After nine years of coloured contacts and hair dye Neil finally had his natural colouring back. With auburn hair and bright blue eyes he was a spitting image of his murderous father he’d spent half his life outrunning.
Paola Bontempi as Katherine of Aragon in BBC documentary series “Six Wives with Lucy Worsley”(2016). The show’s executive producer Emma Hindley says:
Traditionally she’s portrayed as bitter and unhappy. But she was married to Henry for 24 years – and they were in love. I was determined that in the show she’d look as much like the real Katherine as possible, with blue eyes, pale skin and auburn hair. As soon as Paola opened her mouth, I thought, ‘That’s her!’ She speaks English without too heavy an accent – and Katherine had spent seven years in England before she married Henry. (x)
the last several nights had been a series of raids, one after another. there was little time for sleep, little time to do anything at all besides arresting, booking, and questions. so many questions that all ended in the same way: everyone was guilty. no one ever walked out innocent and people knew it. once they came, you were done for. and as the nights had begin to wind down, the last of the people were coming in.
one of them he had seen the night before – a women with auburn hair and piercing blue eyes that he couldn’t shake from his thoughts. ever since yesterday, that passing moment, there had been something about her. as much as ned wanted to forget, it seemed that he couldn’t. he had caught her name as papers were passed to him. catelyn. there was something about it…
closing the door behind him, ned looked at the woman named catelyn sitting at the table with her hands bound. he rarely did this part but he insisted on questioning this person. he stood, watching her for a moment before he said anything at all, “do you know why you’re here?”
Can you imagine how thankful Ned was when he realized Jon looked exactly like Lyanna? I know everyone’s like “the northern blood is strong” but 4/5 trueborn Starks had auburn hair and blue eyes. It was pure luck that Jon wasn’t gifted with white blonde hair and purple eyes.
((I got a little carried away. Might not be the best but…I’m
getting there. I’m still a little…iffy…when it comes to writing incest.))
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Warning: SMUT, NSFW
Since he was eight years old Robb of House Stark, the heir
to Lord Eddard of Winterfell, had been traveling to King’s Landing and spending
four months every year with his Aunt Lyanna, the younger Queen of King Rhaegar
of House Targaryen. Robb with his auburn hair and blue eyes was Tully through
and through…when it came to appearance. Personality wise, the boy was every bit
his father’s son just as Prince Jon of Houses Stark and Targaryen, with his
brown hair and grey eyes, looked exactly like his mother but was every bit his
father’s son in every other way.
Titans Tower, Jump City. March 3rd, 2018. 5:23 PM.
Kori sat on her bed, looking down at the tablet in her hands. She
knew better than to go digging up old business, but still she sat and
stared down at the photo on the screen. There in the photograph,
looking back at her, was a much younger Tamaranean girl, her emerald
eyes brimming with excitement. In her arms holding the camera was a
black-haired boy in a green mask, with gloves and boots of the same
color, and a red tunic, his yellow cape billowing behind them as they
flew over the city below. Starfire and Robin had been inseparable
when she arrived on Earth. She shouldn’t have been so naïve… she
swiped left across the screen, and the photo moved aside for another
one, which Dick had posted on his Facebook this morning… looking
into the camera was a beautiful auburn-haired woman, glasses over her
blue eyes, lying on her bed with one hand holding a book, the other
resting on her round abdomen. “This is what home looks like,”
the caption read.
Barbara Gordon. The Batgirl next door.
Don’t misunderstand, Kori loved Barbara dearly. She was caring, and
she understood how hard it was for Kori after Dick left. But the
romantic affections of a Tamaranean were not the same as those of a
human. Humans had the capacity to find love in another if something
caused an end to their connection with someone. But for a Tamaranean,
that love was undying… once formed, it was nigh impossible to
sever. She would always love Barbara… but she should always love
They talked about it once. Only once. Dick knew that Kori would
always feel something for him, and it killed him to think about it.
He felt responsible for what she was feeling, but what could he do?
