#I dunno….It just feels weird.

[cozymochi]

would it be a weird change to start only accepting inquiries from those who actually follow me

i dunno, it’s hard to make update after update when when the non-followers won’t even SEE them and didn’t plan to stick around for my work outside of what’s personally paid for. No shade, but idk if I can do it. And even then I’m more aware of actual followers who are waiting for slots to open and having those spots usurped by non-followers who happened to see things in passing just. I dunno. I guess it’s my call on what I do and don’t take.

[sysig]

Permission to headbutt: Granted (Patreon)

[hiroshotreplica]

i've been wondering this for awhile. why is shiver's beak like that

[idontcaboose]

Haunted Car Au Part 12

Previous. Masterpost

Danny wasn't completely sure what all of the sound files Duke uploaded into the radio storage. Granted, the fact that there was apparently a 10 Terabyte hard drive just for the radio seemed a bit much, although it was over half full before Duke gave him a metric butt load of sound bytes, so maybe Batman was onto something. Now it was about three-quarters full…. How many files were there?

Either way, whoever named these files are the MvP of this entire situation. Either they were just the name of the saying, or we're named something like ‘exasperated 4’ and they were On Point!

Unfortunately there weren't any defined names other than movie references. Why were there three different versions of the “Hey, Becky, look at her butt” Danny didn't know, but he might use them for reasons.

Duke had left him alone with a disgruntled “Good Luck” after Danny started playing the ‘mood’ files to see exactly what they were. He figured Duke would come back in a few hours to have a “conversation” about his predicament. Until then……

DID THEY SOUND BYTE BATMAN HIMSELF?!?!?!

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[unknownarmageddon]

swimming pools at night

killer belongs to rahafwabas cross belongs to jael peñaloza rental suits au belongs to me and @psycho-chair

[2aceofspades]

Apocalypse

It's how it feels

[burgycreeper405-blog]

what's happening back in the hotel actually while s3 is still going

source: trust me

og pic

[royalarchivist]

Jaiden: Cucurucho, you have a lot of power, right?

Cucurucho: ...I don't know. Maybe.

Roier: Ah... Yes, you know, don't act like a dumbass, you have it. You have it, man. Eh?

Jaiden: Is there a way for us to protect all the Eggs? Do you know? I don't want anything to happen to the Eggs that happened to Bobby.

Cucurucho: Ha ha ha

Roier: WHAT? [Smacks Cucurucho]

Jaiden: [Bops him] Headpats.

Cucurucho: Maybe.

Jaiden: [Continues to bop him] Headpats. C'mon, I can get it out of you! Headpats! Chin scratches! Belly rubs!

Roier: [Joins Jaiden in bopping Cucurucho, chuckling and laughs]

Jaiden: Yeah? He's comin' around!

[Jaiden and Roier both laugh]

[veinsfullofstars]

🗡️ Kirbtober 2024 Day 17: Galaxy (Soldier Army) 🗡️

(ID: Kirby: Right Back At Ya! fanart of the four Generals of the GSA, all floating and posing in a white void, their capes flared and armor gleaming. From top to bottom, Sir Arthur soars up with his sword held high, a determined expression behind his golden armor; Sir Dragato stylishly leaps to the side with his falchion held back, looking at the viewer with a confident wink; Sir Falspar jumps in excitement, pumping his fists and his sword in the air; and Sir Nonsurat hovers with his back to the viewer, glancing inscrutably over his shoulder as he wields his battle axe at an impractical - if cool-looking - downward angle. END ID.)

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Started on 09/24/24, finished on 09/25/24. | Kirbtober 2023 Comp

[dont-offend-the-bees]

I Got Sunshine in a Bag

Something else a bit different today! I had a different fic idea, but when I started writing it it was already becoming a bit long and involved and tbh, I had such a busy/painy week last week that I really had to cut back on the fic time! So I whipped this one together in my phone notes app instead, short 'n sweet. It's audio script format-ish, which is something I like to play with sometimes. Very much skimping on the detail/sound design though as I really just wanted focus on the dialogue and get something out today! 1.2, T-rated, also available on Ao3. Thanks again, @painlandweek!

