#roy g biv

[dreammeiser]

Calling it now, Roy’s the one who give Teddy his powers and the two are in some sort of partnership (for now) and the helping hands are working for Roy! Using them to take control of and spy on the puppets of Dream along!

Hmmm... Is it really Roy that Teddy is in a... devious partnership... with? ;o) Would Teddy join a partnership with this little man who he just detests? Reviled by his stinkage?

[shantimochi]

Aha! I finally get to show off some Roy G. Biv stuff I made a while back!

This fella is kind of off putting but I am strangely drawn to and or captivated by him! I’m sure it’s nothing. :)

He just wants to be your friend is all!

Roy G. Biv from Dream Along With Me belongs to @dreammeiser

[calyndrops]

HAPPY 10K FOLLOWERS ON INSTAGRAM, @dreammeiser! 🌟

I’ve been admiring Mage’s stellar work ever since I first discovered their project, Dream Along With Me, so I’m very glad to have been able to join their DTIYS (as my very first time participating in one! 🎉) and be a part of this well deserved celebration on time… It’s been a fun rush to draw their Roy! :oD

And to Mage; my sincerest congratulations on the inspiring quality of your content and everything you’ve accomplished so far! Whether it is starry dreams or static nightmares, I’ll certainly be looking forward to discovering what the lands of Dreamalong have in store for us viewers! 👁️✨

[maribwil]

Me: Ok guys do we want sushi tonight or are we feeling mexican food Roy G: I'm bivalent

[meteorcare]

working on updating refs!!

[agblend13]

Layer progression for Roy G. Biv and Cloud Puppy. I hope they're doing well out there! :')

[hooded-and-cloaked]

I love when a guy has a TV for a head.

[saltiecattoz]

i love how people are like “left is blue and right is literally purple it has more red.” and like they’re WRONG like factually the pic on the right is just pure light blue, but LOOKS purple because what was ingrained into our head of what “blue” is ONLY the absence of red. examples being the ocean, which only looks blueish because the molecular shape of water doesn’t reflect red. it’s technically a greenish blue but a lot of people don’t really consider that until a certain point. where as ACTUAL blue and only blue things look purple to us because we’re so used to yellow being present in what we call “blue”

Isaac newton LITERALLY made this same mistake when creating “roy g biv” because he mistook cyan for “blue” and actual blue with “indigo” it’s funny that this is still apparent today.

that’s why turquoise , cyan, etc looks “blue” to us, while indigo (which isn’t blue either to clarify) DOESNT look blue. the lack of red is so prominent in our personal definition of blue, that the lack of yellow MAKES it look purple.

[druidx]

ROY G BIV

Thanks for the tag, @spacetimewraithwrites-archive. Another game I can use as motivation to edit Alexis Dalliance vs the Evil of Titan!

Tagging back: @aalinaaaaaa @thewriteflame @wildswrites @aquadestinyswriting @artdecosupernova-writing @autumnalwalker @blind-the-winds @eli-writes-sometimes @hannahcbrown @oh-no-another-idea @rhikasa @swordsoulwrites @winglesswriter @andromeda-grace @writingmaidenwarrior @wispstalk @late-to-the-fandom @athenswrites

Rules: Search your WIP for the colours of the rainbow and post the excerpt

Red

As Captain Hengar poured himself a drink, Alexis eyed the others who’d been pull into this… Whatever this was. Lounging against a shelf filled with parchments, ink pots and other errata was a tall, broad human. He wore rough-treated hides, his flame-red hair and beard woven through with beads and bones. A barbarian then.

Orange

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Yellow

The journey back took many weeks. Slowly the dusty yellow of the Desert of Skulls gave way to the khaki and dun greens of the Flatlands, which melded into the lush waving grasses of the Pagan Plains. The humping grey stone of Toreguard’s walls were a welcome sight as they grew larger on the horizon.

