#EXCEPT FOR THEM

[sunriseabram]

I love that andreil fall in love in every single universe and scenario in which they meet. They could literally be a fucking door and a window and the fandom would still find a way for them to be together and I think that's beautiful.

[zhouxiangs]

what's funnier gumpa finding out because white's hands were so soft like a princess' or black getting angry at the fact that they made his little brother work

[soopysoap]

honestly tho. ive gotta say that my absolute favorite grease phase is def them sophomore/junior year of hs. close second is them raising lily II probably

[beans-in-your-socks]

ok so like im writing a scene from my fic right? and its really fluffy and everything.

but you know me guys

theres no comfort without the hurt 👍

[spicylavender]

ok you know what, I want to be mean today. Time to list my negative Echo opinions from least to most controversial, I think that'll be funny

Echo project games track record with female character writing blows, and they mostly don't have the same excuse other fvns have of being mostly porn for gay guys, but that has gotten progressively better with each successive game (mostly)

Echo never handled Jenna's actually bad traits well and that's why fan reaction to her ends up so muddled. Her getting in universe pushback for her reaction to the Leo and micha situation and Flynn's read on her in the prologue are nothing compared to actually awful things she gets away with like the pranks involving Chase's arachnophobia

Brian is the least interesting antagonistic force in the first game, and his bump to main antagonist in arches didn't change this at all (though this is entirely a preference thing, torture porn isn't my preferred brand of horror)

the modern TSR au polycule does not seem built to last at all, and I would see a big split in the future for them if they weren't an indulgent fictional parody we get for dated millennial jokes. Still love em to death but it's carried hard by my own delusions.

Arches is, aside from its epilogue, the weakest of the echo trilogy and that's going to end up being entirely because of how early it was released imo. It would have gone extremely hard as the big finale to the series but instead we've still got two years of TSR updates lol

Cliff starts the story engaging with Samuel in the most exploitative way of all the main love interests, to the point where I think he's more comparable to James than he is the other route options, and I don't even think that's a far fetche'd read seeing as how his route is the one that literally contains the only illustrated James encounter (as of the last build I've read). Him being immediately indulged in his sexual tourism would be a bad outcome in any story other than a romance game

Will is a bad dad, bar none. Being closeted doesn't absolve him of the responsibility he took on and him finding happiness after leaving with a hunky puma guy is nice but he deserves any reckoning coming his way in his own route. Nothing major here, just hoping that God takes all of Andy and Hattie's pain, triples it, and gives it too my favorite fruity detective

Flarl is a boring ship and it's the rare occasion where I feel bad for Carl. After Flynn bounces off of Leo, chase, his delusions of a potentially grown Sydney and any random guy he could have met at The Smoke Room, carl ends up feeling like a lay of last resort

Related to point 7, Carls the worst member of the main friend group. Relatable stoner artist with depression yeah yeah whatever, I just have nothing to latch onto with the nepo baby. Even when Jenna is maybe hummed up? In his route and written as the bitchy harpy stereotype I mostly still agree with her.

Cameron and Devon does not seem like a relationship that would have lasted long without the crucible of echo trauma bonding them. Dev denying cam's mental illness in the prologue is also beyond the pale and I don't see how people moved on from that so quickly

people are extremely selective in which characters actions they excuse with the hum and possession and who they condemn immediately despite signs of reduced autonomy. Characters thoughts and actions not allowed to be their own is a major theme in the first game that I think echo handles pretty interestingly but more often then not the fandom just uses it as a cudgel in dumb character wars

The quality of writing and routes in echo ended up being very dependent on a single key factor I don't necessarily want to name because even I think it might be a little mean to say but you can probably guess it if you know even just a tiny bit of the developmental history of the game. I think this factor also applies to all of the games and the quality of their writing ends up dependent on the presence or lack thereof this particular factor.

This should be finished off with me admitting that this is just me giving cinema sins and I love all these games, just kinda wanted to write out a master post of thoughts I've had over the last year and a half. Also wouldn't hurt if this generated any sort of funny arguments in my mentions lol, i also do just enjoy being petty and arguing with people🤷

[laugtherhyena]

Sometimes i remember how long it took for Dra to get a full translation and think, wow, if it had a more speedy english translation back in the day (sorta like the one Sdra2 had) and i had my first experience with the game be as intended i don't think i would be writing -2+2 today

[harlequinoccult]

i am so excited for my bubbly mc to turn shy but still sweet when romancing host

i love unhinged ros who fall hard for mc

oh anon you are going to love the next update

[hankcrocodile]

so excited to watch another episode of the sad white people game on sunday

[opiumvampire]

fuck w me

[aholefilledwithtwigs]

I once had a landlord offhandedly mention that his mother had set this house on fire before. He and his wife lived on the first floor, and i rented the third.

Apparently his mom didn’t like his wife. So she set their house on fire. The house i was living in.

He assured me that everything was fine now and that this was years ago, just kinda laughed, smiled, and said ‘You know how moms are’

Yes. I know how moms are. I know how fucked up moms are as well. I have known many fucked up moms and fellow children of fucked up moms.

Attempted murder through arson is not typical mom behavior, even for a fucked up abusive mom

Oh, and his mother lived next door 🙃

[acorviart]

not to sound like a boomer, but I need some people to learn how to write emails in a semi-professional (at the very least) format so you're not cold emailing a business/potential employer/any other stranger about formal matters in the exact same way you'd DM a close friend on instagram

the formality/language can loosen up in the email chain once you've established a rapport and you match the other person if they're being less formal, but please don't have the very first email you send a stranger be written in all lowercase ultra-casual sms slang with no greeting or signature and a billion emojis

[clownsuu]

God I love the insane amounts of d r i p Stanley just casually wears

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

Robin, bleeding out on the ground: Blood loss? No, I know exactly where it is.

Batman, horrified and panicked:

[jq37]

You gotta hand it to Fig. All of the Bad Kids were given foils this season and they got to decide how much they wanted to engage with that part of the plot. Gorgug only interacted with Mary Ann in passing despite them both being on the Owlbears. Fabian noped out of chatting up Ivy once she crossed a line with Mazey. Riz was so busy that he truly had no time to engage with Kipperlilly even though she's obsessed with him. Kristen interacted a bit with Buddy but spent way more time verbally sparring with Kipperlilly. And Adaine was somewhat interested in Oisin but never overtly acted on it.

But Fig?

She's in Ruben's WALLS. She's in his DREAMS. She's faking her alter emo's death. She's got the Fantasy FBI after her. She's SO SO tiny. No one is doing it like Fig's doing it.

[queerasflux]

man I wish people understood how much it sucks ass to be neurodivergent and trying to find the middle ground where people like/tolerate you. like, I'm either "boring" (trying to wait my turn in conversations, holding space for other people, taking a back seat to let others get some spotlight) or "too much" (too loud/talking too much, getting excited to share, trying to participate in group conversations/activities). No one really talks about how much of being neurodivergent is just sort of trying to make yourself palatable.

I feel like so much of my life has been spent trying to find this effortless sort of middle ground everyone else seems to automatically already know, and I'm always swinging too far one way or the other. I'm lucky to have neurodivergent friends who grok me, but goddamn I wish that I could just like, exist without the constant background script in my brain that's like "you're being too loud. You're not talking enough. you're being self-centered. you're being boring. you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong." I feel like I'm back in high school trying to make friends but stuck as the eternal "weird kid"

it's just... lonely and sucks bad.

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.