#written by mun

[dcxdpdabbles]

I found your blog through TikTok, but I can't find the following parts. The comment section said there was more in the notes, but there are a lot that I can' understand. Can you pin your posts?

It's the one where Danny and Jazz work at a dinner with the Waynes, giving them large tips.

I'm still in awe that my work is on TikTok. The glee this brings me is unmatched.

I can see why it was hard to find more parts of that particular AU, mostly because I wasn't the one who made more for it. It was done by people who reblog and added - which makes this website so cool and fun to me- but I went ahead and grabbed some links for you in the order they were made.

(If you want, you can click on the last link because it has them stacked on top of each other except for one or you can be like me who hate too long posts and goes through the parts to shorten the post length at the beginning)

I wrote the original chat, which can be found here, but some really talented writers added to them in my reblogs.

2. The first reblog that added to it and turned it into a story was done by @uniasus, which can be found here.

3. Then @meira-3919 made this contribution to the post here

4. Then @captainadwen added this here, and they followed up with another great post here

5. Which prompted @uniasus to respond with this

6. Then an artist, @precise-prismatic-mess, stopped in to present one of the most astonishing colorization art of Jazz found here

That's all, but anyone can add or use the prompt. It's really fun to see what people make!

[tcfactory]

Older Zenos from an AU where he survives Endwalker and has a few years to sort himself out a little.

[wonderfultheatre]

Happy New Year!

Thank you to all the amazing people I've met this year but a big loving and special thanks to

@arachnaemboss @gctchell @hclluvahctel @goosiifer @hazbinned @somnambulistsedge @cyberneticlagomorph Thank you for being here for me and talking to me! I've had a great time getting to know all of you this year, and Jack, som, and si it's been great getting to know you for another year!

A big thank you to @venisontransmission @voxxcd I met you guys earlier this year and we all quickly bonded over a silly video game and now we're constantly yapping at each other constantly!

A big awesome hooray to @staticintone @voxxisms @valientiino! River, Lee, and Han! I'm glad I got to meet you all this year and we get to move forward into the next year together!

Loving kisses to: @cxffeeshxp @demonichooves @veelentino @botanikos @captainseamech @determination-personified @xbalayage for sticking it out with me! For some of us, things were rough, I love you all the same thank you for holding it out with me til the end.

[skxrbrand]

After joking about it and having a rather unfortunate run in with one of 40ks low life degenerates, I have finally done it. Ladies and gentlemen, the KHOCK (three days late from sunday lmao):

And just like Slaanesh, yes I have a giant explanation behind the choices I made.

Since Khorne is known primarily as the Wolf-Father, Hound, ect. it made a lot of since to go with your furry standard pog benis, at least in general shape. Daemons of Khorne are not sexual creatures and are arguably the opposite, so while functional, Khorne's dick is not designed for pleasure-- it's a weapon just as much as the rest of him is, resembling a mace. Or perhaps a pinecone-- painful to sit on in either case. His bits were semi-based off the bean weevil, and would fit the defition of an aedaegus just as well as your standard ween. Yeah, hes got the stabby dick-- who's surprised?

There's a question of if he even has bits, but since his daemons do and Khorne is arguably the Norscan God of masculinity (this world's Mars/Ares), I'd say there's a strong case he's got equipment (hell, they even invoke his balls in the canon, so).

Khorne wouldn't have piercings on the actual penis. The actual penis itself doesn't seem to be super important in War Daemon culture, but the balls seem to be a different story. If anything gets attention, it would be those bad boys, though Khorne's dick -- even in an erect state -- is heavy and hangs down. So we can't see (and I was too lazy to draw another angle ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ lololol) anything, besides the one sheath piercing :{

Speaking of the balls, their primary symbolism is more about maleness and masculinity. Virility is less than a tertiary trait of the Blood God and only prominent in one of his facets: Khorgar, Giver of Sons.

