#yes that is the original starman

[angelicslate]

Part 1 of my FRIEND INSIDE ME take :)

art n music by ME

[ahqkas]

♯ STARMAN ; remus lupin

PAIRING! young!remus lupin x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! during a snowy holiday at the potter residence, remus finds himself caught between the matchmaking ideas of his two best friends and his growing feelings for you

WARNINGS AND TAGS! fluff, idiots to lovers, kissing, james & sirius play the matchmakers, cursing + lmk

WORDS COUNT! 3k

NOTES! i posted this back on my old blog in 2022 / 2023 so if you’ve read this before no u didn’t❕ peter is absent in this ff , he’s spending the christmas with his own family

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

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JAMES POTTER AND SIRIUS BLACK.

Good lads, great company, and even better matchmakers. Who wouldn't want to spend time with them? The two boys were always full of energy, their laughter infectious, and jokes just rolled from their tongues as naturally as breathing. You could be certain that boredom was a foreign concept in their presence.

That's what everyone thought.

Remus Lupin, however, isn't everyone.

To Remus, James and Sirius were more than just pranksters and school celebrities. They were his closest friends, brothers in all but blood, and the kids behind some of the most outlandish escapades Hogwarts had ever seen. Remus saw behind the facade of their shared humor and carefree attitudes. He understood the deeper layers of their cores — the loyalty that bound them together, the masked fears and insecurities, and the stupidity and courage that defined their actions.

James Potter, with his tousled hair and round glasses, had a heart as big as the Quidditch pitch. Sirius Black, with his roguish good looks and devil-may-care attitude, possessed a sharp intellect that clashed perfectly with his rebellious nature.

Yes, to the outside observers, James and Sirius appeared to be the life of the party (which they were) but to Remus, they were the definition of family.

Even though they certainly knew how to fuck things up.

ONE

"Just listen to us, Moony! This one will work out, me and James planned it for . . . one week, is it? Just trust us!"

Sirius Black's voice was brimming with enthusiasm, his gray eyes twinkling with the unspoken promise of yet another grand scheme. As these words left his mouth, Remus felt a surge of frustration well up inside him. His hands itched to do something else than the dishes — but he resisted the urge to punch the oldest Black brother. The sheer absurdity of the situation was almost laughable. This wasn't the first time his best friends came up with a plan to help him with one of his many problems. Some of their previous attempts had actually worked out quite well. But there were also unsolved problems that Remus had learned to live with, issues he simply couldn't — or wouldn't — allow them to meddle with. Like this one.

"Exactly, mate! We're not doing this just for fun, you know. We're doing it just for you, because as you can see, we know you don't have the courage to tell [Name] how you feel. And we wouldn't be suggesting this if we didn't think it had a real chance of working."

Remus nearly dropped the plate he was washing onto James' head. Did they really have to put their noses into his personal matters? It wasn't that he lacked the courage — he told himself that repeatedly — but the timing just wasn't right. And he had came over to James' house to enjoy the Christmas holiday in peace, not to snog off his best friend's face.

But once an idea comes into a marauder's head, it won't leave until it's out for the world to see.

Just Remus' luck.

The warm, soapy water cascaded over his hands as he resumed scrubbing the plate, trying to focus on the boring task before him rather than the frustration rushing through his system. Sirius's words carried in the air again.

"It was originally planned for Evans, but she wouldn't be as cool with it as [Name]. You know how they both are! Evans would try to hex James' ugly face first, then mine. And [Name]? Well, it seems like you just have to find out, mate."

You just have to find out, my arse.

"Look, why can't you just keep this thing as it was first planned? I'm sure Lily would appreciate the opportunity to snog James' stupid face," Remus said, his voice tinged with the frustration he felt. James made a noice that sounded suspiciously like a gasp and opened his mouth to protest, but Remus ignored him and kept going. "Okay, maybe not for the next ten years, but one day she surely would."

“For the record, my face is unbelievably handsome, thank you!”

The oldest Black brother crossed his arms across his chest, the rag he used to clean the dishes dangling from his hand and making a puddle of water beside him. James glared daggers at it. "You see, even if you politely declined our offer to bring some spice into your already boring life, we can't take no for an answer. We spent our free time searching up a single spell in the library. A bloody library, Moony! So, no. If you and [Name] don't kiss by the end of the Christmas, this prank will be considered unsuccessful, which is something the Marauders don't do."

Sirius' eyes held the same look of determination they had when Peter confidently told the rest of the group that he, Sirius Black, was going to win the snogging bet they made in their fourth year. Remus hadn't liked that gaze then, and he certainly didn't like it now, because he knew what it meant. Peter had won that bet. Which just means . . .

Remus saw his short life flash before his own eyes. This was not going to end up in the way he would like to. A bad, no wait, a horrible idea. But before he could do something to save himself from the coming catastrophe, the whole point of the prank entered the kitchen with a lopsided smile on your face. The boy always thought you were pretty. A pair of eyes that seemed to brighten up whenever your favourite topic is being talked about. A warm smile that makes Remus feel the comfort you gave to him. He wouldn't need to drink Veritaserum to admit that he fancied you.

"I just finished unpacking my stuff, so if you want to do something together . . ." you trailed off, looking into their eyes with an inviting gaze. Remus awkwardly moved his gaze away, heart pumping against rib cage.

James, being the little shit he is, nudged Sirius with a knowing smirk and nodded his head in the direction of his room. "Well, it looks like our job is finished here, doesn't it, Padfoot? We should help Moony here to unpack his trunk. Come on."

Before the werewolf could do anything to stop his two best mates, James grabbed Sirius by the crook of his elbow and ran into his room, leaving the pair of obvious friends alone in the Potters' kitchen.

You looked around, a little surprised by the sudden reaction of James and Sirius. Remus stood next to the sink, drying his hands on a rag. "That was new."

"Yeah, it was."

You leaned over the table, a playful glint was dancing in your eyes. "So, they left to unpack your trunk, huh? I wouldn't let them do it if I were in your place, because I know how much of a messy person James Potter can be. Sirius does look like one too. I've seen your dorm," you let out a laugh that Remus quickly joined.

"You're not wrong. Last time they helped me unpack, I couldn't find half my things for a week. They think it's hilarious to hide my socks in the most ridiculous places."

A playful twinkle sparkled in your eyes at the sudden memory. "Well, at least you know where to find them when something goes missing. I once found a pair of James' socks in the Astronomy Tower. Still haven't figured out how they got there."

"You know," the boy started, but his dark eyes caught the green and white blur above your head, and his breath hitched in the back of his throat. They really had the guts to do it! A spring of mistletoe hung precariously above you, clearly placed by James and Sirius.

Thinking quickly, Remus took your palm in his and met your gaze again. "You could help me unpack my things, so I know where they are and all that stuff you need to know about unpacking."

With a nod, you let him took the lead. "Okay, Remus. I'll save you from them."

Remus was going to kill these two.

TWO

The weather seemed to understand the friend group's wishes for snow, much to their excitement, prompting them all go out and mess around in the white blanket of cold snow. They couldn't charm snowballs yet, and the ice on the lake next to the Potter residence was a bit thin for their liking, but it was fun either way. Laughter and shouts of excitement filled the crisp air as they chased each other, fell into snowdrifts, and made the most of the wintry day.

When they returned home, it was already dark outside, and four mugs of hot chocolate were waiting for them, accompanied by Mrs Potter's cheerful face. The warmth and aroma of the sweet liquid welcomed them inside, melting away the chill from the frost.

James and Sirius, their energy finally exhausted, soon trudged off to bed after they finished their cups, leaving Remus and you to linger a bit longer. The house was quiet now, the only sounds the gentle cracking of fire and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors.

If only it could be like this every day, Remus thought to himself as he sat on the couch beside the fireplace. The flames radiated warmth, and with the mug in his hands, everything felt nice again. No stressing over studying, no thoughts for the upcoming war. He was in his own bubble, praying it wouldn't break at any given moment.

In his lap lay an opened annotated copy of a book you had given him as a Christmas present in your fourth year. He had read the book many times, and each time he found something new that caught his interest. It was like a never-ending story he never planned to finish.

"Hey, Remus."

The sudden sound of your voice and the feeling of your frame settling next to him, a knee brushing against his tight, made him shut the book with unnecessary force. The boy could feel your eyes on the side of his face so, he turned to meet your gaze, brown meeting [eye colour].

Remus had really pretty eyes. The rich brown seemed to melt in the warm room like the sweetest chocolate you had ever put on your tongue, with hazel sparks dancing in them. His eyes held something you couldn't quite put your finger on — a mystery, just like his person. But there was one thing you knew for sure: you would find comfort in them no matter the situation.

As you looked closer, you noticed faint freckles dusting his cheeks. Had they always been there? The gentle smattering of the constellation added to the roughness around his scars, making him appear even more breathtakingly beautiful. You found yourself mesmerized by the little details of his face, each one telling a story of its own.

Remus decided to talk first. "What are you doing here? Not that I mind, I'm just wondering. It's pretty late, you know," after those words left his mouth, Remus felt like a total fool. Merlin, talking with you was getting more difficult since he realized he liked you more than a friend should.

But when he saw your lips curving into a smile, he knew he hadn't messed up. "Can't sleep. It's hard to do so when you have to sleep on a different bed."

"Yeah, I can understand."

Once the comfortable silence fell upon the two of you, Remus wanted to stay like this as long as possible. Life with you in it, even after Hogwarts, would be like a dream come true. You could adopt a cat or a dog together. Remus had always wanted a pet . . . The thought of a future with you filled him with a warm, hopeful feeling.

