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soapskneebrace · 11 months

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Hey idk if you’ve done Price headcanons but if you haven’t ,can you please do him

@alittleposhtoad, I write these in your honor.

The oldest of souls. A good night to him means staying in with a book, or with the TV on at a low volume if there’s a football game. Dinner and drinks out at the pub with you is the most exciting he’ll ever get. He likes a calm pace.

His phone only has the default apps on them. He uses the calculator most often. He also keeps bitching about his storage space filling up so quickly, but that’s because he never clears out his photos (they’re all of you).

If you give him anything—anything at all—he will treasure it like a magpie hoarding shiny things. He’s got notes you wrote him five years ago tucked into his wallet. Tourist-trap baubles you got him as a joke sit in a careful row on his desk. Once, early in your relationship, you asked him to hold onto an elastic hair tie for a moment, and then you forgot about it. He kept it in his pocket for weeks.

He’s incredibly good at gift-giving. He notices what people like, what you like, and remembers it like it’s intel valuable enough to save the world. He’ll get things gift wrapped at the store if he can, though—he thinks he can’t do a very good job himself.

He is an old-fashioned romantic down to the bone. He holds the door for you. He pulls out your chair. He gives you his coat on cold nights. He hand-writes you letters, thoughtful and vulnerable, and sometimes those words are the kind he’s too embarrassed to say aloud. Naturally, he keeps all the letters you write back.

Acts of service are really the entire 141’s love language, but none more than Price. He knows your favorite drink, how you like your sandwiches cut. He’ll always help you into your jacket when you go out on a cold day. If you mention offhand a home project you’ve been meaning to do—a squeaky door needing oil, a broken tile you keep tripping on—you’ll find one day he’s already done it. He enjoys very much the things he can do for you.

He’s not great at accepting the same treatment, however. It’s half, “I can do it myself love, don’t you mind it” and half bemusement that you’d even make the effort. He does appreciate what you do for him, regardless.

He tries to cut back on smoking when he’s home with you. Sometimes you can catch him sneaking a cigar late at night, though, and you know it’s because he can’t sleep, or woke up from a bad nightmare. If you wrap your arms around him from behind, press your forehead into his back, he’ll stroke the tops of your hands, stub it out off to the side, and come back to bed.

He sticks extra close to you on nights like that. You’ll wake up later to find him draped over you like a blanket, finally asleep, the lines on his face soft and relaxed. Luckily, he doesn’t snore, so it’s easy for you to slip back into dreaming.

#im just feeling very soft tonight #price x reader #price #answered #I’m not gonna answer all the stuff in my inbox but I might save some prompts for a rainy day

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plethora-of-imagines · 2 years

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Moon Boys and Love Languages

Steven:

This is a man who showed up to a first date he didn't remember making with chocolates and flowers.

He's a gift giver!

It's not always elaborate or expensive. But there is always something for him to give you. Even if it is just a cup of tea.

He sees something that reminds him of you or that he thinks you'll like? He buys it. Is this habit bad for his budget, yes. Are the smiles on your face worth it, also yes.

He also has a habit of sending you pictures and screenshots of anything that reminds him of you. See a pretty flower in someone’s lawn? He trespasses to get a quick photo to send to you.

He fills up his phone storage with pictures of you too. You give him a traditional locket one day and he melts. Now he has to try and choose which photos to print out all small to keep in there. His wallet also ends up filled with pictures of the two of you.

Marc:

Marc is all about silent acts of service.

Like starting the kettle for you in the morning before you've even gotten out of bed.

Forget something at the store? Offhandedly mention it and next time Marc is back after going out, there it is.

Cold? Marc has his jacket or blanket around your shoulders without a spare thought.

He doesn't want you to mention it at all. In fact he goes out of his way to make it seem like it was pure chance or not him that did it. Oh, turning on the kettle? Must have been Steven all tired and half fronting.

Marc also tries his best to help take care of you. He orders food that he knows you’ll like. Makes sure to have pain meds and water on the nightstand if he notices that you are starting to feel under the weather. Just little things to make your day better and make sure you feel good.

Jake:

Quality time

The moment Jake realizes he is in love with you he makes sure to spend as much of his limited time with you as possible.

He ends up splitting his time at least 50/50 between being Khonshu's avatar and spending time with you. Which considering how little time he gets at first is a significant sign of his adoration.

A goodnight kiss from one of the others shifts from gentle to a little more passionate. It's Jake fronting to kiss you goodnight and whisper "te amo" against your lips.

That's another way Jake shows his love that can be difficult to notice. Words of affirmation/love.

Its always in Spanish so if you don't learn quick you'll miss out on lots of sweet declarations of love.

It also tends to be said when you aren't paying attention. Almost as if he's afraid to tell you. As if he fears that you will disagree or reject him.

He may be the protector of the system but he is actually less generally overprotective of you than Marc is. Jake protects you from outside threats while Marc is more focused on making sure that you are not accidentally causing yourself harm.

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #steven x reader #marc x reader #jake x reader

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sillyguy99 · 1 month

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There is no fear in love

(Mafiafell Sans x Reader)

Chapter Five: Flickering Flame (His POV)

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Since tearing away her rosary a week ago, Sans hasn't been able to look her in the eye properly.

He'd been careless – mindlessly acting on the first thought that came to his mind.

And that led to him getting an eyeful of what was underneath her robe.

“truth be told, sister,” he says, leaning back against the wall. “when we first met, i was the least bit interested in gettin' to know ya. i didn't exactly like the idea of frisk bein’ sent off to a human we’d only heard stories about.”

She offers him a seat, yet he rejects.

He'd only snuck into her room to hide for a little while, and that's it.

