#met the mun

[dcxdpdabbles]

Bruce: Who is that? Tim: Hmm? Oh, that's Danny. He is the new custodian. Bruce: .... Tim: Something wrong? Bruce: No, no, no, he just resembles someone I know Tim: Really? Who? Bruce: I'll tell you in your office. It's not safe to speak here. Danny pretending to mop: Wasn't that the guy I saw during the Gotham Witch Trails? Yeah, I helped him escape his cell back in 1693. Oh, no, was he an actual witch???? Did I release a dark magic user upon the world while I was chasing Vlad?

[neroushalvaus]

Kaikkee sitä ihminen menee Yleisradiolle sanomaan...

[spidrboots]

little convention dump. featuring me meeting some of the h/azbin cast. ahhhhhh !!

[the-leyline-directory]

I'm coming out of hiding about this cause I'm so fucking anxious about sharing this info about Silvaire Canon, but uh!! Sil's canon ship is with Krile!!

I'm anxious cause of the types of reactions that come with ships with lalafells and any race that isn't also a lalafell :( But! For a longstory short of my brainrot with them, Silvaire through most of the MSQ is still 'a voidsent' or technically a 'villain' type character, working behind the scenes to play multiple parties (reasons usually literally just to cause problems for the WoL to force them to grow as a person so they they'll be a 'better meal' down the line.) Though the longer he stays with the warrior of light the less atherical imbalance he has from his voidsent/darkness affliction and the original person he was (the warrior of crystal from ff11) comes through more as he is a good person deep down! Krile, is the first person to clock him on his behavior and see through the way he acts around people due to her Echo! She can read his intent and tell if he's lying, as well as see the unnatural traits (slitted eyes, sharp teeth etc etc) that are hidden from those unblessed. She's the main person who starts correcting his behaviour by giving him consequences for his attempts to distance himself from others by seeming 'untrustworthy' - as she can tell that he's never doing anything maliciously or to be cruel to the WoL or Scions. It's a very nice slowburn relationship! As Silvaire recovers his soul through the process of healing from his traumas (Shadowbringers is the main point he starts becoming a person again cause of his direct confrontation with Emet, and then post Endwalker dealing with the Thirteenth and the potential of fixing his original home) and Krile is a good support to that, as unlike the scions, she's not as quick to mistrust him (or in Thancred's case to fight him on most things) as said before she can sense his intent for what he does, and as he gets more of his 'soul' back, she's the first to offer that olive branch cause she believes him.

There's so much more!!! Honestly!! It's a long goddamn narrative for him, hence him having an entire Google Doc Lore (Covering his original ff11 Lore + The Hound of Garlemald + post > Actual game lore) but someday I'll have it all written, and by that point it'll be a novel in itself. But uh! Yes! I've always seen @starrysnowdrop's content and it eases my heart of worries for the affection I have for the relationship and the development I've done behind the scenes \o/ Inspiration to overcome my phobia's to talk about it in general as it were! The Gposes and Writing that they do is always beautiful!!! And heartwarming!! \o/ Give them a looksie! Their work is wonderful! I wouldn't be confident to post this without seeing them on my feed. But ya! I'll be doing more content of them now that I'm not being fearful of it! Cause they're important!! And I'm a sap!

Thanks for reading and while it's none of most people's business I will say that the relationship itself is emotional attraction top of all, and sexual aspects are not the focus of this narrative >:( Lalafell are adults who can have fully established relationships and 'sex' isn't an end-all-be-all when exploring character dynamics. The deep emotional connection and trust of secrets and feelings, as well as providing comfort from so many trials!!! Sorry rambling again. I care them very much!

[misteria247]

Awkward moment when you go to like a post only to realize that the op blocked you •_•

[electricea]

also on an added note, it's just fascinating how people can rework or change their oc's over the years - maybe they started as something but became something else or in a lot of instances, you see younger and inexperienced writers who slowly form and mature and develop and fully round out these characters. i'm not the best at reaching out and asking but i do love to hear about your character has grown or evolved over the years or hearing about your verses or ideas, so those are also always welcome here. be proud of what you've done and how far you've come, you deserve it.

[sonchiildren]

I believe I've shared this on my other blogs, but since this one is DBZ/S orientated...I thought I'd share again. Pretty sure a few mutuals already heard this but it's one of my favs to tell. Anyway, I use to work retail as a cashier...one day, I had a kid just staring at me while him and his mom were checking out. Didn't think much of it at first, kids are weird sometimes like that but he was REALLY staring hardcore at me. I finished ringing them up and as they were grabbing their things to leave I just hear him giggle to his mom in a hushed tone "Mommy, that was Trunks." At the time, I had roughly shoulder length hair and I part it in the middle...plus our uniform had blue...so, in his eyes I was Trunks which was adorable. I even did the little two finger wave when he turned around and I have never seen a kid get so damn excited. If I could I'd of dyed my hair lavender the next day XD

[secretly-a-snail]

ooc

[constarellations]

ooc  //  I  wonder  what  truly  happened  to  Kinich's  mother,  because  not  once  has  she  ever  tried  to  contact  him  after  leaving?  Not  even  attempting  to  once  he  reached  adulthood  and  would  be  able  to  escape  his  father  (  after  all,  she  wouldn't  know  of  his  passing  of  a  decade  prior  ).  Did  she  also  pass  before  she  could  reach  out?  Or  perhaps  she  left  Natlan  altogether  and  thus  forgot  about  her  son?