He wasn’t going to lead her on, and he knew that his heart belonged
to Barbara. It hurt more than anything she’d ever felt before, but
she smiled. She told him it was okay. That it wasn’t his fault.
Barbara made him happy, and he made Barbara happy. They belonged
together. Dick pulled her close, and Kori could still remember how
cold his tears felt on her shoulder. He told her she was the best
friend he ever had, that there would always be a place in his heart
for her. There were days that she wondered if those words were true.
But deep down, Kori knew that, while Dick Grayson was many things, he
was not a liar. He and Barbara never once did anything to make her
feel unwelcome. X'hal, the three of them spent last Christmas
together, and it had been one of her fondest memories of the past
year. They were so good… so loving. They would be wonderful parents
Tommy… Tommy was all set to arrive in a month. Dick kept on saying
he hoped the boy had his mother’s red hair, that he’d come out
looking just like her. But if anyone asked Barbara, she would just
smile and say she wanted him to look like his father. Sometimes she
would joke and say that she could feel the baby leaping around inside
her, like a little acrobat. If he jumped like his daddy, odds are
he’d look like him too. Personally, Kori agreed with Barbara.
While she was in Blüdhaven that Christmas, Barbara had come to her
alone one night. She said that she and Dick understood how painful everything must have been. Dick didn’t want to bring it up, for
fear of digging up any hurt Kori had buried, but he and Barbara
wanted to ask her to be Tommy’s godmother. Kori couldn’t say yes
fast enough; she would love Tommy with all her heart, she promised.
And in a way, thinking about holding the little boy in her arms it
made everything a little bit easier. Her own little bumgorf…
Kori smiled. Dick always got this confused look on his face when she
said anything in her native tongue.
As she let her mind drift back through memories of the early days of
the Titans, she was quickly brought back to to the world around her
by the sound of the front door alert going off. She slowly pulled
herself off of her bed, and checked the console mounted in her wall
to see who was trying to get inside.
Starfire let out a gasp as Raven appeared on the screen, hunched over
and shaking profusely, covered in blood that, judging by her tattered
uniform, was like lay her own, and a long trail of the red stuff on
the ground behind her.
The older Titan flew as fast as she could through the Tower, and soon
found herself joined by her students at the front door. She quickly
entered the authorization code, and the doors slid open. Raven fell
back through the doorway, her chest quickly rising and falling as she
struggled to breathe.
cried as she gathered the girl into her arms. “What happened to
you? Where is Damian??”
“He…” the cloaked girl struggled to speak as her eyes drifted
closed. “… someone took him…”
Undisclosed location. March 7th, 2018. 3:14 AM.
Damian woke screaming, lurching forward in a panic. He quickly found
that unwise, however, as he immediately felt cold iron bands digging
into his wrists. His eyes darted all around him, taking in as much
information as they could in the dimly lot space he found himself in:
cast iron bars stood in place of one wall, and he was chained to the
opposite wall, which was made of brick and mortar, and covered in a
thick coat of dust. He thought back to the last thing he could
remember: he knew he’d been shot. He was just outside of Jump City,
and he turned to Raven to ask…
Oh God… Raven.
A light peered out from down the corridor just as the thought
occurred to him, and a man appeared on the other side of the bars.
His face was hidden beneath a mask, but the scope mounted on his eye
was a dead giveaway of his identity: Floyd Lawton.
“Oh, good. You finally woke up,” Deadshot mumbled. “You’ve
been out for four days.”
Damian slumped over, hung upright by the chains on his wrists, dead
“Look, kid, this ain’t anything personal…” the assassin went
on. “And I hope you know I don’t kill kids. That’s a personal
rule. I wouldn’t have shot you if I didn’t know you’d live. But
for the price my client put on you? Well… sorry it had to hurt so
bad. Bullet was filled with a tranquilizer, so you prob'ly passed out
before the pain hit you.”
Damian raised his head, his eyes wide with fear.