Green

Alexis turned her attention to the blond elf who leant next to the door, his arms crossed. At his hip was a quiver of arrows, his bow propped within easy reach. From the mottled green of his armour he could only be one thing: A forest ranger.

Blue

At the entrance to the great hall their envoy stopped, halted by the castle steward. The Lieutenant rapped out a series of commands. His men scattered in an orderly fashion to disparate points of the room as he and the steward spoke. To keep her heart from racing, Alexis glanced over the room. It was tall and narrow, a long carpet of rich blue and gilt edges forming an aisle over the parquet flooring. High along the walls rose a series of etched windows. One single, giant window of stained glass rose behind the throne on it's little dais, framing the figure who sat there.

Indigo

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Violet

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[dreammeiser]

Your God Will Not Hear You. But Not To Worry, Dear Sibling.

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[dyrewrites]

ROY G BIV Tag

@deanwax tagged me for this crazy thing.

Rules: Search your WIP(s) for the colours of the rainbow and post the snippets.

tagging; @rmgrey-author @sparrowcraft (lemme see those colors!)

Weald and Wen is choked with color, and I do try to keep to the simpler words for them, so I fear I may have plenty of options here. >.>

Red

Fresh and dripping, the Ichorbed welcomed Mitra, and the glare of heartlight that chased her, with eager arms. It scattered the burning fuchsia of fading firstlight and amplified it, speckling all beneath in redder pinks. Unlike the cooler dim of the wallowoods before it, the gorebarks of the Ichorbed held no bent canopies or fallen trunks for shelter. Its raging red rivers were as reflective as she and Mitra fought to keep within the slim shadows of the dripping leaves, far from the Heart’s rabid glare.

Orange

The blacks and hazy whites of his woods—pink-tinted by the pulse of firstlight and the red of his own glowing pupils—dropped to grayer shades. Splotches of blurry blues and greens stained his vision then, but a flash of orange was what took him. It sprang from the periphery, far ahead, bright but fading. 

Yellow

Blinking at her shadow, Faerai welcomed it and Ozma rippled and blinked back before it oozed into her. Her yellow pupils dilated with its presence, overtaking the blue of her irises and color bled out of the woods. All but the scattered, myriad flicker of the Lady’s Breath washed out to bitter gray in the shadow-sight.

Green and Blue

Midlight flared and bled its last drop of heat, ushering in the cooler warmth of latelight and more whisps flooded the copse to enjoy its passing–zigging and zagging around the Whispedge. They blinked in pinks, yellows, blues and greens, dancing along the bone white veins of the twisted trees. And the darkening light danced with them, dappling the red trunks and branches in deepening blues and violets. Mitra sought a safer seat in that dance, scooting back on the bough as more whisps flickered in to join, their Myriad colors flashing and twinkling in a dizzying display.

Indigo -- SHOCK, I have no indigo...will have to fix that.

Violet

Ozma remained seated as its charge and the creaking doll searched through bushes, roots and high into the branches. It snuggled into the grass to watch, its many tails stretching to chase Faerai's and ignored its charge's heated eyes when it did not snap to her side. The soft violet of firstlight brightened, warming bark and soil when Faerai finally howled her frustration. Diving from a lofty branch, she thudded to all fours on the ground and stomped, throwing bits of rock in all directions. Mitra zigzagged to avoid any nicks, then flew closer to tug her ears, “Beastie holds where last hold pack?” “When Napyr chase?” Faerai asked back, yanking her ears free and shooing the little light. “Yous peak in shadows,” Mitra said, flitting towards the nearest tree line before she creaked back, “I’s peak in woods!”

[prettylittleproblem]

Guy Head. English, (1753 - 1800). Iris Carrying the Water of the River Styx to Olympus for the Gods to Swear By. Ca. 1793. Oil on canvas.

[disabledmemes]

[meteorcare]

new guy!!!! this is roy g biv and hes a sphinx cat! he has crazy colors and markings because his older sibling scribbled on his egg before he hatched!!

he's amun's boyfriend :3