Sitting down would mean he plans to stay here for longer than a few minutes, and he can't have that.

“the first thought i had was of you bein' a conceited old lady who wouldn't listen to what i hadda say, and part of that was right, but…”

He shrugs.

“not anymore,” he states, snickering. “here i am, hidin’ away in your room without givin’ you any explanation, and even though you hate my guts.” A pause arrives when he huffs. “you coulda called anyone for help, or you coulda kicked me out yourself, and yet…”

He stands up straight, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“you haven't.”

She frowns, hands folding as she stares at her feet.

“You said you wanted my help,” she replies, her voice faint. “Why would I reject you in a time of need?” The woman looks toward her dresser, where she walks to before stopping and continuing with, “And speaking of that, before I forget… Here you go.” From a drawer, she retrieves a thick and square package wrapped up in brown paper. “You informed me some monster children required this for their ailments, didn't you?”

“yeah,” he says, reaching for his wallet. “how much?”

“Do not insult me.” She glares at him. “It doesn't matter if you think I'm conceited, but I refuse to tolerate whatever made you believe I don't care to help whoever needs it.”

She sets a few packages down on the table, pointing a finger at a label.

“These are successful treatments I've produced so far,” she says, retrieving a reusable bag from another drawer. “Tell me which of these you need, and you can take them home with you. Or if you would like to take them all, say the word. I only require a sample of each, and I already have them in my storage room.”

He looks at everything offered to him with a wary gaze.

“are ya sure i can take everythin'?”

She nods, then finally cracks a smile.

“You provided me with the materials, so of course, you may.”

Then, she crosses her arms and twists her mouth back into a firm and stern line.

“And I would like to apologize for what you saw last week, after I… tested your patience, and had you act rashly.”

A sigh follows her words.

“I must have tempted you. If I had been just a little more understanding and listened to what you wanted to say about Frisk and their monster friends, surely... You wouldn't ha-”

“if this’s ‘bout me seein’ your bra and cleavage, that was my bad.”

He averts his irises when she widens her eyes, her expression far too forgiving for his liking.

“i don't think touchin' you like that and breakin’ the one thing you said that made you feel safe was in… any way appropriate. temptation's got nothin' on that. i acted before thinkin’, and that's that. it was my fault.”

“Are you saying you feel sorry?”

He furrows his brow.

“...yeah?”

His hands and forehead shed cold sweat.

“i’d, uh, be lyin’ if i said i didn't feel weird about what i saw, and that it left me kinda curious – to see what's under your veil, and to see how you'd look in regular clothes, but…”

Her eyes brighten when he brings his fist into view and opens it to reveal a new rosary.

“i crossed a line.”

Silence stays momentarily as she picks up the rosary and thanks him several times, her smile seeming almost permanent as she slips the rosary on without a single wait.

“and i'd also be lyin’ just as much if i said i'm not tempted to try it again – gettin’ to see more, and gettin' to touch you more.”

Rather than shock or disgust, the woman simply hums in thought, a trace of a frown slipping through.

“Well, while I do appreciate your honesty about your feelings…”

She huffs and rubs her temples.

“I unfortunately can't overlook what you've just confessed to me, even if you have stated you’re sorry. Repentance is one thing, but… You should still attempt not to do this again.”

Sans observes as she fixes herself up back in her seat on the edge of her bed, the space she'd left for him still available.

“Though I will admit you're not the first to… comment something like this.”

“yeah?” he grins. “tell me more.”

Her smile shows fully through, yet it twists as she grabs fistfuls of her habit's skirt.

“As you might know, now that you've met all the Sisters I’m familiar with..." There's a pause of uncertainty. "When I first came here, I did not immediately start out as a nun, since… You do have to wait until you're eighteen, but…” Her breath hitches as she sniffles and blinks away the wateriness of her eyes. “I was taught the rest of my highschool years here, and one of my teachers was a man in his twenties, who I… had a bit of a crush on.”

He already doesn't like where this is heading, so he simply taps his foot, waiting to hear more.

“I was apparently too transparent about my crush on him, so one day, he… invited me for a walk to the garden, at around six in the evening.”

She looks at him with softened eyes, her smile the same, even if trembling.

“I screamed for help the moment I understood what was happening – that he wanted nothing more than to… take away something that could never be given back. Just as he was busy touching under my skirt, two of those Sisters you met last week came to my rescue. The rest of what he did while I called for help has been… thankfully blanked out from my mind.”

Her voice is the only thing that hasn't faltered yet, as even her body rocks whenever she sniffles to prevent her face from becoming a mess of tears.

“But with you… It feels different.” She wipes a tear from her chin and stands up once more. “While I do acknowledge your threats to keep Frisk safe, and that you did touch me while I was clearly unwilling…” Her footsteps echo in his mind as she reaches his side. “I have this feeling that you will stop, if I tell you to.”

“where's that guy?” he asks, when she rests her head on his shoulder.

“In jail,” she replies, raising an eyebrow. “Why?”

“want 'im taken out?”

She laughs and nudges his ribcage, standing up straight again.

“Don't joke about that.”

“i’m not.”

He slips his hands out of his pockets and hooks them on the loops of his pants.

“you wanted me to be honest, didn't ya?”

The woman replies with a quiet ‘yes’.

“here goes…”

Sans closes his eye sockets and huffs.

The world around him seems to halt, as if it's been waiting for this particular moment.

“i'm part of an organization meant to take care of people who're irredeemable.”

“For how much?”

Despite being unable to pinpoint whether her question is serious or not, he decides to go through with it.

“welp…”

He knows she won't tell anyone, after all.

Or at least, not anyone that can bring harm to those he cares about.

“depends on the target, along with other stuff.”

He opens his eye sockets and looks at her directly in the eyes.

