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grjarchive · 2 years
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Until the Night Turns (1988)
The second Strange Trails story brought the nascent series into even more esoteric territory. Until the Night Turns begins the Johnnie Redmayne trilogy - the core part of it, as it would be followed by a sequel and a prequel. All of this, of course, exists in a subjective reality tied through storytelling to the series' continual framing device.
At George's Place, a rough-and-tumble leather-jacketed biker gang called the World Enders hangs out in the corner most nights. One of those nights, talk turns to lost family, and burly greaser Dale Redmayne tells a story about his brother, Johnnie. "Dead?" asks the barkeep; "Ain't so simple as dead or alive," Dale says, and begins his tale.
In Dale's story, Johnnie trips into the desert with his girl. The text turns a little bit Kerouac, a little bit Hunter S. Thompson, a clear sign of some of George Ranger Johnson's influences during the Strange Trails period. The drinking and drugs start spinning Johnnie's head, and here things get weird. Apocalyptic visions intertwine with the carefree thrills of the night. And briefly, at the climax of the story, we meet him. Who? As of yet it's unclear, but a figure that would become one of the pivotal characters of the series makes his first appearance.
And the canyon tearing the earth apart was grooved and rutted, treaded, patterned with jagged crevasses from which was pouring forth the fire, and Johnnie knew, it would keep on until it was all only fire across all that the night blanketed, but who had laid that track? Because the track that touched the infernal abyss was the track of a rattler, an old motorbike with its gears hanging on by thread and will and a hundred years of oil-stick, and there HE was, astride the rattler, like a cowboy, like ol’ Huron himself, taming a wild bronco, riding through the night, riding like the night, the fire pouring from his skull and scorching off all that might have been flesh and skin to leave just the shining ash bone. He'd never stop riding, and he'd never stop leaving his track, the size of the Great Canyon but pouring out the fires, more and more fire until it burned all the stars out of the sky. That was what he was riding for, the World Ender, and he was riding before them now. "Don't look away, baby," Johnnie told her. "Don't close your eyes. See him, baby. Don't close your eyes."
Johnnie's fate is left ambiguous in Dale's story. As he said, it's not as simple as dead or alive. But then, in one of GRJ's trademark cliffhangers, stalwart Buck Vernon stands up from his poker game, throwing in his hand, the eights and aces of spades and clubs. Buck had just come through that self-same desert, he says, and he's got another story to tell that just might be of interest.
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May you live until you die!
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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years
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What if we're unmade when the stars fade? Keep me going till the night turns into the day
Dan Humphrey + Strange Trails (4/?)
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m340700 · 1 month
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wip
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yeniihuenii · 1 year
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it’s xiao’s birthday today!!! happy birthday my beloved!
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julykings · 9 months
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by candlelight
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somegrumpynerd · 2 months
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I felt like drawing the boys just hanging out, because what is the point of living in your boss's huge castle with your new teammates if it's not a slumber party every day
Also I might colour in that last one cause I like how it turned out c:
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tanglepelt · 1 year
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Dp x dc idea 24
Jason can feel himself being drawn somewhere in the Midwest. He’s busy with his own bs to deal with it. It’s only when he hops on a motorcycle and starts riding that way he admits it may be a concern.
One things for sure he’s not telling Bruce.
Cass, Tim and Damian show up asking him if he feels it to. They all agree it’s turned more into a pull now.
The four say f it and go off to investigate. Jason has his guns, Damian his sword, Tim his paranoia and Cass is just Cass.
Meanwhile Danny in amity park is freaking out that apparently he was the new ghost king. So many ghost had popped through to meet him. They just wouldn’t stop coming. Claiming he was calling them to greet their new king.
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bbreaddog · 6 months
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(Keeps getting put into situations while overstimulated)
Inspired by this meme
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phoenixcatch7 · 1 year
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The Wayne doll house
Have some haunted doll au, since it's been bubbling away in my mind.