[timblrdrake]

I saw your account on my main blog an immediately went on my way to make my own cuz it seemed so fun

okay ooc:

it’s SO MUCH FUN this is genuinely the most fun i’ve had on the internet im SO glad you decided to

if you’re thinking about making a rp blog GO FOR IT! (also always feel free to interact with me! i don’t usually bite!)

hearing people i’ve been interacting with and thoroughly enjoying the blogs of say this is so incredibly heartwarming because it’s all of you that make this such a lovely community and really why i love tumblr so much

[resolutepath]

me flicking through my drafts to see the notes I wrote myself for asks. Sometimes they look like this:

Then others like this:

And sometimes simply:

[politicalprocrastinator]

not enough conversation about how progressive donna's mum is as a disabled parent in twin peaks. she's not donna's "burden" she's a woman with an active sex life. she's a wheelchair user, yeah, but she's also a complicated person with an active sex life. as a disabled person who would like to someday become a parent she was genuinely groundbreaking for me.

[wellfell]

my face bc i'm absent and trying to get back to writing but i got bangs so .. look . 😔✂️

[thanatologie]

anyway good morning i'm too lazy to make swatches myself because i have too much ink to dig through, but remember that fun little talk we had about emmrich and stationery, no, well we had that, so here's the modern inks i'm deciding are emmrich-coded, i do not accept criticism at this time (swatches from mountain of ink, fwiw):

there's a couple others that i'd throw in here for giggles that either don't have a swatch at moi, or have the vibe but i don't think he'd use, like iroshizuku ina-ho (now discontinued, too light / non-water and light resistant for academic use), krishna lyrebird blue-black (takes too long to dry), herbin emerald of chivor (too fussy as a shimmer, though i could also see him using the unshaken ink so the shimmer is absent), colorverse a lib (too light for academic/practical use but it hits that lilac button hard), and like a million more that would be fun, but not practical. like i'm with you, i'd love to give him multi-shaders/tri-colors/prismatics, but lbr.

(also this is a record for me, so i can remember what i have inked for what i'm using with his handy dandy shit he would know that i'm too stupid to know notebook. i'm sorry for you and me that yama-budo is the only fun one, tbh, but it writes darker in the pen i'm using it in, so outside of gold sheen, even it's not that fun in practice.

there's also a few that i'm using that don't have swatches because they are extremely hard to come by, like post-wwii late-1940s parker quink permanent blue-black, 1950s sheaffer skrip washable blue, wwii-era parker quink microfilm black, etc, and ink that's bog standard, anyway, like waterman serentiy blue and kaweco royal blue.)

but they all, in some way, exemplify important facets of use for an academic, because these are all qualities i looked for in an ink for note-taking, which is water-resistance/waterproof, fast-drying, works well on any kind of paper, legible on literally all paper, and with the exception of yama-budo (though, again, in certain nibs it's much darker / much less pink and more really, really dark magenta) exude a certain professionalism (which lbr for all his flamboyance is clearly important to him).

thanks for coming.

[first-boy-wonder]

[The boy looked down at the item in his hand; it looked so real- so stupidly real. He shouldn't, he knows things like this are bad! He's not stupid, he knows that much- but they told him it was okay! In moderation it was better than not having them at all, apparently.

Just a little! Only a little,, that couldn't hurt.

He used the dropper and let a bit drip onto his tongue.

Gross- or maybe it just tasted gross since this entire thing was gross. He scrunched his eyes shut. This was stupid stupid stupid!! He shouldn't have done this, he was gonna get in so much trouble- what would mama and papa have had to say?

What would they have had to say? Ask them. Ask them? Ask them!

They were there- they were really there? It had been almost a full year since he saw them, he was ecstatic.

"It wasn't real. It was a bad dream!" They reassured him! "We're right here with you, ready for the next show!" They proclaimed to him!

He talked to 'them' for hours it felt like, and he could've sworn those hours were amazing. Some of the best in months!

He told them everything about everything! They seemed to be talking right back! Enjoying listening; hugging him closely. He loved that- but it wasn't real!

It wasn't- wasn't real?

Of course not!!

"Try out the trapeze again Dickie" But he's in Gotham,

"Next performance soon, son!" But he's still in Gotham,

"Why did you listen to the stranger, Dickie?" Because they're still dead and he's still in Gotham! That's why! He misses his life at the circus, he misses his parents who he'll never see again, and he misses the friends that are just gonna forget about him now they won't be talking daily!