“for you, though? it'd be free, if you just keep givin' me the medicine you're makin’.”

Momentarily, her eyes broaden, revealing just a hint of what's going through her mind.

“That's-”

“and don't worry ‘bout me gettin' into trouble, cuz the reason i'm hidin' out in your room’s got nothin' to do with that.”

“Would you make him suffer?”

“now that depends on you.”

“Could I… think about it?”

“sure.”

She sighs, bursts with a shaky laugh, and – from what he assumes based on how she passes a hand across her face – appears in need of something.

“i’d ask if ya wanna hug, but–”

“–Would you, please?”

Whatever strength she'd kept to not let her voice break finally runs out. Tears drench her face, trembles take over her body, and hiccups and sobs make her shoulders jump. She's hugging herself, gaze cast to the floor. She would look broken if her face didn't appear so angry. Not just that, but the way she persistently wipes away her tears suggests she's unapologetic of what she's confessed.

“of course.”

And saying just those two words is similar to opening the Gates of Heaven. She smiles like he's told her the greatest news there is, and she giggles like he's told her a flirtatious joke. Her arms are slow in surrounding his body, and her chin rests idle on his shoulder as she hides her face against his neck.

“Thank you,” she says, each word bringing about the scent of mint. “Can I stay this way for a longer while?”

The skeleton grabs the back of her head and presses her closer to him, his other hand being careful not to go lower from her waist – being careful not to screw this up.

“Would you like something to eat?” she asks, once free from the hug. “Before you leave.”

Sans looks at his wristwatch, then takes her up on the offer.

“Anything you want, in particular?”

He shakes his head no.

“surprise me.”

A woman he can likely call his friend at this point, some steaming caldo de pollo, and a hot cup of chocolate.

What more could he ask for?

Any other day – when he couldn't find a place to hide – he'd be wasting his magic teleporting out of trouble, giving bruises that would come to bite back at him, and receiving ones he would need to give explanations for. Tonight, it's a different story, and he couldn't be more grateful for that. Weren't it crossing a line, he would ask the woman if she wanted to join him for a movie somewhere. Watching the late night news and sitting on the edge of her bed an hour later – and while she stands up and offers him a fresh cup of coffee – is the next best thing, and that brings forth a sleepiness he can't seem to shake off. Frisk's mother notices, yet she bites her lip to keep herself from smiling.

“Would you like to stay the night, Sans?” she asks, setting a hand on his forehead, as if to check his temperature. “You… have a bit of a fever, and it wouldn't do you good to wander this late – not to mention, how dangerous that is.” Her hand parts from his skull to land on some medicine she takes out of the same drawer from earlier. “I can come up with an excuse.”

He grabs the painkillers she offers and chugs them with the coffee – right before she reprimands him for not waiting for water.

“Honestly, you could've waited!” she exclaims, her lips almost pouted.

He laughs and waves her off.

“get yourself some sleep. i'll nap on the flo-”

She crosses her arms and points with her eyes to the far corner of the room, where there's an air mattress fully filled up and ready to be settled down, currently resting against the wall.

“You most certainly will not.”

Her expression eases to a more teasing look, almost smug.

“Now go freshen up in my bathroom. I left some spare clothes for you on the towel rack.”

“y’sure i can stay the night?”

“Yes, so long as you follow along with my excuse in the morning.”

He stands from the bed and walks off toward the bathroom door.

“sure thing, doll.”

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kiddoairaku · 7 months

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So I finished reading A Knight in Bludhaven TPB (Nightwing #1-8) the other day, was lucky enough to find it at a local thrift bookstore. DC comics are so hard to find in my country 😭

As a beginner, I find this to be a nice introduction to the OG fingerstripes Nightwing. I gained a new perspective on his character, through unseen layers of personality. Dick is really on his own this time.

The story is a lot grittier and darker than expected, but the witty dialogue and dark humor makes it enjoyable. I love how Dixon wrote Dick's cheerful despair and tough love towards Gotham's "ugly sister city", and I think he became my favorite Nightwing writer alongside Wolfman.

McDaniel's art style takes a while to get used to, but I really enjoyed lots of Dick bunz his dynamic gesture drawings, you can feel Dick coming to life in the action scenes.

Also love the brief team-up of Dick and lil Timmy..

If I get the chance I would like to grab the rest of the available comics (RIP wallet.. 🥹)

Some of my fav panels:

Dick when he caught Tim snooping into his apartment.

Dick and Tim sharing soup in a thermos.

Dick and Tim just being brothers.

Dick interrogating lowlifes by hanging them in a goddamn meat cold storage.

Last but not least, Dick stripping on a rooftop.

#comic reviews #nightwing #dick grayson #robin #tim drake #long post

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axailslink · 1 year

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I need a favor

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: you spoke out of your ass which leads to you getting confronted by your latest hookup. Your "girlfriend" Riri Williams is quick to take up for you for fifty dollars however this whole situation awakens a crush Riri wasn't aware she had.

A/n: hehe let's go back to our fanfic Wattpad roots and do the ole "I need a favor" plot.

Warning: ⚠️ Riri jokes about one of the sides characters height but to be honest in my mind this character is like big like I could beat your ass big.

