#And seriously if you liker my hero

[electricbathsalt]

I think one of my least favorite things ever is when another villain-liker tries to moral-highground me for liking Chisaki. Like, dude, you say you don’t like child abuse so hate Chisaki—do you think I like child abuse??? More importantly, do you condone the actions of any of the villains you like?? No? Then why the fuck do you think I do?? Jackass

“O-Oh, b-but the other villains had tragic backstories!!” First off, a villain doesn’t need a tragic backstory to be interesting/compelling, and secondly, Chisaki’s childhood was definitely not sunshine and rainbows anyway??? It was revealed he was held in one of AFO’s facilities as a kid, and he lived on the streets for however long, and he was raised in the YAKUZA. Do you think those are normal, healthy environments for a child to grow up in??

“But Pops clearly cared about him!!” DID HE?? I’m starting to seriously fucking question that because I ain’t see that man actually give Chisaki all this love and warmth that y’all claim he did 😭 he was not the wholly innocent candy-sweet old man you guys make him out to be 💀

“He’s sadistic!!” He is quite literally the opposite. He hates fighting, he literally states it himself. Also if he was half as unforgiving/tyrannical as you guys say he is, all of his subordinates would be dead by now. Like, ten times over. He thinks of them as expendable because he thinks of all humans, including himself, as expendable because that’s what was taught to him as a child. Human lives don’t have inherent value to him because that’s the environment he grew up in. Yet he doesn’t punish Kurono for missing a shot that could’ve cost him his life, or Nemoto for missing multiple shots in a crucial battle. He also doesn’t berate any of them for being defeated.

The funny thing is, he actually got the most on his own case for his downfall. He doesn’t blame the heroes, and he doesn’t seem to blame the League, either. He doesn’t blame any of the other Shie Hassaikai members. He seemingly blames himself and only himself. And that’s really interesting to think about because it could imply/mean so many different things.

[eggs-can-draw]

you can't be doing my girl Kaede dirty like that, first Sayaka, now this? manic pixie dreaming some guy's life on the way out is the least relevant aspect of those characters!!! And you dare call yourself a woman liker? When only looking at those really interesting and morally complicated girls from the lenses of how they affected those boys? For shame.

My girl, Kaede Akamatsu, is a scheming, lying, betraying murderer who felt the weight of the shot put ball in her backpack while talking about trust and cooperation. She dirties her hands, she makes sacrifices, she's the boss and feels responsible for the group but doesn't actually trust them. She's reassuring herself more than them, she doesn't really believe what she preaches, and she's scared, but she's responsible and so - she resorts to denial, toxic positivity, being too pushy, and still feeling like it's not enough and being restless, fidgeting, planning to do something on her own, because if she can't pull through on all her promises then she still has to try to do her best for everyone's sake.

When she doesn't claim the first blood perk it has nothing to do with Shuichi and forcing him to face the trauma or with guilt and wanting to be executed, she wants to catch the mastermind, for the group's sake, that's all that's on her mind. And when she makes him go through the trial the way she does it's for the sake of the group then his, she needs him to be able to lead in future trials and save the group, it's not exposure therapy, he's reliving the trauma to his detriment. Really, the promise is because she's already thinking that a murder can happen again and at most she can hope that this will make the next person hesitate.

V3 has such a strong theme of characters being fucked because of their sense of duty, everyone who killed or tried to felt obliged to, this includes kiyo feeling like he owes to deliver friends for his sister. Kaede isn't just Shuichi's fridged pure angel on his shoulder, he made up an idealized version of her to cope, sure, but she's there setting an example, so you can see Kaito with his hero complex and Kirumi's devotion in the next chapter and know that they're fucked. None of them are okay in that way, down to Shuichi on his executioner duty.

The previous games are like "wouldn't it be fucked up if even our bright youth was capable of atrocities?" and v3 is like "what if you tried to do something noble but were deeply mentally ill, and also who are you to make this decision for others? What if we'd rather all die together than let you take away the burden of the sacrifice all for yourself?"