Silence. A hollow, echoing emptiness, broken by slow, deliberate breathing. Then, muffled as if from the other side of a wall, a voice:

EDWIN: Charles?

Beat.

EDWIN: Charles, where are you?

Another beat. Then, a clearer voice, hoarse and weary:

CHARLES: In here.

EDWIN: ... Oh. In the…?

CHARLES: Yeah.

EDWIN: I see.

Beat.

EDWIN: May I… come in?”

CHARLES: ...Yeah.

EDWIN: Right.

Fabric rustles.

EDWIN: Ah, if you wouldn’t mind…?

CHARLES: Oh, yeah, yeah. Here. Grab my hand.

Leather squeaks against leather. More rustling, and some slight huffing. The barrier breaks, and Edwin's voice returns clear and close.

EDWIN: Thank you. Hm. Have you redecorated?

CHARLES: Shoved some stuff around.

EDWIN: It’s very… homely.

CHARLES: (chuckles) Cheers.

Silence again, this time with two sets of breathing. Then, the slight creak of a weight sinking down onto leather cushions.

EDWIN: Charles. Are you… alright? You disappeared in quite a hurry.

CHARLES: 'M fine.

EDWIN: ...

CHARLES: Stop lookin’ at me like that.

EDWIN: Like what?

CHARLES: Like... (laughs) Like you can see right through me.

EDWIN: (lightly) I’ve no idea what you mean.

CHARLES: Right.

Beat.

CHARLES: I… I panicked. A bit.

EDWIN: Whatever for?

Beat.

CHARLES: ... You ever have to say something, or like, wanna say something, yeah, but… but you know once you say it, things’ll be different, and it’s fucking terrifying so instead you just… don’t?

EDWIN: I am… familiar with that anxiety, yes. But if there’s something you want to say to me, Charles, I promise I’ll do my utmost to take it in good faith. You need not fear repercussions. I don’t imagine there’s much you could tell me that would change my opinion of you.

CHARLES: I know. I don’t — I don’t even think things'll be bad different. If anything they’ll be good different. Great different. I’m just a proper coward.

Edwin tuts.

EDWIN: Charles. You are a great many things, but a coward is not one of them.

Charles chuckles, quietly. Edwin follows suit.

EDWIN: Hm. Now. Will you say what you wish to say?

Leather creaks, fabric rustles.

CHARLES: Edwin?

EDWIN: Yes, Charles?

CHARLES: You know I… I love you. Yeah?

EDWIN: What a question. Yes, Charles. I know that you love me. I’ve about thirty years of anecdotal evidence to the fact.

CHARLES: No — I mean, yeah, but what I'm tryna say is…

EDWIN: ?

CHARLES: You know I’m… I’m in love with you. Yeah?

Beat.

EDWIN: ...Oh.

CHARLES: Mm.

EDWIN: That is… a revelation.

CHARLES: News to me too, mate.

EDWIN: How long have you…?

CHARLES: Known? Not long. Week or so. How long have I loved you? Fuck, I don’t even… now that I know it’s there, it. It feels like it’s always been there. Know what I mean?

EDWIN: ... Yes. Yes, Charles. I most assuredly do.

Beat. Charles laughs, breathless.

CHARLES: Bloody hell. This is terrifying. How’d you just come out with this, when you thought of it?

EDWIN: There was some deliberation, believe it or not. I didn’t just declare my undying love to you on a whim.

CHARLES: Oh, so you planned it for the run from Hell, then?

EDWIN: There may have been some… last minute amendments to the plan. An element of improvisation, perhaps, when things seemed dire. One must adapt to changing circumstances. But there was a plan. I even dressed for the occasion, if you recall.

CHARLES: Wait. You got all dressed up for me?

EDWIN: Yes. Certainly took you long enough to notice.

CHARLES: Fuck. You were gonna tell me, weren't you? Before...

EDWIN: Before we were interrupted? Yes. And then I had no idea we would both make it out in one piece, and I... had to speak off the cuff.

CHARLES: (laughs) You’re proper mad. And just… just brave. Never met no one as brave as you, Eds.

EDWIN: (softly) Nor I you.

CHARLES: Pfft. Had to scurry off into a little hidey hole and have a panic before I even got up the guts to tell you.

EDWIN: But you did tell me.