"Stupid cheer drops" he would've thought to himself, wiping at his eyes. It was nice, just so so so nice- but it wasn't real! He's not happy anymore because it wasn't real!

He's crying, wailing, sobbing into his hands- as he kicks the remaining cheer drops away from him. He curls up into a ball and just lets himself cry.

No wonder people take more, he doesn't wanna feel like this! He liked how he felt before, but it wasn't real! He had already messed up, and it wasn't real. He wanted to see them again, to perform with them, but it wasn't real!!!

He messed up. He's sorry.]

[santaverse]

Merry Christmas in July to everyone!!

[theha1rarch]

"She's My Mother, But She Has Never Been a Mother."

aka pluto wrote a six page (literally the doc is six pages long) long emotionally shattering drabble involving steve, patricia, technically the winchesters, & too many fucking feelings

i gotta tag the fam in this bc a) y'all are involved, & b) trust me - you wanna read this sorry it's so damn long though ... @milleroptimism @wantdead @patchedstars @dgrayd @lilyspaintedred @littletavpole

steve knows this might be a bad idea, that he might end up regretting agreeing to this - but his mother had insisted, had insisted and insisted that she just wanted to talk to steve privately before she left and so - after telling everyone else it’d be fine. he’d be fine. they’d gone to a private room in the house and now …

here they are. sitting across from each other, neither of them have said a word so far but steve isn’t as nervous as he could be, isn’t as afraid. if this had been his father, that might be a different story. but it’s his mother, here in the place he feels the safest, and he can do this.

he looks to her, deciding to take the first step and the be the one to speak. “so, mom -” and doesn’t that word just feel weird to use. heavy and bitter on his tongue when it’s in reference to the woman across from him. because she’s not his mom. his mom is in the next room over. “what did you want to talk to me about?”

patricia is quiet for a moment, before she seems to gather herself and offers steve a small smile, crossing her hands in her lap. “steve, darling, come home with me. please?”

it’s steve’s turn to be quiet for a moment, before he swallows - licking his lips and then speaking. looking directly at her once more. “why should i?”

patricia blinks back at him and he can tell, he can just tell she’s holding herself back. probably from calling him out for his ‘attitude’. “what do you mean, dear?”

“why -” steve starts. “should i go home with you? genuinely tell me, i want to know why.”

“well because i - we miss you, and we want you home with us. so we can be together again, we’re a family and it’s where you belo -”

but she doesn’t even get the chance to fully get her sentence out before steve is laughing. straight up fully laughing in her face.

and once again patricia doesn’t say anything. just abruptly cuts herself off, snaps her mouth shut and tightens her hands in her lap. it’s once again obvious she’s holding herself back.

after steve is finished laughing, he gives a little shake of his head as his gaze settles to her once more. “well, first of all, you don’t gotta lie to me, mom.”

“w-what?” is asked, her tone pinched - body wound so tight steve’s surprised she doesn’t hurt herself.

he rolls his eyes now, letting out a sigh. “you don’t want me home because you miss me or because you want me there. you want me home so you and dad don’t gotta go back to an empty house and worry about the neighbors talking when i’m not with you.”

patricia uncrosses her hands now, leans forward in her seat a little as her face takes on an almost desperate expression. “no, steve, dear, that’s not true. that’s not at all why, we - that … that’s not important.” she tries for another smile, a little shake of her head.

steve is quiet for a moment once again, before -. “if it’s not true and it really is because you miss me then where the hell have you been for the past several months?”

this time he doesn’t get an answer at all. this time she just quiets again, saying nothing - having the decency for once in her life to almost look ashamed.

steve lets out a little scoff, shaking his head once more. “yeah, that’s what i figured. i’m not fucking coming home, mom.”

patricia looks back up at him now, doesn’t even admonish him for his language and she once again looks desperate. “steve, dear, please. don’t do this. i promise we can change, we’ll try and be better.” 

it takes everything in steve not to start laughing again, but he does give another scoff - raising a brow. “right, yeah, sure, okay. like i haven’t heard that before.”

