#yes I know it’s likely OOC

[frosty-tian]

Going to be silly AF and say the reason Boulder wasn’t a mentor in Rescue bots Academy is because he’s expecting but still wants to help his close friends/team mates out and enjoys assisting the recruits on their growth.

[limbcom]

"Holding your hand doesn't have to mean that I accept your friendship," the liar said to the truthful, trying to lie in front of the only person who understands his intentions.

He knows, of course, that the liar did not lie. For the liar is also the truthful.

[sweetmapple]

Mostly Hiring manager, but HR manager and PR manager too

[raphalalaphyhamato]

||【❝𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲?❞】||

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

[PFP BY: @ghostbredtt]

Raphael Hamato (he/him/she/her), part time hero, part time wrestling lover, full time brother.

Raph'll always lend an advice if wanted, but fair warning, the answer is usually smashing it. Don't know why people don't use it more!

Check out the bozo pack!

【✸】 @mystic-hands-mike ✽

【✸】 @sherlock-c0rn ➽

【✸】 @bettertwin1 ✦

【✸】 @bettertwin9000 ⌬

【✸】 ... You're not a spider right?

Tagging system under cut!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

#arty shartsy - art tag

#jog thoughts - text posts

#raphs advice - ask tag

#plushy hoard - reblog tag

#mystic flame - Mikey tag

#batter batter swing - April tag

#leonaughter - Leo tag

#donafide tech - Donnie tag

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

OOC NOTE - I am not a system/introject. While I am a role-player, Donnie and Leo are not, and I ask you treat them with the respect warranted.

Okay, that's all !!

Stay and share your thoughts with your buddy Raph, yeah?

[wileycap]

Not that anyone asked, but the most hilarious way for Zuko to hide his Blue Spiriting when he's the Fire Lord would be...

Minister: The former treasurer is almost certainly funding the Ozai loyalists, but we can't get any hard evidence.

Zuko: [making unbroken eye contact with a random servant] Only the spirits can aid us.

Servant: sir i'm not-

Zuko: [staring harder] We have to hope that something comes out of the blue.

Servant: sir i'm not the blue spirit

Zuko: [leaning close] The Blue Spirit? Ah, yes. That legendary outlaw would be very useful right about now.

Servant:

[meat-object]

ive been watching moomin and i love these two

[ddodol]

does anyone play love and deepspace here and if you do— do we agree that eunseok = zayne and sungchan = caleb because (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[idolbound]

I think the fandom's hate for DA2 often forgets that the devs were forced into a like, 15 month development cycle by EA. It was pretty clear in how the game's levels were designed and reused, and it couldn't be polished into something more. But, what we got was a micro-level scale story with macro-scale consequences to the overall story of the series; it was a personal journey of an everyday person and all of their friends living in a shitty city, enduring the impossible stories of grief and change, all while dealing with the overarching consequences of the conflicts caused by a religious-political institution in real time.

Also, DA2 gave us Meredith, who is, by and large, not a god or supernatural entity, but just a woman, who was allowed far too much power that went entirely unchecked during her reign. It's a reflection of real world politicians and military leaders, which therefore makes her the most realistic type of villain in the series (and that's long before they gave her the red lyrium idol to turn her into a Boss Fight™).

Ultimately the other aspects of the games in this series - the level design, the combat, music, etc. - are all going to be subjective, especially when in comparison to the other games / your own personal preferences, but to say that it's just "objectively bad" when the story in and of itself is a departure from the other games where you get put into the role of Designated Hero™, whereas Hawke, for the most part, is Just Some Guy (gender neutral) (and this is also why I enjoy Rook in a similar-ish kind of way, where you accidentally become important at work), is really missing the point of what they were trying to do. I fully stand by the point that if Kirkwall got the DAV environment treatment today, it would be way more popular than it is.

[simantopia]

the sims 4 guide to references:

bella goth is the ONLY sim to exist

there has only been one spin-off series and that's mysims

[midnightmagicks]

//Today has been entirely too much ( @shadesofblades and I had to take our cat to the vet for a mystery ailment and he's still not eating or drinking) so I'm A Touch Stressed.

Please share some fun screenies/art/writing of your blorbos? ;;v;;

[dangerous-advantage]

jin guangyao: (villian monologuing) clever of you, sneaking into my hidden study like that. my fault, of course. my lack of vigilance comes back to bite me, i suppose. well, no matter. by the time your lan wangji follows after you, i will already be- wei wuxian, neck covered in hickies: actually, we broke up jin guangyao: wait. wait. stop. hold it. everybody stop. jin guangyao: jin guangyao: jin guangyao: what

[sidesteppostinghours]

1 for the fhr prompts? :3

prompts from here!

HI I STARTED WRITING THIS THE MINUTE I SAW THE PROMPT LIST SO. EXCELLENT TIMING HONESTLY. this was a fun little what-if scenario very much inspired by @firststrikerr nefferious incident fic, you all should go read it, it has incredibly fun argent and chen dynamics. BUT ANYWAY. herald and argent.. go!!!

