#otherwise i would've just put it in the post

[asharkapologist]

Is there a character you wished got more time to be shown in CC? Like, given more of a personality or being a bit relevant?

Oh, absolutely. There are MANY characters I wish got more screentime/had more relevance/had more of a personality! In fact, I'll list one character per game that falls into this category (limiting myself to just one, otherwise this would be a LONG list!)

Season 1: Grimsborough, Morgan Goodwin

CC so rarely explores the effects of being related to a murderer, especially a serial killer, so it was super fascinating to see Tess' younger sister, her relationship with Tess, and the consequences of Tess' actions on Morgan, because it is absolutely true that families of murderers/serial killers get harassed, like Morgan and her family were experiencing. I would've loved to see Morgan in her normal life, explore her complex relationship with her sister, who, despite her crimes, I do think cared for Morgan. Wished Morgan appeared in The Conspiracy.

Season 2: Pacific Bay, Heather Valentine

Why on earth does she appear so little? She has an awesome design, a lovely relationship with Hannah, and also disappears halfway through the game, not even being mentioned after White Peaks. What was all that build up for? Heather is introduced and seems to have relevance/build up to being an important character, but abruptly gets kicked out the game. A shame that happened to one of the members of the franchise's first main, queer couple. She should've been a recurring character.

Season 3: Save the World, Michelle Zuria

I'll be honest, s3 is my least favorite game in the series, but even I am supremely irritated by how stupid her death is. She gets, generously, three districts to shine, then she's killed by a suspect who's never appeared before (hate it when that happens in a district finale, it seems like such a cop-out), because this intelligent and cunning woman decided to wander off on her own in the birthplace of SOMBRA, with no backup, without telling anyone...and if I remember correctly, we don't even learn why she went off on her own! Screw that. If you're going to kill off a character, you should NEVER make them stupid to contrive the narrative to fit killing them off. That's a huge pet peeve of mine. Michelle deserved better.

Season 4: Mysteries of the Past, Veronica Rochester

I was originally going to put Clarissa Rochester here, but stopped, because I still felt like we learned a fair bit about her in her case. Same with Lissa Avery, another person I considered (Lissa, feel free to direct Samson's calls to me...). But I ultimately decided on Veronica, because it fells like we know nothing about her! There's a lot of interesting potential to her. She was only 19 when she gave birth to Archie, and she lives in a place with lots of factory fumes that wouldn't be good for an asthmatic, and doesn't seem to be very involved in her son's life. She says in Civil Blood that Archie's studying to take over her business, but that doesn't seem to be true, even if he briefly worked with her when she returned. Was she lying? Unaware he was getting a law degree? She initially appears apathetic and controlled, but that mask can easily skip into anger, irritation, frustration. Did she know her husband cheated on her and was violent to their son? Did she care? And most of all, where did she go?! Did she ever learn of Archie's death? Is she dead? Did Malcolm or Horatio kill her? If so, why? Did she stage her own disappearance? How? Why? All answers I wish we had gotten.

Season 5: The Conspiracy, Julia Brine

This is probably the most obvious pick. I won't go into too much detail as I made a post about this a while ago here, but she's the only Ad Astra member not considered a recurring character. When you have such little content the only thing I remember about you is you're a germaphobe, CEO, tried to spread evil corn, gassed a kid and his dad, has a crush on a violent misogynist, took a grenade to the face after agreeing to fight against a greater evil (without being directly talked to, unlike Joe and Rozetta), and, when I showed a picture of her using her power to a friend of mine not in CC and they said it looked like she was ripping the biggest fart...there's something wrong, especially for someone meant to be one of the main antagonists of the game.

Season 6: Travel in Time, Nebet

Now, this might be a surprise, since Nebet is by far the best and most developed character in the game. But that's the thing. She so blows everyone else out of the water to the point that I don't care about anyone else, I want to know more about her. More specifically, a detailed breakdown of what happened when she was in exile that made her realize how wrong her family was, how they, including her, needed to be stopped, lethally so, how she was at her happiest when she was with the main characters. I'd read a book just about her in exile.

Season 7: Supernatural Investigations, Luke Fernandez

Out of all of the main characters in this game, I always felt like he was the least developed. All the other main characters either have several cases/have an arc dedicated to them (ex: Gwen and her family, Hope and her guardian, plus the entire end of the game, Priya has an adorable, game-long romance with Zander, etc). But Luke doesn't have as strong of a backstory/detailed backstory as the others, doesn't have a lot of relevance to the story/game, and doesn't have an interesting/compelling relationship with any other characters. Luke is just kinda...there, which is a shame, because with one exception, I actually like all the main characters in s7.

Season 8: City of Romance, Lea Bonnet

I was originally going to say Cody James since he's severely underutilized after his interesting story in the first district (and okay story in the second), but I picked Lea because I defy anyone to name a single thing she ever did in the game

That was super fun to write, thank you for the ask!

[wyvernity]

sss day my favorite national holiday WOOOOHHHH

bonus

[onesnoopyaday]

I AM AT MY LIMIT

Snoopy #90

30/12/2024

description under the cut

[description: a cartoon-style drawing of Snoopy's head. Snoopy is a white dog with black ears. His eyes are shut and his mouth is a horizontal line. There are two large blue teardrops, one under each eye. The text "I am at my limit" is handwritten across the top of the image.]