CHARLES: ... Yeah. (laughs) Yeah, s’pose I did, didn’t I?

EDWIN: Charles?

CHARLES: Yeah?

EDWIN: May I kiss you, now?

CHARLES: Oh, Christ, yeah.

Kissing sounds, soft, tentative. Then a break, mutual heavy breathing.

EDWIN: ...Well.

CHARLES: Wow.

EDWIN: I’ve… wanted to do that for quite some time.

CHARLES: Me too. And I had no sodding idea. (laughs) How thick can you get?

EDWIN: Do stop being self-deprecating and kiss me again.

CHARLES: Now that, I can do.

Kissing again, louder, more intent.

EDWIN: Mmm…

CHARLES: God. (kiss) I love you. (kiss) I love you. (laughs) I fucking love you!

EDWIN: You don’t have to keep saying it.

CHARLES: Say it as many times as I bloody like, mate. ‘Specially if you keep grinning at me like that.

EDWIN: (chuckles) You’ve rather shown me up. I’ve only said it once, so far.

CHARLES: Got some catching up to do then, don’t you?

EDWIN: Mmm. (kiss) I love you.

CHARLES: Yeah? Still?

Beat.

EDWIN: (sarcastically)... No, Charles. I loved you for thirty years but I got bored of waiting for you to say it back after six months(!) Yes, I still bloody love you.

CHARLES: Just checking. Give us another kiss?

EDWIN: Well. If you insist.

More kissing, rustling fabric. Leather creaking, soft sighs.

EDWIN: Hm… Charles?

CHARLES: (dazed) Yeah, love?

EDWIN: Something’s, ah… something appears to be prodding me in the stomach...

CHARLES: What? Um… Oh! (chuckles) Forgot I had that.

A loud cascade of rattles.

CHARLES: ... What? (laughs) Don’t mean I’m not happy to see you.

EDWIN: Why on Earth do you have… what looks to be an authentic Aboriginal rainstick on your sofa?

CHARLES: Well. Never know when you might need one, do you?

Another chorus of rattles and a hollow wooden thump.

EDWIN: Naturally. Come to think of it, how did you even get this sofa in here?

CHARLES: It’s one of them flatpack types. Put the bits in, assembled it in here. Pretty straightforward.

EDWIN: Yes, but more to the point: why?

CHARLES: So I can… have panic attacks and snog fit boys on it?

EDWIN: Bring many fit boys back here, do you?

CHARLES: Nah. (quick kiss) Saving it for the best.

EDWIN: (dryly) How romantic.

CHARLES: Take you somewhere bit nicer for the second date. Promise.

EDWIN: Oh, it wasn't a complaint. Who wouldn’t wish to have a romantic tryst in a backpack?

CHARLES: Magic backpack. C’mon, now, be fair.

EDWIN: Very well, in a magic backpack.

CHARLES: I could do it up a bit more. Get some nice candles.

EDWIN: Lit candles? Is that wise?

CHARLES: Well, I’ve already got some lit molotov cocktails stashed over there somewhere.

Beat.

CHARLES: What? They don’t go off or anything. Time doesn’t really work the same in here. Saves me having to light ‘em in a hurry, don’t it?

EDWIN: Next you’ll be telling me you have them stored next to the gunpowder.

CHARLES: ...

EDWIN: Charles.

CHARLES: Demolition section, innit?

EDWIN: Charles.

CHARLES: (chuckles) Alright, alright. I’ll do a re-shuffle.

EDWIN: Thank you. Hm…

CHARLES: What? (fondly) You’ve got your scheming face on.

EDWIN: I was merely thinking a throw pillow or two might brighten this place up nicely.

CHARLES: Making yourself at home, are you?

EDWIN: Objections?

CHARLES: Nope.

EDWIN: Good. Now, I know we haven’t a floor so much as a nebulous, void-like expanse, but how do you feel about area rugs?

CHARLES: (laughs) Fuck. C'mere, you.

Kissing, gentle sighs and soft giggles fill the echoing expanse of the pocket dimension.

