#there are like two good heroes maybe

[hella1975]

'the final pages of the report include a few interesting details. they note that every hero at the scene explicitely said that no work study students participated in the fight against shigaraki. our part was erased from the record. that denial is the only reference to me, kacchan and todoroki in the entire document' IM SORRY? THE VILLAINS ARE RIGHT DOWN WITH HEROES. DENYING THEIR PART WHILE THEY'RE LITERALLY BEING WHEELED TO HOSPITAL UNCONSCIOUS? WHEN THE FIGHT WOULD HAVE BEEN LOST WITHOUT THEM? WHY DID KIDS NEED TO BE ON THE BATTLEFIELD ANYWAY AND THEN AFTERWARDS WHY ARE YOU MORE CONCERNED ABOUT THE LEGALITY OF IT THAN THE PART THEY PLAYED? i hope you all die

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Local Alchemist needed to be stopped.

My formula of restore fatigue:

Spring salad: lettuce, radish, potato, (optional: apple, orange, watermelon). Unfortunately it has Burden side effect. (if choose orange, you'll get a bonus Shield effect) Can also side with Ranch dressing: cheese wedge, leek, onion, garlic. And this one has Damage Agility side effect. It can be fix by removing the garlic.

Potato soup: potato, garlic, leek. This recipe has Frost Shield side effect. Perfect choice for a cold weather.

Corn salsa: corn, tomato, onion, garlic. Unfortunately it has Damage Agility side effect, but you can get Detect Life in the process.

Grilled cheese sandwich: bread loaf, cheese wedge, cheese wheel. Unfortunately it has Damage Agility side effect. I should have removed the cheese wedge. Sorry Baurus :(

Classic ham sandwich: bread loaf, cheese wedge, ham, lettuce. Unfortunately this recipe also has Damage Agility side effect, but bonus Fire Shield woohoo!

Gyudon: beef, onion, rice

Mix berries: blackberry, strawberry, (we only have two kinds of berries?) (optional: apple, orange, pear). Actually, don't put apple or pear in it. They will cause Damage Health.

Crabby corn soup: crab, corn, onion. You can add cheese wedge for bonus Fire Shield (and Damage Agility) effect.

Chili con carne: beef (/boar meat /mutton /venison), onion, garlic, tomato. Side effect is Detect Life. (Beef flavor will grant you Shield effect. Unfortunately Boar meat will have burden side effect and Venison is Damage Health)

Pumpkin pie: pumpkin, sweetcake (/flour /sweetroll). Unfortunately both flour and sweetroll has Damage Personality side effect

Carrot cake: carrot, sweet cakes

Strawberry cheesecake: strawberry, cheese wedge, flour (/sweetcake /sweetroll). The flour version has Reflect Damage side effect. I highly recommend it.

[myimaginationplain]

I've come to the conclusion that being assigned the fandom-mandated "sunshine character" is the worst possible fate a character could face

[cyndrastic]

on vacation

i’ve obtained the goods

[clevercrumbish]

[grahamcore]

truly don’t understand anyone of the opinion that oppenheimer is u.s. military propaganda the whole fucking point was that the international arms race has had, and will continue to have, dire consequences for humanity… oppenheimer and all the other scientists at los alamos were explicitly shown to be grappling with insurmountable feelings of remorse because of what they had done… i’m sorry where are we seeing war propaganda? just because a movie is ABOUT war does not mean that it PROMOTES war jfc

[spitblaze]

Not that Returnal is bad per se but I see the words 'roguelike bullet hell soulslike co-op' to describe a single game and my eyes glaze over

[nothesunisadeadlylazer]

everyday I wake up and I realize that Damian and Kon have a lot more in common than you think.

[youssefguedira]

Yusuf is there when Nicolò enters the old temple, not a vision of him, no portal behind him that will take him somewhere Nicolò cannot follow yet again before he has the chance to reach him, just Yusuf. He's alone, his head tilted upwards and eyes closed, illuminated by the shafts of sunlight that fall through the cracked ceiling. The sight of him - here and safe and whole, finally, after everything Nicolo's fought through to reach him - takes his breath away.