She is morally gray and she did things that were not good and she is going to be so fucked up about it post-game and she kind of already was in-game, the lack of faith in people from the audition video seeping through the optimistic facade. This is such a rich mess of a character and you're going to say she's your fave because of Shuichi? Seriously?

Don't take it as me being personally mad at you, I am just opinionated about those stuff

Oh my god you’re so right fucking eating this like a fifty three course meal bestie. Legit I will be thinking about this all day you’ve wormed your way into my brain bestie

[meili-sheep]

Hi! I am curious about your honest opinion of My Hero Academia. Because I started the show and was hyped about it, but then when I started creating my own worlds and began looking more into My Hero I stopped liking it. Do not get me wrong, the creator was a genius in his own right, but I hate how they define the word hero as a job anyone can take. And Izuku in my opinion seems a bit to much like a stalker for my liking, he only cleaned a beach and got the OFA, that is comunity service

So my main issue with MHA is partly because people treat it like a masterpiece of anime. When its like the baseline stereotype of Shounen anime. Like people tried calling it part of the new big three but has done nothing for anime like the Real big three have. Like OGs managed to keep Shounen anime going during some rough times.

Also, can I talk about Bakugo?

And how he's like a massive piece of shit?

Like I haven't seen enough to see his growth but there is the thing. I don't want. He's incredibly unlikeable and his growth is too slow. So it's to the point I don't care to see him grow better. He doesn't deserve it. It's just a pos. I don't care about "Oh he has to stay anger" Or whatever it is. You could take the comectp and not make a total ass fucking hole.

Also, Izuku is a little Bitch. And I feel the amount he pushes himself to is kind of toxic.

Also also Momo's design is like makes me uncomfy cause she's like 16 at the oldest? And I just don't trust people.

Also also also some quirks are busted and the writer doesn't seem to understand how to balance that out. Cause though I don't keep up it seems that's what happened with The American Hero.

But like I said. My Hero isn't Popular for its actual work and characters. It's popular because of what the idea allows its audience to do with the basic world setup. It's like James Bond; it's just a power fantasy, at least in my opinion. And at least Steven U had decent music and was trying to give a good massage. And Lars might have been the worst character to provide a Harlock homage. But ya know, at least there was a Space pirate captain Harlock homage.

Oh well here is the joy though. I don't have to watch my hero. I don't have to interact with fans. And I feel that's the most important thing here. You never have to watch something cause it's popular. And you don't need to try and rain on other people's parade for liking something popular. I like older anime. I like space westerns, I like spy and magic worlds. Slice of life, it's school but different, isn't really isn't my speed. So I knew my hero wouldn't be my thing. So ya know. that's cool.

[darklightescape]

