#muddy hero

[ts3ap9ee]

I love Muddy Hero. It's so good. Literally a masterpiece.

[a3songtournament]

ROUND 1, SIDE B, MATCH 11

The Prince in Full Bloom ~The Floral Prince and His Retainer~ vs Muddy Hero

[depvotee]

NO BUT LIKE I DO HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABT HOW REDMANES BUT MOSTLY FREYJA AND HOW SHE SEES RADAHN OR HOW WE PERCIEVED HIM IN GENERAL, LIKE, JERREN WAS CLOSE TO HIM, TO THE POINT WHERE JERREN KNEW EXACTLY HOW HE WISHED TO DIE BUT EVEN THEN WE DON'T GET 100% IF THAT IS TRUE BUT THEN WE HAVE FREYJA THAT INSTEAD OF FINDING THAT HER GENERAL MIGHT BE CHARMED BY MIQUELLA, SHE DOESN'T FIND THAT TO BE APPALING NEWS AS ANSBACH DID BUT SHE LOOKS IT AS A WAY TO FURTHER PUSH WAR SOMETHING SHE INTERPRETS WAS RADAHN MERE AND ONLY GOAL. THE PROBLEM LAYS THEN IN THE FACT THAT WE NEVER KNOW EXACTLY *WHAT* RADAHN WANTS, HE JUST CAN INTERPRET AND TAKE GUESSES, BUT HE'S THE ONLY DEMIGOD BOSS THAT DOESN'T HAVE ANY LINES.

FREYJA INTERPRETATION OF RADAHN'S GOAL WAS JUST WAR FOR WAR’S SAKE, THERE'S NO FURTHER THOUGHT OR REASON JUST WAR FOR GLORY.

BUT THEN WE HAVE JERREN AND OTHER ACCOUNTS THAT SHOW THAT RADAHN DID HAVE A REASON FOR WAR, HE WAS KIND, HE TOOK AND RESPECTED PEOPLE THAT WEREN'T DEEMED ACCEPTABLE TO THE GOLDEN ORDER HE GAVE THEM RESPECT.

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

“Stop excusing Jason killing just because he died!!1!111!!1”

We don’t excuse his killings, you ignorant fool. We actively encourage it.

[faniestart]

prt 2

[quirkwizard]

Muddiness + Sloshed

New Quirk Name: Hungover

This Emitter type Quirk allows the user to send out a mental pulse in a short range around them. This pulse affects the minds of those around them, feeling like a splitting headache. This hinders the target's mental abilities, making it more difficult to focus on and remember things without a lot of effort on their part, putting them in a state of confusion. The user can be selective about who this targets. This has a mild effect even after the Quirk is in use, still hurting the target's head. This gives the user a powerful deterrent, drastically hindering their ability to act on anything. They can make foes easy targets, prevent them from remembering them, torture people with the pain they feel, hinder those with powers that rely on focus, or simply annoy people that get too close to them. Though this can be easily avoided by staying out of the user's short range or simply knocking them out. This does not outright stop the target from acting, and their belligerent state can be even more dangerous.

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

I fundamentally see the Republic, the Separatists, and Mandalore, as all ultimately living through the same story, only the exact the timing is different. They all experience genuine issues and corruption within a republic, and they all trade their freedom for a charismatic leader who promises that he can fix it all and make them great again with the use of violence

[baura-bear]

Thinking about the other day while I was caving and this one asshole kept scampering about like gollem.

[lucky-clover-gazette]

For anyone reading this, totk spoilers! I assume that since you made that post, you've already watched the cutscene I'm talking about, but I WILL be actually typing this a few lines down just in case I managed to completely misread lmao

That's the thing though, you're right, it is just actual colonization on the part of the Zonai. There's two lines in particular that stick out to me, specifically from Ganondorf. The first is when he mentioned Hyrule's "repeated offers" to join them, which implies that they weren't planning to take no for an answer. The second is "protective embrace", which implies the Gerudo were being attacked, but... on all sides except for north, the Gerudo are surrounded by a sizeable desert (sizable when compared to the rest of the map anyway) which acts as a natural barrier against invasion. If anyone was attacking, it would have to be the Rito... who were already under Hyrule's command. The second one is a bit of a stretch, admittedly, but it's very possible that there were orchestrated attacks as a kind of coersion.

