#big damn heroes

[deadheaddaisy]

This makes my day!

[besttropeveershowdown]

The Best Trope Ever Showdown: Round 1, Side B

Hitman with a Heart

Propaganda:

Cold character meets warmth. Instant heart.

Big Damn Heroes

Propaganda:

Honestly just a very satisfying trope in general, and it's got a great name courtesy of Firefly.

[waywardwizzard]

Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf,

Virginia Woolf,

Virginia Woolf...

Red and blue and grey and every gorram colour except her colours.

Why weren't they here? Why was she here?

(You know why. This is home)

Spinning, spinning, spinning, little star in a big universe. Looked for the Milkyway, found the Beginning. New life, real life. Why wasn't her family here?

(Focus River. Two by two hands of blue. Keep your family safe.)

Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf,

Virginia Woolf,

Virginia Woolf...

Needles and blood and this wasn't right. Or was it? But it wasn't then, it's now so why weren't they here? And why was there blood? Ge-ge?

(Hiding away. Focus. Focus)

All alone in her Serenity, purple leaking out onto the floor. No answering blue, just cold.

Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf...

(Focus. You're a weapon. Act like it)

I am.

(Now!)

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Author's note-

... yeah, I got nothing. I really hope this makes sense.

I was busy analyzing Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf when this hit me so I crunched it out in about 5 minutes. Hope y'all enjoy!

[commanderbragh]

DWC 2023 Day 3: Stepping Up (Unresolved)

Banagan ducked and covered his head as waves of heat washed over him. Before it passed, he could hear screams coming from nearby. Raising his head, he quickly scanned around and saw two men on the ground with smoke curling off pieces of their armor. He ran to their side and dropped to the ground. Putting his hands on both men, he closed his eyes and concentrated. Light flared around his hands and then passed into the two prone fighters. Almost immediately their cries subsided to quiet whimpers and they stopped writhing on the ground.

Banny opened his eyes and looked around again. He could see the field medics rushing to his position, so he stood up and unhooked his mace from his belt. Nearby, he saw his Drakthyr friend Skold shooting his own fire back at the druids, causing them to scatter and run.

“Chase them down!” someone called out. It only took a moment for Banny to trace the call to the mercenary that had been dressed down so publicly only a few hours earlier.

“Fel,” Banny muttered to himself as he started chasing after the four soldiers who were, in turn, chasing after the fleeing druids.

“What is it?” Skold asked as he glided to Banny’s side.

“If we don’t get there in time? A bloodbath.”

“Whose?”

“Does it matter?”

It was a running battle as the Druids of the Flame continued to send volleys at the humans who gave chase. In return, one of the soldiers cast bolts of lightning back at the retreating elves. Electricity sparked between the druids, catching one just as he was casting of his own spell. The druid’s body jerk involuntarily and his hand dropped towards the ground just as he had released the casting. A ball of flame shot down in the midst of the running druids and exploded, sending them flying into the air. 

The humans cheered as they rushed forward. The first three bodies they encountered were charred and did not move. Banny watched as the one mercenary prodded the first body with his boot and got no response. One of the other soldiers called out “Hey, this one is still alive!”

The group looked to see there was one druid rolling on the ground. She had been furtherest ahead when the explosion went off and, as such, had only been partially hit and thrown forward. The humans walked up to the druid as a faint moan escaped her.

“What should we do?” the soldier who had first noticed her asked.

“Kill her,” the mercenary responded with a dark grin.

“No.” Banagan’s quiet demeanor and calm response washed over the other soldiers, visibly cooling the bloodlust that had them running just moments earlier. Everyone, except the mercenary.

“We kill them all.”

“We were told to bring them back alive if we could,” Banagan replied simply.

“They’ll never know,” the mercenary sneered.

“I’ll know.”

“I don’t care,” the mercenary said, raising his sword and taking a step forward.

Banagan moved quickly, stepping in between the mercenary and the injured druid. “I will.”

“So what?” the mercenary spat out, moving closer to the paladin.

“We are taking her in alive. Anyone who has a problem with that has to get by me.”

“And me,” Skold added as he stepped to Banagan’s side and flexed his wings.

“Fine,” the mercenary growled. “Take her if she means that much to you.” He then turned and stalked off. The rest, unsure what to do, turned and followed their friend back towards the rest of the troop. Once they were out of earshot, Skold looked down at his friend.

“Are you sure that was the wise thing to do?”

“Wise? Probably not. But like people say ‘If you can’t do the wise thing, at least do the right thing.’ “ 

“Who says that?”

“I don’t know. Probably my dad, or Drogar, or Shadowbreaker. It seems like the kind of thing that they would say.”

“You grew up with some very interesting people,” Skold said with a shrug. Then he turned to look the soldiers who were making their way back to the main host. “Do you think they will let this go?”

“Nope. Not even a little bit. I’ve seen plenty like them, too.”

“Then how will you handle this? You will have to work with them again, I suspect.”

“It all depends. I’ll try buying them a drink next time we’re back in Valdrakken and see if that clears up the angry feelings.”

