brands like Hulu, Viacom CBS, Fenty Beauty, and Lululemon. Five-to-nine, and on weekends, she embraces a holistic lifestyle, guiding others in yoga, sound, and meditation, showing how to build prosperity from within. She lives in Los Angeles. Cat Willett is a Brooklyn-based illustrator; her work celebrates women and aims to uplift and inspire others through bold, vibrant imagery. She is the author of The Queen of Wands: The Story of Pamela Colman Smith: The Artist Behind the Rider-Waite Tarot Deck (Running Press, September 2022 and a French edition, La Reine de Bâtons, Le Lotus & l'èlèphant, 2024), Women of Tarot, An Illustrated History of Divinators, Cards Readers and Mystics (Running Press, June 2024), and the forthcoming book Unconditional, Women and the Animals They Love (Princeton Architectural Press, 2026). Cat is also the illustrator of Golden Mantras and Prosperity Mantras by Destiny Taylor and Cat Willett (Running Press, 2023). An accessible, inspiring tool for attracting abundance into your life, featuring 52 affirmations paired with vibrantly illustrated archetypes inspired by real women and femmes and their chosen paths to prosperity. Rich in spirit, rich in love, rich in community, rich in fortune. This 52-card deck and guidebook set was designed to assist you in creating the prosperous life of your dreams. Focused on career development, financial expansion, community building, and personal well-being, it inspires each of us to be bold and resourceful as we forge our paths and define what abundance means to us. Aspirational icons: Each card highlights an archetype inspired by real women and femmes on their chosen paths to prosperity. Based on the real-life roles of the women who inspired them, the archetypes include The Programmer, The Archeologist, The Historian, The Loctician, The Florist, The CEO, and more! Illustrated affirmations: Each card features a gorgeous illustration paired with an affirmation. Deluxe set: This set includes 52 full-color illustrated cards (3 x 5 inches), shrink wrapped and housed in a card box; a 96-page illustrated guidebook (3 x 5 inches); and a keepsake magnetic closure box (3-1/2 x 5-3/8 inches). Illustrated guidebook: The enclosed guidebook includes guidance on using the deck and interpreting the meanings of the cards and their mantras, as well as words of wisdom from the women and femmes who inspired the archetypes. Journal prompts: Each card's entry in the guidebook also includes a writing prompt for deeper reflection.

[niavirrivain]

"Well, if you lot adopt me, you'll have to adopt my sister too," Danny says.

"Obviously happening. Good children of an Evil Bat is 100% a situation B would want in on." Tim replies, since Danny has implied he knows about the Bat-Wayne situation - having of mentally noted to look into that.

"My clone too, I'm too young to be legally her dad even if we wind up agreeing that way, probably one of my friends since Pamela isn't up to adopting, and also, please set up my other friends' families - one's been working for one of Hood's charities and the other's supposedly working for his gang, though I suspect he and my friend are actually being called security for the charities - and maybe push enough money in the direction of my former nemesis and redeemed evil alternate self that my former nemesis stops overshadowing rouges and gang leaders to steal all of their stuff? He's more of an issue when he's got something that he feels needs doing, rather than just trying to buy the Green Bay Packers." Danny continues rapidly.

Quite rapidly - "O, did you get all of that? Especially the last bit - we might just be able to wrap up a number of our recent cases." Tim asks.

As Oracle affirms is when Dick arrives, proclaiming "Of course! B has plenty of money, and Gotham is Gotham.", coming in fast for a hug, which surprises Danny, disappointing Dick by going intangible.

*Danny and a Batfam member having a friendly chat at a cafe. They've known each other for a few months now*

Batfam member: "You know, you actually kinda look like B with a few minor differences. Prime adoption bait. Hope you're not another secret love child of his." *laughs*

Danny: *Starts sweating bullets because he is in fact, Bruce's kid but from a different dimension where instead of being a himbo billionaire, he's a himbo ghost hunter named Jack who almost killed him before he got here .* "Haha, you don't say?"

Batfam member: *Clocks in on sudden shift in mood* "Please tell me you're not."

Danny: "So do you want the short and funny story, or the long and sad one? Yes, there's a right answer."

Batfam member: *crying because they can never have a normal sibling*

Danny: Also, do you believe in ghosts?