"Nico," Yusuf says, and opens his eyes to look at him. He smiles, and he's still Nicolò’s Yusuf, even after everything that's happened.

Nicolò can't wait another second, then, sheaths his sword at his back and walks up the stone steps towards him. Yusuf's smile widens, and then he's stepping into Nicolò's already open arms, laughing. "I missed you."

"Missed you too," Nicolò says. He kisses Yusuf's temple, holds him close. "So much, Yusuf, you have no idea-"

Yusuf leans back, cupping Nicolò's face in one hand. "I know. It's okay. I'm here."

But Nicolò knows him well enough to know something's wrong. "What is it?"

"It's not over, yet." Yusuf steps out of Nicolò's arms and back a few steps, leaving him cold. "There's so much more you don't know yet, but we're running out of time. He will return, soon, and we're not ready."

"Tell me what I need to do," Nicolò says immediately. He can't bear the idea of Yusuf disappearing again, not now when he's finally here, when every other time Nicolò has tried to reach him he's been a second too late. "Anything, and I'll do it, whatever it is. Just tell me what you need."

Yusuf smiles again, sad. "It's not you, Nico. We need more time. And I can buy it, but-" He cuts himself off.

"Then I'll help you."

Yusuf shakes his head. "You don't understand. For this to work, I need to reform the seal, and I can only do that by" - there are tears in his eyes, now, and dread running down Nicolò's spine - "by sealing myself away along with it."

Nicolò realises just a moment too late what that means. "Yusuf-"

"If I seal myself here, in the past," Yusuf continues, "when you return to our time, it will be just strong enough to hold. You will have the time you need to finish this. And once all this is over, the seal can be broken in our time."

"I can't," Nicolò says. "There has to be another way. This can't be it."

"It's the only choice we have," Yusuf says. "I cannot - this was always my path, Nicolò."

She's manipulating you, Andromache had said, the goddess. She's using Yusuf to make you do what she wants, can't you see? If Nicolò hadn't understood then, he does now - neither of them ever had a choice in this. Yusuf was chosen because Nicolò would follow him anywhere, and Nicolò was chosen for the same reason.

Nicolò realises something else then. "If you seal yourself here, you'll be trapped for thousands of years."

"I'll be asleep," Yusuf says, soft. "It'll be like the blink of an eye. So when this is all over, you'll have to come wake me up." He smiles, then, even through his tears. "Just like old times, no?"

And before Nicolò can say anything else, the air around him begins to glow gold, condensing around Yusuf, who tilts his head back and closes his eyes, and Nicolò cannot move, frozen in place by something beyond his control. All he can do is watch as the light gathers around Yusuf, blindingly bright, until Nicolò cannot see him anymore. Whatever's holding him releases, and he runs towards Yusuf even though the light hurts his eyes, and just as he reaches out the light fades.

Before him is what looks like a crystal, tinged orange, clear enough that he can see Yusuf inside, his eyes closed. He looks like he's just sleeping, like this is one of the mornings Nicolò had had to wake him but had paused for a moment just to watch him.

Nicolò lifts his hand to the crystal. It's freezing cold when he touches it. Yet again, he's too late.

"I'll come back for you," he tells Yusuf, even though he knows Yusuf can't hear him. "I swear it. I'll finish this, and I'll come back for you." His voice is trembling, but he can't let himself break down now, not when there's still work to be done. The faster he finishes his task, the sooner he can wake Yusuf.

(Nile is the first to ask when he returns through the gate, waiting for him with Andy, Quynh and Sebastien nearby. "Where's Yusuf?" she asks, looking behind him - the plan had always been that Nicolò would bring Yusuf back with him, after all.

Nicolò can't bring himself to say it out loud.)

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It feels like an age before Nicolò returns to the temple, now in the present. It's over, finally - the five of them have sealed the demon king away for good. The others are outside.

The crystal is overgrown with vines, now, just like their old favourite meeting place on the island where all of this had started. Its surface is scratched and clouded with age, but Nicolò can still make out Yusuf inside it, looking exactly as he had when Nicolò left him in the past. He hates to think of the crystal here, alone, for so much time.

There's a glowing mark on the crystal's surface that hadn't been there before. Nicolò approaches it carefully and places his hand over the mark.

