#IT BEGINNETH

[tsunael]

[daincrediblegg]

Real tumblr mutual friendship is going to joann’s fabrics together

[gleafer]

There’s No “I” in Effort

Part 3: So Beginneth the Lesson

Our poor guys!

[dangergrandpa]

Mal likes scones!

Okay but which one is his Favorite biscuit? I get gingersnap vibes.

~🐟

This is a really good question, because it immediately runs into something I was somehow, in my mid-30s, unaware of until I made the Mal Likes Biscuits joke -- which is that your mileage on content for biscuits varies widely across the world.

So there's actually two answers to this question.

Mal's "biscuits" are Canadian biscuits, at least from my area, which are commonly called Tea Biscuits, but are not the cookie tea biscuits a lot of people think of. Usually they're a recipe variant brought over by all of our great-grandparents from the UK or Scotland. They're not a flat biscuit or cookie type thing, or the corn bread biscuits I've seen in the USA. They're simple ingredients, fluffy, and taste amazing with honey or jam spread on them.

This is my scribbled out, short form, of my great-grandma's recipe. You traditionally cook them with lard instead of shortening.

"Blend everything but milk. Heat milk slightly." Should also say add milk to the rest there. Don't stick it in a blender, just mix it up with your hands or a fork, or whatever.

Anyway, we mix this up, put it in those little mini muffin pans, bake accordingly, and you get biscuit muffins. Most folks just roll them into a little ball and bake right on a pan.

I had to do some image searching, but if you make them rolled on the pan, they come out looking approximately like this image:

These are the biscuits Mal is talking about. I picked them because this is a very old recipe that was passed down and would have been used, in some variation, by many families in previous centuries. "Modern" leavening agents like baking soda or powder have been around since the early to mid 1800s, and before that, something like yeast would have been used.

Your mileage on the actual historical time period for Diablo varies, so I let this one stand because it was a fun thing to put in. And these are really damn good biscuits. They should taste plain, but they're one of the most delicious things I've ever eaten, especially warm out of the oven. Add the honey on top and just trust me on that.

Answer to question two, which is "what type of cookie biscuit/standard cookie does Mal like":

I could see him liking ginger cookies for sugar. He loves spices. But he's a dark chocolate guy. He wants the expensive cacao stuff. (Really, anything with a rich flavor.)

[lenorabernik]

To every living being, and every living soul.

Now cometh the age of the stars. A thousand year voyage under the wisdom of the Moon

Here beginneth the chill night that encompasses all, reaching the great beyond.

Into fear, doubt, and loneliness... As the path stretcheth into darkness.

[neophyte-mp]

[ponteadraws]

Here beginneth the chill night that encompasses all

[pinocchiopshakkin]

::O PRETTY!

*Excited baby noises*

Naoka! You're Mila's friend, right? I heard you can make flowers, can I see?

-@pinocchiopshakkin

Hi!! You’re Pin, right? And sure!!

She excitedly makes a couple flowers in her hands

Tada!!!

[sora-g-silverwind]

THE COUNTDOWN BEGINNETH, I'm dying at my day job but at least I have this post-Christmas miracle to look forward to

♛ links to Ko-Fi, deviantArt, AO3, Bluesky → here ✿ sideblog: @sora-has-a-sideblog

[pixel-shape]

Now cometh the age of the stars.

A thousand year voyage under the wisdom of the Moon.

Here beginneth the chill night that encompasses all,

reaching the great beyond.

Into fear, doubt, and loneliness...

As the path stretcheth into darkness.

Well then.

Shall we?

My dear consort, eternal.✨

[snizzardd]

Age of the Stars, Elden Ring

"A thousand year voyage under the wisdom of the Moon. Here beginneth the chill night that encompasses all, reaching the great beyond."

[carmelosantos]

Soulstober 2024, Day 2 "Here beginneth the chill night that encompasses all, reaching the great beyond"

[fandonnavyce]

Jason in Wonderland - Part 3

Who Are You?

Part 1, Part 2, AO3

“Not all who wander are lost.” Gotham smiled. It was cruel. It was uncaring. It was welcoming.

“A̵̍̑͜r̶̞̳͋e ̸͍͜͝ÿ̶̢̥́o̸u No̸̖̯̽t̴͘ Họ̸̅̅m̸̿ẻ̸̩͘?̷̅ M̴̢͙̜͇��̂̑̉͝͝¥̶̖͙͖͇̳̃̿͑́͠ Sð̶͓͚̟̟͚͗̅̃̋̒ñ̸(Mine, mine, MINE)(My-Twice-Born)(My Red Knight)(My Beloved Bloody Butcherbird).”

“Your Son?” Jason tasted the name, the title, on the tip of his tongue.