“And if it doesn’t? If the matter stays unresolved, what then?”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing that I have a friend watching my back,” Banagan looked up at the Drakthyr and smiled. “Let’s get this elf back to the command tent. I don’t want to be out here in the open if any of her friends come looking.”

“Agreed,” Skold responded.

@daily-writing-challenge

[pixiereblogs]

Pixie Recaps Picard | Disengage

[tlwebb]

[kkopimint]

Miguel & Mochi !!🐱

wanting to change my way of drawing to a more realistic one was not a good idea, if I draw Miguel and my other children in a cute way so be it, if from my soul comes out drawing two 60 year old men with a blush, that's life 🚬

[rachiebeee]

they are best friends and siblings and i love them both so dearly. featuring piercings bc i stand strong in my belief that they would

[foursidecity]

|| Deku stretch studies based off an art I did like... 6 years ago lol ||

He has old man bones 😔

[ayeliiss]

Teacher Izuku, who has planned an oral exercise for his students to improve their skills in quirks analyzing. He's prepared a list of 20 pro-heroes (matching his pupils' number) and asked each of them to choose one for their presentation.

Bad news: none chose pro-hero Dynamight, who is obviously at the top of the list.

It's not that they dislike him or anything. It's just that they know how obsessed Izuku-sensei is with Dynamight. They're scared of providing wrong information to the person who knows this extraordinary hero better than anyone, and risk their lives the worst punishment ever after that.

But when Izuku senses the lack of enthusiasm from his students toward the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, he doesn't understand and feels downcast. He expected them to fight—figuratively—to be the lucky one handling Dynamight's name with great care.

Izuku has no choice: while he'd initially decided to leave the choice up to them, now, he's changed the rules and turned to a lucky draw. Like this, a poor victim was picked and had to live with the most intense pressure they'd ever experienced in their short life. When presentation time came, what had to happen happened; from their first slide, briefly introducing Dynamight's body and constitution, Izuku-sensei stood with such vigor that his chair flew right against the wall behind—as if the fate of the world were at stake. As if a villain had appeared and was ready to put his student's life at risk.

Nope. They had simply mistaken Dynamight's weight, and Izuku couldn't let such misinformation be spread around, especially knowing that Dynamight's weight was much less than what had just been told! After rectification, Izuku didn't sit back. Most naturally, he started rambling about other facts regarding his childhood friend's body, and ended up giving a whole ass presentation instead of his student, who was still awkwardly standing next to the projection screen, waiting for this all to end. It only ended when the bell rang and Izuku realized he'd ruined his student's hard work. What grade was he even supposed to give him now? xxx sorry, it's not really elaborated but this shit popped up in my mind at 3am while trying to sleep and I ended up laughing with myself like a crazy hag in my bed lol. I wanna write a fic like this so bad... I'm keeping it in mind teehee.

[deadheaddaisy]

"It's just work, work, work..."

Best canon (married) couple ever.

Shut up. Too soon.

Took a bit longer than expected because I ran into issues with my editor, but that has been fixed and I found the Jancy pic I wanted while waiting for the support team for my editor. So, yay!

Zoe and Wash - Firefly 1.01 Serenity

[quirkedupkicks]

good for you, todoroki

[digitalmidnight]

Project Eden's Garden Predictions

This is meant to be silly. Spoilers in post and in tags

There's a really big influencer light and Kai just walks right up to it and gets fried like a moth. Kai is a victim.

An area opens up with remote controlled RC cars. During the race, everyone hits the sand bags at least once. The sand bags start leaking pink. They open it like a cocoon. The butterfly was broken upon the wheel. Kai is a victim.

Toshiko forces Kai to watch teen rom-coms with her. Kai is a victim.

Grace goes "Screw you Damon. The man I shared a bed with is gone, so I'm killing the man you share a bed with." Kai is a victim.

Damon was supposed to die in Chapter 4. Kai becomes aware of the plan, but ends up dying himself to save Damon. This kickstarts a series of events (like the butterfly effect) that lead to Damon finally being fully into being part of the group and ending the killing game. Kai and his killer are treated as martyrs. Kai is a victim.

Same thing as above but Damon commits a murder instead. He gets away with it. It doesn't matter anyways. Kai was a victim.

Damon goes: "so how did the victim die?" Kai says: "Like this!" Kai is a victim.

Eloise is training late at night and sees Kai acting odd. A misunderstanding happens where she doesn't know it's Kai specifically. Still, she believes whoever she saw, which just happened to be Kai, was a horrible, irredeemable person. She makes him suffer. Kai is a victim.

Jean kills Kai for his attempt at French. Jean is a bigger victim. Kai is a victim.

A big plot involving handwritten murder notes pops up. Except the handwriting is atrocious (in trial, there's confusion whether it's Damon or Demond. Also Mark vs Ultimate Marksman). Kai ended up getting killed because the killer confused his last name with Grace's. Kai is a victim.

Diana gets Kai because chameleons eat butterflies and she was hungie. Kai is a victim.

Kai does a little hip bonk to get an item out of the machines. The machine falls over and breaks. Mara gets him. Kai is a victim.