of course she looks confused now, of course she does. “what? when? what are you talking about, darling?”

she’s never used this many pet names for him one sitting, he can’t help but absentmindedly note before he answers her. “how about when i was ten and we were leaving the er after your husband gave me my first ever concussion? i’ve had four more since then, by the way. but i’m sure you knew that. just like you know i can’t hear out of my left ear, right? or … how about when i was twelve and was terrified out of my mind because there was a storm shaking the whole damn house and i was completely alone and i called your hotel crying. and after your husband yelled at me on the phone for fifteen minutes for bothering you so late, you came on and said those exact words … promised me you’d be home tomorrow … and you didn’t come home for three weeks after. still don’t like storms, by the way. or the dark, for that matter. or how about any of the million times i almost died over the past several years but you were never there but you sure as hell could make empty promises … or how about when i graduated from fucking high school and you weren’t there. and you were so quick to try to reassure me with those damn words … until you found out i didn’t get into college. then all you and your husband cared about was telling me how much of a disappointment i was to you. how about any of those times?”

patricia is quiet for a lot longer this time, several long minutes past and steve is about ready to just get up and walk away - ready for this conversation to be over, not expecting her to actually try any longer before … “steve. i - … i’m sorry you feel this way. but - i - this … you can’t stay here, steve. this isn’t right. these people, they aren’t actually your family. you hardly know them. that - woman out there. she doesn’t know you, she didn’t birth you. and she … she’s got so many other children, do you really think she can give you the attention you deserve?”

and steve, steve just stares at her - stares long and hard at the woman across from him, almost as if he can’t believe her. and honestly, he kind of really can’t. he didn’t think they could surprise him any more - but apparently he was wrong. “yes, i do.” he finally answers, his words slow and deliberate - as if he’s explaining something very complicated to her. “because she’s given me more attention in the past several months than you’ve given me my whole. entire. life.”

this time it’s patricia who lets out a scoff, throwing her hands up in the air. “i sincerely doubt that’s true.” and she’s clearly not holding back anymore.

and if she isn’t, then steve isn’t. “like hell it’s not.” he says, shaking his head and hating the way he can hear the anger in his tone.

“steve … come on now. stop acting like this. why are you being so …” and she trails off a little, suddenly as if she’s holding herself back again.

but steve, steve’s done with that. he’s done with the pretending. “so what, mom?”

“so unfair to me.”

and that. that’s it. that’s the trigger, that’s what lights the fuse in steve that’s been there since they sat down for this conversation and before he can really think of it - he’s on his feet, standing, almost looming over her.

“i’m being unfair to you? i’m being unfair to you? you’re kidding me, right? like you’re actually fucking kidding me?” and he knows his voice is rising in volume, he knows it might not be long before this conversation ends up a little more public than it’s meant to - but truly he can’t bring himself to care right now.

“no!” and his mom doesn’t seem to care any longer either. “no! i’m not kidding! you’re acting ridiculous, steve. and i truly don’t understand why. i don’t understand why you’re being this way. this isn’t how we raised you.”

“you didn’t fucking raise me at all!” and yeah, he’s definitely yelling by now. “so don’t even start on that shit. but, you wanna know why i’m acting like this? why i’m apparently being so unfair to you? because i - i’m fucking tired! i’m so fucking tired of you! and dad! and all your bullshit!” and he’s angry, he’s so angry right now his hands are shaking as he slides them through his hair - tugging hard. “i - i spent my whole life. my whole entire fucking life, from the time i was literally a child, thinking that i deserved everything you did to me. the way you treated me. maybe at first i thought it was normal, maybe at first i thought that just how parents were, but once i realized it wasn’t … i thought it was me. i thought there had to be something wrong with me, that there was some fucked up part of me that made it impossible for you guys to love me, to treat me normal, or whatever.”