[melancholictunes]

slides over to your narrator all cool and casual like

Heeeeyyyyyyyyyy there handsome can I offer u a date in these trying times… 😋

if not……… then idfk can I like make u something to eat??

Maybe you should say please with a few dozen cherries ontop. Perhaps he'll give in. Or, if enough people ask, peer pressure.

I would ask too..

[nobodybetterlookatme]

ARE YOU AND COWORKER DATING?! 👀 👀

Ahdkakskal perchance yes

[agapestricken]

margaret atwood, alias grace; slightly modified to say 'her' instead of 'his.'

[greyedian]

saw this post on my dash again and I didn't want to ramble in the tags and bother op there, but yea it's still 100% how I feel about Viktor.

Disclaimer that I myself am not disabled, so I don't think I'm in any position to talk about how his character was handled in that regard.

I just want to say that as a trans man, reading the lore of the machine herald was really cathartic and deeply relatable in ways I'm not articulate enough to express. And I will forever be sad that the lore was retconned bc y'know *points at the linked post bc it's a good post*

I don't have any smart or insightful commentary to make here either, I just wanted to get that out of my system. RIP the machine herald you will always be a comforting trans headcanon to me <3

[hoziersong]

sometimes the smallest things annoy me

[kenyummy]

✰ 01. the ballad of a bygone blight.

✰ ꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ platonic yandere batfam / spider! reader ꒱

✰ 01. sparkless life.

SYNOPSIS : being spidey isn't easy. being transported into an alternate universe where you're nothing but a shadow in your house, makes sneaking around a little easier... until you find yourself the apple of their eye... kind of.

note: guys i couldnt resist posting criesssss . also master is used as a gender neutral term!!!! couldn't be bothered to put master/mistress every time so

prev. ✰ masterlist. ✰ next.

When you wake up, your eyes are permeated by a hard light. Your eyes are squinted hard and you're having a difficult time getting your eyes to focus.

Your brain is fuzzy and feels like melted candy in your head. What was going on, again...? This bed... it's really comfy. It's like laying on a bed made of clouds, fairy dust, and your hopes and dreams.

(Nothing like your lumpy mattress back home... May told you it built character.)

You reach your hand up, to try and block out the harsh glare directed right into your retina. It dims in a second, and for a moment—you think you've finally developed mutant powers of telekinesis. You sit up—only to discover you were not actually the one who turned off said lights.

"Apologies, Master [name]." An older man with a distinct British accent stands in the door—a few feet away from the bed you're resting on. "I did not realise you had awoken already. I would've turned down the lights, if I was aware."

You blink, surveying the room around you. It's big. Unfamiliar, as well. Modern. Really big. Wait, did he just call you—

"Master [name]?" Your mouth moves faster than your mind, and your brows furrow deep. "What... where am I?"

The older man looks genuinely puzzled at how defensive your stance is. "Oh dear. Perhaps you did end up getting lead poisoning. Or a concussion. ... No matter. This recent amnesia is common within traumatic injuries."

He clears his throat with strict elegance and straightens his posture, "[name]. I believe you were attacked in an alleyway, when your brother found you. You were in the hospital for a few days, and brought back here—back home—this morning. You're currently in one of your father's guest rooms. The doctors said you were healing miraculously fast."

You hiss lowly. You really hope they hadn't gotten a blood sample—you haven't had the best of experiences with people getting your blood.

"You seem to be alright now. A bit..." He looks at your exposed, scarred shoulders. "Scuffed up—but better than when Master Jason had found you."

Your brother... Jason...? Who even...?

What's going on here?

Your heart seems to skip a beat as the calculations start going off in your head. A world you had never heard of... a place you'd never seen before—perhaps you weren't on a different world, and like you had suspected... it was definetly some multiverse shenanigans again.

You knew you should've made Jess take that mission instead of you. Damn. You and your dumb rivalry with Doc.

But you couldn't understand why this random man knows you. He speaks as if you've lived a life with him—like he's known you since...

You chew down on your bottom lip. "... This is... my home. I live here, don't I...?"

You play with words cautiously, speaking slow and methodical. It only serves to confuse the man even further.

"Yes, you... do? Master [name], perhaps you should go back to the hospital. You're sounding rather frazzled—"

You almost jump up, out of the sheets, "Uh—no! I... I'm fine. My head's just a bit... messed up right now. Sorry."

It's not—after that flashbang, you're feeling fine. Your shoulder only burns with a stretch whenever you put too much pressure on it—but you're completely okay otherwise. But you don't think you should let him know that just yet.

"If you insist, Master [name]." He bows his head. "Do you require any further assistance?"

You blink, considering your choices.

Eventually, you land on the safest option. Search your surroundings. Find out what's going on here before going all Spider-ham on them. For all you know—they're super skrulls waiting for the right moment to strike. You need to be smart about this.

"Yes... I would like to go to my room... could you... walk me there?" You don't meet his stern gaze. "I'm not sure I'm able to walk on my own two feet just yet. I'm sorry."

You don't see how his stare softens at your words. "Of course, Master [name]."

He walks over to the edge of the bed and steadies you with a hand on your shoulder as you shakily stumble out of the bed. It's bouncy enough to launch you forward slightly—and it takes every muscle in your body to stop your Spidey-instincts from taking over and jumping backwards.

He slips your arm within his and steadies you as you both slowly walk out of the large guest room. If this was a guest room—you wonder what your room looked like.