Suddenly, you were standing on your feet in front of Remus, the book no longer in his lap. Instead, you were holding it open, reading the first words he had written on the front pages. He could feel his neck and ears start to warm up, and he was sure it wasn't from the unfinished hot chocolate.

"Nice book you got here. Must have been a nice present, don't you think?" You were teasing him, he knew it from the glint in your eyes, and you seemed to be enjoying it, too. So, he played along.

"Oh, I don't know, would you be surprised if your friends bought you a book when they see you every morning reading them?"

"This one must be your favourite, as the front is starting to lose its colour."

At the further mention of the book, Remus forgot about the teasing at took it from your hands. "You should read it, [Name], it's a really . . . ," he trailed off again, like he did yesterday, and it started to confuse you more and more. His eyes were looking at something above your head, too. Was the moving photo of little James framed behind you that interesting?

When you started to turn and look, Remus quickly turned you to face the direction of the kitchen and pushed the half filled mug with warm liquid into your palms. "I want more of that. Could you help me make it? Thanks, [Name]."

Remus was ready to push James and Sirius onto the thin ice tomorrow.

THREE

Remus didn't like packing. First, he needed to pack at least a day or two before leaving so he could sleep without overthinking, but he did overthink it anyway. Did I pack everything? I think I had more stuff when I got here . . . He usually spends half of the train ride worrying about things like this; the rest was joking around with his friends and saying goodbye for the summer. And second, he didn't like leaving. The places he went to — whether it was Hogwarts or the Potters' — had a special place in the depths of his heart. The only comforting thought in his head about it all was that he would come back.

With a sigh, he started to pick up his jumpers from the Gryffindor-themed rug James had in his room. They had spent their first Christmas together when they were twelve, and the boys slept in separated bedrooms to Mrs Potter's wishes. She wanted them to have their own privacy (they shared a dorm at school, after all), but as time went on and she realised her boys wanted to be together, the witch let them do as they wanted. You got your own room as this was your first holiday here.

As much as Remus thought about the task being annoying and gloomy, it was kind of relaxing to his mind into something else. James and Sirius hadn't tried anything on you two in the last few days, which worried the werewolf a bit. What were they planning? It wasn't like them, giving up on something they were so determined about.

At a knock on the door, Remus put his just-finished folded socks into his trunk and went to open the it. It couldn't be James and Sirius, and the adult Potters had gone for a walk into the village, which just leaves . . . you.

Oh.

Remus opened the door and revealed, in fact, your glowing face. His eyes took a look at you, and he found himself thinking how pretty you looked.

Your nose and cheeks looked like they were freezing, but it somehow made your face glow. Your beanie covered half of your forehead, and there was a huge spot of unmelted snow on it, probably thrown at you by one of the Marauders. But your eyes still caught his attention first. They showed your real emotions, and you were happy right now, which made Remus feel happy too.

Your smiled reached the corners of your eyes. Remus liked your smile. "Hi! Knew I would find you here. As you can probably see, we are having a snowball fight and I was wondering if you wanted to join me? James is being a git . . .”

Remus couldn't help but chuckle at your enthusiastic invitation. The idea of being outside with you, engaging in a playful snowball fight against his brothers, sounded far more appealing than packing his things. He also knew that if James was being a git, he'd have to intervene to keep the playing field fair.

He listened to you, he really did, but his attention was drawn by the green plant, dangling from the doorframe above your heads. However, this time you followed his gaze and saw what he was always searching for.

"Oh."

Before he could regret what he was about to do, his hands found your cheeks, and his eyes focused on yours, not bothered by the cold that started to reach his palms. "Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The heartfelt laughter of James and Sirius outside faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in that small, shared moment. A soft smile played on your lips as you voiced your inner desires.

"Yes, Remus, you can."

You placed your hands on the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape, and gently pulled him towards you. Your slightly cold lips met his warm ones, and the contrast sent shivers through both of you. The sensation was intoxicating, a rush of emotions and sensations that made your heart race. The warmth from his mouth spread through you, melting away any lingering cold from outside.

Remus's hands slid from your cheeks to cradle the back of your head, his fingers doing the same thing as yours, threading through your hair. You could feel the slightest tremble in them, a sign that he was just as affected by the kiss as you were.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested against each other, and you took a moment to catch your breath. Your eyelids fluttered open, and the look you shared was one of pure emotion. His brown eyes, now darker with desire and something deeper, gazed into yours with a mix of awe and admiration.

It felt like a core memory of your new found relationship was forming, one that will be forever treasured and reminded with nothing but adoration.

Remus was glad about the whole mistletoe prank but the boys will not hear a word from him about it. They were right, the Marauders won't let a prank go unfinished.

[aviradasa]

The sight of two stars

Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader

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{Fluff}

warning: none

I had this idea for a while about Aaravos with a reader who likes to find constellations on his skin and I started this oneshot expecting it to take a completely different path but I love how it turned out and I'm low key proud with the idea. The execution is not my best work but we have fun here!😂. Anywho, I hope y'all enjoy! I hope this will be able to hold you over for a few more days as I have 3 more one shots/images in the making that should come out shortly! Anyway, it's almost 3 am and I have to drive for 5 hours back home tomorrow 😭.

(ps:I had to make up a constellation for this that sounded more magical so I did! But all the other constellations are either from the show or a real constellation!)

Don't forget you can leave a request! I will link my master list here make sure you read before requesting! Love you all my little goblins 🖤

I have always loved the night sky And everything that belongs to it. I've especially always been drawn to constellations. The way the stars are set just perfectly to make a work of art when in reality they are so far from one another that they are not aware that their portrait is beautiful in a way.

It's been so long since I was able to gaze upon them. Being imprisoned for centuries with no windows or fresh air is a burden in itself, But losing my Night sky, it almost felt like I had lost myself. Well, I didn't lose all of myself. My lovely husband keeps me Sane (When he's not driving me Insane).

He's the reason I’m here in the first place. What is it with dragons anyway, It was just a couple of war crimes and whatnot, And I wasn't even involved. With the crimes that is. yes, I may have given my lovely starman some ideas every once in a while, But I never got my hands dirty. I was just a performer, Singing and dancing in town squares, Taverns, inns you name it. But alas here we are. Here I am. Stuck in this hell, with no sky, just that Damned mirror. I hate that mirror, Well I hate being in range of that mirror. To know someone could be watching me from the other side unnerves me and I avoid it at all cost.

I hear the door open to the room I have placed myself in, another room in this prison. It's a little library with books on all sorts of things. it's my favorite spot in this wretched place. My little slice of heaven.

I glance up from my book watching Aaravos enter the room with that cloak on, I can’t help but love the way he looks in it, and with the way I look at him, I’m worse than any man.

“My love, Why do you gaze at me in such a way? I can feel your eyes from here” He teases, taking his cloak off and hanging in on a small hook by the tall doors before looking over at me with that Smirk he gives. I love this elf but by the Divines why must he do this?

I shake my head with a chuckle, placing my bookmark in the spot I left off before closing my book. Setting it down gently on the table beside the little sofa I've curled up on. “ Am I not allowed to admire you?.’ I jokingly ask with a small grin as I allow him to take a seat beside me.“So how was your dramatic entrance? Did that Dark mage see you this time like you wanted?” I ask turning to face him resting my arm on the back of the sofa and using my hand to prop up my head.

“Everything went according to plan. His candle went out. I went in, confused him, and left. Just as Intended.” He tells me with a cocky smile.

“Now everything should fall into place, he’s a curious desperate, power-hungry human. That is just the combination we are looking for if we wish to get out of here.” I say with some excitement,

“but my love do not get cocky yet because if one little piece is lost, broken, or forgotten, we will be stuck here. And If we are stuck in here for another century I will skin you alive.” I warn with a stern expression before I chuckle a bit.

He laughs a bit “ No you wouldn’t, 'cause then you would be all alone in this place and we both know you couldn't take that.” He says pulling me closer to his side.

“What are you talking about? Some peace and quiet would be lovely. Maybe then I could finish my book.” I joke as I adjust to get a bit more comfortable. “Ah yes, what book are you reading currently again? It was something to do with the differences between human interpretations of constellations and Elven interpretations correct?” he asks genuinely curious about my interest,

He remembers my love of the night like no other, for he loved it as well. but now it's hard to remember what it's like. Of course, there are illustrations in the books but those illustrations can only capture so much, yes some books do better than others but the true beauty of the night sky can only truly be appreciated in person. Well, maybe something can come close.

“Yes that's right, and honestly humans need to get a bit more creative. I mean they Named Garlath the Annihilator the Big Spoon… Because they thought it looked like a spoon." I say with sarcasm as I roll my eyes. “ and also they call Leolas' last wish the South Star. Talk about imagination.'' I speak with disappointment. Aaravos just simply chuckles “Those names the humans gave them came to be long before this generation, they are simple and easy for their minds to comprehend but I do agree they were quite lazy.” he says in agreement.

I think he gives them too much credit. but what can I say I lost patience with humans during my time performing. Aaravos on the other hand has plenty, but then again he was more respected by them due to the whole giving them magic ordeal which I understand but still, humans are like an annoying younger sibling. you love them and would do what you could to protect them from others, but you would definitely rip their vocal cord out and strangle them with it as soon as they call you ugly.