(oh also, pspsps @dogueteeth-fhr since you requested it as well)

1. "Oh, the PR department isn't going to like this."

"Oh," Argent says, a slow grin creeping onto her face, teeth as sharp as her smile as she inspects the picture on the fridge. "Oh, the PR department is going to hate this."

Daniel wasn't listening to her, too busy being miserable with his face buried in his hands. He'd been stuck like this for ten minutes now, wordlessly coming to terms with the fact he was getting fired. By this point, he was beginning to make peace with the idea of retiring. He had a good career. Maybe he could come back as a vigilante some time in the future with a proper masked identity this time. It was a miracle he wasn't fired the minute he stepped foot inside Steel's office; then again, maybe it would've been a mercy. That was easily the single most awkward conversation of his life. There's not exactly a tactful way to tell your teammate to not kiss the villain that broke his leg.

"Where did he even find this? I haven't seen anything on the papers yet." Argent tugs it off the fridge, thank god, grabbing a donut before plopping herself on the table next to him.

"I don't know," he groans, the first words he's said since he found it hung up. "They were there when I got here. I haven't seen Ricardo at all today."

"I'm surprised he hasn't tore you a new one yet." She takes a bite of her snack, looking at the pictures like she was reading the morning newspaper. "Cyrus to Puppeteer is one hell of a rebound."

Daniel grimaces, which was an appropriate reaction, but not for the reasons she thinks. Right. He broke up with Cyrus. That was bad enough for Ortega, but now he's made out with Puppeteer. Who is also Cyrus. Except Ortega doesn't know that, because Daniel kept it a secret. For Cyrus. And Puppeteer.

Ricardo was going to kill him.

"How long do you think it'll take till the press gets a hold of this?"

"Maybe... maybe PR will catch it in time?" He pulls his head up, looking at her with impossible hope.

She pauses her eating, looking over the picture to him with a single raised eyebrow. He groans again, dropping his head on the table with a thunk. He can hear her resuming her chewing.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think this is the first time Puppeteer's ever run away from you."

"Please." His suffering is still audible despite his voice being muffled by the table. "Be quiet."

It wasn't fair– what was Daniel supposed to do? They were in an abandoned building, nowhere near to any place the press should've been. He drags a hand over his face. The answer was obviously fight, but Puppeteer was taunting him. Getting riled up would've played right into his hands. He had shambled towards Herald with a stutter in his step that's so easy to connect now that he knows who's behind the mask. He thought the suit was designed to move like that, to play up the inhumanity (a terrible word choice, and it makes Daniel's mouth taste bitter).

"What would it take," he'd hummed, the vocal distorters turning it into a dissonant tune, "to finally make you face the truth?" He took a step forward, and Herald had stared him down, feet steady on the ground. "It was so easy getting what I needed out of you," he whispered. "You were so willing to be fooled." They were close enough to touch, but Puppeteer still had his hands neatly behind his back, and Herald hadn't budged. He had wondered what Cyrus could see on his face, read in his mind.

"You're nothing, Herald– to me, and to the rest of the idiots calling you heroes. Do yourself a favour, and quit before you end up embarrassing yourself again."

He was provoking him. It was clear to anybody who had any idea of the way Puppeteer operates. Part of Herald was tempted to give in– to take the first punch, and finally air out the grief he's been hiding for weeks. Was that his own sense of betrayal, or mental manipulation to goad him into acting? There was no way to be sure. The rest of him had wanted to prove him wrong.

So he did.

He finally closed the gap, quickly enough that Puppeteer didn't have a chance to register what was happening, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him into a kiss. It wasn't good, his mask isn't exactly one inviting affection, but it wasn't for long. He'd pulled away, and he could imagine the emotions going through Cyrus' face even with the mask on, hands caught halfway between any sort of movement. It was the same look he had when Daniel said he liked hanging out with him the first time they had coffee together. The same look when he admitted he was attracted to him. The same one when Daniel said he loved him.

He hadn't realized his hand had migrated from over his face to settle onto his mouth, and when he finally looks up again, Argent is staring at him, brows furrowed together. Shit.

"Listen, I don't know what's going on between you two, but-"

"You don't need to say it." There's a slight squeak to his voice as he cuts her off. "Please. Whatever you need to say, Steel already told me. I promise."

She smiles again, amused, finishing the last of her snack.

"Whatever you say," she shrugs, swinging her legs off the table to stand back up. "Have fun with Ortega," she sing-songs, turning around before she could see his face.

She throws the picture in the trash as she leaves, leaving Daniel to wallow in peace.

[radiofreesanjak]

Normally I try to speak about something that comes to mind once per day, a small commentary on the ways to the new era. But today the sun is warm, the wind is cool, and the birds sing proudly in the trees above the studio.