The hallways weren't anything to sneeze at, either. Decorated with contemporary art pieces—sleek and so shiny you could see your face in the tiles below your bare feet. You felt so out of place—the civilian clothes you sported since you got here still dressed your body, and it wasn't even close to fitting in.

As you stumble down the halls with a bit of overdramacy, a man suddenly appears from around a corner. Deep black hair and the brightest blue eyes you'd ever seen. His smile is wide and he waves enthusiastically, "Hey, Alfred! I got back from Blüdhaven after uh—I heard what happened."

"Hello, Master Dick. It's lovely to see you back home again." Alfred nods his head. The man in question—Dick, apparently, which makes the immature teen in you giggle—gives you a sorrowful expression.

But... doesn't say anything past that. He continues small talk with Alfred—and you're left propped up in the older man's arms with a lost expression.

Did he... just blow you off?

One—that was pretty rude. Two, did he not just say he came back after he heard what happened? Not to toot your own horn or anything—but you'd assume being shot kind of counts as a "what happened".

You press your lips firmly together. This was getting awkward for you, especially seeing how comfortable this huge Dick (yeah, you're taking it and running with it) seemed to be with leaving this sickly, wounded (maybe you're being a tad dramatic) person to stumble like a baby fawn, in silence.

Alfred, however—catches sight of your one-sided tension, and abruptly ends his conversation. "My apologies, Master Dick, but I must help [name] to their room. I would love to continue this conversation at a later date."

"Oh yeah, no sweat, Alfred." He gives the older man a gleeful thumbs up. Then, his eyes meet yours. "Get better soon, okay?"

You avert his stare and only nod in response. Well, at least he noticed you were there. You're still in mild shock, but you somehow manage to keep a pleasant expression. With one last small smile, Dick walks away—where, you don't really care about.

Alfred slowly helps you up a flight of stairs. He only breaks the silence after you find yourself standing in front of a room with a faded name on it. Your name. "... All these years, and only now, you've suddenly changed. I wonder..."

His words are cryptic, but his expression even more so. What was he talking about? "... Huh?"

A small smile fades on his face. "Ah... no. It's nothing. I was thinking out loud. Call me if you need anything else, Master [name]. I am at your service. And please... get better soon."

Somehow, it sounds nicer when he says it. You smile a little, and give him a nod.

"Thank you..." You test out his name on your tongue. It feels natural. "Alfred. I'll try my best."

He leaves with a curt nod and not another word. You finally slide the door open, and take a look around.

You step inside, and it's like you've entered a whole new world, again.

It's... small. Not by regular standards—it's almost double the size of your room at home—but compared to a guest bedroom in this overly massive home... it's rather small. Like a closet, more than a bedroom.

It's empty, too. Your room at home is decorated with posters and trinkets of your favourite shows, pictures of you with Harry and MJ (sometimes even the four), and memorable items you've collected with your friends and family over the years.

Memories. You had memories.

There is nothing here.

It's like you're standing in a blank slate—in a world where you are nothing and yet everything you've ever had. It sends a chill down your spine.

You walk barefoot across cold wood and take a seat on the bedsheets. Bare white with a childish print. Something a young child would use. It looks pretty scuffed up. Old. The mattress creaks under your weight and you wince.

There's a bookshelf just opposite to you. There's not much in it—in fact, it's smaller than small and is almost completely empty. There's nothing but school textbooks and thick novels. And...

It catches your eye almost immediately. A little pink slip in the midst of deep black and brown colours. You stand up—ignoring the creak that follows—and walk over to the shelf.

You slip the book out, and immediately take in its cover. Pink, and with your name in wonky cursive. It's rather dusty, as if it hadn't even been touched in years.

You flip open the cover. Big bubble letters spelling out My diary flash you and you quickly flip the page before the glitter sears into your eyelids.

The first entry is there. Exactly seven years and two months ago. It's nothing like those entries you've seen on those corny 2000's TV shows for tweens—nor is it like those aesthetic journaling girls on Pwinterest.

It's something, familiarly, you. A short clunk of text about your day, on days that had some sort of exciting event going on—something you'd undoubtedly do. It almost makes you grimace.

This whole multiverse thing might be worse than you thought.

Two days ago I moved into a new house. My mom said she couldn't take care of me anymore, and I had to live with my dad. I've never seen him until today, but he's really busy, so we don't talk much. Alfred is nice to me, and his cooking is really yummy.

There's a little sketch of a baked dinner—and despite your pre-tween art skills, it does seem rather tasty looking.

You flip the page. The next entry is a week after the last.

I still haven't talked with dad yet. But I did meet two new people. Alfred said that they're my new brothers. Mom never wanted any more babies, so I was very excited to meet them! Jason is fun to play with. He's really bad at hide and go seek, though—I always win! Dick is fun too, but he's busy a lot, like dad. But he always makes time for me and Jason. I really like it here.

There's a small picture of three stick people holding hands. One is significantly short than the other two—labelled with your name above. The one on the left to you is Jason, with black curls and a wide grin. The one on the right is labelled Dickie, much taller than the other two and with shaggy black hair.

The drawing is innocent. Cute. Wholesome, if you will. There's even heart stickers pasted (and peeling, by now) between each of your heads.

You flip the page with a small, fond smile. The next entry is three days after that one.

Dad played with me, Jason, and Dickie today. He was really bad at hide and go seek too—but Dad and Jason chased each other all around the house before I caught both of them. I was so happy I won today! Dad took us all out for dinner, even Alfred. Alfred said he only came because I always look very happy when we're together. The dinner was really yummy!!!!