I sigh “Perhaps I'm a bit harsh on them sometimes, but I can't help it. I feel like I'm losing my mind here, I'm not even sure how much time has passed anymore.” I explain as I absentmindedly trace little patterns on his freckled arm that rests around my waist, as I'm doing this a particularly bright star freckle brings my mind back into focus and I notice something. “Wait a moment…” I say suddenly as Aaravos gives me a confused look “What is it?” he asks simply before I place my thumb over the spot on his arm to not lose it reaching over I grab my book and open it to a certain page leaving him to his confusion as i scan the books page.

“Aha! I thought that looked familiar, darling." I say lifting my thumb off the spot on his arm and placing the book's page next to it. The page has an illustration of a constellation on it, and it just so happens that the little star freckles on his arm connect to make the same one. “Hm well isn't that interesting? I had not noticed that none yet ” he says, grabbing the book from my hand to examine it.

“ Well it says that it's called the eye of Izora, it has 8 stars on top making the upper eyelid, and 5 stars that make up the bottom. The iris is made up of 4 stars in between with the pupil being a completely different constellation (Leola’s last wish). The eye has 7 stars above it making it appear as though the eye has three separate eyelashes with another 7 on the bottom doing the same. In the human kingdoms, it's not known” he reads with a hint of interest. He looks between the book and the spot on his wrist where I found the constellation.

“ isn't that interesting? Oh, I just love finding new ones they are harder to find on you than they are on me for some reason.." I tell you with a grin, snatching the book back. I search through the pages as I scan the rest of his arm looking for more connections. this is one of my favorite things to do, I've found plenty of constellations on myself but with Aaravos they are harder to find because he has a lot more stars on him then I do and they make it harder to connect them,

Minutes pass before I find another new one… It was right in front of us but my eyes couldn't make it out right away. “I see one right there but I can't make out what that one is, It's definitely something though. Can you tell what it is?” I ask Aaravos looks at it for a moment, tilting his head to the side a bit trying to get another angle to look at it but failing.

he seems to think for a moment before he grabs a quill out of the inkpot that sits on the end table next to the sofa, he places the tip of the quill on his skin tracing in between the stars on his arm. As I look through the book I hear him hum “It looks like a scorpion look it up in the book I think we finally found it.” he says, showing me the connected lines.

“I think you're right.” I say glancing at his armbefore turning to the next page and seeing the scorpion-like constellation, it matches the one on his arm and I grin “We found it, I knew it was around here somewhere, we all have our star sign on us, yours just was hiding all these years.” I laugh and he does too “I found it once before I believe but I lost it and didn't find it again until now.” he says holding it up

“ well maybe once we get out of here you should get it tattooed so you don't lose where it is again.” I joke And Aaravos laughs a bit “My love you know I would never do that, it's not my style, besides I am already vastly decorated anyways.’ he says in a kind of sassy tone. As we both laugh some more

As the day? Night? Carried on We both continued our search for more constellations on his skin. It wasn't long before we had mapped out at least a dozen from his wrist to his shoulder connecting the stars with thin lines of writing ink that was smudging in some places but neither of us cared because this was one of the few moments where neither of us are frantically searching or planning. It was just us, then again it's always just us, but moments like this bring us back to reality when we didn't even realize we were drifting away from ourselves, and each other. I know we are gonna make it out of this prison one day, and once we do I know it's going to be just the two of us against all of Xadia. But that's ok I know we will be able to take care of it. And at least I'll have my night sky back.

[chipiklilboy]

I disappeared temporarily again because I had little desire to draw anything. But still, I'm here again, and I have a couple of drawings.

I'll start with Pepperman in the cloud tower. Actually his name is Starman. He is still the same artist, and a resident of the heavenly kingdom. Distinctive features from the original are that it is softer and less narcissistic.

The second drawing is Cloud, yes.

and this, this is Pizzahead, only without the eye. Why? I don’t know myself, i ate it.

[mangle-my-mind]

Sandy Powell and Peter King: Styling Velvet Goldmine

ER: When you worked on the Bowie-inspired film "Velvet Goldmine", the costumes apparently came from your own memories of Bowie as a fan, rather than actual research about him during that time period.

SP: Yes! I mean, I did do research of course, but you’re right that it was both. I’d heard that film was being made, and I was just desperate to do it, because that was my early teenage years. That time in your life and what you’re soaking in has a lasting effect on you, you're like a sponge, when you're that age. At the time we were seeing things we’d never seen before with glam rock, and then punk, and all of that. It was new stuff and rules being broken. And so that’s how I came to Velvet Goldmine, and of course I did the research but a lot of it was just based on how I’d felt at the time, and what I remembered. It sounds very exuberant! (Laughs) And I think it shows in the film that we all just had an extraordinary amount of fun making the film.

ER: The costumes really reflect that, they are so larger than life.

SP: Yes, and you know, it wasn’t easy! It was very, very hard. We had hardly any money, but it didn’t matter. It was a deeply personal experience, I think, for all of us. I would stay up all night making things, not just because it was necessary but because I really wanted to do it. (Source)

"[Glam] was about going out on the street and pushing it as far as you can; almost, in a way, pushing it in people's faces a bit, saying 'I don't care,' and 'You can just get out of my face if you don't like it'." - Peter King (Source)

"I love Velvet Goldmine. It was one of the most fun films I’ve worked on. It was hard because it was a really small budget, but it was also big in terms of the number of costumes we had to make. A lot of them we couldn’t actually find and we had to make from scratch, but we also used some original costumes... I just had the most joyous time working on it. I was obsessed with David Bowie between the ages of 13 and 14. I remember hearing ‘Starman’ on the radio and thinking, ‘What is that?’ I used to make my own clothes back then and that’s what I wanted the costumes in the film to look like – I wanted it to have a homemade feel. I did it mostly from my memory of how I felt at the time, not so much from research, mainly what it meant to me." - Sandy Powell (Source)

"The greatest challenge was really just making it be believable, even though you're dealing with something that's quite extraordinary. We had to make sure it felt real. So that's when, for instance, dealing with the audience and the fans, and the kids, trying to make it look like they've done it themselves." - Peter King (Source)

[trashboatprince]

Fourteen becomes convinced that the Bentley is the Tardis whose chameleon circuit has somehow fixed itself and/or another tardis and takes it for a joyride?

More misadventures of 2023 DT characters getting into other 2023 DT characters' modes of transportation.

Warning: again, ignore that the show version of Doctor Who exists in Good Omens canon. This isn't tied to the other fic, this one is just if the situation was reversed.

On with the fic!

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The Doctor stared at the beautiful, shiny Bentley that had honked at them, yet there was no driver in sight. No one was hiding in the back seats, nor down in the area when your feet go.

"Hello there." The Doctor greeted, and jumped when it honked at them in reply. They blinked, then felt a grin grow on their face. "Oh ho! Friendly, aren't you?"

They had never seen a car react to them before like this, and it had them curious. They put a hand on the hood, gently patting it. There was a strange feeling coming from the metal, a sentience, which most automobiles do not have, at least no in this time period.

Was this the TARDIS? Had her chameleon circuit finally decided to work correctly again? Or had the old girl decided she need a change and allow the circuit to work?

"Look at you, you're a real beauty like this! Didn't take you for a fan of the classic cars! Is this because of Betsy? Mind you, she was a reliable, ol' car!"

The Bentley honked again at the Doctor, making a grumbling sound at them from the engine even though it wasn't weren't running.

"Ah? Not my TARDIS then? Hmm, I see, I see." They nodded and walked over to the driver's side. "Mind if I have a look inside?"

The door unlocked and they grinned. "Much obliged!" They patted the top of the car before slipping inside, finding it miraculously well adjusted for their current height, with no uncomfortable issues of having to pull their long legs up to their chest in order to fit!

The inside of the Bentley was well kept, very clean, everything looked original, minus the CD and cassette player that clearly shouldn't be, but seemed as if they had been built into the dashboard when she was first produced.

Was she a TARDIS? Seemed like only a TARDIS or a really good shimmer could pull off that trick. "Let's see, how do we go about checking your..."

There was a click and the lights of the dash came on, and so did the radio, as the engine started to purr. The Doctor laughed as the song Starman by David Bowie began to play. "Outstanding! Loving the music choice, aren't you a clever thing?"

There was a happy rumble from the engine.

"Now, can you give me any information on who your pilot is? Not every day I find a sentient vehicle in 21st century London!"

The music seemed to change and now the Doctor heard Queen begin to play, specifically Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy. How... odd?

"Hey! What the heaven are you-!? Get out of there!"

The Doctor turned their attention away from the radio to look at the approaching figure. They stared at them in surprise, it was like looking in a mirror!

A mirror that favored putting you in a retired rock star's outfit, but that was made up for by that brilliant shade of red hair the stranger was sporting!

Ooh, they always knew they could pull off ginger!

"That's your pilot, I take it?" They asked and the Bentley honked. "You're not a TARDIS, are you?"

Another honk, one that sounded like an apology.

"Ah, it's alright, you're just as lovely, and just as fascinating as one, you beauty!"

There was another happy car sound as the stranger stopped at the door, throwing it open. "Out. Now."

"Right, yes, apologies. Sorry, I thought she was my TARDIS and then she let me get inside and poke about, fascinating set up in there! What sort of-"

"Shut up and explain to me how the heck you got her to be blue!? You're as bad as the angel with his yellow!"

"Blue?" The Doctor turned and looked, oh! "Oh, look at you!" They grinned.

The Bentley was now a gorgeous shade of TARDIS blue, how curious!