~~

Thank you so much for reading, do drop in and say hi in the reblogs/replies, I really love hearing from you! 💛 Should be a fic tomorrow that I'm pretty emo about, but it needs a little sprucing up first! Painland Week Prompt List

[stoppingo1k]

been sitting on these pages for a long while, but im still very proud of the mood setup. looking back at it, im not super happy with how the overall story progression is written so i figure itd be better to spend the energy working on other things at the moment

[front-facing-pokemon]

[smokin-corn]

thoughts on recent utmv news? personally im distraught

I feel very sad for Jakei, to feel run off from doing something that she loves. And it’s very sad that everyone is so angry all the time. I don’t understand these people who put all their efforts into getting back at others, rather then, I dunno? Enjoying their time? It’s also wild that no one seems to believe in people changing, that they are different from their past. To them, Jakei from years past matters more than the person she is present day.

I also don’t think this is the “end of the fandom”. It’s not like Underverse is why the fandom exists, it’s just a part of the whole picture. To say it’s going to die means that you’re ignoring other creators that you love, the people with their own little aus and fanarts. You feel just as much joy from those don’t you?

A fandom will only die if you let it. Reblog the shit out of stuff!! Idc about how ur blog looks, that’s what tags are for! And create only from the joy of your heart!

[basilpaste]

i have a personal hc i never really share where mira is some manner of chronically ill. it fuels how she feels incapable of her task, how she doesnt feel like euphrasie made the right choice by blessing her. shes not strong enough, shes not good enough, how could someone like her save the world?

being chronically ill is being forced to be stagnant. and even if she loves who she is without changing, she still feels unworthy.

[new-revenant]

During patrol Nightwing found a handmade doll that resembled his hero persona, this wouldn't be so weird if it weren't for the fact that he finds dolls resembling the other members of the batfam's hero personas scattered in odd spots throughout Gotham and Bludhaven. The weirdest thing happens when one night he finds a doll of someone he doesn't recognize. It's a pale teen with white hair and bright green button eyes wearing what looks like a black and white hazmat suit. Nightwing picks it up and the doll immediately bursts into Lazarus green flames. Nightwing finally decided to tell the fam about the dolls not knowing that Phantom, who was sealed in a sarcophagus by treacherous observents several years prior, was now awake. The problem is that the sarcophagus is in the batcave as a trophy, needless to say everyone was surprised when the lid suddenly blew off and out stepped a teenager. Danny is a mix of anger and confusion because this definitely isn't Amity Park

You know. This is almost the exact plot of another, non-dp-related-AU I’ve seen. It’s @/ovegakart doll AU, it’s an AU of Linked Universe, which is itself a LoZ AU where a bunch of Links have come together across time because reasons I won’t get into. In the second ever LoZ game, Adventure of Link, there are these dolls that are scattered across the map. They give you an extra life. So, in ovegakart’s AU, the Link from the first game and AoL(it the same link)finds dolls of himself and the other Links while in his own time. Then, in a well, he finds a doll of a Link none of them have ever seen before. He picks it up and it bursts into flames. I checked, that’s what happened, here is a link to the page. Oh, and Nightwing not telling his family about the dolls until he gets Danny’s? The same thing happened in this AU, where AoL Link doesn’t tell the other Links about the dolls until he comes across the mysterious Link doll. That mystery Link is the First Hero btw, he’s from the Skyward Sword manga.

I would’ve liked it if you, I dunno, credited the idea? Or at least make it not so obvious by changing the doll into something else? Or make it so that Nightwing only finds a Danny doll? Maybe have it melt into ectoplasm even? I have a couple posts already about how I’m a LU fan on here, and if you’ve seen that before, then did you think I didn’t follow ovegakart, one of the biggest LU/LoZ creators? Listen, I’m not mad at you, I’m just confused at your thought process here. This AU idea wasn’t made for dpxdc, it doesn’t even make much sense for it. Yeah yeah, people can do whatever they want, whatever, but at least credit it my god. Or change it up to suit dpxdc more, or both.

How many other people have just taken AU ideas from others and pawned it off as their own, thinking that no one would find out since they’re from another fandom? It makes me feel gross. Please, just credit the idea. If I just posted this with some writing adding onto this, not knowing about this idea coming from another fandom and another person. I think I might need to close my asks for a bit, I don’t feel great, sorry.

[gabs-magical-abs]

Still don't know why Yaz and the Doctor didn't kiss at the end