Almost immediately, glowing cracks begin to grow from where his hand touches the crystal, spreading across the whole thing until it's glowing as brightly as it had when it was formed, but he can't look away. When the light dies down, Yusuf hovers in the air for just a moment before whatever spell had held him there finally breaks, and he collapses, but Nicolò is there to catch him, sinking to his knees and cradling him close. He doesn't move for a moment, and Nicolò is terrified, because what if something had gone wrong-

Yusuf gasps awake, his eyes fluttering open. He looks around frantically before catching sight of Nicolò above him, who nearly sobs with relief, holding him impossibly closer.

"Nicolò?" Yusuf whispers, his voice hoarse. Nicolò nods, unable to speak just yet, blinking back his tears and brushing Yusuf's curls away from where they've fallen into his eyes.

Then Yusuf asks, "Did I oversleep?" and Nicolò has to laugh even though it comes out sounding more like a sob, kisses his forehead and smiles. "It's over, then?"

"It's over," Nicolò confirms, and then, "I love you."

Yusuf sits up and wraps his arms around Nicolò's neck, buries his face in Nicolò's shoulder and holds on tightly. "I love you too."

(When they return, Nile is the first to them, hugs Yusuf so tightly he laughs, and then it's Sebastien's turn, then Andromache and Quynh both.

They choose to stay on the surface, all six of them. And neither Yusuf or Nicolò are the same people anymore - sometimes Nicolò wakes screaming, sometimes Yusuf gets a distant look in his eyes and it takes a worryingly long time for him to come back to himself. Sometimes there are things Yusuf still can't tell Nicolò, and vice versa.

They make it work, though. They find a quiet place in the woods, far away from the temple and any danger, and they're safe, and happy, and together.

It's all Nicolò's ever wanted, really.)

[clarasghosts]

the fear street movies said that if you're going to end the cycle of poverty and misery, then you've got to care about the community and not individual self interest. and they said that you've got to learn your own history, not only because it repeats, but because the prevailing social myths are often there to safeguard the interests of the powerful and privileged, while obscuring the truth.

[amethystpath-writes]

Affogato

NOT A PR0MPT- happy ending, stay tuned for the end :)

Could you write about a villian with severe anger issues, but still somehow, they've managed to come to love hero, and so has hero. Now, as they live together, villian just one days, snaps at hero for small little things. And at night, hero just storms off. Villian at this point wants to hate the hero now, and when thru hear a knock, they almost bring in their knife, and when they open the door to hero, IT TURNS OUT THAT HERO JUST WENT TO BUY VILLIAN SOME ICE CREAM AND COFFEE. CUZ THEY REMEMBERED THAT VILLIAN LOVES THESE TWO TOGETHER, SO JUST TO BRIGHTEN THEIR MOOD, THAT'S WHY HERO STORMED OFF. Cue the villian breaking down into tears as they hold their selfless hero in their arms and cry and apologise and kiss the hero and the hero just absolutely not minding it at all, cuz they are understanding enough to know that villian is going through something that is making them act like that, and they don't really mean it.

Just anything like this :")

This request is long overdue. Thank you, and all nonnies, for your patience <3 May I bestow upon you a long snippet for a long request? It’s quite nice if I do say so myself.

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“I don’t know, Hero. I don’t know. I don’t know!” Villain snapped. “God, you keep asking me questions. Why the hell would I know how aglets are put on shoelaces? Or- or what type of plastic is supposedly safe to eat from? Or when- exactly, as you asked- sugar turns into caramel in a skillet? I don’t know, Hero!”

Hero’s lips parted halfway through Villain’s outburst. Shock took up many of her emotions, but somehow hurt triumphed them all. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” she said, and her voice was hardly heard. “You’ve just been gone all day; I wanted to make conversation.”

Not seeming to understand just how much damage he was already doing, Villain continued. “Yeah, well, I’m tired. It was a long day and the last thing I want is someone asking a thousand questions a minute.” He repeated, “I’m tired. I just want to sit here- here, in my goddamn chair- and watch a show. Can I please, for the love of everything in this universe, just do that?”