The casts gets it into their heads that this situation is like V3. They totally consented, this is a television show, and all their fans are routing for them. Cassidy and Kai end up fighting to the death for the sake of their fanbase. Kai is a victim.

Someone pops Kai's pool inner tube. He does not float like a butterfly. Kai is a victim.

Ingrid knocks Kai upside the head with a horny jail hammer. And by that I mean sledgehammer. Kai is a victim.

Kai makes it to the very end where the garden itself is starting to crumble. They come across a statue of two men. The boulder that the Cain statue was holding falls. Kai is a victim.

Wenona wants to get out and somehow clocks Damon, Ulysses and Kai to be the only people smart enough to rat her out. Theres a sleepover between a lot of people in Ulysses room to try and research about where they are. The room fills with gas that Ulysses can't smell. The gas is denser than air. Kai, who was sleeping on the ground, is found before anyone else can be affected and the attempt at getting him to fresh air gets everyone else out of danger. Kai is a victim.

Jett goes "I like cars" and suddenly a car appears out of nowhere and hits Kai. Kai is a victim.

Kai begs Mark to listen to his super cool music idea. "Trust me it's so cool and you just have to make it but it's a billion dollar idea. I'll pay you in exposure. It'll totally pay for itself-" Kai is a victim.

"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush". Two strangulation victims are found. You would think it would be the two women with bird motifs, but only one of them is. Kai is a victim.

It's a simulation. Kai is a bug in the program. Tozu removes him. Kai is a victim.

Kai discovers Mukuro Ikusaba. The sixteenth student, lying hidden somewhere in Eden's Garden. The one they call the Ultimate Despair. He didn't watch out for her. Kai is a victim.

Kai gets really messy in a bathroom with his hair dye. The pink smears make him look like the killer. The class gets it wrong and everyone is a victim. Kai is a victim.

Desmond is dared to hit a target. This triggers a trap which kills Kai. There is a debate over if whoever set the trap is the killer, or if whoever hit the target was the killer. Doesn't matter to Kai what the answer is. Kai is a victim.

Damon is too comfy cozy to get up. There is nothing containing Kai except for Damon sleeping on top of him. Kai starves to death. Kai is a victim.

[deadheaddaisy]

Sweet Wash and kickass Zoë. These two are in absolute adoration of each other and it is life!

The perfect couple

[epickiya722]

This bit right here!! Tsu's little siblings cheering on for her!! THAT'S THEIR BIG SISTER!! 😭💚

[raineandsky]

#132

tw: knives, stabbing, death

Everything is, quite literally, on a knife’s edge. Everything the villain ever wanted, everything they didn’t, is right here, in this moment.

Victory, happiness, freedom, all a few seconds away. They need this. They need to act.

“I can’t,” the villain says.

The hero is under their blade like it’s where they belong. One little flick—that’s all it would take. One flick and the villain’s worries would be over.

“You’re strong,” the hero says plainly, and the villain isn’t sure how they mean it.

They’re strong? The hero must be joking. No, the villain isn’t strong. They’re faltering, they’re second guessing. What the hero must think is great self-restraint is nothing more than cowardice.

The villain knows that their knife is trembling traitorously in their grip but they can’t find it in themself to care. Why is this so hard? Why did it have to be the hero?

The hero smiles, the confident kind that all heroes seem to do, shifting slightly to pull themself closer to the villain. The edge of the blade brushes against their neck, and the villain flinches more than the hero.

“It’s okay, [Villain],” the hero says. Their tone is bland, like they spend most Sunday afternoons under the blade of someone who supposedly wants them dead. Well, no, not supposed—the villain hates them, they do. “You can stop now.”

The hero is everything the villain despises; the agency’s abhorrent nature personified. Too cool, too nonchalant, too easy to trip and kind of fall in love with.

All the villain can find to say is that same faint, “I can’t.”

The hero slips past the villain’s blade with that stupid smile still on their face. Maybe, the villain thinks, the hero is the affectionate kind. The type to pull a villain into a hug and warp their heart into abandoning their life as a criminal. The villain hates that they want that. They’d change the world for the hero.

Warmth blossoms in their chest as the hero gets close. Then the warmth turns hot. Pain pierces the feeling like glass is buried in their heart. The villain’s own blade, tight in the hero’s grip, is hilt-deep against their chest.

“I know you can’t,” the hero says in that usual flat voice, “but I can.”

It’s hard to breathe. The hero tears the knife out, giving the villain an idle push as they study the blade. The villain meets unforgiving concrete and the hero laughs.

“I think I’ll keep this, if you don’t mind,” they say brightly. “I doubt you’ll be using it any time soon.”

The hero turns on their heel and leaves without another word. As heroes do—the villain knows that well. They should’ve known this would happen. They did, really. Villains just have a habit of ignoring common sense and flying into danger head-first.

It’s colder than the villain remembers it being. They should’ve brought their coat. The breeze bites at their face as they watch the hero’s frame recede until they’re nothing more than a memory the villain is already forgetting.