--

I think Crowley might like Fourteen's company, but isn't too pleased about a stranger getting into the Bentley and her changing color. Again.

Also, I just realized you asked for a joyride, whoops. Maybe next time? :D Fourteen drives the Bentley, Crowley drives the TARDIS?

[stcrgirl]

thinking about comic courtney and how she originally put starman's old suit on just to tick off pat because she was bitter over him and her mother's marriage. i love her motives in the comics because she starts out as this self-centered and impulsive teen who only cares about action but who gradually comes to a more nuanced and constructive view on her new role as a superhero. to be honest, i think i prefer this motive over the one she has in the show because it's not something you see very often. show courtney puts on the suit because she thinks starman is her father, and although yes, i love the angst that comes with that... i like that comic courtney had flaws!

[jaclynhyde]

12, 31, 65 for the writer meme

12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

I tend towards rarepairs, often in rare fandoms, so it’s like “yes I reached the three other people who care about this!!!” I try very hard not to get in my head about low feedback and I’m not always successful, but I am so happy for enthusiastic responses/kudos/reblogging/etc. Getting people into a rarepair is the best feeling in the world. And I am crazy lucky to be married to a wonderful beta so I always get support while writing, which is good because I am incapable of writing WIPs and getting other feedback during.

31. Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

First thing I come up with is a hook. Most of my writing is for exchanges so I already have prompts and characters to work with; eventually I come up with a scene or emotional beat and the general trajectory clicks into shape. Characterization comes waaaaay easier to me than plot, but the fic doesn’t really get going until I figure out why it needs to exist.

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project.

I have an epic BG3 Wyll/Emperor fic slowly taking shape in my head, but I need a) thorough canon review and b) to finish my origin Wyll playthrough so that will take approximately a billion years. Someone request it in an exchange in a few months, maybe it’ll get me off my ass Otherwise my old fandoms never really go away so someday I’d like to finish that Tales of Vesperia Yuri/Raven identity porn I started or that Starman Shade & Sadie or that FGO Gilgamesh/Kingu and I really wish I could write more consistently!!!

[nortsauce]

The headcanon's purpose: my personal thoughts on how Starmen show robotic characteristics such as their speech patterns, yet are not affected by things like the Rust Promoter item in Mother 2 (item that damages mechanical enemies) or how PK Beam damages them (yet doesn't affect mechanical enemies in Mother 1)

The headcanon proper: they kinda are bio-mechanical, with like brains inside a nice little pod in the chest to serve as their brains. And yes, these brains, which the majority would belong to whatever original species the Starmen once were, may include other species in their ranks. Including abducted humans. They may also be brainwashed to serve Giegue/Giygas, at least for those that were once humans.

Open up a Starman and you'd find organs comprised of a perfect blend of meat and synthetic material, minus the brain pod. The brain pod can be detached and there's a little hole in it for another starman to stick their wiggly arm tentacles in to activate a temporary life support feature to put the brain in a new body

Imagine conducting an interview by grabbing a brain pod that had life support switched on, and somehow connecting that shit to your computer, and the response to "what is your name?" is something like "my name is fra- fr- my code number is #5301278." Bits of the old memory that were suppressed by alien mental reprogramming leak through until the brain's new self of sorts kicks in and replies in a Starman-esque fashion.

Thats so cool!!! In a way that could have more horrifying implications that the starmen’s very existence inspired what King P would do to the animals and Claus.

That could also have more implied things like Pokey going through different timelines, not caring about the consequences bc he’ll just warp out of the timeline, and just disassembling living creatures, like the starmen for no reason except curiosity.

“What would be really cool if i added it to my super soldier? These animal parts, these robot parts, these ALIEN parts, oh! and its gotta be psychic too! just like Ness was.”

Somewhere in the infinite vast universe, there are corpses lying around completely dissected with no trace of the culprit.

[gemstone-golem]

Week 1 of my daily art project: OCtober!

Its just a whole bunch of my ocs (plus my friends' ocs who im going to be drawing every weekend (not on day 1 tho)) in assorted halloween costumes/cosplays!

assorted info about my choices under the cut! also, my ask box is open if you wish to ask any questions about them!

-The Ball Lord is designed to be this hyper intimidating, but ultimately pathetic anime-style antagonist, hes crazy and his design reminded me of JJBA's The World, so i had a lot of fun with that.

-Starral is mainly dressed up as rosalina because of her origins. Shes a hyperactive lady whos super energetic and emits a literal aura of energizing energy, because shes all inspired by the Starman from mario. thats really the main reason i drew her as rosalina. pretty lady dressed up as pretty lady, sounds egood.

-Retina is another weird choice, shes a robot with giant eyeball screens for a head and shoulders, so i thought making her into "that one eyeball enemy from super mario 64" sounded fun. so Mr. I she became! shes also donned in a ton of lethal lava land textures because that sounded fun to do for me.

-the object fighters are all like. no thinking choices. potato is vegetable, so is pumpkin jackolantern! sprite is drink so is pumpkin spice latte! grapes are fruit so is cranberries and those are from thanksgiving but whateva!!!! theres a lot of lore about them im disregarding but the most interesting is that battle potato is a seasoned war veteran, thats about all i think is important enough to say.

-Bee-J is an infected hollow knight bee made by vespa, specifically having parts of his brain removed that make him act on violence. the hive collapsed and he was still alive and vespa's plan ultimately worked because he physically cannot think to be violent. anyways the radiance and bee-j are just a dumb comedy duo where beej is having a good time and the radiance wants him to fucking kill so bad. i thought turning the radiance into an afro sounded fun so i made im into the disco zombie from pvz sounded great.

-JAM-35 (or James) is just a gangly thin robot. making him look like endo 02 out of a bunch of spare junk like cardboard and tape sounded fun so i did that. im really happy with the pixelated face and the scan lines thats just something i wanted to say.

-Chill was specifically my friend's sona, she wanted me to draw her as the 14th doctor she cosplayed as once, and i did. i also kinda did it because i wanted to make one of my characters commemorate that me and my friend finished watching doctor who series 10 which was really fun. i had a great time with it! so this really just killed two birds with one stone. amazing awesome fun yes.

[destroyer-of-planets]

Ziggy Stardust Headcannons

-actually listens to music he himself didn't create. He usually listens to Electric Light Orchestra though, for obvious reasons. He rarely listens to Queen, but he highly regards Freddie Mercury as an innovative artist.

-he used to be incredibly egotistical, but is slowly becoming nice as he originally was, and, therefore, is becoming more sensible.

-he will always be wild, though, and can be very humorous, but not to the extent of Halloween Jack. Ziggy is mostly humorous unintentionally.

-he is obsessed with various countries. England, Japan, and surprisingly his newest obsession is France. It was after David baked quiche and macarons once and educated the guys were they came from, and Ziggy has been obsessed ever since.

-he is a BIG eater. You can find him snacking on things from time to time, and he does it everyday, when ever he feels like it. He is even capable of doing it before dinner, and can eat all of it, it's basically impossible to ruin his appetite. He sometimes eats crackers, biscoff cookies, Oreos, anything from lays, Cheetos, and even pistachios. I suppose having a strong appetite runs through his family line.

-he wears his stage makeup offstage. While wearing some powder wouldn't make one raise an eyebrow, Ziggy would literally wear green lipstick in public, and doesn't conceal his love jewel (an actual body part, above his eyes) he doesn't care about being an extraterrestrial in public as opposed to Newton, or even the Starman to an extent (we will talk about the Starman in a future post) but the point remains that Ziggy, if he ever chooses to dress similar to a clown (on Pierrot's level), he wouldn't care if people stare at him, it's kind of his thing.

-he's practically the Bowie character that is most open about his emotions. Yes, there are men that are very cold and distant, (the Duke), some that are just serious and strict, (Jareth, Celliers, Adler) and the rest are open on the condition that they are close friends with the other person, (Aladdin with Ziggy, but not Aladdin with Major Tom) but Ziggy himself with voice his emotions with the most random people ever, as long as they are not dangerous or Duke, who is and will always be Duke, and is potentially dangerous.

-due to this, he is particularly very chatty. Ziggy is… one of those very talkative people who will talk about the most random things if it's in their will and if they're obsessed with it, who are unfortunately slighted as too annoying or too weird. Ziggy would talk about absolutely anything from obvious things like space, music, and clothes, to important things like politics, the news, and other things, to complete unexpected things like what potato chip brand has the crunchiest chips, why mold grows on random places, or even why insects have six legs. That guy will run his mouth about absolutely anything. Just don't call him annoying, it hurts him, and he thinks being called weird is a compliment. 

-he does cry, and what he feels is usually genuine. While Ziggy has had a history of manipulating people into praising him and getting what he wants (it always has been something like money or appraisal) he was going through a tough time in his life and developed unhealthy tendencies like toxic positivity (and forcing it on others), being fake, and starting drama. This is not excusing it, because it was so overwhelming to the point where David had to step in and pull him out of the mess, and Ziggy is trying to learn and grow from that experience, and talking about it makes him extremely uncomfortable. Now, his emotions are back to normal although he now is too distressed to think back to those times. If he is upset, he will definitely tell you if you did upset him, and reacts positively if someone is nice to him. While he doesn't cry a lot, especially uncontrollably, he is emotionally sensitive and will tear up respectively (at a sad movie or if someone is aggressive enough to him) but he won't give in unlike Newton who doesn't take much to cry. Sometimes, he will if he feels it is important.