The bat cave is large and sprawling, many layers and tunnels and hollowed out cracks in the walls. It takes many years to fully reinforce to prevent stray kids from tripping into stagnant waters or fall down crags as he once did. The doll cave, as it becomes known, is in one of the deepest, darkest corners, one where the lights of the furnished caverns above don't reach.
It's one late night sitting at the computer when it suddenly occurs to Bruce that his first encounter with a doll was at the well entrance, many levels above.
There was nothing there when he went back.
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The justice league stared at the subaru. The subaru, having no eyes, did not stare back.
The seven of them had just finished a very long, arduous mission, and narrowly escaped government censure after the base they'd been raiding had turned out to belong to some corrupt official. With the alert up, they couldn't escape through city airspace, or even in their hero suits.
So civilian it was.
Batman had hotwired some bloke's car while the rest of them ducked into alleys and shop bathrooms, but the problem remained. There was seven of them. And five seats.
"I can shift into something more suitable for being carried," suggested j'onn, "but I believe one of us might have to hide."
"Foot well?" Hal tried, and everyone looked around at the tall, bulky, broad heroes.
"Think they'd have to go in the boot," Barry finally said. Everyone immediately turned to him. "No."
Batman spoke up before the discussion could devolve.
"I think.... I would be best for that."
The team stared.
"Batsy?"
Having no lungs meant he could not drag in the tired sigh he wished, but whatever force allowed this body to talk was capable of approximating something suitably resigned.
"As I am, I am... incapable of fully passing as human. It would be best if I remained out of sight."
"So just? Go change? I swear we won't be weird about whoever you are under the mask. Even if you're like, bald."
"Thank you, Wally, but I'm afraid I'm being serious." Reaching for the mask in broad daylight was unpleasant, but the glue and wires held as he gave it a few thorough tugs. "It doesn't detach."
Everyone stared. Clark reached out as if he wanted to check, but withdrew.
"Do you even have a civilian identity??" Oliver eventually asked. "Because at this point I'm genuinely not sure."
Wayne Enterprises and Queen Industries had a meeting that same evening. "Hn."
"Can we go back to the 'incapable of passing as human' part?!"
"We can discuss it in the car," he snapped, stalking past Barry and popping the boot. "In case you haven't forgotten, we're on a time limit."
For once, that seemed to encourage them, and batman, with great dignity, folded his joints and cape into the small space, ignoring Hal's mutter of 'what kind of contortionist -' as he slammed the lid. With a little shuffling he managed to activate his comms.
"I will inform the watchtower of our delay."
"Batman, they're tapping all outgoing signals, you can't -"
"It won't trigger," he interrupted, before he twisted his consciousness and sent it spiralling across the country.
Bruce awoke with a groan, stretching his limbs and taking a moment to marinate in his annoyance before he reached for the comm and voice modulator on the beside table.
"Batman to watchtower, we've encountered delays. If the Texan state government calls we haven't entered the state in six weeks. Batman out."
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"Alien?"
"No."
"Reanimated corpse?"
"No."
"Uh... Demon?"
"Hm. No."
"You're not just a meta human, are you?"
"No."
"Vampire?"
"No."
"Robot??"
"No."
"Batsy, please, someone's got to win the bet eventually. How do we even know you're not lying?!"
"You don't," Batman said, not looking up from his paperwork and Flash groaned, letting his sticky notes fall to the floor as he buried his head in his arms.
"One day," he bemoaned to the keyboard, "one day we'll figure it out."
"Until then please keep your eyes on the monitors."
Flash groaned again.
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Robin ducked under superman's arm as he scuttled down the corridor, laden with the night's haul of snacks. The real problem wasn't getting them - stopping league members from raiding the kitchen would be extremely counterproductive - but keeping them until he could return home to his human body to eat them. Batman had started searching him each time they left and it was really cutting into his daily sugar intake. Unfair! Just because he didn't actually use energy to stay up my night to fight crime, it felt like he did!!
'Oh, you're broken, Robin, oh, don't go out until the glue has fully set, Robin' his arm was fine! It wasn't like there was much crime to be fought on the watchtower anyway! At least not physically.