The drawing underneath is a picture of what looked like a smaller version of you, standing triumphantly with a little tiara on your head.

You flip the page. This time—there's a significant gap between the dates. This was a whole 5 months after you last wrote in your diary.

I don't know where Jason is. Dad and Dickie look really sad. They've been really busy for a long time, and we don't play much anymore. The only times I see Dad is at dinner. But we don't talk. Sometimes he doesn't eat dinner, either. Alfred still puts my drawings on the fridge, and he says that Dad and Dickie are just sad now, and they'll be better soon. I miss Jason. I want him back home.

There's no silly-looking drawing to go underneath this entry. This Jason—apparently the man who saved you—seemed rather fun-loving, despite whatever happened to him. You wonder what it was.

You flip the page, again. This entry was 3 months after the last.

I miss Dad, and Dickie. Dickie told me he had to go away for a bit, because he has something important to do somewhere else. Dad is busy all the time. I haven't seen him in 4 days. I don't play with anyone but Alfred now, but he's not that fun to play with, because he's so serious all the time. Dad tells me to go on my iPad and not bother Alfred when I'm bored, but I miss them.

Next one is 2 days after.

I met a new boy today. Dad told me he's my new brother. I was pretty excited because he's my age. But he didn't want to talk to me. He said he was too caught up in important stuff, and that I should just come back later. But he looked real annoyed when saying it—so I didn't come back. He didn't say anything, so I don't think he cared.

A week later.

My dad is Batman, and my new brother is Robin. I'm freaking out. He never told me—I saw them sneaking out one day and I got really mad. Why didn't he tell me? Did Dickie and Jason know? Was I the only one who didn't? Tim got mad at me when I started yelling. I felt really sad so I hid in my room to get away from them. I've been here since. Alfred brought me dinner, but I'm not hungry.

So... this Batman who you saw before, is actually your dad? In this world, this is your father? You almost drop the diary in shock, but you can't tear your eyes away. You can't stop reading.

The next few entries don't catch your eye—it's all teen angst about how you're sick of how busy your dad is, how annoying Tim can be, how Dick won't even visit your room anymore—until something else catches your eye.

3 years later.

Jason is back. He's back home. I don't know why, but he's back. I was so excited to see him again—everyone else has become so busy and won't even talk to me. Nobody else has time for me, but Jason did. But he looked different. He's way older than me, now. He won't even look at me. I tried to hug him but he just put a mask on and walked away. Why is everyone doing this to me? What did I do? It's not fair.

Your writing grows into chicken scratch near the end—as if conveying your frustration. You skim through a few more entries. More teen angst. More about how you can't even hold a conversation with your siblings anymore.

Some were sweet, like how you met some people, unnamed, and treasured their friendship so deeply, but they were few and far between.

I met a girl today. She's my sister now. Her name is Cassandra, and she has very pretty eyes. I tried to talk to her, but dad got pretty mad at me because apparently she doesn't like to talk much. How was I supposed to know that? She didn't even look at me as dad pulled her away. Who even is she? Why does my dad like her better than me? Why does he like them all better than me? It's not fair.

You're bitter. You're upset, and so, so bitter. It's so abundantly clear that as time went on, you became progressively more and more spiteful. It was rather sad to watch.

This stupid little kid tried to kill me. Claimed I was unworthy. I couldn't give less of a shit what he thinks—but my family couldn't give less of a shit about me. They said he's troubled, that he needs patience.

The new few words were less than family friendly. Unkind? Definitely. Deserved? Possibly.

I can't believe this. I'm so sick of this. I want to get out. I can't take this anymore. Jason kills people now, but Bruce still loves him. Even Steph and Babs get more love from Bruce than me. They're not even in the family, but they're better. Because they're superheroes, they're better. Maybe I'll be a hero myself. Maybe then, they'll see me.

You flip the page. That's the last entry. The last page of the book—but behind it, there's a page made of sticky notes on the back cover. Your eyes widen in shock at what you see.

It's all...

"Spidey," you read out the name atop this pasted page in a low whisper.

Your fingertips trace over the detailed drawings. Your costume. Though not made of nanotech—the suit was intricately designed with spider patterns falling all around your arms and legs, with a large spider torso. It looked somewhat like Silk's suit.

Web shooters, with thorough calculations on how much you'd have to bulk up to swing without taking your arm off (which, by what you're reading, was humanly impossible for a regular you), and detailed explanations on what the web fluid was made out of.

More environmentally sustainable than your ones. You'd have to take these notes back home.

It wasn't like your family would go looking—you can't help but think, chewing on your cheek. This was incredible. You must've been a real genius to figure all this out.

Back home, you had Reed and Tony help you with all your spider stuff. Sure, you were the one who came up with all the base ideas and constructed it all yourself—but they helped out a lot with all the technicalities. But to come up with something like, from what you can tell, all on your own...

It was nothing short of incredible. And your family had no idea.

You snap the book shut, eyes narrowing down at the ground. Your Aunt May never would've treated you like this—and if you were correct, this other you must be with your aunt right now.

Good for them, you think. Maybe they'd be happier there, anyway.

A sudden knock at your door brings you out of your stupor. You slip the book away quickly as Alfred opens the door, bowing his head slightly. "Master [name], dinner is ready. If you're feeling better, please come down."