You run in Riri's room panting as you lock the door and strip yourself of your shirt and pants she just lays in bed confused but doesn't pay it any mind she's used to you doing shit like this. "Love I need a favor" she turns on her side "I'm listening" "you're my girlfriend" Riri sits up confused "what? No I'm not" "yes you are you're my girlfriend and we've been dating for two months and we have a very normal sex life okay?" Riri stares blankly as there's a knock to her door you hop in bed beside her in your undergarments and lay on your side as you act sleep. "Is this really what I signed up for when we became best friends?" You laugh "just open the door and play my girlfriend I'll give you fifty bucks" she nods as she opened the door standing in her sports bra and gym shorts "yo?" A girl stands there and looks past Riri "Y/n?" Riri closes the door and steps out "you know my girl?" The girl looks Riri up and down "yo girl?" She nods "yeah so like I asked you know my girl or you showing up unannounced for some other reason?" She nods at Riri "yo girl should keep her fucking mouth shut about shit that ain't got nothing to do with her" Riri knows that she's playing a role but there is no way she was just gone let this bitch talk about you. This woman has clearly lost her mind. "My girl can say whatever the fuck she wants to" you crack the door open holding the cover to your chest "babe come lay down it's cold" the girl stares you up and down "you need to keep yo fucking mouth shut" Riri steps in front of you "like I've already said Y/n can say whatever she pleases." Riri pushes you in the room and closes and locks the door. "that was a big bitch warn me next time I am five foot fucking one she towers over me" you cover her mouth and laugh giving her a moment to calm down. "So what happened?" "I told her girl that we was fucking on the low and we were and she needed to know that. I ain't about to be a home wrecker. I then lied and said I had a girl who could beat her ass... That's where you came in." Riri glances you up and down "you always put me in shit that bitch is built like a basketball player and she looks like one too. You sure she ain't on the basketball team? She looks like she wants to dump me into the net and I won't fight back." You laugh and go to her box storage/chair and look through it grabbing your gun "I'm sorry I couldn't find my gun if I could I wouldn't have put you in that position" Riri shakes her head "you keep your gun in my room?" You gently grab her face with your free hand "don't worry it's on safety but you can never be too safe especially here."

Riri shakes her head "give me my damn fifty dollars" you laugh as you grab your wallet and count off fifty before giving it to her "thank you" you kiss her cheek but she grabs your arm "but for real stay here today she didn't look like she was playing with you" you shrug her off "if every woman hid from every bitch in the universe that didn't like when she spoke her mind we'd have a lot of scary bitches in the world and I ain't one." Riri nods "I know Y/n but you are always playing with fire that girl was not playing with you for real for real. So just stay here I'll get a couple of friends to escort you to class." You smile and nudge Riri's shoulder "awn you worried about me?" "Duh dumb ass you was fucking that big bodied... She could throw me I'm calling the football team. She work out don't she?" Everyone could throw you including me... "Yeah she does a little weight lifting" Riri gasps "yep. Calling my friends on the football team you are not about to get me jumped."

Riri was dead serious. She called whoever was available and had you escorted to your classes. Riri was slumped when you got back to the dorm but your panicked knocking woke her immediately she opened the door quickly. "What's wrong baby? What's wrong?" You close the door and lock it before looking at her for a moment baby? Someone is still very much in character. You shake your head and think back on the current problem "her girlfriend is following me I didn't even know about her until today." Riri can't help but laugh "I mean you were fucking her girl" you groan and slap your forehead. "Once again I did the right thing I told her "aye your girl ain't as loyal as you think and I don't want to be in the middle of y'all shit" why is coming for me?" Riri laughs but a hard knock to her door causes you both to stare at each other.

"I'm not opening that" Riri mumbles as you grab your gun and put it in the back of your pants "if her girl built like Mike Tyson I'm not about too open the door for Muhammad Ali." You can't help but laugh at Riri and open the door slowly "look I ain't got nothing to do with y'all I just was trying to let a girl know." She pushes the door open and Riri stands in front of you "who is she?" The short woman asks Riri speaks up for herself of course "her girlfriend" she blinks obviously confused. "Hold the fuck up you was fucking my girl while you had a girl?" You look at Riri panic written all over your face "we're in an open relationship" Riri comments and shrugs "I don't appreciate you inviting yourself into my room." The girl nods "I just want to ask you one question you seriously didn't know?" You nod "I don't fuck people in relationships cause this happens. I let you know because that shit wasn't about to be on my conscience. I'm not a bad person at all I would never let you find that shit out on your own." Riri stays in front of your hand planted on your thigh.

"Right that was sweet of you...y'all cute though I wouldn't be sharing" you look at Riri and almost burst into laughter but Riri keeps a straight face "I ain't got no problem with you sis I was just curious carry on." She leaves you and Riri and you let out a breath of relief while Riri turns to you offended. "What was so funny?" You smile "she thinks we're a cute couple" she doesn't smile "well I know I'm not ugly so... What you laughing for?" The smile on your face only spreads "remember when I used to have a crush on you? All of that just came flooding back it's kind of funny is all." Riri nods finally letting a strained smile hit her face.

"You never told me how you got over that crush by the way..." You hum as she backs up "we became best friends and I didn't want to ruin that." Riri couldn't lie caring for you all day and protecting you may have woken something inside of her that she wasn't truly aware of. "I think we'd be a cute couple just saying" you laugh it off while Riri sucks her teeth in annoyance of her new found feelings. "I guess it's my turn to remember we're best friends I don't want to ruin that" Riri mumbles to herself and shakes her head.

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st-just · 7 months

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A general theme in the collapse of FTX is that FTX was quite good at sounding like it was a good crypto exchange. It knew how to say the right things, which created the impression that it was also doing them. In proposals to regulators, and in Bankman-Fried’s Twitter account, FTX regularly seemed to be thoughtful about managing the risks of a leveraged crypto futures exchange. FTX’s executives clearly thought about the right issues — liquidation of losing positions, hot wallet/cold wallet crypto storage — and so it was natural to assume that they did something about them. Turns out, nope!

-Matt Levine

#quote #funny #crypto #matt levine

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bwobgames · 1 year

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Previous First

"Let's hide until the morning, destroy the clock, and then run away. It's the safest I can think of"

"A sensible decision, but didn't you say that we might not have the time to get everyone?"

