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lets go..!

My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:

Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.

Our son prospers. We are proud of him. Our child prospers, our children prosper. We are proud of them.

dogpuppy

nineteenyearoldmeblog

im fucking crying

innerchildabortionclinic

interesting kink assortment on the dash

runawaymarbles

I always feel so cheated in stories when characters are walking around with this Big Guilt and then...you find out that the thing wasn't their fault at all. And not in a "they thought they did it but it turns out they were set up" way, or even a "accepting that just because they did A which caused B which caused C it doesn't mean C was their fault", way but where they finally lay out the sequence of events and it's clear that any thinking person would not connect them. Like, fucking commit!!! The character isn't LESS compelling if they actually did the thing! You can't have the haunted brooding meow meow who is...also completely blameless

runawaymarbles

Ok listen

nyaa

yurimartyr

Collection

eddwardtheseventhstardrawnwizard

Gotta have a griller in your collection

unyieldingsilence

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tigirl-and-co

autistictaylorhebert

The year is 1991, a villain robs your record store and on a whim you call a new hero helpline. It takes them over an hour to arrive, during which the villain waits around patiently because its a fun novel experience and it's new to everyone involved. The hero and villain almost appear to be play-fighting, and afterwards the villain immediately escapes their police holding cell because neither containment foam nor the PRT exists yet. Everyone tips you afterwards.

The year is 2002, a villain robs the restaurant you manage, and you call the local hero team, who arrive within 20 minutes. There's a brief, professional fight with a back and forth that almost seems like a therapy session, before the villain is captured. Because of circumstantial political tides they're immediately sent to the birdcage, despite it being a first offence.

The year is 2012, villains rob the grocery store that you work at, and you wearily call the PRT, the heroes arriving 50 minutes later because most of them have been killed in endbringer fights. The fight is bloody and quick, with all banter from either side taking the form of growled threats. Upon being brought back to the phq all of the villains are immediately offered plea deals to become probationary heroes.

The year is 2015, villains rob your community's new grain silo. No-one calls the heroes, but they decide to come anyway, taking over 2 hours (they live 10 miles and two portals away), to eventually catch up on a highway where 30 civilians die in the ensuing fight. After this the villains are captured and subsequently exiled to a blacksite prison world where one of them almost immediately dies of exposure and the other later becomes a titan. You don't get your grain back.

crabses

This is actually a great explanation of how the parahuman culture is one of the several things that was cool before people ruined it. At first you could totally be a wacky comedic villain who cracks jokes and "fights" heroes without anyone actually getting hurt. It's fun! The heroes get to find new ways to use their powers, the villains get to be theatrical about being dragged off by the police, and the public gets a very entertaining show. Sure, neither the hero or the villain can really go all out with their powers, but still. It's fun. Until it isn't.

More and more villains appear and it stops being novel and starts becoming a real problem. Tinkers stop building flashy but easily-defeated mechs and start peddling supercocaine that gets you twice as high as regular coke and kills you three times as fast. A villain wearing a goofy, flashy, colorful costume goes on a killing spree until heroes who've never had to fight to kill eventually stop him. Heartbreaker appears. Hell, human masters as a whole are a nightmare.

So now you can't really be a wacky villain anymore, not without being genuinely harmful no matter how much you quip and crack jokes. Try to rob a bank? Congratulations, that bank was in the territory of a neo-nazi gang, they are currently hunting you down, and they don't play by the same rules as heroes. But don't worry, you found one that isn't in any gang's territory! Great, now the heroes have to spend at least a few hours getting to the bank, fighting you, getting back to base, repairing their gear, resting, and getting ready for the next mission. And every second they spend fighting you and your theatrics is time they aren't spending fighting the actually dangerous villains like the Slaughterhouse Nine or the cabal of superdrug-making tinkers or the aforementioned neo-nazis, and that's not even getting into the fact that maybe they could figure out a way to stop the walking indestructible natural disaster kaiju if they didn't have to deal with villains like you. Sure, maybe you aren't killing anyone, but it's pretty much guaranteed that someone somewhere is dying because you decided to rob a bank while dressed as a clown.

ulysses-but-somehow-more-transer

take my ass to torture city where the grass is ouch and the girls are hit me

armpits-are-crying

nope. funkytown again

ulysses-but-somehow-more-transer

come on

crabussy

-> listening to a jaunty country style song -> hear the lyrics wrong -> pause. frown. go back a few seconds to relisten -> hears the same fucked up lyrics -> check the actual lyrics to see what it ACTUALLY says

-> oh!

mechsploitation-warrior

Imperial Ace who is obsessed with being at the top of the killboard getting frustrated at being outscored by hounds. Storming up to the Handler's office and demanding to be treated. So desperate to reclaim the top spot that she willingly offers herself up to be carved and reshaped into Her perfect weapon. She doesn't care that her former squadmates look at her with revulsion and lust now instead of awe and admiration. She doesn't even notice that her quarters no longer have a bed, that her meals are brought to her, that she only leaves her kennel when she has a mission. All that matters is that she is the best hunter in the pack so Handler is proud of her

pseudocnidaria

Pretty clear to me that handlers (true handlers, not the ones that get down to the pet's level for physical pleasure) are very ace-coded. Maybe its just me projecting, but the psychological pleasure of owning something like that, a perfect thing of your making, makes it so so easy to not search further gratification. Where would sexual desire even fit when you are so devoted to the care of this thing you manufactured? True care and true power, and understanding your position and your hound's position makes what I'm saying seem so obvious.

Anyways sure this doesn't have anything to do with me being ace and a huge sadist surely

magicalgirlari

I keep thinking about this idea of a rebel mech pilot who develops a rivalry with a mysterious imperial pilot who never says anything on the comms. Maybe the imperial pilot destroyed the rebel's home city and there family along with it or the rebel pilot was the last survivor of an encounter with them losing all there close friends snd comrades to this imperial.

Then after many sacrifices and numerous enconters between the two pilots the rebels eventually gain ground and defeat the empire, over throwing the government and now have to clean up the remenents, offering chances to surrender and go to trial to the survivors.

The rebel pilot then finds out that the pilot they have this deep, intimate rivalry and hatred for is located at an out of the way base and heads out expecting a huge clash and a final showdown but the base easily surrenders seeing the writing on the wall.

The rebel pilot thinks that at least there rival will stand trial for there many crimes and they can finally put a face and voice to the monster that took everything from them.

Only to enter the base and discover that the high ranking ace pilot they expect is infact a hound cowering in her kennel so mindbroken and brainwashed that they are unable to speak and can barely be called human. The not outright insulting way the rebel pilot addressed by then is the closest thing to kindness they have gotten in a long time causing the hound to form an immediate attachment to them.

How must the rebel pilot feel? Looking at the one that harmed them so much and seeing nothing but a broken victim. Seeing how the hound looks at them like they hung the stars in the sky simply for not kicking them out of amusement. How must they feel knowing that this grand narrative of revenge and rivalry, of facing them time and time again, was made up in there head and the hound was not even aware of it, so broken by its handler.

How will they react to the hound seeing them as her savior? Following them like the lost dog they are, laying at there feet as the training is so ingrained that the hound can't even get on furniture without express permission. Lighting up at any slight show of affection and leaning into any touch the rebel pilot gives them.

Will the rebel pilot take the hound in? Moving past their understandable anger at the imperial pilot and seeing the hound? Understanding she was just as much a victim of the empire as they were? Will they spend the rest of there days happy and together? Just a retired hero and the rescue they picked up along the way?

I don't know but I hope so