“… I need the money for my baby girl. I hope you understand
that.” Lawton’s voice showed a touch of sympathy as he spoke. “I
know they’re gonna put you through it down here. But I have to take
care of my daughter.” The hitman turned away from the bars and
looked down at floor. “… my client should be here in a few weeks.
I’m sorry it had to go down like this… I’ll be back in a few
hours to feed ya. Sit tight, kid.” He started back down the hall,
presumably towards the exit…
Lawton stopped, turning back to the boy chained up in the cell. “Say
Damian looked into the glowing red scope, where he knew Deadshot
could see him. “What… what did you do to my Raven…?”
Lawton grimaced underneath his mask. “Oh… the girl…” he let
out a hefty sigh. “My client sent a squad with me to make sure the
job got done. Once I put one in your chest, she pulled it right back
out, and looks like she closed up the hole too. I…” He shook his
head. “They were already on her by the time I came to grab you.
Nobody could have lived through that kinda beatin’. I wasn’t
gonna get into it, because they prob'ly woulda killed me too. I’m…”
Lawton turned and walked back towards the exit. “I’m sorry.”
Damian’s whole body went completely numb. Raven was his silver
lining. She was the woman he would hang up his cape for. She was the
rain that washed the sins from his soul.
She was his life. She was his heart. She was his everything.
And now, she was dead.
Titans Tower, Jump City. March 11th, 2018. 1:34 AM.
Raven squinted her eyes as the light flooded into her eyes. Judging
by the IV needle she could feel in her arm, the constant beeping of
her heart monitor, and the sight of a fresh change of clothes folded
up on the mattress beside her, she put two and together to realize
that she was back in the Tower Infirmary. Superboy sat unconscious in
a chair by her bed, his favorite jacket pulled over his body like a
blanket. As soon as she said his name, his eyes opened, and he jumped
up to her bedside.
“Raven!” He whispered. “Thank goodness you’re awake! It’s
been almost eight days, we were starting to worry that you might not
“Jon, listen to me.” Raven placed a hand on his to get his
attention. “I need you to tell Kori I’m going back to Gotham.
Jon looked her worriedly. “R… Raven, I can’t let you do
that. Not by yourself, and especially not right now. You were barely
alive when you got back to the Tower, we can’t just–”
“Jon, I’m fine.” Raven sat up, using her magic to
restore her strength as she pulled the IV from her arm. “But
someone’s kidnapped Damian. I have to find him.”
“No! You don’t have to just run off on your own!” Jon gently
placed a hand on Raven’s shoulder. “We’re a team, remember? Let
us help you, and we can figure out where–”
“NO.” Raven grabbed Jon by both shoulders as she hopped
down from the bed. “No… Jonathan, I have to do this alone… he’s
my Damian. I have to take care of him.”
Jon looked into Raven’s eyes for a moment, then let out a sigh in
defeat. “… Be careful. Bring him home safe.”
Raven wrapped her arms around Jon’s neck and hugged him tightly.
“Thank you, Jon. I promise, we’ll be back as soon as we can.”
Jon put his arms around her, squeezing her gently. “Just… don’t
get hurt. You two are the best friends I’ve got.”
Raven stepped back, and changed into her fresh outfit as soon as Jon
left the room. Once she was ready, she summoned up a portal and
stepped into the Batcave, where Bruce and Carrie were waiting, ready
to attack. As soon as they realized who she was, the both of them
“Good to see you’re awake,” Batman said grimly, pulling the
cowl off of his face. “I’ve already been scanning all of
California for a signal from Damian’s tracker, but I haven’t
found anything yet.”
Raven looked up at Bruce, recognizing Damian’s icy blue eyes
staring back at her. “I don’t think he’s in California anymore.
Search everywhere. Not just the country–everywhere.”