"... We are gonna have to try"

"And, uh, call the police? Maybe?"

"Don't they come included with the bomb squad?"

"Oh, right"

"Although, what will happen then? Will they arrest the house? Us? Coli already has gotten out of jail without problems... this is an issue.

Agh, one problem at a time!"

"I'll message Vivi"

"Wait! Technology!"

"Ángel you're right!"

".... I am, yes"

"Aside from us three, the rest are all family! So they have eachothers numbers! We can just tell them to post about a bomb in the bar on the family groupchat or something like that"

"Yeah! I certainly was hinting towards that, no doubt"

"Tell Vivi to go to the main room. Did she answer?"

"Yep, take a look"

"... Does. Does she only communicate through images of cats?"

"Sometimes the cats have text over them. Other times, she writes a 10 paragraph message in one go.

Really, it depends on the situation"

"Is this a cat pictures situation??"

"This is not her first bomb threat. Look, she even has a kitty deactivating a bomb image"

"... Descriptive.

Anyways, let's get there"

They get inside the house and walk towards the main room

"So, how are we supposed to find anyone?"

"Well, Marigold is usually somewhere in the main room, but that's not assured. I think we'll just have to search all the rooms here until-"

"Ah, nevermind"

Simon and Owen appear from the room to the Lounge #2

"Private Detective Beebo and Detective Assistant Ángel here, we are gonna need you two to come with us"

"Oh wait, is this the wallet where I have the picture of Mozilla Firefox or the one with the shiny pokemon card. Guess it's too late now"

The teens are surprised

"We didn't do anything! And if we did it was an accident or in good intention!"

"The supermarket had a terrible cart organization. We didn't know they weren't allowed for racing!"

"It's not considered trespassing if the owner of the property wasn't watching and we didn't know!"

"We are minors! Legally we have the right to make a lemonade stand! It was just an alternative recipe!"

"It was the farmers' fault to have such an easily hackable door to his goose enclosure!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, it's nothing about - wait, you let out the 30 to 40 geese??"

"What Beebo here means is that this is not about your possible crimes. This place has received a confirmed bomb threat, and we are here to take you to a safe zone while we deal with it"

"Oh wow, Ángel is learning the ways of the detective"

"There's a bomb? Why"

"Uh. Probably for harm"

"That's so lame. I would rather have a cool bomb"

"... You need to be studied, little creature. Anyways, follow us"

They walk in formation

"By the way, Boss, why the main room?"

"Well, you said it. It's a relatively safe zone.

It's close to an exit and far away from the point of explosion. I fear that it might cause a house fire or that it could trigger the other bombs.

But we can't ask everyone to just stay outside in this cold, so, main room it is"

"Also, don't call me boss"

"You're so smart, sir"

"... Stick to boss

Sir is for, um, after job activities"

Ángel looks happily surprised

They reach the main room, Marigold is there

Vivi appears from the storage room and gives a wave

Then a middle finger

Ángel answers with another middle finger

Vivi makes a silly pose with double peace signs

"Um, Miss Marigold? I'm private detective Beebo and we have worrying information about this building"

"... So, it really has asbestos everywhere?"

"What? No"

"Wait, really?"

"Is it not?"

"No, no. Um, it's actually about..."

"How to say this without causing her to panic"

"There's a bomb at the bar"

"WHAT?"

"Yeah, we don't know when it's going off, so you guys should stay here"

Marigold goes pale

"Ángel that is very much what the detective handbook says Not to do"

"Sorry, my copy was pirated"

"Wh- Why?! Was it here before?! Where's everyone else?! Did someone put it!? How do you know?! I am calling the police. Where are Nadia and Nina?!?!"

"Um, uh, well, um, please calm down! We have this under control!"

"How?!"

"Excuse me, I need a quick word with my boss here"

She frantically calls the police

It might be a problem

"Wouldn't it be easier on everyone if we make them remember? I still have Vivi's book"

"... I don't know.

They are fine now, I mean, this is just a shitty night with a big scare.

With the memories... welll

This becomes the most terrifying night of their life

Bejng eaten by a house, being killed.

Knowing you might get killed again"

"Yes, but that knowledge will make them more prepared to face Coli in case he comes here and does something"

"We can just lie, though! just uhh something about terrorism?"

"In an abandoned hospital? With only 8 people?"

"I, I can figure something out!"

"I'm just saying it would be way easier if we were all on the same page"

"... But would it be the best for them?"

"Well, who are you to decide that?"

"A guy who has died 3 times"

"... That's fair.

Just do what you think is best"

#late beebo tonight because i was going through it #I hope the funnie isnt too out of place It was needed for the horrors #i managed to put those damn geese somewhere #detective beebo

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knowledge-sharing · 7 months

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(1)Exchanges:How to choose the right platform

To break things down by which top priorities to consider, here are the most important factors that go into choosing where to trade:

Reputation

Safety and Security

Asset Selection

Customer Service

Trading Tools

Liquidity and Trading Volume

Other less important factors that also need to be considered according to each unique individual’s situation, include minimum deposits required, fees, company ethos, or even location. For example, some cryptocurrency platforms cannot cater to certain users from specific regions according to law.

Doing your own research into each platform is necessary to find the right platform tailored to suit your unique needs.

Reputation

This is subjective, but in the end, it is you that needs to be comfortable with the platform you have selected.

To learn more about each platform’s reputation, begin with Google search. Read the company Wikipedia entries, if they exist. Those that do have longevity will have more information available.

Many of these platforms offer thriving communities of their own, manage active sub-Reddits, and interact with users via social media.