Gotham smiled. Gleaming white teeth, straight and perfect, sparkled. ‘Dangerous’, Jason's instincts murmured.

“My Dear Robin,” she called.

Jason blanched.

“I am Not Robin.”

Gotham smirked.

“I am Not Robin,” Jason protested vehemently. Gotham gave an arched brow.

“My Son, My Robin, My Knight. Blood Red Shrike, Redbreast Bright. My Son, My Robin, My Knight.”

Gotham sang.

“O’ Robin. Wast Robin not borne from mine own very flesh? Didst thee not nurse on mine own blood and tears, teethed on mine own bones. Sleepeth and swaddled under mine own night skies blanket? Hath I not raised Robin on mine own streets?

O’ Robin. Didst Robin’s first steps not tread in milk-teeth sneakers upon mine own broken back? First words not chirped to mine own visage, in mine own ears With a chick’s cheeping?

O’ Robin.

With downy feathers of red, green, and gold didst Robin’s first flight not beginneth                      with a leap into mine own arms?

And after thee wast Lost to me on distant shores Forsaken Son, didst thee not Returneth to me? Thou art Walk Against Death as my Red Knight When you crawled out from Death’s Hold and Birthed yourself from my soil bed Wast thee not then Born Again? O’ My Darling Robin

O’ Son of Gotham Son of Catherine, Son of Sheila, Son of Willis, Son of Bruce, Scion of Alfred, Scion of Wayne. Jason Peter Todd, Gotham runs in thy veins. It’s in thy blood. I’m in the marrow of thy bones. Tis in thy DNA

If You, who left and returned to my bosom, If You, with me in your lungs, vanquishes those that prey on the humblest, are not My Robin then… Who Are You?

If ye, Who didst turn a Circus Child’s erstwhile boots and infant wings Into a Gotham Legacy, art not Robin mine then…

Ẃ̸̰h̵̞͎̓̔o̷̪͌̀ Aṛ̴̽t̷̛̖͉̾ T̴̩͍̿ḫ̴̇o̷̙̼̔ù̸̜̊?”

Jason’s mind blanked. Suddenly Red Hood, a name Jason had ripped off that blight on Gotham. That he wore second-hand. That he executed, ruled, and governed with, suddenly seemed ill-fitting, (too small) and unsuited (wretched) relative to everything else he had been. Bright, Wonderful, Magic. (I’m Robin and being Robin gives me Magic)

“I, I, I hardly know” Jason replied. “But I know I'm much changed from then, since when I was Robin.”

“What do you mean by that? Explain yourself Ṙ̵̳͊ob̵͛͝ḯ̵̙͕̍n.”

Jason shook his head. “I can't explain Myself beyond that I'm hardly Robin anymore. I don't even know how I, myself, came back from Death, you see.”

“I don't see,” said Gotham.

To Gotham, Robin was Robin was Robin was Robin was Robin.

“I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly.” Jason answered politely, “I don't understand Myself. Only that being so different is maddening.”

“It is not,” said Gotham. A Spirit born from the minds of thousands across generations; Gotham was Gotham was Gotham, no matter the skin or time the City wears.

“Surely, being like one kind of person then being like a totally different kind, whilst still being treated like they're the same. Is that not strange?”

“No.”

Jason scowled, frustrated at his failure to get his point across, and at Gotham’s refusal to see his way.

“Robin died!” Jason ground out, “Robin died with broken wings, a busted skull, choking on smoke, and with fire eating away at my flesh.” Jason gasped for air, “Robin died! And when I came back, I wasn’t Robin, I WAS MAD!!!”

Doubling over, Jason keened. His throat choked. His skin itched. His chest burned. Frustrated, desperate fingers clutched and dug for absent relief. His head SCREAMED!

Then he felt a gentle kiss upon his brow. A Mother’s Benediction. Jason gasped. Frantically, he rubbed away the welling tears of relief at the sudden calm.

“What was that?!” Jason demanded in quiet, seething, wide-eyed disbelief.

“You seemed to have developed a hypersensitive autoimmune response. Recollections of your demise seemed to have triggered an anaphylactic shock on an ectobiological scale. Your hybrid ectobiology are causing seizures that are, despite overt superficial similarities, of a state atypical of a Ghost’s Death Day because of- ”

“Speak plain english!” cried the Butcherbird to his Lady Gotham. “I don’t know the meaning of half those long words, and, what’s more, I don’t believe you do either!” Jason breathed heavily in the silence. Gotham’s eyes are hooded, as garnet hair flutters and writhes upon her bare shoulders.

“You had an allergic reaction. At the very core of you.” Then with a wave of her black gloved hand, the scene blurs.

...

Jason stands on a rooftop with a gargoyle for company and two others:

Gotham’s Dark Knight and Robin Boy Wonder.