Here’s the most important question I have in regards to the complex plot machinations within GRRM’s writing in ASOIAF:
When he writes that Catelyn, Sansa, and the rest of the Tully clan have auburn hair, does the guy just mean red? Auburn by definition is reddish-brown, but…I feel like he just means red? But wants to make it sound fancier than someone like Ygritte’s hair? That and the fact Sophie Turner’s hair is frankly just red in the show, with Michelle Fairley’s a darker red kinda…makes me think so. A lot of fanfic authors call them redheads, too. Hell, I’ve referred to them that way a bunch of times.
But when I hear auburn, I think this:
Not so much this:
That just looks straight-up red/orange-red to me, without any hint of brown.*
So is auburn just used here as shorthand for red, but for fancy rich people like members of House Tully? That’s why the wilding Ygritte is only ever called a redhead (unless I’m misremembering something)?
Or am I color blind, and Sophie/Michelle’s hair totally is reddish-brown, and there’s a whole chapter in one of the books detailing quite clearly that there are brown undertones in their hair? Or am I misunderstanding auburn as a definition?
Forget your R+L = J theories, sheeple! This is where the real controversy lies.
*Granted, I know Sansa’s supposed to have lighter hair than her mother.
What would light auburn hair even look like, anyhow? Again, just red? It
keeps occurring to me as I write my SanSan fic that I’m just not sure
what light auburn hair should actually look like.
Can I please get a ship for Harry Potter and OUAT? I am 5'9’, shoulder length auburn hair, blue gray eyes that can change color with my mood. I have what some would say a curvy figure. A bubbly, usually happy personality. I love reading, writing poetry and spending time with loved ones. But am an loner at times. I believe in looking past the outside in. I am an avid reader, and am often found in my own world.
Seamus, when he is not angry, has quite the bubbly personality. You two go together so well, it’s almost perfection. Seamus is also an optimist, which he really enjoys seeing in you. Although he didn’t believe Harry was telling the truth about the return of the dark lord, you helped him see past his ignorance. He was only believing in his family after all.
Once Upon a Time: I ship you with:
You have the heart of the truest believer in Henry’s opinion. Even his moms believe you give him a run for his money. Hook constantly teases the two of you for being so sweet, and perfect together. David likes to make fun of how sappy the two of you are, until you challenge him. “Oh yeah, what about you and Snow eh?
May I have a ship please? I'm 18, Russian, and very stubborn. I have long curly auburn hair, deep sky blue eyes , thick brows, and light tan skin. I'm 5'8 , fiercely protective of my friends and family, quick tempered, compassionate, and driven towards accomplishing goals. I love drawing and singing, I'm in advanced English and History, and I love going out with friends. I will call you out on bs. I have a Maltese named Mimi whom I love. I live with my grandmama due to family issues. Thank you!
I ship you with darry!
He adores how you can protect not just yourself but others.he loves your eyes and always is playing with your hair. He always try’s to convince you to stay at his house. Your first date was a picnic at the park with the sunset and stars.
the empty window sill reflects the sunlight onto your pale hand as you’re holding mine. you don’t like the way your fingers are shaped but i think they’re perfect, especially when they’re interlocked with mine. you grin as i tell you this, and then i remember that you hate your smile. but i think it’s beautiful, especially when i caused it. it’s so contagious, i can’t breathe without seeing it. the constellations of freckles on your cheeks match your starry blue eyes and your auburn hair; millions of pictures couldn’t capture how precious you are in person. you slowly stand up out of bed and the way your slightly frizzy hair falls onto your shoulders makes my heart skip a beat. you’re clad in one of my old tshirts and leggings; looking at you makes me second think everything about myself. like, how could one person be so perfect? i love you with every single atom and piece of stardust in me.
// i swear i don’t believe in any gods. but i definitely believe in you.
- rachel. august 8th, 2016.
May I please have a TW ship? Either gender will be okay. I'm a 5'2 girl, kinda curvy. I have long auburn hair, blue eyes and freckles. I'm painfully shy, kinda awkward, but I am protective of loved ones. I love reading, listening to music and binge watching TV shows