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otasune666 · 4 months

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~OPEN ROLEPLAY~

Otacon: Hi , How are you?

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sseniita · 5 months

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hero vs domesticity

(in which hero quits and villain takes them in)

“Are you sure?”

“What do you mean, am I sure?”

The villain leaned against the brick wall, twiddling his thumbs as he imagined the hero as a civilian. Her shiny, loud, and awfully tight outfit blurred his vision of her in jeans and a t-shirt. “I mean,” he shrugged, “What’ll you do?”

The hero, hands on her hips and oddly calm about quitting heroism, considered this.

“I don’t know. I’ll probably start off quietly, adjust. Then I’ll get a job to pay for a house. Maybe get a dog.”

“Do you have any savings?” asked the Villain, lifting himself from the wall to get a better look at the hero. “A place to stay? A job set up?”

Hero scoffed, “It can’t be that hard!”

The villain laughed at this. She had no idea. The villain supposed that the hero would never quit, perhaps one day they’ll just lose popularity like the rest before her did. He never considered what happened to other heroes either. “It definitely is. Perhaps even harder.”

The villain pitied the hero when her spirits were crushed. Her shoulders drooped and the world famous grin was quickly replaced by an exaggerated pout. Something in him knew this was her way of asking- no- fishing for help or any sort of comfort. They had gotten closer over the many years fighting each other and many times were each other's only shoulder to lean (albeit awkwardly) on. But never in a million years did the villain ever think they’d be the first to know if the hero quit. After a few doe-eyed side glances at the villain he finally caved, sighing dejectedly, cursing her honey brown eyes.

“Would you like to stay in my guestroom-”

“Oh really?” she practically sang.

“-until you get on your feet?”

“Yes, yes! Oh, you’re a lifesaver!”

“I’m literally not.”

The trip to get the hero's few belongings was quick, the trip to the drugstore for basic necessities took longer. The villain insisted on replacing her Hero Corporation issued… everything, opting to get the hero new toiletries, towels, blankets, pillows and quick bite to eat before heading back to villain’s place. During the car ride, the hero had asked many questions about how to get into a normal life, many of which were almost impossible for the villain to answer, dealing much damage to his ego.

“Well- normal people don’t usually have to ask how to be normal. Most normal people don’t have to pretend to be normal. In fact- that might be an indicator that they’re not normal.” The villain relied on confusing others on the very odd occasion he didn’t know the answer.

“Oh. ok. I get it.” The hero said unconfidently. “How do you start not pretending to be normal then?”

“Great question…” The hero waited for an answer while staring intently. “Do you have any hobbies…?” he said, rather timidly.

“Hobbies? Um, well. I like to work out!”

“Doesn’t count. Something unrelated to heroism.”

“How do you know I don’t do it for fun?”

“Mhm. Sure.” The villain muttered, turning into a street with pleasantly colored row houses adorned with Christmas lights. The hero could see downtown was still very close but the adorable homes were nestled between trees and lined a thin road making it feel safe, cozy and like a home. Because it was dark, the hero could see into the large windows of the houses illuminated by yellow lighted lamps, enclosed in picket fences. Happy families getting dinner ready, some relaxing watching tv, others were out walking dogs with warm drinks in hands, they all had one thing in common, and it was the one thing that made the hero quit.

The villain turned into the stone paved driveway of an old and blue three story house. His christmas lights weren’t hung up yet and his path to the front door was unshoveled, he turned to hero and sarcastically uttered, “Not the castle you were hoping for?”

The hero could only grin. “It’s adorable.” Before the hero fell into the knee deep snow, the villain offered to shovel a path. The hero watched gleefully from inside the warm car until finally the passenger door was opened. “Done. Now let’s get in- it’s freezing out here.”

The interior of the house was even more pleasantly decorated. The Hero didn’t know the exact name of the style but it involved gold accents, warm lights, wallpaper, and dark hardwood floors. The couches were fluffy with pillows coordinated in colors of beige and sage, the fireplace had dark bricks that were seemingly very old and very much the original ones. Art pieces and plants littered the walls and floors respectively and the warm colors from the walls spread like the fire the villain had just started. The hero followed the villain like a duckling to the third floor, passing the villain's room, office and second bathroom as he hurried around making preparations for the hero's stay.

“This is your room, it has its own bathroom and fireplace so obviously, feel free to use those. I only have one tv on the first floor, I don’t really use it, so again, feel free.” The hero never had their own room or bathroom. Always sharing with teammates in rather ugly, white walled boxes, half full with the squeaky metal bunkbeds. This room was more than an upgrade. A comfy bed hero couldn't wait to get into, a nice view of the sparkling lights of the skyscrapers in the near distance, classy decor and two lamps on two nightstands on either side of the bed. The carpet was fuzzy and bathroom was clean and hero was in heaven.

The villain could only stare in amazement of how well she fit in the house. Resembling a character in one of his many framed pieces. He cursed whoever made her be born with superpowers instead of two loving parents. To snap the hero out of it he pointed towards a door across the hallway from the hero's room.