Sorry for the short ramble!! All this to say that you're absolutely right that something doesn't feel quite right, and I am Very Not Happy ab the way the story handles it

that memory did sour the zonai for me, for sure. i feel like a comparison between the zonai in this game and the twili in twilight princess would be a very interesting case study on colonization in fiction. i love the game to bits and i do think there’s a lot of beauty and value in zonai culture and the characters involved, but it is disappointing that the gerudo are framed as “evil” for being resistant to colonization. even if ganondorf is just evil all the way down, and using the the zonai’s attempts at colonization as a means to gain power, that doesn’t make the colonization itself any more justified

[tilbageidanmark]

9 year old guitar prodigy Maituo (Lv Junxi) playing the blues

[shadowland]

steve marriott and marc ford could have been great friends

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

One of my on-going project snippets. Avatar!Steve

“Why is Danny’s place still frozen?” Steve demanded as soon as he saw Duke. 

“Our water-benders are trying, but there is a limit to their ability,” Duke replied. 

Steve’s clarity was being disrupted by his worry over Danny, so he snapped, “Limit? It’s ice! They’re water-benders!” 

Duke often revered to Steve with the respect gained by his rank, in both military and as Avatar, as well as the respect he was born with as a McGarrett. But in that moment, he was an older Hawaiian native who gave a strict gaze as he reminded Steve of where they lived. “You have traveled far and seen many other places. Maybe it has escaped your memory that out of all the benders that live or visit our small islands, water is arguably the one with most restrictions and rules. Only a limited few water-bending masters exist here who are experienced with colder temperatures and ice or snow manipulation.”

Steve closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself before he opened them again and apologized. “Sorry, Duke. It’s...it’s Danny, y’know?” 

“I do. And I know that there’s no one else on this island who knows those ice bending restrictions better than him. Given how much flack he got in the early months of him being here. So I understand your concern...but these ice structures were created by Danny himself. They’re fortified with the strength that will take the Hawaiian August sun hours to melt. We can’t get inside yet.”

“Yeah, well...I’m here now. Let me work.” It was nearly a threat but it most certainly was a warning. Duke called off the benders and let Steve try. 

Steve has begun his water bending training but it was with the basics. Learning to alter the water’s temperature to make it freeze or unfreeze wasn’t anywhere near the curriculum. Didn’t mean he didn’t try. Except he was too angry because he didn’t want to be worried. 

So he stopped trying to water-bend the ice away and instead unleashed his fury with his fire-bending until he saw some of the ice give way before earth-bending a stalagmite to shatter it’s way through. 

I started thinking about world building rules and them being applied to different fandom. Implementing the Avatar bending to H50, and it made me think. Being surrounded by so much water, water benders are pretty dangerous. They always have a weapon, and if they’re mastered it enough the humidity in the air, even if there isn’t an obvious body of water, they still have access to it( never mind potential gangs and criminal organization potentially having Blood Benders). 

Then I was thinking, how much of the average tourist would a)not know a fuck shit about the proper water temperature a place, it’s plant life, and animal life need to remain stable? And b)would be assholes to try and make their own waves or bigger waves or retaliate against anyone or to show off? 

Beaches in an Avatar AU would have STRICT rules in place. Lifeguards might need to be specially trained to like a military level to secure the peace, ensure the safety of native plant and animal life.

Water benders, no matter the profession or life style they lead/live, if they’re in Hawaii they are limited to just water bending. Healing, yes...but when it comes to temperature control...there are like...two official water bending MASTERS who know how to turn water into snow or ice. And it’s become a thing where it’s just been like that for so long that no one really questions it unless they’re not from there. 

I made Danny a Water-Bender and with how winters are on the east coast, and because I personally headcanon Danny to just have a more affinity to colder climates, to him ice and snow are second nature. And because he came from a big city where younger water benders as young as 7-8 year olds make their first bit of chump change by offering to snow-bend the drive ways of little old ladies or get more allowance if they wake up and defrost their parent’s car...when Danny first came to Hawaii as he followed Grace, seen as an outsider with the element that may have the most restrictions, particularly in his specialty. It was hard but Danny learned to ‘control’ himself..aka adjust his mannerism. (He’s always in control. Just...things that were normal for him are a big deal on the island, but he has never been out of control of his element. Danny is also a Blood Bender and that’s why but it’s not knowledge anyone knows and he’s terrified of anyone learning)  

Steve has seen plenty of Danny’s power, potential, and most importantly his control. It’s why Steve chose Danny to be his Water bending master instead of the native Hawaiian born they wanted to assign him. There are also a lot of deeper feelings involved, so Steve hearing that Danny elsa fortressed himself means something is very wrong! 

but on like a lighter note, when they need something from Kamekona, Danny has bribed him with water-bending him x-lbs of shaved ice. 