Batfam member: *cries even more*

[ulkaralakbarova]

The eccentric new manager of a UHF television channel tries to save the station from financial ruin with an odd array of programming. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: George Newman: ‘Weird Al’ Yankovic R.J. Fletcher: Kevin McCarthy Stanley Spadowski: Michael Richards Bob: David Bowe Harvey Bilchik: Stanley Brock Philo: Anthony Geary Raul Hernandez: Trinidad Silva Kuni: Gedde Watanabe Noodles MacIntosh: Billy Barty Richard Fletcher: John Paragon Pamela Finklestein: Fran Drescher Esther Bilchik: Sue Ane Langdon Head Thug: David Proval Killer Thug: Grant James Teri: Victoria Jackson Joe Earley: Emo Philips Gandhi: Jay Levey Cameraman: Lou B. Washington Bum: Vance Colvig FCC Man: Nik Hagler Bartender: Robert K. Weiss Spatula Husband: Eldon G. Hallum Spatula Wife: Sherry Engstrom Spatula Neighbor: Sara Allen Sy Greenblum: Bob Hungerford Crazy Ernie: John Cadenhead Blind Man: Francis M. Carlson Earl Ramsey: Ivan Green Joel Miller: Adam Maras Billy: Travis Knight Little Weasel: Joseph Witt Teri’s Father: Tony Frank Teri’s Mother: Billie Lee Thrash Fletcher Cronie #1: Barry Friedman Fletcher Cronie #2: Kevin Roden Phyllis Weaver: Lisa R. Stefanic Big Edna: Nancy Johnson Betty: Debbie Mathieu Little Old Lady: Wilma Jeanne Cummins Animal Deliveyman: Cliff Stephens Band: Guitar: Jim West Band: Bass Guitar: Steve Jay Band: Drums: Jon Schwartz Band: Keyboards: Kim Bullard Whipped Cream Eater: Barry Hansen Thug #3: Bob Maras Thug #4: George Fisher Guide #1: Tony Salome Guide #2: Joe Restivo Yodeler: Charles Marsh Mud Wrestler: Belinda Bauer Satan: Patrick Thomas O’Brien Conan the Librarian: Roger Callard Timid Man: Robert Frank Boy with Books: Jeff Maynard Promo Announcer (voice): M.G. Kelly Promo Announcer (voice): Jay Gardner Promo Announcer (voice): John Harlan Promo Announcer (voice): Jim Rose Film Crew: Production Manager: Gray Frederickson Original Music Composer: John Du Prez Editor: Dennis M. O’Connor Producer: Gene Kirkwood Producer: John W. Hyde Writer: Jay Levey Director of Photography: David Lewis Production Design: Ward Preston Set Decoration: Robert L. Zilliox Costume Design: Tom McKinley Makeup Effects: Allan A. Apone Special Effects Makeup Artist: Douglas J. White Sound Recordist: Ara Ashjian Sound Editor: Christopher Assells Sound Editor: Charles R. Beith Jr. Sound Recordist: Gregory Cheever Sound Editor: Clayton Collins Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Andy D’Addario Sound Editor: Dino DiMuro Sound Editor: G. Michael Graham Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Jeffrey J. Haboush Sound Mixer: Bo Harwood Sound Editor: Dan Hegeman Sound Editor: A. David Marshall Sound Editor: Diane Marshall Supervising Sound Editor: Dave McMoyler Sound Recordist: Art Schiro Sound Editor: Scott A. Tinsley Visual Effects Producer: John Coats Visual Effects Supervisor: William Mesa Visual Effects Art Director: Richard Kilroy Visual Effects Art Director: Ron Yates Post Production Supervisor: Susan Zwerman Production Supervisor: Bill Carroll Stunt Coordinator: George Fisher Stunts: Bob Maras Stunts: Brent Stice Stunts: T. Alan Kelly Stunts: J. Granville Moulder Stunts: Michael Steven Howl Stunts: Richard Drown Executive In Charge Of Production: Kate Morris Associate Producer: Becki Cross Trujillo Associate Producer: Joe M. Aguilar First Assistant Director: John R. Woodward Second Assistant Director: Benita Allen Casting Assistant: Gregory Raich Casting Assistant: Sandi Black Local Casting: Barbara Brinkley Henry Local Casting: Laurey Lummus Key Hair Stylist: Lynne K. Eagan Makeup & Hair: Roseanne McIlvane Wardrobe Supervisor: Ainslee Colt de Wolf Wardrobe Assistant: Phil O’Nan Boom Operator: Joel Racheff First Assistant Camera: Ed Giovanni Second Assistant Camera: Tiffanie Winton Second Assistant Camera: Brett Reynolds Second Assistant Camera: Cindi Pusheck Production Coordinator: Bonnie Macker Script Supervisor: Carol Stewart Second Second Assistant Director: Lorene M. Duran Third Assistant Director: Pam Whorton Additional Editing: Steve Polivka Assistant Editor: Lewis Schoenbrun Supervising ADR Editor: Karla Caldwell Music Supervisor:...