“Library. It's small but it’s got a few good ones. Maybe you can make that your new hobby.” He opened the door, letting the hero in to explore the floor to ceiling bookshelves. There was an armchair in the corner with a end table harboring a few old and dirty mugs. The villain seemed to try to cover it with his body so the hero pretended she didn’t notice.

The villain’s home was everything she thought it wasn’t. Cozy, homey, safe and definitely not hiding a super evil lair. She quickly realized she hit the jackpot of situations in which to start a new life. Although she had tried to stay calm, her body hadn’t stopped shaking since she decided to quit this morning. It all happened so fast and when she made the decision it was clearest she had ever seen. She knew repercussions would arise later, but luckily the villain was here now. Just like he always had been. She could feel herself turning red at the final realization that she would be roommates with her very handsome and evil nemesis.

“You good?” the hero stumbled, not noticing the villain's stare.

“Ya! Ya… I just…” she faltered, fidgeting with her sweater. One that the villain thought looked far better than the spandex suit she wore constantly, of course, it did have the Hero Corporation logo but the villain just kept it in mind to buy the hero new clothes.

“I really don’t want to mess this up.” she admitted. The villain tilted his head, teasingly. A familiar mischievous smile reappeared on his face.

"For starters, you can get a hobby. A very 'totally normal person' thing to have.” He randomly picked a book from his collection and handed it over to the hero, before quickly regretting it when he realized it was a copy of a particularly incriminating book on advanced security systems. Before the hero could lecture him, he yanked it away back to its place.

“How about cooking?”

part 2

#do u guys prefer nb pronouns??#with or without names #pls respond #anyways im making a part two hehe #writing #hero x villain #original fiction #k love u byeeeee #criticism welcome #villain x hero

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daemon-in-my-head · 18 days

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As I was just shopping I was reminded of the greatest nanny that is Sceleritas Fell. And the shit he said about 'doing the dishes'. For those that don't know, he just fucking smashes the dishes and scatters them around.

But this sparked another question, to which there are three answers I can come up with; how the fuck did Durge and Scel handle the dishes?

Do they just buy new ones everytime they run out? Singlehandedly securing the pottery business in the Gate?

Do they just don't bother with dishes anymore? Eating that dwarf leg like it's a drumstick?

How does Durge eat soup or smth? Do they just don't or do they have one kettle Scel just can't smash? Default Durge is a Dragonborn with icebreath, do they just deep freeze all their food? Soupcicle? The stew is (a) stewcicle?

Honestly atp I would do anything for an interview with my boy Sceleritas. Even my life. Which is probably the price I'd need to pay anyway. Huge fan btw keep up the wretched work.

#sceleritas if you're seeing this i have questions #a lot of them #pls respond #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 durge #durge #dark urge #durge spoilers #sceleritas fel #if you get the reference ily btw #mentally unwell about it

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passer-fringillidae · 5 months

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My sister and I were discussing Muppets Moby Dick

So far we have decided Ahan would be the human cast member. Kermit would be Ishmael and Miss Piggy would be Quequeg.

But I'll open it up to the class.

Our most important question so far is

Who plays the whale?

#moby dick #literature side of tumblr #the muppets #english majors #pls respond #literature

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im56bithc · 4 months

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how did mr forkle expect to start up sophie’s abilities when she was orgininally supposed to come to the lost cities when she was like 18-25. isn’t the cutoff age 15 or something

#pls respond #idk i’m usually wrong #sophie foster #keeper of the lost cities #mr forkle #kotlc theories #kotlc thoughts #kotlc fandom

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dandy-lions-null · 5 months

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I think I've peaked. This is it.

#prince of egypt #the prince of egypt #moses #fan art #ring doorbell #pls respond

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celiciaa · 19 days

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hiii

#rambles ♡#pls respond #i miss u all ; __ ;

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wavy-arms · 1 year

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I showed you my skulls pls respond

#predator #yautja #meme #pls respond #avp #alien vs predator #why would you leave him on read like that #he showed you his skulls #greyback #elder #prey

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rapha3liii · 2 years

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Curious question for you fellow sun/moon/daycare attendant lovers:

Do you think that Sun is fine with fellow adult workers or passive aggresively hates them lol. Ive seen a few takes. Personally I think Sun loves kids - but not so much for pizzaplex workers.

Idk, I just feel like hes not a fan of adults (I mean he was literally programmed to be the perfect friend for kids). I always think its a little jarring when a fic is like “omg hi new friend!!!!” about Sun because I can totally see him being like “HELLO why are you in MY daycare??” to a worker with the hugest most sickly smile on his face and a not-so-subtle eye twitch dkssls

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johnlennonofficial · 1 year

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you get on the bus. it’s 8am, prime-commuting hour.

the bus is completely full.

except for one seat.

u make eye contact with the person sitting next to the empty seat.

he looks at u like this:

#george harrison #george #the beatles #pls respond #poll

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dominophile · 3 months

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Hey not sure if anyone will answer, but if I were to post a snippet of writing that's mine and a friend's Trolls ocs in an apocalypse au, would we be cool with that?

I think it showcases my writing ability so you guys can see what I do beyond silly headcanons, and I'll add the proper trigger warnings, but is the oc content ok? Some people don't love that so I thought I'd ask.

I would love to show off my writing style and this is an example from today!