he takes a second to pause, and he’s still angry - but all that age-old hurt is cropping up fast and now he’s trying really hard not to cry. he takes in a deep breath and slowly lets it out, patricia isn’t saying a word. she’s just sitting there. watching him. “but then, but then i came here. and i met these people, and that woman out there who you wanna shit talk so badly, and never once have they made me feel that way. never once have they made me feel like there’s something wrong with me, like i’m fucked up or broken or something. since the beginning, all they’ve shown me is love. like that unconditional type shit. even when they didn’t know me very well yet. and the thing is, they don’t have to. like you wanted to point out - sarah, my mom, didn’t birth me. but she still loves me like she did, she still loves me like it’s as easy and natural as breathing. like … like …” you were supposed to, it isn’t said out loud - but he knows she understands - if the look on her face is anything to go by.

she’s still quiet though, still not saying a word. so once again, steve continues - the attempt at not crying only growing more difficult - especially as he thinks on these next words. “there … there’s a little girl here. that lives here. with us. and … she’s the same age that i was when i first asked myself what was wrong with me. why i couldn’t just … make you guys care. why was i so messed up that my own parents didn’t even want to be around me and … the thing is, no one here would ever let her feel that way. no one here would ever let her think there was something wrong with her - i … even if she did, we’d do our best to make sure she knew it was the furthest thing from the truth. and i just - i look at her, and i think about that, and i … of course we wouldn’t. because she’s - she’s just a little kid. and i … i was just a little kid.” and now … now the tears are falling, now it’s hard to hold them back any more. even if he’s trying his damndest to ignore them.

“and i just …” he sits back down in his seat now, wiping at his face - letting out another shaky breath. “i just don’t get it. i don’t get how you could do that to me, how you could treat me that way. i was just a little kid. i’d never fucking do that to her. and i just …” he shakes his head again. “i’ll never understand it, but - i know i didn’t deserve it. i might not have known that years, or even months, ago but i know that now. i never deserved any of it. because i was just a kid, and i didn’t do anything. except exist. and that pissed you off for some reason.”

he’s not crying any more now and he fully straightens up once more, finds himself fully facing her once again. “so no. i’m not coming home - though that place isn’t my home anyways - with you. i’m not going to leave just so things can go back to the way they’ve always been. so i can see you for three days before you’re taking off again. and then i’m stuck once again wondering why i wasn’t enough. no. i won’t go back to there. i won’t do that shit again. because i don’t deserve that. i deserve better than that. i deserve to be here. so i’m staying here. this is where i belong.”

if he thought patricia had been quiet for a long time before, it’s nothing compared to now. the two of them sit in silence as the minutes stretch on - staring at each other, but this time steve waits. he waits to see if he’ll actually get a response.

and finally, finally - after maybe a little too long, she gives a little nod and opens her mouth. “alright, steve. alright. clearly nothing that i say will make you come hom - come back with me, so alright. if this is where you want to be, then i can’t really stop you anyways. you’re of age. so, i guess that will be that. i’ll talk to your father, don’t worry.” she gives another little nod as if to confirm this.

and there’s a lot more steve wants to say, more he wants to ask. there’s a part of them that wants to question, that wants to beg her to actually address anything else he said. to actually pretend for once that maybe she cared, just a little bit. that maybe his words actually had any impact on her. that maybe, just once, she actually felt ashamed for the way she let him grow up. but, he has a feeling that won’t them anywhere anyways. because really, there’s no point in trying anymore.

“okay. so … are we done here then?” and he simply gets a nod in response. “okay, i’ll show you out then.”

and he rises in his seat again, she does as well - he guides her out of the room and as they cross into the next - into the others - he can feels eyes on them. on him. but he doesn’t stop, he doesn’t look, he doesn’t say anything - just continues to guide her to the front door. and once they reach it, he stops - opening it to let her out.

“well, i guess this is goodbye …” he starts, trailing off and when he faces her, there’s an expression on her face, that he can’t quite place. she gives another little nod now. “yes, i suppose it is.” she says, but it seems like there’s something holding her back - like she’s not ready to leave quite yet.

and he’s about to question it, about to ask what’s up, figure out why she’s stalling - when suddenly she’s stepping towards him and instinctively he tenses, unsure what is about to happen … when he feels arms wrapping around him. her arms.

he blinks several times, not sure how to process this. process the fact, that for the first time in his life, his mother is actually hugging him. actually hugging him, a full, real, hug, her arms wrapped completely around him, her warmth fully against him. and … well, he can’t quite help the way he ultimately reacts. as his eyes flutter shut, as he wraps his own arms back around her - and for a moment, for just a moment, he’s not nineteen years old, for just a moment he’s that little kid that wanted nothing more than a hug like this from his mom.