Or  maybe  she  just  stopped  caring  about  the  child  she  left  behind?

[angelique-of-the-volturi-guard]

Honestly I am so glad SPN did not end at S5 as planned because if I had missed out on Rowena MacLeod I would not be the same person I am today and I have SPN to thank for that.

[theworld-ologist]

What Happened?

Hey there, long time no see! I know it's been a long time. I didn't mean to leave you all in the dark. A lot has happened in my life which led to hiatus and eventual privating of this blog. What exactly? Well, following the hospitalization, my medical and mental health got pretty bad. I struggled a lot with trying to force myself to draw in a way I thought people wanted me to, so my art became very inconsistent and hard for me to work with. With my help of my partner, who I live with now, my mental and physical health has gotten much better and so has my relationship with my art. I'm still physically disabled but I put a bigger on emphasis on drawing for myself and how I like to draw, rather than what I think would appeal to people.

Knock Knock and DST have been my special interest since I was 13 and as a result, this form of expression is important to me. However, I don't know if people still want this blog around considering the niche nature of the fandom and most people moving on from it.

Please, help me decide The Lodger's fate.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Hi, would it be possible for you to write something about stephxdanny where danny has an ice core and can only visit steph in the winter season, usually in the other seasons they talk through a laptop that danny made with the help of tucker? or something like that, have a nice day.

Steph has been counting down to the first day of winter. She had worked her ass off to make sure all cases she was assigned were completed.

She spoke to her teachers beforehand, asking for any classwork they would give her. Steph had even informed her mother that she would be on a trip so she would not have to worry about her (or listen to her lectures) for a while.

She had told Bruce she wanted to be benched for a couple of days. He seemed almost relieved by her request, letting her know they would only call upon her in an emergency.

Everything was all set for when Danny would arrive. She will be taking her boyfriend on a winter wonderland tour in Gotham. Each section of the city had little festivals, events, and fun holes in the walls.

Danny will arrive on time this year for the winter arts festival. Disregarding the few booths dedicated to Christmas decorations- as Danny hated that holiday with a burning passion due to years of resentment. He only associated bad members of his parents arguing around that time- there were many things she knows he adored.

Like those natural soaps from Mrs. Miller on Street Nine or the unique winter edition fudges from O'Malley's Bakery.

There is so much excitement coursing through her veins that she has to do the most push-ups until she's so tired she has to go to bed. Otherwise, Steph will never get a wink of sleep and will be too exhausted to enjoy seeing her boyfriend again.

In the morning, Danny will be going through the portal. The thought whispers in her mind and a large grin blooms. Not caring for the sweat pouring down her face or the slight shake in her arms, Steph thinks about it repeatedly.

Pumping her arms up and down, she giggles as butterflies flutter in her belly.

The following day, she gets up earlier than usual to shower, shave, and spend an hour on her hair. Usually, she doesn't bother that much, as her hair isn't too hard to manage. A good comb with a headband was her usual go-to style, but today, she wanted to curl it and braid some snowflakes into it.

Steph had taken ages picking out a good outfit. She usually dressed well, but this would be the first time she would see Danny in nearly a year. Who could blame her for wanting to look good?

She skipped out of her house, going to the oldest cemetery in Gotham. The place where she first met Danny all those years ago, ignoring the stun looks she received on the street. It wasn't often that she did her make-up that wasn't stubble or that she forgo casual wear, but when she did well, she knew she was a knockout.

It's something the Waynes always played up at the galas. There was a danger to being this pretty; she knew that better than most in places like Crime Alley, but Steph knew that if she thought she looked good, why not show it off if she felt good?

There was nothing vain in being comfortable and happy in your own skin. Steph would kick the ass of anyone who said otherwise.

Her strike was long and confident as she slowly entered Old Gotham. The buildings started to look less metal and glass, turning into red bricks and wooden beams. She takes a moment to appreciate the buildings, breathe in the lovely winter air, and take in the sounds of the city slowly coming to life.

There wasn't a lot of foot traffic in Old Gotham, seeing as most of the stuff here was protected for historical tours, some courtrooms, and the occasional little shops and restaurants.

It could have been a good tourist place, but when people came to Gotham, they tended to go further into the city where all the chain stores, newer buildings, and shopping malls were. It was why Steph had run away to her when she was fourteen. She knew that most people who visited Old Gotham were either retired or locals.

Half the time, the streets only had a few people walking them, looking into windows of small businesses or taking pictures of the old buildings. She had figured none of them would care if she ran away from home after her shitty dad got too drunk once.

Steph had been young then, too small to start her Spoiler crusade on her Da, and had chosen life on the streets as better than that hateful place. She had wandered into the cemetery, climbing into a mausoleum to escape the snowstorm that passed through the city, and sitting with he back against the coffin, feeling small and miserable.