my personal assessment of the mysims games

MySims: personally i think this is a good alternative to animal crossing for people who like the town-building + friend-making aspect but could do without the real-time stuff. constantly being stuck with unreasonable essence requirements (seriously, half the mid-to-late-game sims ask for like 60 essences on an item whose most intricate blueprint is six blocks) is infuriating though. solid start, kind of wish there was a remake or true sequel that ironed out the gameplay wrinkles and added in the characters from later games. 8/10 MySims Party: i didn't play this. 7/10 because i mean, it's a party minigame compilation, the sole requirement is that it's playable and i trust it to be at least that MySims Kingdom: this one marks the first instance of the series flirting with the idea of having a plot. since you no longer have to build every single item you use from scratch it's usually less grindy than its predecessor, which is good. unfortunately it did take out some of the mechanics i liked from the first game even if they weren't huge game-changers, like certain sims giving sad or scary essences instead of happy ones if you were nice to them. i have a meme in my head that's like "royal academy likers vs spookane enjoyers" because i am too old and too gay to have any sort of investment in hetero high school love triangles and CANNOT relate to anyone who says royal academy is their favorite island. 8.5/10, with the half-point being deducted because why the FUCK was there so much herding MySims Racing: karts! basically just a fun little kart racing game. fast/10. MySims Agents: genuinely i think this is the best game in the series and also just an excellent game in its own right. it kind of gets away from the original series concept but when you take everything else into account it’s hard to care. has a slightly more mature (think going from 4-8 geared to 8-12 geared) plot without going fully over the deep end into “why did you make me watch justice imply dr f committed a war crime” like sky heroes does. my only complaint is that the ending comes so abruptly that i had to check and see if there were any confirmed problems that resulted in something being scrapped and wouldn't you know it, not only were there some levels scrapped there was an entire sequel planned but shelved. no word on why but judging by the release dates i think EA made the (incorrect) decision to focus on sky heroes instead. we were ROBBED. 9.5/10, half point deducted for the abrupt ending. MySims Sky Heroes: it's not like...BAD. i just cannot for the life of me take lines like "diplomacy!? the enemy's guns aren't loaded with conversation, selena!" seriously when the character saying them was just a "cartoon bully who still thinks 'oh yeah well your FACE is whatever you just said!' is the most devastating insult ever" trope in the previous game. also playing these games where he's a real actual threat just makes me miss the og and kingdom versions of morcubus where he's just kind of a hammy weirdo who talks a big game about being a dastardly villain but never actually does anything. air combat seems fine to me I’m just not very good at air combat in general. 7/10 because the gameplay isn’t bad I’m just kind of baffled by the decision for the little cartoon chibi people to have seen the horrors of war

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Help! Cooking Hero Event story - Chapter 7

Translation of chapter 7 of the event ‘Help! Cooking Hero’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Keith: Phew, finally the inside of my mouth’s calmed down….

Keith: Did hear that Will had a sweet tooth but, to think it went that far was beyond my imagination. I seriously get why Akira was that much against it now

Keith: Still, the arrangement and appearance looks pretty, and it smells yummy too… ya couldn’t tell from just a glance 

Keith: The amount of ingredients was according to the recipe too. How did it end up like this?

Will: For the menu, I followed recipes from books or ones I found online. Did as the written instructions told me to….

Will: But then adjusted the flavouring as I was tasting it…. 

Keith: …..I get it. It ain’t that ya suck at cooking, it’s more that your sense of taste is off

Will: ….Is it really that much different from other people? I was aware about the fact that I had a sweet tooth but...

Keith: I’m not the type to eat much sweets but, ain’t it that your sweet tooth just crosses over the limits of it being normal?

Keith: At least sweets likers I know of don’t stuff their pasta with sugar or honey

Will: Is that so….

Keith: ….Guess I’ll lend a hand. I’ll teach ya how to make a plain ol’ pasta.

Will: Eh?

-

Keith: Here ya go. Pasta with fresh basil and mini tomatoes.

Keith: I kinda did my own thing than what the recipe called for. 

Will: Waah, it looks tasty

Oscar: Let’s dig in

Oscar: ….! It’s delicious….

Will: It really is. It’s amazingly good

Manager: Just as I expected from you, Keith

Oscar: Sir, you knew Keith is good at cooking?

Manager: Sure do. When talking about having worked part-time in a kitchen before, it got us excited and he cooked up some snacks at the pub.

Keith: They let me do some stupid shit ‘cuz it was a small one only full of regulars

Will: Still, it’s kind of unexpected for Keith-san to be good at it 

Oscar: I think so too. Even given the fact that we are on different teams, I’ve never seen him cook before...

Oscar: I can’t imagine him doing it on a regular basis…..

Keith: Oi oi, ain’t that uncalled for now

Will: Did you become good at it because you worked part-time in a kitchen?