“i’m sorry.” and steve almost doesn’t believe it’s actually coming from her mouth, wouldn’t believe it if it wasn’t so close to his ear. “i’m sorry i wasn’t a good mother to you. i’m sorry i wasn’t the mother that you deserved.”

and those damn tears are threatening to fall once more. “thank you.” is what he breathes out, and it’s almost like a sigh of relief, and he can’t help the way he hugs her harder.

they stay like that for a few more seconds, before finally she pulls herself away and steve lets her go. she steps back enough to look at him - and as if this couldn’t get any more surprising, she reaches up to cup his face, albeit briefly. “you take care of yourself, alright, steve?”

and he bites back the urge to respond with something snarky - to give a response like ‘no worries, been doing it my whole life’, instead - he gives her the smallest smile he can manage. “you too, patricia.”

she doesn’t even seem to react to the name, just drops her hands now - steps back completely and with one final nod turns and makes her way fully out of the house, down the steps - into the car containing his father waiting for her below, and out of his life forever.

[vastiitas]

just wanted to thank all of my mutuals for giving me the opportunity to write such a wide breadth of scenarios n verses w cole,,, u r all truly such wonderful writers n fantastic ppl to speak to,

[yakam0z]

does everyone buy five versions of the same book?

[angie-long-legs]

//sad I'm not participating in beach week, been too busy with switching blogs and finishing up drafts </3 I hope yall have fun and Angel will join you for beach shenanigans another time!

[skxrbrand]

𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄: 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐑'𝐓𝐘'𝐊𝐎𝐍

Khar'ty'kon the Unenvied, the Mad, the Windtouched, and the Flesh Mauler is a Bloodthirster of Khorne and one of the oldest daemons in his service. He was manifested before the Blood God's decree against magic and is one of the very few Bloodthirsters capable of magic within the Blood Legion. Khorne's decree was not accepted with grace and resulted in a bloody civil war that saw many of the Windtouched of Khorne slain by their newly manifested non-arcane siblings. Khar'ty'kon was spared because he decreed never to use his magic ability and remained a skilled warrior and killer even without his powers.

However, though his flesh (save for the Brand upon his eyes) was spared, his mind was a different story. Already odd, and counted among the Deviants -- daemons who are naturally and notably different from their patron and siblings (Ku'gath Plaguefather is a famous example of this) -- having much of his kin and even his father hold him in such low regard was mentally agonizing. And so, Khar'ty'kon threw himself wholly into Khorne's worship. Unlike other Daemons of Khorne, who have their own ambitions and desires to gain standing through combat, the Windtouched's desires are unselfish and totally devotional. He keeps no skulls for himself and has a curious interpretation of Kharneth's lack of concern as to the source whatever blood is given.

His Host, The Blood Devoted, is formed entirely from fellow Wind Touched Khornate Daemons, and is small, but effective. They have a myriad of curious practices, one of which being self-flagellation. The Daemons of the Devoted believe their blood belongs to Khorne just as much as the enemy and they will use whips to flay themselves after a battle or in the lulls between them.

Khar'ty'kon himself is jovial daemon, if in a maniacal sort of way. His mood is highly unstable, prone to degenerate into existential despair or blinding rage. Typically though, he wears a rictus sort of grin and will converse will fellow daemons even as he flays his own back flesh. Other Daemons of Khorne find this highly loathsome and unnerving, drawing comparisons to the Pleasurekin. Khar'ty'kon wears no armor and only rags and skins from beasts keep him decent.

His dearest wish is to purge the magic coursing his veins from his blood, but he asks nothing of Khorne. Khorne, in turn, has not blessed or cursed or otherwise acknowledged anyone from the Blood Devoted since the Civil War and Decree.