The prospect of a family dinner leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, especially after all you've read from this diary. No matter. You don't know how this you behaved before, but you have bigger issues to deal with than becoming a copy of this sad child.

But despite everything... Alfred really did seem to care for them—for you. You nod, smoothing out your cami. "Thanks. Let's go."

You and he both head down the stairs, and you finally come face to face with the family you've heard so much about.

They're all grinning from ear-to-ear, laughing about something that "happened on patrol" as you take a seat at the end of the table—beside a blonde girl who you think was called Stephanie—chewing on the food.

It was good. Really good. Almost as good as Aunt May's meatloaf. The thought makes you feel a little homesick, but you persevere. The hard glare given to you across the table by this small kid (definitely Damian) isn't helping, though.

Dick catches the look and follows his little brothers gaze to you. He doesn't say anything about it—only ruffles the boy's hair, chuckling, and asks why he seems so glum. The child hisses and starts trying to stab the man with a steak knife, to no avail—of course.

That was the last time you were even glanced at for the rest of the dinner. You almost can't believe it. How could somebody really fade into the background like that? How could such a family let it happen?

How could they be so ignorant? You lose your appetite soon enough, and stand up. The chatter dies down for a second. Stephanie—being the closest toward you, gives you an uncomfortable smile, "Are you not going to finish? You were out for a while... you need energy to get back up and do..."

Whatever it is you do at home, you guess that's probably what she was thinking. Who said you hadn't gotten a telepathic mutation?

She doesn't finish her sentence. You'd just met these people and already you were sick of this. Seriously, you don't think you could get any more uncomfortable if somebody strapped you to a chair and tossed you down a dark well.

You miss the most fantastic of fours you know. They'd never do this to you. Sue was far too sweet.

You shake your head, plate held tight in your hand. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. There's much more important things out there in Gotham, isn't there? Besides—I have more than enough time to heal. Not like I'm doing any hero stuff, huh?"

Your laugh lacks any kind of humour, and you walk out in your typical Spidey fashion. The chatter doesn't spike up for a good ten minutes until after you leave.

You meet Alfred in the kitchen, and he's doing countless dishes alone. There's a stack of plates almost as tall as he is. You roll up your sleeves.

He gives you a confused look. "Master [name]? I have told you before, you—"

"I don't care what you told me." You say, suddenly—but you backtrack when you realise how flat your tone was. Cheeks flushed, you correct yourself, "Ah—sorry. I meant... I don't care what you told me, because it doesn't matter if you don't want help... I'll offer it anyway, you know? I can't help it. It's how I am."

It's why I'm Spidey. Not because I have powers. Not because I'm good at swinging around. Not even because the costume is awesome.

It's because you can't help but help others. You have the power to do so—now it's your responsibility.

You take a sponge, and douse it in dishwashing liquid. You scrub down a porcelain plate beside Alfred in silence.

The pensive look on his face was now replaced by a small, fond smile.

we getting into the typical diary entry stuff okokokkkk but. love interests next chapter. smirks let me cook!!!@

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[square-eggs-talking-dogs]

I am the main provider of two loved ones/roommates that are both disabled, one with cancer, and the other still recovering from mono. I have missed a ton of work making sure they're getting to appointments and being advocated for in the hospital. I myself am not doing well, I am going through a lupus flare and struggling badly with my mental health.

We are behind on bills, our wifi got turned off for a bit last month, putting me out of work for longer than I otherwise would've been. The only reason we are housed now is bc a very supportive friend made sure we were able to pay rent. We don't have enough for food, bills, or medical stuff rn. We live in the south and truly need to be getting a name change and other legal stuff done too just for saftey reasons, but when we can't afford the day-to-day that is hilariously out of reach.

I post art at my art blog @theartistrans seen above. If anyone would prefer to help by buying something from there, most of it's for sale, and generally helping with this allows me to continue to be alive and making art.

Dm me for proof or details, but also vetted by @kyra45-helping-others who does scam busting on here

PP--$C--V--kofi--GFM for my roommate's cancer treatment

[charmedimsure]

Warmth || kang dae-ho

pairing: Kang Dae-ho x f!reader

summary: Dae-ho drags you outside to enjoy the snow

word count: 1.5k

warnings: just fluff :)

A/N: i put up a post saying i needed requests and then instantly thought of this and wrote it in like 3 hours. i got some good requests though so those will be out at some point. if you find any mistakes no you didn't <3

You groan as your doorbell is rung again. Wrapping your warm blanket around yourself, you trudge over to the door, pulling it open to glare at whoever is disturbing your lazy day.

You're met with the face of your friend Dae-ho, the usual bright smile lighting up his face. He's all bundled up in a heavy coat and scarf, a warm hat covering his head. It would've warmed your heart had you not been hoping to avoid contact of any type with the entirety of humankind today.

"Hey, Love!" he beams at you.

"What do you want?" you grumble.

He chuckles, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "It's so beautiful outside today! I thought we could spend some time outside."

You cock an eyebrow at him. "You know there's at least a foot of snow out there, right?"

He nods enthusiastically.

You sigh. "Dae-ho..."

"Before you say no," he cuts you off, "just come out with me for a little while. We'll go to the park around the corner. If you hate it we'll come right back."

You bite your lip as you weigh the options. On the one hand, you get cold very quickly. On the other hand, you've never been able to say no to Dae-ho. "Fine."

Dae-ho cheers, making you chuckle.