Reviews of platforms can be helpful, but beware that many of these reviews are paid.

A company with a strong reputation will have a clear, transparent leadership team, a relatively low amount of user complaints (no one is perfect), and an active presence on social media.

Those without their own presence on social media should at least be the subject of positive chatter from other users on social media. Searching for hashtags related to each platform and more can be of major assistance.

Safety and Security

Security may be the most critical piece of any trading platform or crypto exchange. In 2018, the number of cryptocurrency related exchange hacks reached over $1 billion in lost customer funds.

Many of these platforms offered at least some level of security, however, hackers are becoming highly advanced and no platform is full proof. This is why the largest sums of cryptocurrencies should always remain stored in a cold storage wallet while any active trading funds remain on an exchange for easy access.

Security features include cryptographically hashed passwords, two factor authentication, address whitelisting, and numerous other failsafes.

Look for platforms that haven’t experienced hacks in the past, and always select from the most popular platforms whenever possible.

Asset Selection

Many platforms only offer Bitcoin trading, while others feature an extensive list of exotic altcoins that are far more speculation than actual use cases.

There are also now a number of trading platforms that offer cryptocurrencies alongside traditional assets such as commodities, forex, stock indices, and more. If traditional markets interest you as well, this type of multi-asset platform may be the ideal choice.

Customer Service

Issues with a cryptocurrency exchange or trading platform are rare, but when problems, questions, or concerns do arise, you want a platform that actually responds in a timely manner, and addresses any issues in a friendly, calm, and helpful capacity.

Trading Tools

As traders become more advanced and cryptocurrency users more comfortable with storing their assets on exchanges, eventually, trading tools tend to outweigh nearly all other aspects of any platform.

If it is a stop trading platform, at the bare minimum market, limit, and stop orders must be present. Margin trading platforms offer additional tools such as long or short potions, and leverage to amplify any return on investment.

Whether or not a platform offers built-in charting software or an API that connects with more advanced tools could be a deal breaker for many.

Liquidity and Trading Volume

Beyond trading tools, the more advanced a trader becomes, the more important a platform’s trading volume and liquidity becomes.

Platforms with very few users may promise low fees or other powerful tools, but without an ample amount of users buying and selling to add liquidity at a high enough volume, larger sized orders can drive up or down prices by cleaning out an order book.

Worse yet, low liquidity causes slippage, or leaves orders left unfilled. ————————————————————————————

#investor #investors #crypto #blockchain #ethereum #investment #btc #btcusd

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batmanie · 2 months

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Leading role

No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, the love was all around her, even in such an unlikely place like Arkham Asylum. Whichever direction she turned her head, she could see the signs of romance hanging in the air like a pesky virus.

Mary Louise Dahl – the former main lead in the popular sitcom, who had been deemed criminally insane after that one unfortunate incident, when she had kidnapped her ex-coworkers – not a big deal, really, comparing to some other inmates’ antics – was passing the time in her lonely cell, doing her best not to go totally mad.

It was Valentine’s day again, and Calendar Man was going on and on about this stupid holiday for fools. She hated this time of the year with all her might. Nothing rubbed her the wrong way as much as celebrating romance.

She was sitting on her cot, pressing her small hands to her ears, and trying to block the noises coming from a neighboring cell. It didn’t help much. She could still hear Harleen crying her eyes out over her latest breakup with the Clown, who had tossed her out of a moving car for some minor remark she had made, a day before Valentine’s.

It weren’t mere sounds of sobbing, nor wails of anguish, that bothered Mary this much. No, it was the fact that doctor Quinzel had something Baby Doll could never have – a romantic relationship – as toxic as it was, it was still better than none, at least Mary thought so.

“Poor thing,” the guards who were passing by Harleen’s cell tend to say.

“Poor Harley, used by the Joker yet again, and thrown away like trash.” Even the doctors seemed to pity the clown-girl for some reason.

No one ever felt sorry for Mary for not knowing what was it like – to love and to have a broken heart.

It was not only Harleen’s teary story that made Mary feel bad about herself. Arkham, as unloving as it might be, held quite a few tragic lovers within its cold, brick walls.

Take Jervis Tetch, for example, the ex-neuroscientist waited for Mary to arrive at the Arkham canteen at the dinner time. He greeted her with a toothy grin as she entered the dining area.

He was kind enough to pick her up, and sat her down in a high chair that the staff had prepared for her beforehand. He joined her for the meal as he often did. And all would be nice and well, if not for Jervis rambling on about a single topic – his Alice – the girl he thought he loved.

The blonde man praised Alice’s golden locks, her innocent smile, and her curious mind. While Mary tried to eat her food, he was yapping nonstop – making Baby Doll sick to her stomach.

She quickly decided, she hated that Alice-girl for claiming this man’s stupid heart and mind so completely. The one thing that Mary simply couldn’t do.

After suffering through yet another Alice-related story from the Hatter, Baby Doll sneaked out from the canteen, right under the noses of the Arkham staff. Small, and usually unnoticed, she simply hid under the table, and when everyone else was gone, she walked out the door to find a storage room, where the belongings of the patients were stored.

Mary sorted through the rogues private staff, just to keep herself distracted on this most frustrating day. She dug out a box containing the wooden ventriloquist puppet of Arnold Wesker. She put it on top of a cardboard box and dropped a proper curtsy.

“Good evening Mr. Scarface. May I have this dance?” she asked, outstretching her arm and pretending the dummy was a real man she could have charmed with her smile.

Later on, she found one of Scarecrow’s books about fear of commitment and decided to read it.

She got a little bored soon after, so she got back to sorting through the stuff. It was when she found out that Harvey Dent still had a picture of his blonde fiance in his wallet.