The Dark Knight is an amorphous spiked shadow-blob from the neck down and a facsimile of a horned shadowy head with a pair of white beaming eyes from the neck up.

Boy Wonder meanwhile is a five foot nothing dark haired kid dressed in a colourful top, a bright yellow cape, and green booty shorts with matching pixie boots. His indistinct youthful features behind the domino mask place him anywhere between the ages of 8 and twice that.

“Holy macaroni, you’re in rough shape!”

“Hmm”

Jason blue-screens.

“Did we break his brain?”

“Hnn”

“Should we-”

“Who are you?” Jason interrupted. Jason already knew. But he just wanted them to say it.

Whispers rasped from the rustling wind.

  “I am Vengeance . I am The Night .”

  The Dark Knight’s shroud flared to impossible, intimidating heights.

 “ I’m Batman.” 

Jason felt his skin break out into goosebumps as he stared up into the night sky dominated by Gotham’s Dark Knight.

“AND I'M ROBIN!”

Like a bright firework bang, Robin shone high in the sky.

Fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip.

An iconic dazzling quadruple flip splashed against the sky. Robin gracefully danced with gravity to finish with a beautiful descent. The moves were Dick Grayson.

But that was a rough Gotham brogue - kenned from the mouths of street alley rats.

[ask-creaturebox-household]

A new ask blog beginneth

Hello! I’m really excited for this blog, so I’m going to just run down a few things.

This is an ask blog for an au where many of the Jackbox/You Don’t Know Jack hosts are various supernatural species, with a focus on the OG 5. I am writing a fic about this too, but this takes place way in the future and allows me to touch on plot points I am so far away from. Also: this is a writing heavy ask blog, so responses will be color coded. I may draw or show pictures occasionally. Idk. So, without further ado, here’s some character info for what exactly everyone is and how they’ll respond.

Schmitty: she/it; born vampire; purple text

Cookie: he/him; ghost; pink text

Guy: he/him; Dog(?); green text

Nate: he/she/they; turned vampire; red text

Buzz: he/him; human; orange text

Now for some rules:

-Please be respectful. I don’t want to see any bigoted asks or comments on this blog. That results in an immediate block. Please feel free to tease or mess with the characters though. There’s just a line.

-Please don’t send discourse or any asks about current events/politics. This isn’t the place.

-I don’t know how long it’ll take me to respond to shit. It may take me a minute or a month. Just because I respond to someone else first doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you. I just may need more time to figure out an answer.

-Please don’t send any NSFW asks. I’m very much fine with sex jokes but anything else is stuff I’d rather not get into.

I’ll add more rules when I think of them.

Now with that out of the way…

Happy Asking!!

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

The Quest Beginneth...

Zelda: You know, watching the D&D movie makes me wish we could play D&D.

Joker: Yeah. Just wish anyone here knew how to DM.

Leaf: Or could come up with a campaign on short notice.

Isabelle: Maybe…someone’s already made a campaign we can play?

Bowser: Ha! As if anyone would have a campaign ready to go on the off chance one of us decided we wanted to—

???: Ah.

*everyone stops, then turns to see who spoke*

Galeem: *floating in the doorway, vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass*

Isabelle: Uh…are you okay, Galeem?

Galeem: *strangely high-pitched* I’m fine.

Leaf: You sure about tha—

Galeem: *shoots off down the hallway like a bullet*

Bowser: …that was weird.

Joker: …so anyway, we were talking about—

*golden chains suddenly shoot into the room and grab everyone, pulling them down the hallway as they scream…*

===

Zelda: *slowly waking up* Gah, my head…huh?

*everyone is chained to chairs surrounding a table*

Bowser: Is this some…half-assed kidnapping attempt?

Joker: If it’s who I think it is, he never does anything half-assed. This is something else.

Zelda: …wait a second.

Galeem: *off-screen* Years and years of work…and only now may I put all of this to use.

*Galeem floats into view, hovering above the head chair and elegantly setting down a very stuffed binder*

Galeem: I have waited so long to be able to indulge in this sort of thing…

Isabelle: Is he…

Galeem: And now, all my waiting pays off.

Joker: He actually is.

Galeem: Welcome, everyone…to Dungeons and Dragons, as run by your least friendly enemy and ever so hard-working DM!

*beat*

Leaf: Couldn’t you have just asked—

Galeem: I’M NOT GOOD AT SOCIALIZING, OKAY?!

[bluboiart]

ELDEN RING MINI: RANNI THE WITCH

“Here beginneth the chill night that encompasses all.”

-Ranni

I drew in procreate.

I made the video in capcut pro.

Thank you to Aimee-Ffion Edwards for the memorable character of Ranni.