Keith: Nah… Been cooking for myself since way before. Dunno if I maybe got better from working part-time though

Keith: Had to supply myself with my own meals to keep on living. Even if I’d be waiting with an empty stomach, no one would be cooking for me. 

Oscar: ….Right, it was the same for me.

Oscar: A decent income is necessary for eating out but, if it’s only about providing ingredients then there’s ways to go about it that’ll spare you money…..

Keith: That’s how it is

Will: ……

Will: Up until I entered the academy, my mom would prepare every meal for me. Which is why I only made sweets for myself to eat….

Will: Actually that reminds me, I think she used to politely reject me whenever I said that I’ll help out with cooking. And when I wanted to give the sweets I made to my little sisters, I’d get stopped….

Oscar: When eating Keith-san’s pasta earlier, you did say that you liked it, right?

Will: Yes, I really do think that, Keith-san’s cooking and what I ate with my family at Crimson Restaurant, is delicious

Will: Though, I did think that it would be even better if it was sweeter….

Oscar: I see…

Keith: Deciding on how ya want it ain’t a bad thing but, here’s better to leave it up to the restaurant.

Will: Eh….

Keith: We cleared the part of us heroes needing to think of a menu, yeah?

Will: B-but…

Keith: I get the feeling of wanting to bring it to perfection but, it’d be troublesome if something was off ‘bout the taste

Keith: To make up for the difference in other’s tastes, ya would constantly need someone to do some tasting 

Will: …….

Oscar: I will take upon that role if it means to solve the problem. 

Will: Oscar-san…. A-are you sure?

Oscar: I’ve seen your effort from close by. Besides, I also comprehend what you were thinking of when you volunteered for this job. 

Oscar: It might take up some time, but let us perfect this menu together.

Will: Oscar-san…..

Will: Thank you very much….. I’ll do my best…!

[writingfordreams]

Hey! Lovely work you have here ❤️ I think I need a protective Taron. Something like the reader is working at a shop, and she closing really late, and a weird guy harrasing her, or just watching her for a long time and she gets bad vibes, so she calls Taron. Or maybe she walks home and she doesn't know Taron, he just walks up to her like "hi babe" beacuse someone is following her. You get me. I hope 😁 something like these, anything you would like. Thank you dear

hello! thank you so much! thank you so so much for this request. i adore the idea of protective taron!! hope this was alright ♡ more under the cut! TW // stranger danger, scary men, feeling threatened, etc. etc..

You’re not incredibly fond of the late shift. Sure, it’s nearly dead and allows more time on your phone than professionally decent, as well as humming along to the faint tunes on the overhead speaker without receiving death stares. Lock up is the worst of it, though, and makes the boredom and intimate checkouts a piece of cake. 

You’ve got your work polo on and find yourself fumbling with the set of keys given to you at the start of your shift. While you trial a few keys, using the one for the freezer by mistake, you swear you feel eyes on you from across the street, followed by a clearing of someone’s throat. Casually you glance into the darkness set alight by street lights and Sorry, we’re closed! signs, and the figure of what seems to be a man moves quickly to the crossing. Of course, you panic. Where was that fucking key? When you finally find it, it’s like a weight lifted but your fear is a lightning bolt in your body. Then, in a few swift movements, you grab your bag, clutch the key ring, and move your way down the sidewalk. At the end near the street crossing, stood the man, with his hands in his pockets. 

When he calls out to you, you squint, and your heart rate picks up. Fuck.

“Hey there.” He says, a bit far off.

“Uh,” you begin, freezing a little before shoving the keys into your bag. Being busied helps the nerves. “Hi. Have a good night,” Incomes your friendly attempt to shut off the interaction. He could’ve been a nice guy, you think, but everyone looks like a threat in low light. It could’ve been Santa and you’d flee in the opposite direction. Naughty list here you come. 

“I wasn’t finished, darling.” He says, and you hear him coming closer.