[absoluteroses]

MUSES.

original.

PAMELA HOWARD. the only one who cares. fandomless/1980s. secondary. bio / tag.

BRIAR DESROSERS. the assassin. fandomless/victorian era. request. bio / tag.

ELLEN MARIE TRUMAN. the sunshine. fandomless/1950s. primary. bio / tag.

ELSIE DAY. the actress. fandomless/1920s. secondary. bio / tag.

LAURA HOPE. the sheltered. sweeney todd. primary. bio / tag.

the great gatsby.

DAISY BUCHANAN. the green light. musical/headcanon based. testing. bio / tag.

MYRTLE WILSON. the whore. musical/headcanon based. testing. bio / tag.

a tale of two cities:

LUCIE MANETTE. the golden thread. headcanon based. testing. bio / tag.

west side story.

SORELLA RICCI. the ballerina. headcanon-based. primary. bio / tag.

TAT AGAPOV. the runner. headcanon-based. secondary. bio / tag.

KAREN HANSEN. the fighter. headcanon-based. primary. bio / tag.

RHONDA THOMPSON. the talker. headcanon-based. primary. bio / tag.

TESSIE JOHNSON. the youngest. headcanon-based. primary. bio / tag.

MAMIE O'REILLY. the replaceable. headcanon-based. secondary. bio / tag.

MAXIE KILMARTIN. the runaway. headcanon based. secondary. bio / tag.

MACK MASOTTI. the faithful. headcanon-based. secondary. bio / tag.

NATALIE MARCINEK. the eldest daughter. headcanon-based. secondary. bio / tag.

GUSSIE REITER. the b----. headcanon-based. secondary. bio / tag.

DOT SCHMIDT. the mechanic. headcanon-based. secondary. bio / tag.

SWEDEN LARSON. the stylist. headcanon-based. secondary. bio / tag.

GRAZIELLA BIANCHI. the dancer. headcanon-based. highly selective. bio / tag.

TONY WYSEK. the romeo. west side story. exclusive. bio / tag.

poetry.

BESS TOWNELEY. the landlord's daughter. the highwayman (poem). secondary. bio / tag.

the hunger games.

LIVIA CARDEW. the first lady. headcanon based. testing. bio / tag.

LUCY CORAL BARKER. the ophelia. based in thg universe. request. bio / tag.

[phantom-le6]

Ramble of the month March 2024: Phase 5 of the Batman Begins-Led DCEU

With April set aside for an autism-centric monthly ramble and February utilised for phase 5 of my 90’s-based alternate MCU, March takes on the role of show-casing phase 5 of my hypothetical Batman Begins-led DC film-verse.  As DC is more prone to content reboots than Marvel, this latest phase will actually ramp up to just such a reboot, with “phase 6” actually being phase 1 of a new DC film-verse.  Unlike the real DCEU, that reboot will be better planned, but first let’s re-cap the previous four phases.