Thirty minutes later you arrive at the park. You changed into your thickest pair of jeans, put on your fuzziest socks, and slipped into your puffiest coat. You turn to face Dae-ho. "Okay, we're here. What do you want to do?"

"Well, we obviously have to build a snowman," he says matter-of-factly.

You chuckle. "Of course, how naïve of me to think otherwise."

Dae-ho works on making the first snowball for the base while you roll the balls for the middle and the head. As you're rolling the middle piece near where Dae-ho is, you let out a laugh when you see the massive snowball in front of him. "Dae-ho, that thing's huge!"

He just smiles over his shoulder at you. "Well you took too long, Love."

You chuckle, crouching down to put your arms around your snowball. You try to lift it, but it barely budges from the ground.

"Do you need help with that?"

"No!" you shout. You try a few more times before giving up with a sigh. "Yes."

Dae-ho laughs, walking over and picking up the snowball like it weighs nothing, plopping it perfectly in the center of the base.

"Show off," you grumble at him, making him chuckle. You go back to pick up the head, bringing it over and carefully placing it on top of the snowman. "Do you have anything for it's face?"

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a few acorns. "I found these over by the trees." He sticks them into the snowman's head, making two eyes and a smiling mouth.

You run over and grab two sticks, sticking them in the middle to be the arms. Dae-ho takes off his hat, putting it on top of the snowman.

You both step back to admire your work.

"I gotta say," you speak up, "this is probably the best snowman I've ever built." You point to the base. "Definitely the one with the biggest ass."

"What should we name him?" Dae-ho asks.

"Dae-ho."

"What?" he asks.

You chuckle. "No, I mean we should name him Dae-ho. He is wearing your hat."

He laughs, walking over to stand next to the snowman. "Do we really look that much alike?"

You look between him and the snowman. "Wait, which one's the real Dae-ho?"

He rolls his eyes as you laugh at yourself.

"I'm just kidding," you say. "Of course I know you're the real Dae-ho. Your ass is bigger than his."

Dae-ho's eyes widen as you laugh. "Oh, you're in for it." He scoops up a mound of snow.

You run away, unable to stop the laughs that are escaping you as Dae-ho chases you through the park.

You squeal as an arm wraps around you, pulling your back flush against Dae-ho's chest. You turn your head to look up at him. "Dae-ho, no!"

"Sorry, Love, but you asked for it," he smiles. He pulls at the back of your coat, shoving the snow down your back. You let out a scream as the cold sensation envelops your body.

You quickly bend down and pick up a handful of snow, throwing it in Dae-ho's face as he's still laughing at you.

Before he can do anything, you push him backwards, making him fall back into the snow. On his way down, he's able to grab the front of your coat, bringing you right down on top of him with an 'oof'.

You look at him, both of you falling into a fit of laugher at the state you're in.

"Get off of me," Dae-ho whines.

You wrap your arms around him. "No, you're so warm," you say, snuggling into him. "You're like a furnace."

Instead of him pushing you into the snow like you expect, he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

"Thank you for coming out with me, Love," he says.

"Thank you for forcing me outside," you return. "I'm actually having a really good time."

"Well you're with me, so of course you're having a good time," he says, rubbing your back.

You chuckle, pulling your head away to look at him. "That's true."

You both spend the next few moments looking at each other, smiling like madmen.

"Are you cold?" you ask him.

He shakes his head. "How could I be cold when you make me feel so warm inside."

You roll your eyes, pushing yourself off of him. "Oh, shut up."

He laughs as you stand up, brushing the snow off of you. You look down and see a familiar piece of clothing.

"Oh crap, my hat fell off." You pick it up, attempting to put it on your head but the gloves you're wearing make it nearly impossible. You grunt. "Stupid gloves."

"I got it," Dae-ho says, standing up and taking off his own gloves. You hand the hat to him and he pulls it over your head. You smile at the warmth it provides, but your smile falls as Dae-ho yanks the hat down to cover the majority of your face.

"Damnit, Dae-ho!" you yell, hearing the man laughing in front of you.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist," he says, taking the bottom of the hat and folding it over so you can see again.

"You're so mean to me," you complain. "I'm nothing but a perfect angel and you just bully me."

"Says the girl who pushed me in the snow!" Dae-ho scoffs, a smile lighting up his face.

"You deserved it!" you defend, a small laugh laced into your words.

"You're just upset that I'm prettier than you," he shrugs.

"The girl is always better looking than the guy," you state.

He smirks. "So we're together now, huh?"

You hiss. "I was referring to me and the other Dae-ho," you say, pointing to the snowman.

Dae-ho pulls back with an offended look on his face that almost makes you burst out laughing. "Him over me?!"

"What can I say, he's a great kisser," you say.

Dae-ho takes a small step closer to you. "Bet I'm better."

You try to ignore the way your heart is pounding as he gets closer. "Alright, let's make a bet. If snowman Dae-ho is a better kisser, you have to make me hot chocolate when we get back to my place."

"If I'm the better kisser, you have to make me hot chocolate and lay with me on your couch while we watch a movie. My choice, of course."

You chuckle. He sticks his hand out. "Do we have a deal?"

You nod, shaking his hand. "We have a deal."

You move to pull your hand away but Dae-ho tightens his grip, pulling you toward him. He brings his other hand to your jaw, angling your head so he can place his lips directly onto yours.

You close your eyes, smiling against his lips as a warmth spreads through you. Your lips move in sync, fitting perfectly against each other as your arms wrap around his neck, trying to pull him even closer.