She had never been one to fear the cemetery or the dead. She knew that living men were much worse, but even she had screamed when the coffin's lid had suddenly slid off, revealing a bright green light.

The portal inside the coffin would open at winter's first noon, then close on winter's last noon.

She remembers stumbling backward, too frightened to think correctly and run, when a head slowly reached out of the portal, gripping the side of the coffin, and a boy her age heaving himself out of the coffin with a grunt. His snow-white heart sparkled in the portal's glow, his slightly tan skin blemish-free, and his glowing green eyes pinned her to her place.

He was the definition of beauty. If it had been a movie scene, she knew the musical theme for him would have been flutes, harps and singing angles harmonizing as he slowly smiled at her.

She threw the brick she picked up in the alley as hard as she could at his face. Danny's head snapped back, nose breaking, and a gush of green blood oozed from his face as he cried out, "Why!?"

Steph pulled out the gun she had stolen from her father, aiming it at the boy who swearing and cursing up a storm from his little portal. He froze when he saw it aimed at him, the sound of her releasing the safety loud in the small stone room.

Neither mentions the slight shake in her fingers- before Bruce trained the fear out of her- as she glared at him. "Dead things should stay dead."

Then Danny had done what made her fall for him. He made two finer guns at her while narrowing his eyes. "You pull that trigger, and I'll pull mine."

"What? I have a gun!" She snapped only to watch him smirk with enough mischievous glee in his eyes that it felt like a slap. How was something dead able to seem more alive than she was?

"So does most of America. You ain't special." The boy taunted, and for some reason, that made her laugh so hard that she ended up on the floor wheezing. The conversation had been much smoother when she wasn't aiming a weapon at him.

She discovered that he was a being that could only visit her world during winter through the means of an ancient society that long ago vanished from history. He went by the name Danny. He could snap his fingers and shift into a human-looking boy, and the most surprising fact about him was that he genuinely seemed to love how different humans lived in Gotham.

She had gotten so used to how her city was terrible that she had forgotten what was good about it. The sights she saw in everyday mundane life were something Danny had waited a whole year, saving up every penny, to see.

She also found out he had the money and the smarts to get them a nice warm hotel room- separated by a door- and a love for peppermint lattes. He offered her cash to help him explore the city, and the rest, as they say, was history.

Now, three years later, every winter, Steph compiles a list of places to go, things to do, and people to meet, rekindling the love for her city burning brightly in her chest.

She protected this city by stopping her dad and breaking his plans. Her spite and hate for him was the reason.

But Danny had turned into the motivation. Into her heart. That kept her going because he saw this place- and her- as something worth crossing the realms to.

She places the two letters and a warm pastry bag on the ground. She sits down, crosses her legs, and checks her watch again. There are only five more minutes till the clock strikes noon.

Steph leans back, eyes on the lid of the coffin, waiting for a movement that will alert her that her heart has returned for another incredible three months.

Danny can't stay once winter ends; just like the snow-white of his hair, he will melt in the spring. He warned her long ago that if she really wanted to give her heart to him, then it would suffer bruises of their distance. He would care for her and her heart as much as he could, but there were rules to this world that did not allow him to truly become a part of it.

She had told him that no matter how long it would be, she would love him through each season, year, and moment she drew breath. No matter how long it's been, she will always be sitting in this exact spot again and again, every year, for this moment.

The moment winter returned him to her.

The coffin shakes a little as a familiar glow shines through the small cracks.

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

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[spidrboots]

hi ik i say it a lot but i rlly do appreciate my mutuals & this rpc as a whole. i continue to have positive experiences & see creative, talented ppl on the dash who are patient & kind. i truly just think u all are lovely.

[skysaunter]

hi so i just wanted to apologize to my mutuals who might be wondering why the hell i've not replied why the heck i'm going So Hard on / focusing on very particular threads despite me stating in my rules that i don't really prioritize anyone or any one thing, but i've waited COUGHS seven actual years COUGHS for a anakin to give my luke's exodus verse a chance. @forcenexus has not only done that, but they've endured my awful endless ramblings AND they've been chill enough to indulge me with a twin!verse feat. anakin/vader, too. i'd been wanting that for so long, it was more sad than it was funny lol

we're still in the process of establishing these verses through writing, and once we get a little more than the basic premise sorted out, i want to put these verses up for others !! xoxo

[surrogate-fawn]

My vacation with the boyfriend was wonderful, and it was a fantastic idea to go through with! It brought us closer than ever, and I've never felt so deeply sure I want to be with someone the rest of my life. And I can tell he feels the same, he shows it in his actions.

This is the first time I've felt like someone's partner, not just girlfriend. We're a team. I'm willing to compromise, to give as much as I receive, to plan a life together and navigate our way through it.

And I feel sure that I want him to raise a family with me. Fuck kink! Kink has nothing to do with it! It's a life goal we both share, and it is not the end-all-be-all of our relationship. I won't stop loving him if he's unable to get me pregnant, we'll find other ways to build a family. And even if it were to never happen at all, I'd be willing to live a child-free life with him (despite the grief I would feel).

I don't think I've found the one -- I very much know it.