Phase 1:

2005: Batman Begins

2006: Man of Steel

2007: Wonder Woman

2008: The Dark Knight, Green Lantern

2009: The Flash, Man of Steel 2

2010: Aquaman, Justice League

Phase 2:

2011: Wonder Woman 2, Green Lantern 2, Green Arrow

2012: Hawkman, Batman/Superman, Aquaman 2

2013: John Constantine, The Flash 2, Suicide Squad

2014: Justice League 2, Green Arrow 2, Batman: The Long Crusade

Phase 3:

2015: Shazam, Man of Steel 3, The Atom

2016: Wonder Woman 3, Batgirl, Teen Titans

2017: Green Lantern/Green Arrow, Shazam vs Black Adam, Suicide Squad 2

2018: Justice League: Darkseid Rising, Aquaman 3, Doom Patrol

Phase 4:

2019: Superman: Doomsday, New Gods, Teen Titans: The Judas Contract

2020: Suicide Squad: Arkham, Knightfall, Green Arrow 3

2021: Reign of the Supermen, Green Lantern: Twilight, Knightsend

2022: Justice League: Armageddon, Teen Titans 3, Justice Society

Phase 1, of course, acts as a means of establishing the DC Universe for film fans prior to forming the Justice League.  Phase 2 then builds on that foundation while also causing a schism within the Justice League by adapting the “Tower of Babel” story arc into Justice League 2.  Green Arrow 2 then proves Batman’s point about safeguarding against rogue heroes, which some films in phase 3 follow up on.  Phase 4 then focuses on the falls of many heroes, some of which stay down and some of which return.  However, as phase 4 ended, Hal Jordan was revealed to have gone rogue, which phase 5 will pick up from.  This is how the phase 5 slate would shape up overall.

Phase 5:

2023: Justice League: World’s Finest, Nightwing, The Killing Joke

2024: Supergirl, Birds of Prey, Flashpoint

Compared to past phases, phase 5 is only half the size, and while the opening film deals with the issue of Hal Jordan becoming Parallax, most of the other films are one-shots or sequels to tell some interesting stories ahead of the Flashpoint film.  So, let’s start by taking a look at these various phase 5 films.

Justice League: World’s Finest (2023) Directed by The Russo Brothers

Superman/Kal-El/Clark Kent = Brandon Routh

Bruce Wayne/Batman = Christian Bale

Diana/Wonder Woman = Kate Beckinsale

J'onn J'onzz/Martian Manhunter = Chiwetel Ejiofor

Arthur Curry/Aquaman = Chris Pine

Kyle Rayner/Green Lantern II = Taylor Lautner

Wallace "Wally" West/Flash II = Calum Worthy

Green Lantern/Hal Jordan/Parallax = Ben Affleck

John Stewart = Derek Luke

Guy Gardner = Damian Lewis

Fire/Beatriz Bonilla da Costa = Selena Gomez

Ice/Tora Olafsdotter = Kristine Froseth

Dinah Lance/Black Canary = Malin Akerman

John Henry Irons/Steel = Aldis Hodge

Kara Zor-El/Supergirl = Dakota Fanning

Connor Hawke/Green Arrow II = Levon Hawke

Lex Luthor = Kelsey Grammer

Mercy Graves = Scarlett Johannsen

Koriand'r/Starfire = Elle Fanning

Dusk = Ella Balinska

Blackfire/Komand'r = Virginia Gardner

Ferro/Andrew Nolan = Garrett Wareing

Mon-El/Lar Gand = Milo Manheim

Brainiac-5/Querl Dox = Karan Brar

Saturn Girl/Imra Ardeen = Dove Cameron

Lightning Lad/Garth Ranzz = Tye Sheridan

Cosmic Boy/Rokk Kirnn = Dylan Minnette

Starman/Thom Kallor = Ty Simpkins

Dream Girl/Nura Nal = Sabrina Carpenter

Karate Kid/Val Armorr = Aramis Knight

Sensor Girl/Projectra = Angourie Rice

Amanda Waller = Viola Davis

Floyd Lawton/Deadshot = Christian Slater

Jaina Hudson/White Rabbit = Hayley Kiyoko

Eve Eden/Nightshade = Debby Ryan

Dr Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy = April Bowlby

Dr Niles Caulder/The Chief = Pierce Brosnan

Clifford Steele/Robot Man = Johnny Whitworth

Larry Trainor/Negative Man = Alessandro Nivola

Rita Farr/Elasti-Girl = Alyssa Milano

Mento/Steve Dayton = Nathan Fillion

Bumblebee/Karen Beecher = Kyla Pratt

Vox/Malcom Duncan = Donald Glover

This film is based on the events of the Justice League story arc The Final Hour, in which the Justice League and others try to stop an alien being called the Sun Eater from devouring Earth’s sun, only for Hal Jordan to ultimately sacrifice himself to save Earth by absorbing the Sun Eater and reigniting the sun.  The film version would be slightly different in numerous details, but by-and-large the main thrust of the story would remain the same.  The League would be the main focus, with Luthor, a few members of future super-team the Legion of Superheroes and a couple of others being heavily featured due to the story arc involved.  The Doom Patrol and Suicide Squad are also featured to lesser degrees during scenes showing the wider crisis in what is essentially a superhero disaster film.