He sounded like an old man with nothing better to do than to wrap his lips around a cigar, while watching Casablanca for the tenth time in a week, wearing a fedora that went out of fashion seventy years ago.

“Do you have a show in mind?” Hero tried.

“No.” Without another word, Villain closed his eyes, laid his head back, and slept in his chair as he wished.

When Villain awoke, his mind was still in a place of dread, and the feeling intensified as he watched Hero’s small figure dart about the house as she gathered her things.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice darker than before. Neither he, nor Hero, could tell if it was sleepiness or irritability which made his voice so low and unwelcoming, though caring little about what her lover’s voice meant, Hero responded, “Leaving.”

Her purse was already tucked into the crook of her elbow, and she had her wallet. Now to find the keys.

“You’re leaving?” Incredulous. “What the hell are you leaving for?” By the time Villain asked it, Hero had found the keys- in plain sight, on the kitchen counter- and business-walked to the front door. “Don’t forget the rest of your things! You’re going to leave me with your clothes and jewelry and all your other shi-” The door slammed shut. Villain began talking to himself instead. “Why would I ever think that she’d stay here with me? Why would I ever think she was any different from anyone else I’ve ever known? The hell is wrong with me?”

In the next hour, Villain moped around his home, drinking glasses of water, eating the crumbs out of old chip bags in the cabinet, and watching tv. It wasn’t particularly horrible; Villain just felt…off. As angry as he sounded, he wasn’t. He wasn’t angry, wasn’t sad, wasn’t much of anything other than another human who was overwhelmed and burnt out. There was no emotion- only exhaustion.

The sky outside was darkening more and more. If Villain squinted in search, he’d find a few stars shining through hazy clouds. It made him wonder, now, if Hero was ever coming home, or if this was really the end to…to them. Had he really been so horrible that she’d leave with nothing else but her wallet and keys? Maybe so.

Then again, Hero was easily saddened. She’s overreacting, Villain thought, because facing the fact that he might be the one in the wrong was preposterous.

Villain shifted in his chair and uneasily pulled his phone out of his pants pocket. He dialed Hero’s mother.

“Villain?”

“Yeah, hey.” His voice was typically more enthusiastic. Not now. “Is Hero around?”

Hero’s mother hummed. “No. No, I haven’t heard from her since this morning. Is everything okay? Are you home?”

He took a breath and closed his eyes. Yes, he was home. No, everything was not okay. Maybe Villain should have called Hero first, but then he considered a scenario in which she wouldn’t pick up the phone, and that thought infuriated him. What if he was worried? It was getting dark, and she wasn’t home. If she didn’t pick up the phone, it’d make him worry even more, and how was that fair to him?

He didn’t give thought to her answering the phone.

“Villain? You there?”

“I’m here,” Villain assured. He inhaled once again, and as he breathed out, he said, “I fell asleep earlier, and her keys were gone when I woke up. I figured she might have headed out there, but she might have just gone to Friend’s.”

“Did Hero not pick up the phone when you called?”

“I didn’t call,” Villain admitted. Then, “I had a nightmare, and I guess my mind just went to the worst place. I’m sorry. I’m- uh- I’m going to call Hero. I’ll get back to you when I know she’s alright. I’m sure everything is okay.” It was too difficult to admit he got angry, and Hero left him because of it. “Anyway, I’m going to-”

Knock, knock, knock.

“I’ll get back with you later.” Villain hung up, then scurried to the kitchen where he had immediate access to steak knives.

Soon after, Villain recognized the sound of keys rattling in the lock. But who else had keys to the house except for himself and…“Hero?”

Her face emerged into their home as the door creaked open more. “Little help?” She yelped as a bag dropped to the wooden floor. “Shoot! Oh, I hope the eggs weren’t in that one. Could you- you’re holding a knife.”

“You went grocery shopping.”

“I did. And you’re holding a knife. Should I,” Hero ventured, “go back to grocery shopping?”

“No. No, I”- Villain put the knife down- “was just shocked. We argued and then I fell asleep and then I woke up and then-”

Hero extended her free hand out to Villain. Free, as in, it held only one item, and that item was for Villain. “It’s probably half-melted by now- sorry. It’s an af…afro…afrogato? No, that means cat, doesn’t it? No, that’s gato.”