Fuck. You hear a door squeak open paired with the sound of a bell from an open store a few paces down, but you’re too afraid to look anywhere but at this man now. One move and you’re done for, you think. You recall a self defense class from childhood, fiercely try to picture it in your head. Fuck. You offer a weary chuckle and a smile that gets lost in the darkness and tension in the air. You begin to step backwards, “Hah. I’ve, um, gotta get going, actually. Closing up and stuff. So sorry,” Your attempt at nonchalance comes off jittery and rushed, and it’s no wonder. He walks faster now, hands removing from his pockets and you panic. Your body fully prepares to drop your bag and make a run for it and then –

“Heeey babe!”

An unfamiliar arm wraps carefully around your shoulders. You’re absolutely, positively startled. Your yelp sounded like a firecracker in the quaint of the darkened street. Quickly, the stranger clarifies, and gives you a look like he’s desperate for you to understand something. “Was wonderin’ when you’d be getting out. Work was alright, darling?” Oh. Now you get it. You let out another nervous laugh with an equally nervous grin, and wrap an arm around his torso to match their very sudden affection. “Yeah!” Maybe too enthusiastic. You draw it back a bit, and then find his gaze, scanning this brand new face but trying not to seem that way. “Yeah, yeah. Close up is always tough at night.” You flicker a glance to the other strange man, “Stranger danger.” 

Speaking of, your newfound babe wont stop staring at him.

“..Yeah,” He agrees slowly, eyeing the other man up and down. His tone takes a change, something more protective and vaguely threatening. Like there was a string of insults waiting around the corner if something should go very south, very quickly. You’re hoping for no such thing. “Stranger danger. You ever heard of that, mate?” The man mumbles something crude and begins to wander off, heading around the corner and seeming quickly defeated or turned off in some way. Once he’s out of view, immediately you detach yourself from the stranger, your savior, and let out a big breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in. 

“Holy shit,” You curse, “I’ve never been so scared in my life.” The stranger lets out a huff of relief and a bit of a chuckle. He offers a hand, “Taron.” He says. “A non-weirdo and a hater of strange men who lurk at night preying on shop workers.” He seemed nice enough, and by now you can trust your judgement. Hopefully. You take his hand, “Y/N. A fellow non-weirdo and.. liker of kind men who would prefer to see me not dead in an alley.” That, he fully laughs at. Another firecracker on your little street. His laugh, by the way, is entirely lovely. 

His laughter ends with a sympathetic look. “You’ve got to get yourself one of those, uh, panic buttons? My Mum’s got one and it’s louder than anything. Scares people and dogs right off if need be.” He talks a little theatrically, expression scrunching with the severity of his claims, hand waving a bit. You smile, and nod. You look down for a little, “Yeah, yeah. Should really get on that, huh?” You say, and you catch him nodding too. There’s a small bit of silence between you two, Taron rocking on his heels with one hand in the pocket of his jeans, the other holding a small bag from a clothing shop. “I used to work there, you know.” You find yourself saying, staring at the brand’s logo. Even in the dark, you can see his face light up. “Yeah?” He questions, then continues. “Well, if you ever find yourself there again, you owe me a hero’s discount.”

You nudge his arm. “Hey!” You chirp, and he laughs that wonderful laugh, patting your shoulder. “Kidding, kidding. Seriously, though, get a panic button thing. Nice people are far and few between at this hour, it seems.” 

“I might just have you bring you everywhere I go, then.” You say, a sly smile on your lips.

Taron quirks a brow. “..Cheeky.” He shuffles a little closer, shifting his footing and pulling his phone from out his pocket. “So you wouldn’t mind me asking for your number, then? Y’know, as a safety precaution.”

“Cheeky.” You retort, attempting to mimic his tone. You then pull out your phone as well. “I don’t see why not,” You say, “I mean, that seems like the only rational option here.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

Numbers are exchanged as well as goodbye and goodnight smiles, and you return to the solace of your car with a pep in your step. With bad comes good, you think.