[2xmiu]

i've started reading my hero academia fics (NO i will not read or watch the actual source material) and i love the creative ways people take mineta out of class 1-A. maybe he fails the test the first and aizawa WAS serious about expelling, maybe he runs in fear when his classmates start killing each other and is expelled for it, maybe he says something homophobic and is expelled, maybe he just straight up DIES.

[vintagedreamsofsennett]

the one at the very back pulling the rope is Eddy (Mabel's New Hero)

Eddy with a large, white mustache (A Muddy Romance)

[codenamesailordarillium]

I'm sure it was pointed out many moons ago that the gesture of giving a character that was up until this point only portrayed by white male actors a bunch of extra previous lives where they were often a person of color rings hollow when those iterations were subjected to experimentation (which clearly included being murdered in order to further analyze their regeneration capabilities), torture, and a whole lotta gaslighting - and all while being an actual literal child. But I still have to do it bc I'm a salty lil bitch.

[dvchvnde]

EXCERPT: alpha Soap x omega Reader

The call comes at quarter to six.

This deep in the mountains, poor reception makes the air crackle with static when it blooms to life. He answers with fingers numbed from the cold outside, offering little more than a grunt of his acknowledgement.

Spotted somethin' on the edge a'town. Person.

"Person?" He echoes, tapping his finger against the worn, shiny leather of the steering wheel.

It jars him. The idea of a person being out there is strange. Tourist season is over. And now the sky glooms with an encroaching winterstorm—murky brush strokes peppering along the horizon, taken from a washed out easel of a once bountiful autumn palette now muddy and blurred with use, blanketing harsh, dense clouds over the granite skyline. He can't imagine anyone wanting to be out there right now.

"Why?"

Not sure... Local spotted 'em runnin' barefoot through the forest. Ain't dressed for the winter. Omega, too—

Johnny sucks in a sharp breath, fingers tightening around the receiver. Everything sifts through his head, catagorically organised—snow on the ground, barefoot; underdressed—but it skips, snagging over that single word:

Omega.

He scrapes his tongue over his sharpened canines. The pain is grounding for a handful of seconds. Enough time for him to weigh his options: let someone else take it over—Kyle (unmated), Simon (mated with a territorial omega but one he liked to rile up), Price (divorced, unmated)—or taking care of it himself.

A bad idea.

But they all are, really.

His rut is there. Equinoctial. On the edge, the precipice. He can feel it crawling up his spine, tarlike tentacles curling around each vertebrae, jowls gnashing at the sight of his vulnerable stem in sight. Eager to sink it's teeth in.

(him, too, eager to sink his teeth in—)

The wolf that unmakes him each axial precession—vernal, estival, autumnal, and hibernal—prowls in the prison it's kept inside, waiting. Winter is always the worst rut for him. For most alphas, really. The urge to fuck and eat and sleep is a near constant pull in their hindbrain. And without the ability to swallow down tablets to dull the ache in his teeth, and sweat out the fever by running around the forest until he could think beyond the throbbing swell at the base of his cock, it eats him alive every winter.

Drives him mad.

"ahm oan it," he slurs into the plastic voicebox, pawing urgently at the keys in the ignition. He feels hot under his collar. Sweat gathering along his hairline. Condensation blooms over the windows as his fever thrums through his veins, warring with the frigid temperatures outside. Minus ten degrees celsius, his gauge reads.

He clucks his tongue in agitation. No one, much less an omega, should be out in that sort of weather unprepared. Mated or not, whoever's looking out for your safety is going to get the brunt of apologetic, rut-fueled anger.

(Price'd be proud, he thinks, huffing through the heat in his throat—)

The dispatch officer hesitates. The line filling with static briefly as if they, too, are thinking the same thing—

An unmated alpha running after an omega. Potentially unmated as well if they're barefoot and barely dressed in this weather. It feels potentially cataclysmic. Watching the tide recede on the beach and knowing that danger is quickly approaching but being unable to do anything to prevent it.

Natural devastation.

Still. Who else is out here right now that can reach them in time?

The line crackles with their last known location as he puts the truck in drive, and navigates the winding gravel path. An address follows—the omega centre in town, he knows—and it snaps through the truck like a warning.

Be good.

And he will be.

He'll find you, bring you to the shelter before the storm hits, and then find a pretty little thing to fuck the fever out on for the next week. The centre has willing omegas he can pick from. A win-win situation.

He gets to be a hero for a few hours, and then sink his knot into something sweet.

Sit tight, little omega, he thinks, tongue pressed flat to his aching canines. Rescue is coming.