You feel him smile against you as he wraps an arm around your waist, tilting you back to kiss you even deeper. He pulls away, pressing one last kiss to your lips before fully pulling back.

"So," he says. "Who's better."

You suck in a breath through your teeth. "I don't know, it's a tough decision."

Dae-ho rolls his eyes, making you laugh. You grab onto his scarf and pull him down to you, pressing another kiss to his lips. "Come on, big guy, I'll go make us some hot chocolate."

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[felibrary]

synopsis: they say the ‘eyes are windows to the soul’. anyone who glances at phainon would immediately notice—the chrysos heir's cerulean gaze is solely fixated on you, starstruck and overflowing with love."

wordcount: 0.5k | content & warnings: gn!reader, tooth rotting fluff, phainon is head over heels, phainon tries cringe flirting methods gone wrong, b99 ref the ones who get it get it ; drabble

author's note: hey hoes guess who's back. 1) was at the psych ward 2) had purple hair 3) now have turquoise hair 4) fake ginger guy and i had a fight but now we're talking again..kind of

being loved means feeling safe. 

there isn’t a moment where PHAINON takes his eyes off you. he always ensures that you’re safe because who knows what dangers will strike—putting you at risk would be the least thing he’d want. 

whether that’s ensuring you get home safely, making sure you take care of yourself and aren’t neglecting your needs, affirming you whenever you feel sullen—you name it. phainon is always willing to take care of you. 

those actions are enough to make anyone falter, but for you, it’s the small things that matter. the little and what others would consider trivial gestures that make your heart race.

—

“phainon, is everything alright?” 

you throw him a worried glance as he hasn’t said anything for the past minutes, which is beyond usual for the chrysos heir. on any other occasion, he’d talk your ear off, and you’d happily listen as you nod along, but this time, he’s entirely quiet.

he, on the other hand, doesn’t seem worried in the slightest; no, on the contrary, he looks rather amused. “yes, why’d you think otherwise?” he places his chin in the palm of his hand and leans into it.

“you've been staring at me for the past minute, and i’m concerned,” you inform him while trying to study his expression—in vain, you might want to mention.

phainon chuckles, and his cerulean eyes that were surveying you take shape into crescent moons. “nothing, really. just admiring how nice you look and how lucky i am to have you.” he opens his eyes, and you can only scrutinize the way his white eyelashes flutter. 

if you wouldn’t know otherwise, you’d think phainon’s eyes were jewels the way they glimmer and gleam as they softly look at you.

—

“did you just try the triangle method on me?”

you exclaim in disbelief, as if you couldn’t believe that your boyfriend has seriously tried to swoon you by using some silly technique. when he called out your name and didn’t say anything, simply staring at you, you thought that at first, perhaps phainon was just frozen in place.

but to think that his cerulean eyes would then wander from one of yours eyes to another, eventually down to your lips and back to your eyes, would lead his eyes to glisten with something similar to mischief and…—

“oh god, please don’t tell me you just licked your lips,” you groan irritatedly.

at the mention that phainon seemed to jolt. “whaaaat?? ho…” the chrysos heir tries to play it off, by innocently looking away, but the smile that crinkled at the corners of his lips told another story.

“wanted to kiss me so bad that you tried chapping your lips by licking them, seriously?” you remark sarcastically, not expecting anything out of it.

“‘wanted to kiss me so bad’ title of your sextape,” phainon whispers in a silly voice, trying to imitate yours in the process.  “phainon!” you lightly slap him on the shoulder, cracking a smile while doing so. 

“can i still get the kiss, though?” 

it’s not the way he says it because his eyes say more than enough. those blue eyes of his were going to be the death of you at some point—you just know it.

end note: well, actually, he was just pleading like a puppy who had been kicked out by his owner, begging to be taken back

this is dedicated to the og phainon fucker who posted 10 insta stories with the same picture of phainon and different songs: @azullumi (who would've thought...) ANYWAY azul my beloved sweetheart, i cherish you more than anyone. i think especially in those times, the periods where i struggle and suffer in misery for various reasons, i remember that i have friends who care about me, and that most importantly includes you. yes, indeed, love is supposed to feel safe and whenever I'm with you i feel safe. your words are like raindrops dribbling down my skin and cleansing me from all the impurities and harms i have inflicted. you're so much more than just an online friend to me, you're my platonic soulmate and my comfort person. it's been a year since we've known each other now and that's actually so surreal, don't you think? love you lots xx

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[dragonroar64]

hi I'm alive

While I'm here I've come up with a bonus idea(so thanks for like. Fishing me up out of the tags lmao):

Final episode is available on both channels and they're very similar except on Ivory's channel it has her music and pacing but Evbo edited it so it's got no color grading, almost exclusively uses 1st person POV like evbo's vids do(from what I remember don't kill me if this is wrong por favor I wasn't paying too much attention), etc; and on evbo's channel it's got his pacing and vine boom addiction but also ivory edited it so it's got beautiful camera angles and all the color grading and insane use of sound effects. You have to watch both to get the finale properly. This will have no consequences we should totally get them to do this /j

I would pay physical money to see a Minecraft video where Ivory and Evbo are the co-directors/editors

Not because I think it would be good

But because I desperately want to see the clash of what might be the two most radically different editing styles I’ve seen in mcyt

Ivory who uses Minecraft to show off a story versus Evbo who uses a story to show off Minecraft

Ivory who uses long, slow shots versus Evbo who uses quick cuts

Ivory’s show versus Evbo’s tell

Ivory “I planned Whitepine literal years in advance” versus Evbo “I didn’t feel like writing anything in the book so I decided it was written in parkour”

Ivory’s self-produced soundtracks versus Evbo’s liberal use of vine booms

Ivory “Killing God” versus Evbo “Becoming the Parkour God”

I love both of these creators and I think their editing styles should not interact but I would still love to see it happen

[ghelullu]

I’ve been looking for a nice Prequelle era Ghoul mask for a while now, but they usually either didn’t look the way I wanted or were far too expensive for my budget or simply not available in Europe (or in general) or-...