Direction-wise, I’d put this film in the hands of the Russo brothers based on their work for the MCU, especially Infinity War and Endgame in the Avengers run of films.  Indeed, like Infinity War and Endgame, I also gave the Russos direction of Justice League: Armageddon to keep things consistent across both films.  In terms of cast, most cast members have appeared on prior films, with only the characters from Dusk down to Sensor Girl being new cast members coming in fresh on this film.

Nightwing (2023) Directed by Guy Ritchie

Richard Grayson/Robin/Nightwing = Patrick Schwarzenegger

Roland Desmond/Blockbuster = Adam Driver

Lady Elaine Marsh-Morton/Lady Vic = Florence Pugh

Talon/William Cobb = Evan Peters

Amy Rohrbach = Elizabeth Olsen

Elise Svoboda = Alexandra Stan

Gannon Malloy = Max Lloyd-Jones

Comissioner Gil Maclean = Michael Ealy

Mr Nice/James Nice = Sam Reid

In the first of our one-shot films, we get a solo outing for Batman’s original protégé Dick Grayson as he tries to clean up the corruption of Bludhaven by working for their local police force.  As the film progresses, Nightwing finds himself caught between local crime lord Blockbuster and a plot involving the infamous Court of Owls of Gotham legend.  Outside Patrick Schwarzenegger reprising the role of Dick Grayson, the cast is completely new to this DCEU, and in honour of his great work on crime-centric films, I’ve picked Guy Ritchie to serve in the director role.

The Killing Joke (2023) Directed by Christopher Nolan

Bruce Wayne/Batman = Christian Bale

Barbara Gordon/Batgirl = Bella Thorne

Tim Drake/Robin II = David Mazouz

The Joker = Willem Dafoe

Lucius Fox = Morgan Freeman

James "Jim" Gordon = Gary Oldman

Jeannie/Becky Moore = Georgie Henley

Comedian/Young Joker = David Corenswent

Patrolman Robert Moore = Grant Gustin

Mitch = Scott Eastwood

Murray = Drew Powell

Det. Harvey Bullock = Donal Logue

Det. Renee Montoya = Penelope Cruz

When DC and WB did an animated Killing Joke adaptation, they had the right idea in terms of expanding the story beyond the Alan Moore-written graphic novel.  However, they expanded it incorrectly by having an unrelated preceding 30 minutes that served more to facilitate Bruce Timm’s shipping of a Bruce-Barbara relationship than to make a well-expanded narrative.  This film begins with the Joker being apprehended, hatching his scheme in Arkham, and then a short while later, we get the original Killing Joke plot in the film’s middle.

The end is then expanded, first by taking from a prose novel adaptation I’ve read where Batman laughing with the Joker turns into Batman almost giving in to the temptation to kill Joker.  After this, Joker sees a woman who he thinks is the dead wife from his flashbacks and breaks out to “find the truth”.  When Batman confronts Joker for a third time, the question is left hanging as to whether the Joker’s past was true or not, and a post-credits scene sets up for Barbara becoming Oracle.  Direction-wise, I figure that only Christopher Nolan would do well adapting this material into a live-action narrative.  Casting-wise, the film is mostly existing cast reprising past roles, with only the characters linked to Joker’s back-story being fresh castings.