“You got me an affogato?” Villain’s brows pinched and his lips jutted out. Someone who didn’t know Villain, they would interpret his expression as anger, but Hero knew better. He was only confused.

“I don’t know what you’re going through, but I can tell you’re struggling. I thought this might help brighten your night.” She smiled sweetly, then tilted the small paper cup towards Villain, reminding him that he might want to take and eat it, or else he won’t get the chance to enjoy it. “If you can help get the groceries in really quick, I can put them away so you can enjoy the ice cream.”

Speechless, Villain took bags off Hero’s arm and rushed them to the kitchen island. He stuck his affogato in the freezer, then rushed to his and Hero’s car in the driveway. “Sit down,” he called out behind him. Hero didn’t like the grocery store; it exhausted her.

After the groceries were brought in, and Villain, not Hero, tucked them all away in the fridge, freezer, and cabinets, Villain took his treat- one he didn’t feel he deserved- and sat beside Hero on the couch.

Hero curled in, toes tucked between the couch cushions, and her arm wrapped around Villain’s. “You keep shaking your head,” she said. “What’s wrong.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Villain replied, head still shaking with his lack of understanding.

She sat up, then, and looked into his eyes. “Everyone deserves love. All tonight means is that we have some things to work on. We,” she emphasized, “not just you. I shouldn’t have taken off the way I did. It wasn’t helpful to either of us.”

Maybe she was right. Still, Villain’s outburst…“You didn’t deserve that.” His eyes darted away for a moment but came back as quickly as they left. “I’m sorry, Hero.”

Nodding, Hero tucked back into her love. “I’m sorry, too. Now eat your afro-cat.”

[neige-leblanche]

"idk why i hate neige so much" probably because he is an antagonist! hope this helps

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

also this master has such a flair for show, for performance. i guess they always do but i feel it way more with him. first o: “look at all the evidence i gathered, and they just mocked me 🥺”

and on the eiffel tower: “not sure how to describe what i found. pulverised? burned? nuked? all of the above. someone destroyed it. our home, razed to the ground. everyone killed.... everything burned.....”

then the timeless children being this entire show and tell with the doctor as audience

it’s interesting bc im only really familiar with modern masters and like, simm!master plays it up for sure but hes in no way this controlled about it. and missy is,,,,i get the feeling with missy that she isnt sure herself when shes acting and when she isnt. the line between artifice and authenticity dissolves with her and in her interactions with other people, especially the doctor: ”maybe youre trying to impress me”

but dhawan!master is their synthesis and it shows so beautifully. he will act, especially to the doctor, he will play parts he knows she likes, but he never loses sight of his own emotional reality. he takes the stage to play and he doesnt when hes off. maybe he even plays the parts he knows she likes ironically. self-aware, other-self-aware. more aware than she is.

oh the horror

and she doesnt buy this, of course

but it’s the wrong part she doesnt buy. his emotions about it were feigned, not the events themselves (which is interesting in terms of this being post the doctor falls but i dont know what to make of that yet; im sorta leaning to just like, general overcorrection/her understanding of him and their relationship is a lot less nuanced than his. The Master Lies, with no abilty to maybe differentiate between different kind of things he could be lying about for different reasons. but maybe im underestimating the doctor)

anyway tldr i think because of the vault this master has a very complex understanding of his relationship with the doctor and their relationships to their own identities, i think he understands it better or more consciously than the doctor does at this point, which allows him to play his own identity self-aware and ironically whereas the doctor is still dead serious

[castrovulcant]

What a time to remember that I am superhero trash

[vespertine-legacy]

Ok, but like. The agent's Nar Shaddaa mission had to have been about 80% unsanctioned, right? Like, yeah, go find out about and dismantle any terror cell on Nar Shaddaa, by whatever means you deem best, yes. But the means being "collaborate with a former Watcher who so deeply traumatized the rest of the Agency that they can't even talk about what happened but they thank you if you kill him" can't have been like. "plan a."

[perenlop]

Oh my god Latios saying he'll go through Pitfall Valley wandering for the rest of his life because he thinks that's going to be Latias's fate regardless and "two is better than one"... oh my god