So he was pretty pleased with himself until he went to set the snacks down and found that the tar like glue they used had soaked through the sleeve and gotten all over his chocolates.
With his other hand, he tried to pry them off, wincing as the wrappers tore and stuck. He tried to shake it, ignoring the way his elbow rattled in the joint.
"Come on, come on - aw, cheezits."
The arm fell off. Robin stared despondently at the limb, surrounded by torn wrappers and dripping black glue where it connected to the elbow. The sour stink of formaldehyde filled the air.
He was going to be in such trouble with Bruce.
The click of the door jerked his head up.
Flash stood in the doorway, wide eyed. Robin stared back.
Flash screamed.
Oh yeah @dehydratedmockingbird have a thing
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frownyalfred · 2 months
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I think DC fic writers should steal the fanon "clones get their names by challenging someone with a cool name to a duel" trope and have that be how the Robin mantle is passed on. And then not just the Robin mantle, but Nightwing, Red Hood, all of them -- if you can challenge them and beat them, you have a right to the name.
Maybe you let them keep operating in that role, but that name is yours if you want it.
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b4kuch1n · 1 year
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and the storm he was driving/washed it away/in the eye there was a silence
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xofeno · 9 months
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CHICAGO P.D. 6.15, "Good Men" (2019)
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laurapetrie · 1 year
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UNE FEMME COQUETTE (1955) dir. by Jean-Luc Godard
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blakbonnet · 3 months
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he's ready for their date night actually
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i have never felt this uniquely insane about a character <3 i cant get a read on him
#what is his DEAL#im usually really good at pegging a character's intentions / general vibe#BUT IM GETTING SO MANY MIXED SIGNALS THAT I JUST DONT KNOW#his off the charts rizz is fucking up my geiger counter#is he evil? is he a victim? a pawn/minion? does he have good intentions? neutral ones? bad ones?#I CANT TELL#welcome home#wally darling#i mean im team 'wally is a victim just trying to help / protect his friends (maybe the 'viewer')'#and home is maybe the main villian but also not bc the villain is the abstract force of cosmic horror manifesting as the chasm under home#and it has simply infected home or possessed it#and welcome home's whole deal is cosmic horror from a puppet's perspective#and they all need to stick together like glue to get through the Ordeals and Situations#and wally's just trying to keep his friends safe and the neighborhood together and fix home#BUT if it turns out wally is straight up evil then. yknow. i support his wrongs <3#he could do literally anything and id be twirling my hair cheering and clapping#i love his big hair and gay little outfit#ever since i watched night minds video he hasnt left my brain. i think he's eating it#like i want him dead. i want him to be happy. i want to beat his little body against a wall until his stuffing comes out. i want to hug him#he is everything to me. he activates my maiming instincts but also my cherish instincts#i want him to get all the hugs from his friends#god i cant wait for this whole enchilada to kick off its gonna be a DOOZY#i trust clown's brilliant mind no matter which way they take this#absolutely fascinating stuff. i already know im in this for the long haul
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willowser · 7 months
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ROOMMATE BAKUGOU. maybe he’s saving u and u guys get hit with a quirk that means you have to stay within like 20(?) feet of each other something something u stay with him at his big lonely empty house and u make it feel like home something something the quirk wears off or the villain who quirked u two is found and undoes their quirk on you two but bkg doesn’t want you to go :(
OMG I DO LIKE THIS ?????? the idea that a quirk forces you two together......not to make this funny, but the hilarity of ACTUALLY being stuck with him akfjridjkala you're sitting right outside the door as he's taking a shower LOL
but no that's the most special part to me 🥺🥺 you go through these motions and develop these short-term habits—remembering to turn the tv down after a certain hour bc he goes to bed early, making dinner without all the peppers bc you don't like them as much, pulling two mugs down from the cabinet instead of one—only for that person to go and it's just like.....now what ?? 🥺 what do i do with this sudden loneliness that wasn't there before ?? 🥺 WAAAHHH
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