Then I saw @thehypnone’s Cosplay on my dash, loved the look of his mask and discovered, much to my delight, that he makes them himself. So, I ordered one and what can I say?

The whole process was fantastic. There’s a form to fill out, the prices are more than fair and the communication was super open and friendly, shipping was quick and safe.

And, most importantly, it looks wonderful! I mean, check out the pics above (I'm sorry, I'm currently moving and my entire life is stored in boxes, otherwise I would've staged nicer photos)

If you want to get a Prequelle Ghoul mask, I cannot recommend Hypnone enough!

Check out his Mask Info post here!

Update!!!

My plan was to put it on an IKEA Iskärna and it looks just as good as I hoped for.

[porcupine-girl]

I just read Howl's Moving Castle, and it was much more My Kind Of Thing than I was expecting! I mean I expected to like it, otherwise I wouldn't have read it - I barely manage to read 10% of the books I do think I'll like, I don't have time for the rest.

But like, the type of fantasy, the prose style, the narrative structure, the fact that being an old lady set Sophie free in a lot of ways that I hope she gets to keep once she's young again, all of it was My Kind of Thing enough that I'm torn between reading Jones' other books (the unrelated ones, I've already put the other two in this universe on hold) and being worried that they'll be a huge disappointment lol

Actually I'm wary of the other two of these books as well, because really I want more of Howl and Sophie and to see them post-this-book, and I know the other two are mostly unrelated stories that happen to happen in the same universe and while they show up, they're not main characters. Idk if I'll like that.

I'm going to put spoilers under the cut because I made the mistake of looking in the tumblr tag for the book when I was halfway through (I had vague memories of a post comparing the book and movie characters, which I didn't find) and stumbled on some spoilers I wish I hadn't.

(Somehow the cut did not work the first time, sorry!)

First, I was spoiled for Howl actually being from our world (or a version of it). Of course, if I recognized Donne poetry I'd've already figured that out, and it turned out I was only like a chapter away from it anyhow, so it turned out not to be a huge deal, but still, that would've been a fun reveal.

But also, I was spoiled for Howl/Sophie actually happening as a romance. I mean, I'd obviously wondered, and they're clearly very fond of each other fairly quickly, but I kind of wish I hadn't known for sure that it was going to happen by the end of this book. Especially when she's still an old lady for so long - once you find out that Howl had known she was under a spell for a long time, it's an easy jump to make, but until then I wouldn't have expected him to be actually falling for her while she was still an old lady, so I thought maybe it was a possibility at the end of this book when she turns back but didn't really get started until the next book (this was also before I knew the other books aren't centered on them).

But yeah, the romance was also Exactly My Thing. The fact that Howl doesn't fall for her because she's pretty (even if he'd maybe hoped she was the girl he'd met before), he falls for her Old Lady With No More Fucks To Give attitude. Sure, she does things around the house like cooking and cleaning, but she's not stereotypically feminine by default because old women aren't seen as feminine in the same way young women are, and she has leaned the fuck into that and he's there for it. It's not exactly Darcy/Lizzy because it was never that antagonistic but it's very much the same sort of reasons for him falling for her, which is what I need in het romance.

God, I hope she gets to keep the mental and emotional freedom that being old gave her (while leaving behind the sucky parts of getting old). That's what I want to read about, her getting to be her whole self and how they navigate being who they are in a relationship.

Probably what I want is post-canon fanfic, but idk, I'd want something written very much in the style of the original and that's honestly a lot to expect from a fic author.

[420technoblazeit]

it pisses me off when people act like mel and viktor hated each other based off of ONE interaction where they were both stressed out by the piltover-zaun conflict and had a disagreement. like i know we don't have much to go off of but there's way more evidence that mel and viktor were friends or at least on good terms with each other. when jayce votes heimerdinger off of the council, that motion only succeeded because mel backed him up. she understood that the hexcore was the only hope they had to help viktor with his disease and because of her vote the other council members followed suit. it's the same with his and jayce's proposal for peace, the only reason why that plan would've worked is because of mel's support and her political connections with the rest of the council members. no one else would've voted for it otherwise

she also repeatedly expresses concern when viktor's condition worsens and tells jayce to spend time with him. not to mention that she's the only person aside from heimerdinger and sky that we ever see in jayce and viktor's lab. after viktor gets put into a coma she's also the one who ensures that the council doesn't use hextech weaponry and escalate the piltover-zaun conflict because she respected his wishes to never let hextech be used for war. viktor isn't even hostile towards her in the councilroom fight scene, he seems more curious about her powers than anything. i feel like im being gaslit every time i see a post that's like ooh i know mel and viktor HATED each other because i don't even think they did, i think some people just don't respect mel as a character and only see her as an obstacle to jayvik