-the man cannot draw. While there are very good visual artists (Jareth, Halloween Jack, and even Duke come to mind) Ziggy… is definitely not one of them. Yes, he is especially good at applying makeup, but he can't do it on a piece of paper. If he ever attempts to draw himself, he will come out wonky and his hair frazzled more than it actually is. Do not destructively criticize him, for he will get angry, but he wouldn't mind constructive criticism or improving. However, drawing isn't really a hobby for him. He tried to make it a hobby, but it didn't work for him.

-he once tried to be a YouTube content creator. He tried many sorts of things, like reviewing makeup, a music channel, or even a stunt/meme channel where he would film himself doing embarrassing, weird things like people did when Vine was at its peak. It sadly didn't work, and stopped when a few hate comments got to him.

-somewhere out there, he has a Tumblr blog that he never tells anyone about. Not even his close friends. He has secret online friends that he sends memes to every night, and posts weird things like the most bizarre things and theories ever "what if we are in a simulation/ the moon is flat/ clowns are a species/cats know the secrets of the universe" as a joke at midnight spanning to even 4am, characteristic of a lot of Tumblr posts shown in reddit YouTube videos when creators cover "r/Tumblr". 

-he stays up late. Ziggy is one of those people that can go to bed at 1 am, wake up a 7 am, without coffee, and wake up in no time. At 6 am, he is as energetic as ever as opposed to the other groggy men. Lately, David has tried to make Ziggy go to bed at a reasonable hour, and even tried to make him sleep in a few times. No matter what, Ziggy will always have his unique characteristic Martian rockstar energy.

-he unironically watches cartoons. You know, like SpongeBob, the Simpsons, and even ones like the Regular show and My Little Pony, Friendship is magic. He even has made OCs for every show he watches. One OC he cherishes the most is his pony OC "Starburst Nebula", whom he visualizes as a female dark blue unicorn with a yellow/white mane. 

-he writes a lot. He has written so many fanfictions over his pony OCs, and even made one where a Simpson OC marries Krusty the Clown. Please, do NOT judge him. 

-he also has many plushies. He usually cuddles with one, which is a 627 plushie from Lilo and Stitch, but he has many more plushies. He has a Flareon, a Sylveon, an Eevee, skitty, Pikachu, Stitch, Angel, Reuben, Leroy, Sparky, Hello Kitty, My Melody, Kuromi, Luigi, Princess Daisy, Rosalina, a red yoshi, Blaze the Cat, Hatsune Miku, Ruby, Stella, and Bubbles from Angry birds, many cats and dogs, and even has tsum tsum plushies of all of the Queen members.

-he is fine wearing his jumpsuits, kimonos, and other stage clothes casually. However, he is particularly fond of sweaters. In the fall, he would wear thin ones with sleeves, and likes drinking hot green tea. In the winter, he wears very thick sweaters with thick collars and thick sleeves. In the spring and summer, he wears thin ones without any sleeves. He likes soft clothes, and hates wearing jeans as they are too scratchy, unlike Aladdin or Halloween Jack. He finds t shirts boring, and rarely wears suits and vests, as they aren't loose enough for him and cause him to overheat.

-to wrap it up, Ziggy also likes to browse the surreal meme subreddit. Don't ask. Just…. don't ask. You won't and will never be able to understand.

[ufonaut]

I admittedly don’t know a ton about the JSA but in my process to find out more I’m confused by Stargirl’s involvement in everything. Do you know when that started and why?

i'm your local jsa encyclopedia and i like to think i'm pretty qualified to say i know everything there is to know about the jsa so, yes, but... i think everything about stargirl's involvement in the jsa is pretty self-explanatory regardless of whether you're encountering her in the comics or the (less-than-canon-compliant) tv show?

pat dugan, courtney's stepdad, was the sidekick of the original star spangled kid (a mantle that notably has nothing at all to do with starman, except for the fact that ted knight gave sylvester pemberton his cosmic rod and belt in all-star comics 1976). courtney becomes the second star-spangled kid in her original series stars and s.t.r.i.p.e. 1999. she soon joins the jsa in jsa 1999 as one of its younger members, along with jakeem thunder. in 2001, when jack knight/starman retires in order to raise his son, he gives courtney the cosmic staff and the mantle to do with them as she pleases and courtney officially takes on the name of stargirl.

(the passing of the mantle in starman 1994 #80)

i'm just not sure what you mean by her involvement in 'everything'? courtney's hardly been at the forefront of the jsa in more than a decade and the tv show's its own little universe. but i hope this helped a little!

[rudojudo]

Giant of Light Playlists

Inspired by some posts I saw, I put together a playlist of music for the GoL experience. Then I split it in two, because of the duality built into the game. They might not be perfect for background music, since they're a bit lyric heavy in a way that might distract from the table, but there are some connections I'm happy with. Also, they work on shuffle, but the order is intended to make a rough sketch of an Episode of play from either perspective. They're on Spotify:

Side A: Heroes

Side B: Kaiju

And of course you can buy the game here.

If you don't use Spotify (I don't blame you), there's a track listing below, along with commentary, because I love to explain myself.

Side A: Heroes

-Goshowa Kudasai Ware no Na wo! (Endo Masaki)

This is the opening theme to Ultraman Z. Obviously, I was going to include some music from the franchise, but I didn't want it to be the whole playlist. I chose this one because the title and opening line translates to "I ask that you chant my name," which is a wonderful bit of poetry asking for faith.

-The Legend of Chavo Guerrero (The Mountain Goats)

This is about that faith from the other side, a song about having a hero. "The telecast's in Spanish, I can understand some / and I need justice in my life, here it comes," devastates me every time.

-Starman (David Bowie)

Maybe a bit obvious, but all the same, Ultraman is full of visitors from space whose differences from humanity leave them alienated, but still capable of seeing the beauty and value of the Earth.

-Hands (Oishi Masayoshi)

Theme to Ultraman R/B and my personal favorite theme in the whole franchise. The leads in this series have no experience or training and are thrown into the deep end and I like the way this track reflects the drive to stay positive. "These are the things we shouldn't have to protect."

-Pump it Up (Elvis Costello and the Attractions)

This represents the rising tension in the "Episode" happening here. The thumping, elegant bass line and lyrics about matching intensity always begged for an action scene in my mind.

-Brave Love, TIGA (Kagaku Tokusoutai, not the original version, this is a group that does covers of tokusatsu songs)

This is the ending theme to Ultraman Tiga and it's a bit of a parallel to Legend of Chavo Guerrero, since it's a plea to the title character. It's a child, asking their hero, please, do the things I can't. Protect the world. Show me how to be brave.

-X Gon' Give It To Ya (DMX)

Am I guilty of coming to the same conclusion as the writers of the Deadpool movie? Yes. But as a Millennial, I defy you to find a track that more powerfully says that shit is about to go down.

-Veridis Quo (Daft Punk)

Something wholly without lyrics to depict the final fight. I've always thought that the melody of this song implied a situation that's rapidly becoming more complicated.

-Dare (Stan Bush)

Come the man, cometh the hour, this is the personal theme of Hot Rod from The Transformers: The Movie (1986). Hot Rod is the chosen one, even if he doesn't know it until the end, but his theme is all about being brave enough to become the person needed. Also, the sample character Ultraman Giant Hero Cadmium is a direct reference to Hot Rod, including the piece of character art he's in.

-Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) (ABBA)

I think the transition from the last track to this one is the best thing I do in either playlist. Again, this is a song about who you want around when things get bad. Also feels final, like the fight can be won here.

-BRAND NEW WORLD (Miura Jam BR)

This is the opening theme to my favorite arc of One Piece (Enies Lobby), but that's incidental. Here, the track represents the "new world" created by the Main Characters in saving the day, and the moment of joy together after it happens.

-Ultraman 80 (Kagaku Tokusoutai, again a cover)

"He came to us from the stars." Nothing more than a moment of gratitude for this immense power that joins together with us to protect our world. Ultraman gets a bit religious (by design, the life of the original creator Tsuburaya Eiji was often defined by faith). Also a relaxing end to represent the "end credits."

Side B- Kaiju

-Trigger (Sakuma Takao)

This side's less optimistic, more conflicted, but I still wanted to open with a theme, this time from Ultraman Trigger. It's a bit more aggressive, all about letting loose. Doesn't connect to that show much, but it's exactly what's happening here.

-When You're Evil (Aurelio Voltaire)

Being self-consciously "evil" is mostly the provenance of teenagers, but there's a sort of immaturity to a lot of the Kaiju Users I took inspiration from when writing the game. There's a certain kind of person who says to themself "no, I'm bad, really, I'm dangerous, watch out!"

-Wolf Like Me (TV on the Radio)

Another approach to playing a Kaiju User is to have werewolf vibes: "this is something inside me and when I let it out, you should run." This is a good song to depict prowling around town, looking for trouble.

-Life on Mars? (David Bowie)

An intentional parallel to Side A, another Bowie track using aliens as a metaphor for alienation. This one's a bit grittier, more critical of society, and more explicitly Queer, which is why it's on this side.

-Werewolf Gimmick (The Mountain Goats)

Like I said, this vibe is strong. The theme of performance (and taking that performance too far) is also a good link to the way a Kaiju User might play with their public image.

-V: The Stand (Man or Machine) (The Protomen)

This song ruled my college years. With a fight imminent, two people who would rather not fight argue, proving why they have to. In your games, the primary Kaiju User can even be either side of the fight, depending on how you've built things up.