I'll instead take a moment today to tell you a story:

I was born in the mines, but I was one of the last people to remember childhood there. It's been a while since Sanjak has become free, and since then I have had the great joy to see children born and raised who have no knowledge of our time underground.

This is a source of great joy, but it is also a rift. They will come to me and they will ask me questions of what it was like when I was their age and I will tell them: I grew up in the mines. Things were different there.

They, too, learn history. They ask questions of the nobility that reveal a lack of understanding for the concept. The hierarchy of blood is foreign to them. To explain it is always an interesting trial with myself: I would deny none who seek knowledge the ability to find it, but to explain them faithfully is a trial against myself. (The noble would say they do not view themselves as better, merely suited for different things. But when the things they are suited to deserve luxury, and the things we are suited to are for the dirt, how is that not an assignment of value? This is not a nuance children foreign to the concept typically understand.)

Teaching the children of the mines is always a process. We tell them of the place we lived for so long, what it was like, the floods, the isolation, the denial of basic sunlight. One year, a group of children took it upon themselves to learn this trial by experience, and I remember holding a young child as they sobbed into my arms telling me of the horrors of the dark. "I know of this, dear." I said. "This is what we fought to save you from."

I do not blame them the curiosity but it is odd to feel such a combination of relief and horror. The children do not know of the mines, and this is the future we fought so hard to see. Because the children do not know but see the way it weighs on us, they sometimes take an empathetic leap in order to understand us better, and in the pain they experience at seeing a fraction of what we had to endure, I find myself drawn to tears about what was taken from me.

There many things to take away from this, I suppose. The first we did was to make it harder for them to access the old mineshafts. The rest I find myself thinking on on days like these, when the sun is warm and mild and the wind blows softly and the old horrors seem a distant nightmare.

[windywriter]

This is in reference to this post it turned out longer than I thought it would so I put it under read more.

The first time Baji realizes how much of a different world you live in compared to his was when he had to be hospitalized for a fight he got into. It wasn't the first time something like this happened. The punk got lucky, but Baji made sure that he didn't go down without a fight.

When he finally was discharged he was greeted by the usual heckling and boisterous welcomes at school. All the usual stuff, except when he finally came to you. Your eyes were red and puffy, contrasted by the heavy dark circles that had begun to form under them. Usually, you'd run into his arms, fussing over him and every little scratch or cut he had gotten. At first the whole ordeal just annoyed him, but soon enough he had learned to love those moments. But now, you stood before him, just out of arm's reach, your body trembling from was it sadness or perhaps rage?

"Do you have any idea ho-how worried I was for you?"

You sniffled out, wiping away burgeoning tears. The answer was obvious, but for some reason, Baji just couldn't seem to grasp it. I mean, he's still here right? This wasn't the first time you've seen him hurt, so what's the big deal? Frustration tickled the back of his throat, but he knew better than to give in to that right now. Taking a tense breath, Baji slowly reached for you with his good arm. All he needs to do is just calm you down so he can show you once again, that everything's fine and you-

"Don't touch me!"

Instinctively Baji immediately rescinded his hand, his eyes snapping to you in attention.

"You were gone for a week! Do you even understand how scared I was when I found out you were in the hospital?! How could you!?"

And before he could even muster up a reply, you had already run past him, your sobs trailing behind you as you left. Normally hed chase after you, just like in those boring shojou mangas chifuyu kept recommending him ever since he started dating. But, something felt off. And then it hit him. You...you weren't used to this, were you. The violence, the blood, the bruises. All things Baji had grown accustomed to, and perhaps even began to enjoy. Those were things you had never known. And suddenly, the hall you had sprinted past him seemed to only grow longer. A deafening silence filling his ears even as the school bell rang.

Later that day Baji skipped the rest of his classes with Chifuyu and went to your favorite bookstore. You had mentioned once that you were looking forward to pick up a new book that was coming out. Though his foul temper did little to help with his concentration in finding it. That coupled with the throbbing of his broken arm made the minutes seem to stretch into hours. What volume was it again? Was it even apart of a series?

"Baji san, you okay? You've been looking at the same shelf for a while now." Chifuyu asked.

Letting out a sigh he didn't even know he was holding, Baji clenched and unclenched his fist before grumbling out.

"I fucked up."

[thanatologie]

but what if i wanted my blorbo to be special in his elder scrolls verse and have the noxiphilic sanguivoria strain of vampirism.

[marshmalleaux-queen]

Greetings, Earth-folk! I have acquired one of your cellular communication devices and am finding it very entertaining! I am beginning to see the appeal of capturing these "self me's" your kind are known for!

Unfortunately, I am stuck here for the foreseeable future while my ship is in repair. But while nothing could replace my beloved Oinker, I believe this small pink creature I found will make for a suitable stand-in to show off during your Hallowed Ween event!

Look, he has even acquired a snack! Hehehe!