Grace, was it? A kind-looking young lady, a pretty face for sure, most likely tall, long-legged, just like Mary could have been – if not for her condition.

Two-face kept receiving long letters from Grace. Mary didn’t read any of them, of course, but she entertained herself with guessing what could be written inside them.

“I still love you, Harvey.” Was that what Grace would tell him? “I’m waiting for you to get better and to return home. I’m so lonely without you.”

What would some stupid Grace, some good looking blonde bimbo, possibly know about loneliness? She had gotten Dent to put a ring on her, and she could find a new man in no time.

By the evening, Baby Doll was back in her cell, explaining to the guards that she had gotten herself lost, and the idiots actually had believed her.

Resting on her cot, much too large for her tiny body, with her short legs dangling from the edge of the bed, she looked at the evening sky through the bars at her small window. Her blue eyes looking for a sign of little snowflakes falling from the cell above hers.

Trapped in his frozen cell at the top floor of Arkham, there was Viktor Fries, the sad widower, mourning his late wife. Mary had never met him, but she knew his story, and she knew it was love that had made him a villain – because what else?

If anything at all, it had been not love but a lack of it that had made Baby Doll a bad girl. It had been rage and jealousy at everyone that had their families, their lovers to share the joys and sorrows of a daily life with. She had none of that, and it was unfair. She wished she could be someone’s Alice, and Grace, and Nora. But no matter how hard she tried to believe she could be that one day, such a miracle would never happen.

Cruel fate had robbed her of all pleasures of adulthood. She was denied her first kiss, holding hands, and feeling butterflies in her stomach.

Who would love a freak like her? Who would see a woman in this small, child-like body?

“Good evening, Miss Dahl,” the friendly voice of Kyle, the new nurse guy, snapped her out of her sad pondering. “It’s time for your meds.”

The guy must have been a fan of her show back in the days, why else would he be so awfully nice?

She sighed and jumped down from her cot, getting to the door to receive her prescribed medication. It surprised her, she had never noticed it before, but the nurse guy was crippled, missing his left hand. Was he born that way? Strange that she missed that detail about him.

Trying not to stare, she gulped down the pills, and let Kyle take her temperature and pulse, she returned to her cot, climbing on top with an effort. Then she noticed something odd, a brown ball, the size of a human fist, laying on her bedside drawer.

It caught her eyes immediately as she was certain it hadn’t been there before. She reached her hand to inspect the mysterious object.

It was soft and sticky to the touch, just like a chewing gum, and when she poked it with her finger, the ball bubbled, like a dense liquid, and shifted its shape, turning into a little heart, then into a singing bird, and then once more into a flower.

Baby Doll smiled involuntarily, as she recognized what it was.

“Let me tell you something, actor to actor,” she said, holding the flower made of clay in both her hands. The flower changed into an ear, as if ready to listen to her. “That was a damn good performance, Mr. Hagen. Your ‘Kyle’ got me totally convinced there, and I’m quite surprised by this twist.” She giggled softly, and watched the ear transforming into a pair of lips.

The mouth in her hands spoke with a rough male voice. “Why, thank you. I just thought you may want some company, Miss Dahl.”

He was right, she really wanted, but she was not simply going to admit that to Clayface.

“Did you go through all this trouble just to wish me a happy Valentine’s?” She mocked. “Or are you rather going to offer me a supporting role in your newest act?”

Now, it was Clayface’s turn to let out a soft chuckle. “Supporting? No. For you, Dolly, I’ll always keep a leading role open.”

#happy valentine's day #baby doll #Mary Louise Dahl #mary dahl #clayface #matt hagen #claydoll #batman fanfiction #my story #temarcia #batmanie

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pennycat83 · 9 months

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🌃🏓Candy Psycho 🏓🌃

Candyman x Reader

(A/N: I don't plan to add many of these but I wanted to add I've tried to make the character as general as possible. But I did also want to go with a unique job 'cause I couldn't handle writing an office worker, also might add this to other websites when I finish.)

Despite having the easiest job on site, the day dragged harder than normal. "Y/N, move the signs out near the sidewalk". They followed the order half heartedly, as the scraping of metal on concrete dragged most passer-by's attention with it. They ignored the annoyed glares and continued until the entrance to the work site was completely blocked.

Leaning against what little shade the office had was welcomed, alongside a silently accepted water. Their eyes flicked to the other workers occasionally, they remembered insisting against full manual labour when they started. The concept of just setting up barricades was mocked, but they had held their ground.

Work edged on until the heat of the sun had finally started receeding. "Got s'me fliers y' need t' put out t'morrow". They nodded at this silently as they gathered their things for the day.

Why did they choose this job?

It wasn't something they had thought about too hard but given the option between random mundane temp work or this...'least I get to use the computers'.

Their mind wandered as they reached the station. They tried to put it off, but the swampy air in the corridors of this place had finally started getting to them.

They pulled their sweat drenched hair back into a pony tail as they stood by. Plugging their earphones in, it felt familiar. It hit them, they hadn't seen that freak for a while. It felt off, their appearance was so unique it was impossible to miss them.

Their eyes darted up hopefully. Nothing, no one in particular stood across from them aside from an old couple. The cold wind blowing by as the train screeched in front of them.

Given his appearance, there as a chance he had...They tensed. 'been kidnapped...?', given the Safety Leagues often macabre tactics it made sense. They tried their best not to imagine how the league could've, but there had been rumours.

Their view of the way home was slightly blurry as the gears kept grinding. Only slowing as their view blacked out thanks to a lamp post near their place. "Sh-", they hissed, shaking their head slightly, as they rummage in their pocket for the keys.