-It Has To Be This Way - Platinum Mix (Jimmy Gnecco)

Meme music it may be, but this is great for being the next phase of that argument as the fists start flying. It's only from one perspective, which is fun, because the speaker might be completely off-base about the similarities between the two fighters (which is the case in the game it's written for, a lot of the memes and such overlook that).

-Foreign Object (The Mountain Goats)

Kaiju Users are often at a disadvantage, and this song really captures the spirit of fighting uphill because you're meaner and even if you can't win, you'll make your opponent regret it.

-KARATE (BABYMETAL)

This is the song for the main fight here, picked mostly for sheer kinetic energy. BABYMETAL's trademark pop idol/heavy metal contrast here is the symbol for the fact that a lot of Kaiju may be city-destroying beasts, but people on the internet will still look at them and say "what a good dog!"

-Light Up The Night (The Protomen)

Sometimes, winning means being willing to burn yourself up.

-Hero (The Verve Pipe)

The mirror spot to When You're Evil for a reason. This is the truth at the core of that facade, that underneath the way they scorn humanity and embrace their outcast status with mischief, they really long to be accepted. And something that GoL tries to say is that you can be, even if your powers are scary and destructive, you can still be a hero, no matter what your self-loathing says.

-ZERO to INFINITY (Miyano Mamoru)

Another track from the franchise, this is the theme to the web series Ultra Galaxy Fight: The Absolute Conspiracy, which is mostly a big crossover punch-em-up. But here, I like the optimism of saying you can get to the end of your path as long as you keep pushing, which can be applied to Kaiju Users of many different moral orientations.

Whew! So I started out trying to not repeat artists at all, let alone on the same playlist, but it couldn't be helped, Beat The Champ by The Mountain Goats is the best album about wrestling ever (not a high bar, mind, but it's very good), and the parallels between pro wrestling and tokusatsu are very deep. Anyway, have fun, let me know your thoughts on the listening experience, and play the game!

[violetswritingg]

Only in Darkness

Jason Todd X OFC!

Description:

"Only in Darkness can you see the stars."

Or

Marlowe Knight stumbling upon a girl prophesied to end the world and going on the adventure of a life time.

Rating: M (Blood, cannon typical violence, sibling rivalry, scars, torture, trauma, angsttttt)

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17

After watching Kory blow a hole through a tractor and Gar strip naked, all eyes fell to Marlowe. The girl gripping onto the Staff a little tighter, especially under Gar's bright smile and wild eyes. The kid looking like he was going to burst from all of the unasked questions.

"Okay Marlowe." Dick motioned for her to take the floor. The girl stepped up, mindlessly twirling the Staff as she took in the space.

"Are you really Stargirl?" Gar blurted out and Marlowe glanced over her shoulder with a smirk.

Marlowe threw up the Staff, running for the hay bales. Watching the Staff as they came down and running on the small platform the haybales created. Her hands finding the rod and it's shifting light like glue. Using her momentum to swing around once before stopping at the top in a handstand. Legs separated as her body bent at the waist, the toes of her boots connecting to the Staff as she swung back around. Left standing on the Staff she looked down at the group below her with a smirk and a gleam in her eye.

She had only been able to do what she did next a couple of times in competition, and received a deduction every time because it wasn't legal anymore but she couldn't help throwing it into her impromptu routine. Crouching down slightly she threw her arms back as she pushed off, laughing as she completed the full rotation backwards and her hands caught the bar again.

Swinging around one more time before releasing, completing a backflip, the Staff racing to meet her feet as she rode it like a surfboard around the space. Marlowe twisting off the edge of the Staff, feet landing firmly on the ground and not moving until she was doing a back handspring, back tuck to kill time for the Staff to fall. Which it did, letting her catch it perfectly and whirl on the balls of her feet as she twirled the Staff. Leveling the business end of Cosmo at the hay bales she started on and firing a cosmic blast.

She heard the shouts of surprise as the hay bales exploded, raining hay down onto Marlowe. Who stood with a large grin, her aura lighter than the others had seen until this point. Marlowe was barely effected by the amount of physical movement she just performed.

"To answer your question Gar. Yes. Yes I am." Marlowe chuckled as the boy visibly freaked out but tried to keep his composure.

"Do you not have bones?" Kory asked looking at the girl with wide eyes and a dropped jaw, "Also what happened to not having enough blood?"

Marlowe shrugged and grinned, leaning her weight on the Staff.

"How does it work?" Gar asked stepping closer and reaching out to touch Cosmo.

"Not an it." Marlowe's voice overlapped with Dick, Kory, and Rachel's. Gar looked around them all with shock. Nodding quickly along with them.

"Sorry, how do 'they' work?" Gar tentatively asked and Marlowe hesitated.

"They were created by my grandfather, Ted. The original-"

"Starman. That is so cool." Gar breathed and winced at Marlowe's narrowed eyes. Clearing his throat and offering a quiet apology.

"He created the Staff along with another device called the cosmic belt. Which is just Cosmo in belt form. Back in the thirties, fought with Wonder Woman in the All-star squadron during the war and helped develop the atomic bomb." Marlowe started, finally explaining her family's history, "To dumb it down, they're powered by cosmic radiation, so, UV, gamma rays, the moon, stars. Stuff like that."

Marlowe continued, bringing the Staff up into her hands, holding them horizontally before letting them go. Leaving the Staff to hover on their own.

"My uncle picked up the staff when he was twenty-two and died two weeks later during an attack by the Mist. He sent out his kids to attack Starman's kids. As some kind of last ditch effort for revenge before he finally lost his marbles. My uncle and my dad. My dad survived. Picked up the Staff and went after The Mist and his kids. They were dealt with, and my brother was supposed to take over after my dad but uh – things didn't work out and so I took over after my dad got injured and stepped down."

"Wasn't he part of the Justice League too?" Gar asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Yeah, for a bit." Marlowe nodded. Seeming to be done with rehashing her family history.

"How do you control them?" Gar pushed farther.

"They're bonded to my mental commands." Marlowe spoke as she held out her arms and slowly spun in a circle, the Staff bending opposite directions around her. "It doesn't always happen like that, I was lucky that the Staff liked me so much."

Marlowe also knew that some of it was the past bonding the Staff had with her dad.

"Any other questions?" Marlowe looked at the group, "Going once, twice, and that's it. Show's over." Marlowe clapped and the Staff powered down, falling into her hands with grace as she walked back to the peanut gallery.

"Okay so we have Sun woman, Tiger boy, and Stargirl. There's definitely potential there." Dick clapped his hands in front of him.

"Rachel you're next." Gar grinned; Marlowe watched the grin on the girl in question's face fall.

"No. No, I could hurt someone."

"Hurting people is kind of the idea here." Kory piped up and Marlowe just rolled her eyes.

"I could hurt one of you." Rachel shook her head and Marlowe sighed. Walking up to the girl and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Time and practice Rachel. That's how you gain control." Marlowe reminded her and the girl just looked up and Marlowe with worried eyes, "Everything is gonna be okay."

"It's a part of you. You gotta stop being afraid of it." Dick backed Marlowe up in the tense moment.

"Something could go wrong-" Rachel moved a step back from Marlowe, effectively cutting off contact with the older girl.

"You can do this Rachel." Dick encouraged, the girl looking between Dick and Marlowe. Marlowe nodding as Dick moved away from the center. Giving Rachel the space.

When Rachel did step forward it took a second for anything to happen, a large black cloud coming from the girl as her arms lifted out to the sides of her body. Marlowe gripped Cosmo a little tighter, the Staff still asleep under her fingers.

The cloud swirled with vicious movements, darker than anything Marlowe had ever seen, when it started to fluctuate Marlowe took a slow step forward from her spot beside Gar, the Staff slowly coming to awareness under their user's grip. Dick following their example and slowly gaining ground.

"Rachel...." Marlowe called, her knees softening. Her eyes hesitant and cautious as she continued to creep closer.

"Okay, bring it back in." Dick called, only to be ignored. Then an inky tendril broke free from the swirling chaos, making it's way to Dick. Marlowe stepped in front of the man and blasted the tendril without hesitation. Her blast mixing with one from Kory and sending her, Kory, and Dick flying back.

Rachel screamed like an animal that had been burned, the black chaos retreating into her body. The girl fell to her knees when it was all said and done.

Marlowe groaned at the ache in her back, laid on the ground in the middle of Kory and Dick and hating every moment. Dick recovered faster than either of the woman did and hopped to his feet, calling Rachel's name in concern.

"Stay back." Rachel's voice was distorted, twisted with something dark that sent shivers down Marlowe's spine. Rachel got it under control and turned back to see Marlowe climbing to her feet with help from the Staff.

"I'm fine." Rachel breathed.

"You sure?" Dick asked, wanting confirmation.

"Did we hurt you?" Kory asked for both Marlowe and herself. Concern heavy in both woman's eyes.

"I-I just need a little-little more practice. That's all." Rachel answered, reserved. Marlowe seeing the guilt on the girl's face and sighing.

"So, uh, we all did our thing. What's your thing dude." Gar asked, looking to Dick, ever the proponent of the conversation. Marlowe rested the end of the Staff on the ground, looping her arm around the metal and leaning against them. Looking at Dick out of the corner of her eye, waiting to see what he was going to do.

"I can keep you alive." Is what the man responded with and Marlowe had to hide the snort of laughter she couldn't stop with a cough.

"The air is really dry." She waved her hand, her lips curled up a bit at the edges.