Supergirl (2024) Directed by Reese Witherspoon

Kara Zor-El/Supergirl = Dakota Fanning

Superman/Kal-El/Clark Kent = Brandon Routh

Cat Grant = January Jones

Jimmy Olsen = Rider Strong

Winslow Schott Jr. = David Henrie

Lena Luthor = Spencer Grammer

Zor-El = Henry Cavill

Alura Zor-El = Rebecca Hazelwood

Astra In-Ze = Rebecca Hazelwood

Non = Ryan McPartlin

Vartox = James Murray

Indigo/Brainiac-8 = Letitia Wright

Capt. Crispus Allen = Djimon Honsou

Det. Peter Foley = Matt Le Blanc

This film gives us a solo film outing for Supergirl that is partly based on the first season of the character’s Arrowverse TV show.  In other words, we see Kara starting out on her own life in another city and having to clash with her villainous aunt and uncle, as well as Indigo, a time-displaced villain in the Brainiac family tree.  For direction, I’ve picked Reese Witherspoon as I know in recent years she’s taken up production and is very passionate about female-led stories and story-telling, so I think she’d be a great fit to make a directorial debut on a character like Supergirl.

Birds of Prey (2024) Directed by Patty Jenkins

Dinah Lance/Black Canary = Malin Akerman

Barbara Gordon/Oracle = Bella Thorne

Cassandra Cain/Batgirl = Momona Tamada

Helena Bertinelli/Huntress II = Alexandra Daddario

Zinda Blake/Lady Blackhawk = Rita Ora

Det. Renee Montoya = Penelope Cruz

Noah Kuttler/Calculator = Tom Cavanagh

Scandal Savage = Katie Leung

Knockout = Ireland Baldwin

Thomas Blake/Catman = Luke Grimes

Floyd Lawton/Deadshot = Christian Slater

Bane = Rodrigo Santoro

For the penultimate phase 5 film, we’re giving the Birds of Prey super-team their chance to shine, albeit better than they did in the real DCEU.  More comics-accurate castings and character selections, including leaving out Harley Quinn (who, if you remember my phase 4 ramble, is killed off in the last Suicide Squad film).  In this film, we see Barbara recruit a number of street-level heroes to tackle a criminal group known as the Secret Six.  The film follows up on plot threads from Knightfall, Knightsend and Killing Joke, and also uses Cassandra Cain as Batgirl like in the comics, another elements the real DCEU Birds of Prey got wrong.  Patty Jenkins of the real DCEU’s Wonder Woman films helms the project from a directorial standpoint.

Flashpoint (2024) Directed by Robert Zemeckis

Barry Allen/The Flash = Matt Damon

Thomas Wayne/Flashpoint Batman = Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow = Ethan Hawke

John Constantine = Matt Ryan

Jason Blood/Etrigan = Eddie Redmayne

Victor Stone/Cyborg = Ashton Sanders

Citizen Cold/Leonard Snart = Rob Lowe

Superman/Kal-El = Brandon Routh

Nora Allen = Cybill Shepherd

Eobard Thawne/Reverse Flash = Jake Gyllenhaal

Diana/Wonder Woman = Kate Beckinsale

Arthur Curry/Aquaman = Chris Pine

Billy Batson/Shazam = Zachary Gordon/Zachary Levi

Freddy Freeman = Chandler Riggs

Darla Dudley = Quvenzhané Wallis

Mary Bromfield = Halston Sage

Eugene Choi = Hudson Yang

Pedro Peña = Rico Rodriguez

Hal Jordan = Ben Affleck

Martha Wayne/Flashpoint Joker = Marg Helgenberger

Yo-Yo = Margot Robbie

During the events of Justice League: Armageddon, Barry Allen’s Flash became lost in the timestream.  When he gets out, he enters an alternate reality where Aquaman and Wonder Woman are at war, and many heroes are missing or dead, including Barry’s speedster alter ego.  Thus begins a mission to learn the truth of why events have changed, and the climax will reboot the DCEU.  While this film simply uses the title of Flashpoint, it’s based more on the DC animated version from the DCAMU as that’s the main Flashpoint story I’ve seen and recall.  Of course, the rest of the alternative DCEU I’ve laid out prior to this film alters some other aspects as well, including how Barry exits the timestream and why history was changed.  Direction-wise, I had to pick Robert Zemeckis just because as the guy who directed the Back to the Future trilogy and the 2009 Disney version of A Christmas Carol, he is probably the best director for anything with a time travel component.

This concludes our phase 5 for the alternate DCEU, and this specific version of the DCEU.  When I do phase 6 on my 90’s MCU, the first (and for now only) phase of my rebooted hypothetical DCEU will be hot on its heels.  So, until next time, ta-ta for now.

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