The shower was welcomed, slumped against the counter whilst the sound of the washing machine whirred with their mind. 'There's no way to be sure if he's in danger, I mean he seemed pretty competent s' the S.L sh'ld be nothing...'. They paused, 'y' see that fucking robot the Safety league dropped in that tournament?!' 'yeah, took like, 8 people to take it out!'. They shuddered at the mear gleam of that overheard rumour. Their fingers drummed against the can.

Without even a pause of hesitation, they put their half finished can back in the fridge, pulled out their bag and ripped their 'bat' out of the cluster that was her "storage closet". Yanking their hair through a brush as they put together their outfit. No goofing around. Bag, headphones, keys, 'bat', wallet. phone; go. The door of their apartment closing behind as they crept downstairs.

Figuring out where he was would be hard. Yes they had last seen them in city centre but they doubted he'd stay there for long. They mindlessly sauntered down the stairs to the station but- 'ah shit, ladder!'. They huffed and started making their way up. Sliding their card on the turnstiles and snatching the ticket as they marched forward.

Slumped against the seat, the low beats coming from their headphones drowned out their thoughts as the adverts melted into vague colours behind them, various lights flickered past. With each screeching halt they could feel their chest tighten slightly. "Next stop Central City-".

Every step after the announcement felt weird, it might've been the chest caving anxiety but they felt like a machine. Mindlessly wandering up the stairs and through different hallways until they surfaced to a cool breeze.

They scanned the alleyways next to them before beginning. Trudging down back alleys, scaling every rooftop; they only snapped out of their trance when they spotted a police drone, booking it the otherway.

"You got your ass beat by a WHAT?!", the joking quip perked their attention to a pair of players as they rested against a wall, both seeming equally banged up. "-Dude, the guy was a PSYCHO!" ,"yeah, a kid's mascot is really gonna scare me, what's he gonna do hobble me with his cane?!". They lingered slightly but let the joking quarrel continue as they proceeded forward.

'Seemed recent so...most likely here but...', this was starting to get to them. 'I mean he kicked my ass GOOD last time...probably could've beaten me too...so, why the hell am I...doing this?", the phrase slapped them back to some conscious. Why... were they doing this? he didn't seem to be in any trouble from what they had seen. Sure, Doombox was still a concern but he hadn't been SEEN by anyone, and that weirdo's fighting was competent enough to scare anyone off.

They groaned slightly and slumped into the sidewalk. "The fuck 'm I doing...?". 'Got work tomorrow, gonna hafta buy a ladder without being weird...' Their thoughts began to spiral, 'God I'm such an idiot, go out at night with a vague description, no name and expect to find some feral ye old shoppe nut...case'.

'HOLY SHI-' they bolted up, how...how could they be this dumb?!That outfit was-! They weightlessly began ascending into a mad dash down the street. Every startled passerby, activated police drone, seemed to be an easy obstacle, dipping through alleys and even memorised shortcuts to get closer to it. Almost tripping over themselves in front of the place.

'Henry's...closed' it didn't feel like a coincidence, 'so the sod's still going...'. Their sigh and smirk wavered slightly, this didn't feel right. They had met him before but he seemed different, there was this aura to him that felt goofily lighthearted. He was charming enough to keep them bantering for hours but always knew when it knock it off.

"Waiting for him too?". They tensed, cocking their head slightly, they gleamed the vibrant green shirt, their eyebrows knitted, shoving one hand in their pocket so it could reach into the bag easier, they turned around properly.

It sort of felt like deja vu, the bright green shirt, the comedically large hat that only left the gleam of their glasses visible in the casted shadows. Their hand remained, "Y' know him?", "old friend". It was all too easy of a claim but, they nodded at that. "Never saw you 'round too often...", "met him through Lethalball". That was... the tension was making this awkward. They folded their arms and rested against the wall of the building, feeling their shoulders droop slightly.

The silence lingered, thoughts altering between confirmation and naivety on his claim. On the one hand they had never heard of Lethalball when they first came here let alone see Henry play so he might've met more people than he let on; on the other...

"You see him recently?", their tone could barely manage to stay monotone, confusion and desperation slipping through. "You know that tournament?", "what from 2 months ago?". He nodded, "last I saw him".

"DAMNIT!", it echoed throughout the streets, triggering a dog nearby and causing two residents to pipe up.

"..."

"....you good?"

"Yeah, yeah no I just...think I saw him recently but he was acting...weird"

The stranger folded his arms.

"Overly powered and way too quick?"

"mhm"

He bowed his head solemnly, pulling a paddle out and twirling it slightly as he pondered. "...I don't need to tell you something's wrong but...I think it runs a bit deeper", "whatd'ya mean...". The pace picked up. "I mean when I saw him again he was in the Asylum, makes sense he's acting weird". The slight jab only made this more concerning.

"You gonna get him back to work?", this made them pause slightly. "...maybe". "Good luck, I don't think he even knows what he's doing". The spinning finally stopped with a quick flick of the wrist and a snatch before it hit the sidewalk. He slid it back into his pocket, straightening his posture slightly. "Weird question-", they paused slightly. "mm?", "do y'wanna...y'know exchange numbers...maybe?".

"In case one of us find him?", "yeah...". If he had broke out of a Safety League controlled location...- they slightly shuddered at the idea. Without missing a beat he gestured for something to write on, they rummaged in their bag and pulled out a notebook and a pencil, silently watching as he scribbled before handing it back. "Dice", "huh?". The clacking of his sandals began to fade slightly as he strolled down the street, hands in his pockets. "It's Dice", he jabbed a thumb at himself, "Y/N", they quipped back.

They watched as he wandered further away.

'Posters, ladder...find Henry...'

'Just begs the question...where the hell is he now?'

#lethal league blaze #lethal league candyman x reader #lethal league candyman

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