~~*~~

Lynwood, Illinois

2018

"How long till he's fully cooked?" Asked Dr. Adamson, watching the screen as the man screamed while strapped down to the chair. Eyes looking at something in the distance, out of focus and terrified. The doctor beside him doing the same.

"Within the hour." She responded and a sickeningly pleased grin lit up Adamson's face.

"Good," He breathed, "I want dad to meet his new family." Composing himself in a professional manner as he turned to the person sitting in one of the chairs in front of Adamson's desk. The man partially obscured by shadows as he flipped through a manilla folder of photos and reports. All the information he needed. His fingers stopping over one photo of the bottle blonde toting a long black bag on her shoulder as she loaded into a car.

"I understand it's a bit personal for you, a family affair one might say. Is that going to be a problem for you?" The older man asked, his grin disarming but off. His lips just a little too wide while his eyes were just too empty. Dead.

"Not at all." The Mist shimmered, his eyes glowing bright green before disappearing in a cloud of black and poisonous venom.

~~*~~

Marlowe found a place on the roof, throwing down the Staff's carrier case as she released her friend. A soft smile on her face as she listened to the quite chirps the Staff let out, pushing an ear bud into her ear. Leaving the other hanging, the chord going to her phone under her hoodie, the Gotham Knights logo on the front, a little worn but still in decent condition. Two sizes two big on her frame and warm against the biting wind.

Marlowe, out of pure boredom found herself going through old training exercises. With only a fraction of the effort they really needed. Breathing deeply between every move in her own version of tai chi.

"You never stop do you?" She wasn't surprised by Dick's voice popping up behind her. "How did you even get up here?"

"I climbed." She responded, her voice flat. She smirked at Dick's audible sigh, stopping what she was doing and letting the Staff free float as she hopped up onto the ledge around the roof. Crossing her feet at the ankle as she leaned her weight on her hands slightly behind her. "What's up?"

"You disappear a lot, you know that?" Dick chuckled and shook his head, walking up beside her, still leaving about a foot between them. His jacket covered elbows against the ledge.

"Not intentionally. I picked up a lot from Bruce." Marlowe shrugged, watching as Dick winced.

"No one deserves that." Marlowe narrowed her eyes at the man, and he seemed to realize he had said the wrong thing. "How did you two even meet? Jack stopped coming around when I was a kid, just disappeared."

"That would be my fault," Marlowe chuckled, meeting Dick's confused glance, "He pulled out of the Justice League after Sadie, his then girlfriend now wife, found me on their doorstep." Marlowe was careful to keep her voice neutral as she turned away from Dick, "After Kyle... I spent my recovery in the hospital and when I went home, I was cleared to go for the Olympic trials in Rio that year. I went, I saw, I failed." Marlowe chuckled without humor, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "I got really depressed, flunked out of my senior year and had to do make up credits to get my GED. I was going nowhere, anytime soon. I was down in the basement one day, just watching all the crime that was happening in the city because Starman wasn't there to stop it anymore. People were getting hurt, dying." Marlowe shook her head with a huff, "I could feel this like, buzzing in my head and it was the Staff..." Cosmo floated over with a gentle shift of light and low vibrations, "I all but demanded my dad to train me and he did. About a year after I took up the mantle Batman made a visit to Opal, introductions were made. And let's just say I didn't hold back as much as I could have on some stops and next thing I know my dad is shipping me off to Gotham to learn more discipline from the master of it." Marlowe shrugged, "You can see how well that sunk in." Marlowe played with her hands, eyes dark with guilt. "That's when I found out that Bruce is technically my God father." Marlowe added on as an afterthought. Dick choked on air and Marlowe's head jerked over to him, eyes wide in surprise and mild concern.

"You good?"

"Yeah, just- I didn't know about that." Dick shrugged, composing himself once again.

"That makes two of us..." Marlowe muttered, her eyebrows twisting in contemplation, "That was the first time I was shipped off to Gotham, I went one more time for an extended stay. I was in Gotham when I found out about The Mist breaking out of Belle Reve."

"I never heard about Stargirl in Gotham though..." Dick trialed off.

"I didn't use Cosmo when I was there. Dad had Bruce promise to only let me use them during training. I was given an alternate all black suit, something between Batman without the cape and Catwoman. Mostly did recon stuff, a lot of the fights I was in were indoors and away from public eyes." Marlowe shrugged and Dick nodded slowly.

"What was it like?" Dick asked slowly, as if he was actively trying to stop his mouth from moving as he was speaking.

"What was what like?" Marlowe responded with a question.

"Fighting with him, training. What did he make you do?"

"A lot of sparring," Marlowe started.

"The sun isn't even up yet, why are we?" Jason complained, leaning on the wooden pole Marlowe had given him. Bruce asking her to help train Jason while he was out of town for a few days on Wayne Enterprises business, give him some pointers, tips and tricks. Which she happily agreed to, not wanting to tell the Dark Knight no.

"You didn't even go on patrol last night, stop whining." Marlowe scoffed and got into a defensive position, fully alert and awake even though she was running on three hours of semi-sleep, pop tarts, and a mixture of monster and coffee that would give anyone else a heart attack.

"How are you awake right now?" Jason asked getting into a sloppy copy of her stance.

"Never went to bed." Marlowe said, darting forward and pulling Jason's feet out from under him, the boy wheezing out an 'oof' and groaning.

"You're just as bad as Bruce."

"Thanks." Marlowe smirked and held out a hand to help him up. Jason grinning, fully awake now, and grabbing on. Pulling her to the ground and rolling on top of her, her wooden staff rolling out of her hands as a yelp exited her lips.

"Can I go back to sleep now?" He smirked, pinning her wrists, but leaving her legs free.

"Nope," She kneed his tailbone and kicked him over her head, flipping with him and sitting on his stomach and he groaned. "Rookie mistake, never leave the legs free." She stood and once again offered him help up, pulling back when he reached up, a warning look on her face, laughing at the 'I'm so done' look on Jason's face. Pulling him up and patting him on the back before grabbing her wooden staff again and motioning for Jason to do the same.

"I hate you." He muttered.

"But you love how I look in red." Marlowe laughed, and they started again.

"And a lot of meditation." Marlowe chuckled, eyes gleaming in a way Dick wasn't used to with her.

"This will be invaluable when getting interrogated. Calm your mind, and stick to the facts. Breathe normally, spine straight." Bruce walked behind the two teens, his bostaff tapping the bottom of Jason's spine. The boy sitting up straighter with a huff.

Marlowe tried her best to not chuckle but was caught by Bruce, who used his bostaff to tap her forehead. Tipping her over and onto her back. Laughter erupting from her, Jason cracking up right after.

Bruce huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for them to calm down. Marlowe collected herself, pushing up and leaning back onto one of her hands as they supported her weight, the other coming up to wipe away a small tear. Jason still chuckling at the girl. Bruce recognizing the semi-sparkle in the boy's eyes as he watched Marlowe and with a shake of his head he was tapping his staff on the ground getting their attention once again.

"Again."

"Not the worst thing I've ever been through." Marlowe finished, running her hands over her legging covered thighs. "The patrols were brutal though, seven out of ten times it was raining and freezing and never have I ever had to stop more muggings in one night than when I was in Gotham. Made me appreciate Opal city a bit more." Marlowe laughed, her lips formed into an easy grin. "I will say this though, I missed Gotham when I wasn't there." Marlowe's grin faded into something more soft, intimate. Her eyes far away as she seemingly remembered something.

"It has that effect." Dick commiserated and Marlowe nodded along with him. Knowing they weren't on the same page but not knowing how to tell him that there was a new Robin, or if she even should.

"Do you ever think you'll go back there?" Marlowe treaded carefully.

"I-" Dick started but abruptly stopped, his jaw snapping shut as he thought, "I don't know, probably not. My time there is over, I'm not Robin anymore... so no."

"But you're still Dick Grayson, Ward of Bruce Wayne. What's stopping you?" Marlowe probably pushed too far but she couldn't stop herself from asking.

"What's stopping you?" Dick parroted back and Marlowe easy going mood took a turn. Dick wincing at how quickly her face dropped.

"You know why. Don't act like we're the same Dick, you're running away from something, I'm running to something. So that I can go home and have the peace of mind that the people I love are safe, and can't get hurt by him just because he hates me." Marlowe hopped down from the ledge, powering down Cosmo and placing them into their carrier, "I'm gonna go get some rest."

With that Marlowe hopped over the side of the roof and disappeared. Dick glancing over to see her just gone and shook his head. Taking in the view one last time before turning and doing the same.

~~*~~

Marlowe tried to sleep, she really did. But ended up on a perimeter sweep instead, her brain on overdrive with plans and figuring out how to move forward with them with the delay that had imposed itself on her progress.

She just wanted to be done with it all. It had been so long and so many people had been hurt at this point. Marlowe could see the end in sight, but her hands shook as she reached out to grasp it and she didn't know if the downtime right now was helping or only making it worse.

There was something bothering her and she didn't know what it was, warning signs blaring in her mind for no apparent reason but her gut telling her she needed to do a sweep.

Marlowe stopped on a dime when the lights cut out as she cursed out loud, her feet taking to Rachel's room. Passing by Dick's, the ice bucket and wine bottle on the floor, cubes melting under her shoes, the door busted in and the room a mess.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." Marlowe cursed again and took off with more speed. Shoes sliding as she bolted into her room, hands grabbing her case and throwing it open.

~~*~~

Marlowe was running through the building, taking each corner with Cosmo ready to fire, she had come across the disaster in the hallway where Rachel and Gar's rooms where. Pushing herself to go faster at the sight.

Following the sound of fighting down the stairs that led to the parking lot. Marlowe arriving in a ball of light through the smoke just as Dick landed on his feet. Bostaff extended in his gloved grip. The two vigilantes sharing a look as Marlowe planted herself beside him.

"I've been waiting for this." Marlowe grinned and launched herself at the kids, Dick taking on the parents. Marlowe sweeping low to avoid getting a bat to the head, kicking out and taking his feet out from under him. Slamming Cosmo down onto his leg, smirking at the sound of bone crunching.

Marlowe turned on a dime, dodging the sharp end of the sister's bullwhip. Grabbing it and pulling it toward her. Using Cosmo to clothesline the girl and kick her away. The kids were back up in a flash and Marlowe found herself backed up against Dick, the two seamlessly fighting together.

The father swinging at Dick, the man in his suit dodging, Marlowe grabbing the man's fist and pulling him to her. Tossing him over her shoulder and stomping on his neck. Dick swinging his staff to redirect the sister's bullwhip, causing the sharp end to get imbedded into her brother's shoulder. Marlowe and Dick splitting up at that moment. Dick slamming his staff down on the taught connecting line between the siblings, Marlowe running at one of the parked cars and jumping onto the trunk, running to the roof and leaping off.

Her hands meeting Cosmo's body as she swung her feet into the mom's face. Twisting as she came down, swinging the Staff at the father's feet, who was up again and being a nuisance. Marlowe bashed Cosmo down into his ribs multiple times, telling him in her head to stay down.

Dick fought the sister, catching her arm in an arm bar and breaking the bone as the mom attacked him. Kicking the woman away from him and kicking her daughter down before throwing one of his signature R's. The blade landing right above the woman's eye.

"You should put your toys away when your done with them." Marlowe felt her rage explode as she went in on the woman. The father going after Dick.

Twirling Cosmo, Marlowe knocked the woman's arm, the throwing R flying away. The Staff being used as a blunt instrument in a series of hits, knee, hip, ribs. Marlowe flipping around her and taking the blunt end and slamming it in between her shoulder blades. Dodging any attempts from the mother with her electric saw.

A roar distracted Marlowe and she watched as Gar, in tiger form, chomped down onto the brother's bat and tossed him away. Rachel activating her abilities and going after the sister. Marlowe wasn't watching the mother and it cost her. The woman's electric saw landing on Marlowe's arm, but thankfully not getting through her suit.

Marlowe frowned and grabbed the woman's wrist, twisting her arm away at a painful angle. Using that grip to kick in her other knee and kick between her shoulder blades when she fell to the ground. Cosmo coming to her open hand as she grounded herself. Knees softening as she got into a fighting stance. Dick beside her, Kory on her other side, Rachel on Dick's other side as Gar lept up onto the same car Marlowe had used earlier and roared as the mother stood up. Saw back in hand with a grin on her face until she saw who she was up against by herself.

"Well," She breathed, dropping the saw and smoothing out a strand of hair by her face, "Look at the mess we made."

~~*~~

[sebeth]

All-Star Squadron #7

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

“Carnage For Christmas” by Roy Thomas, Adrian Gonzales, and Jerry Ordway.

The December 22, 1941 edition of the Washington World’s headline states “JSA Disbands”, “Decision Rumored Since Dec. 9 Confirmed”, and “Statement Reveals Eight Current Members Have Enlisted In Armed Services Under Real Names!”

Private Al Pratt (Atom) strolls the streets of Washington DC and bumps into a giant of a man.  Al goes his own way as we follow the giant.  The giant’s revealed to be Baron Blitzkrieg. The Baron and his henchmen plan to assassinate Winston Churchill, scheduled to visit the United States, and President Franklin D. Roosevelt. Blitzkrieg first debuted in World’s Finest Comics #246, published in 1977.

Al is suspicious of the rude foreigner but puts them aside as he doesn’t want to be like “the paranoids who’re finding Axis spies under every bed, since Pearl Harbor”.

Al, now dressed in his Atom costume, visits FDR at the White House.  FDR asks about the other members of the Justice Society. 

“I’m in training to be a tank-corpsman myself, stationed in Virginia but then, you already know that, don’t you, or else Pvt. Al Pratt wouldn’t have gotten a special leave to report here tonight.  Hawkman’s a Tyro – a ‘Dodo” I think they call ‘em in the Army Air Force on the west coast while Sandman’s looking forward to handling the 37-mm. anti-aircraft cannon. And Dr. Fate, who’s spanned the gaps between the worlds, will soon be practicing to be a parachute trooper. Though he’s technically blind…in a way…Dr. Mid-Nite’s alter ego has been commissioned a captain in the medical corps. He and his assistant Myra are in the Pacific war zone right not, working on a crash cure for tropical fever.  Starman’s other self is in flight training, too…at Fort Randolph, near San Antonio, while Johnny Thunder’s joined the Navy, heaven help it!  The Spectre’s keeping busy here at home but the last I heard, even Green Lantern had enlisted!  I’m not sure about our other honorary JSA’ers…”

Props to Myra for following Dr. Mid-Nite into the war.  That is love and loyalty.  If you’ve read Geoff John’s JSA, you know that poor Myra suffers a violent end. Yes, it’s due to her association with Dr. Mid-Nite.  People theorize that Charles was gay and if so, I feel sorry for Myra.  Charles would have loved her but not in the romantic sense. I feel Myra would have been willing to be his “beard” in the less enlightened times of the mid-20th century.  It’s surprising the duo never married – as romantic partners or platonic partners.  Neither Charles or Myra married anyone else.  Of course, Wesley Dodds and Dian Belmont never married.  The Justice Society was filled with individuals rebelling against society’s expectations!

The Flash and Hourman are the members of the JSA not mentioned by the Atom. Unbeknown to the JSA or the Squadron, Hourman is a prisoner of war in Japan but the Flash’s whereabouts are a mystery.

The honorary members are Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, possibly Robin?  Ma Hunkel, the original Red Tornado, was later revealed to be an honorary member.

Ma Hunkel wouldn’t have been active.  I haven’t read much Golden Age Wonder Woman but I assume Diana was involved with the U.S. army in some capacity given her connection to Steve Trevor and Etta Candy.

Superman wouldn’t join the military as he needs to stay far away from the Spear of Destiny’s influence.

Robin is underage so he wouldn’t be eligible for the military.  Batman is a surprise.  The rest of the non-superhuman members joined the various military branches but Bruce decided staying home and punching robbers in the face was more important. Maybe he felt he was needed at home to run Wayne Enterprises?  Of course, Green Lantern runs his own company, and it didn’t stop him from enlisting.

FDR ushers the Atom into the next room where Hawkgirl, Liberty Belle, Johnny Quick, Robotman, Firebrand II and the Shining Knight are waiting.

Atom questions FDR: “But what about Plastic Man?  If it’s old home week, shouldn’t our FBI liaison be here?”

FDR informs the Atom that Plastic Man is “on special assignment, alas…but he sends his regards.”

FDR tells the heroes about a suspected plot to assassinate Winston Churchill.  FRD orders the heroes to escort Churchill to the White House.

Hawkgirl, Liberty Belle, and Sir Justin patrol the sky.  Liberty hitches a ride on Winged Victory.  Hawkgirl complains about the cold.  Well, you are the one wearing a bikini top in December.

Firebrand and Johnny Quick patrol the roads.  Johnny reveals he’s bought a Christmas gift for Liberty Belle.

Robotman and the Atom are at the piers waiting for Churchill’s ship.  Robotman and Atom continue their mutual admiration-inferiority contest. Atom wishes he was built like a tank and Robotman would love to be human.

The ship arrives at the pier but is bombarded by German torpedos.  The All-Stars work together to save the ship and crew.  They also capture the German U-boat.  Baron Blitzkrieg switches out the real Churchill with a robot duplicate during the chaos.

Liberty Belle realizes Churchill isn’t the real one when he doesn’t recognize her despite meeting her months ago.  Churchill approaches FDR and explodes!  Everything’s okay as FDR was Plastic Man in disguise: “The FBI – and the Secret Service, natch – were afraid something like this might happen so I took his place.”

The All-Stars rescue Churchill but Baron Blitzkrieg escapes.

The issue ends with Churchill and FDR addressing the crowds on Christmas Eve.

An average issue. Most Nazi comic book villains are boring and one-dimensional to me – Red Skull, Baron Blitzkrieg, etc. In real life, Nazis are terrifying and repulsive. In comics, they’re boring. Highlights of the issue were the Libby-Johnny romance and the Atom-Robotman mutual inferiority-admiration society.

[batmanego]

reading list:

GEN 13 MASTER READ

original series: 22/77

gen 13: the unreal world [not started]

generation 13/gen x [not started]

generation x/gen 13 [not started] [yes this and the other one are different books]

gen 13 bootleg [not started]

gen 13: wired [not started]

gen 13: divine intervention [not started]

gen 13: medicine song [not started]

gen 13 2002 [not started]

gen 13 2006 [not started]

gen 13: armageddon [not started]

midnighter (2015) [not started]*

midnighter and apollo [not started]*

authority: the lost year [not started]*

ps238: fuck if i know how many issues in i am

sandman hellblazer

starman*

witch doctor

keeping up with:

legion of x

wildcats 2022 :/

(entries marked with * are rereads)