#In-Between Game Actions

[ruporas]

trigunned the hades or hadesed the trigun (id in alt)

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[onedogbark]

i massively enjoyed my time with rise/sunbreak and I’ll no doubt keep playing it, but i finally jumped into world and im not trying to be too corny but i am genuinely overwhelmed by how beautiful it all is.

[strawberrus0da]

I was thinking abt snowgrave since most people imagine the soul in deltarune being incredibly cold or gleefully murderous abt it but most ppl would probably feel more guilty about it than anything which kinda makes it more fucked up from a narrative standpoint

Like imagine Kris being possessed, and the thing possessing them does progressively more fucked up things in chapter 2 and imagine them knowing what the player was thinking during that. Kris hears the soul repeatedly apologize as they have Noelle freeze everyone and constantly select proceed, they feel the progressive horror that the soul has towards the route and everything they’re doing to Noelle and think “Why the hell are you doing it then.”

Kris sees Noelle kill Berdly and the soul goes “holy shit that’s fucked up” and they’re like you literally made her do it what the fuck

There’s so many more messed up implications about a thing possessing your body and manipulating your friend into killing everyone (including her friend) and realizing it’s not doing it with glee or detachment but guilt and horror and morbid fascination.

[dykedvonte]

Daisuke to me represents the type of person who you have to bottle up your pain around because they are ill equipped to handle it. He would realistically not know what to do realizing that among the people he idolizes one is this horrendous monster, especially since he is so optimistic to a hazardous level to himself.

This makes his relationship with Anya so upsetting because as much as he could confide in her she could never confide in him. That very conscious fact/choice on her part is a constant reminder of her suffering along with the hopeless inability to do anything herself about it that ruins her mental state more.

[holycafe]

Rules: without naming them, post a gif of ten of your favorite films, then tag ten people to do the same

Thanks for the tag @nixie-deangel

the fact that only one of these films isn't over 20 years old probably says a lot about me

Tagging @freshhideoutmusic @sinnabonka @hawkstincan @bemybabymp3 @simpledontmeanpeachy @thatsnotmygunflash @lucymaiisawesome-blog @luna-shimizu and anyone else who wants to do it and hasn't yet

[xmrnothingx]

Melissa Bergman/MB/Mother Brain and Samus Aran from Metroid

Alternate ending to Metroid Other M where Melissa Bergman (MB) drops all pretense of appearing human to duke it out with Samus and revive the Space Pirates

[ndostairlyrium]

I think I'm less disappointed with the finale than others because I was there for the me3 finale debacle lol

The bad part is that me3 finale made sense. It was just um, straight up one of the worst ideas they could ever think of, but it made- sigh.

Here you have like, the perfect build up, the stakes are me2 level of "if I fucked up during the pt my friends are gonna pay the price", and closure with your companions. However it's contradictory asf, it forces you to break immersion and, in the wrongest moment for a rational thought makes you say "wait, why are we back to step 1? what about the bli- aw the lost elf theme ;; hold on, why aren't you bringing up the things that has been repeated nonstop via super long expositions throughout the game?? MR. MORRIS COME BACK, CONFUSE ME AGAIN"

It's gorgeous, but it doesn't make sense, and then it does, and then it doesn't again. I am confusion

Back in my days (lmaooo) we got an apology and a 2gb free dlc called "extended cut" that was like this meme

but it did patch only a few things. The finale stayed there. Immutable

and we only had to presume what went wrong during development, but then we all saw the artbook and agreed that maybe there were interferences from above and that the real treasure was the friends we made along the way and that would die horribly if you had 50% or less of reactivity that you could raise only by playing the multiplayer and those who were playing the game on a console had to spend money to gain access to it

Yeah, I don't think they're good at finales. "But at least"

[1mm4d13]

There should be a Doom TV show and this is my idea for it.

Doom 1, Doom 2, and Doom 64 would be faithfully remade in a 3 season, fairly short MA 15+ series with a very heavy focus on well-choreographed action, detailing the Doomguy’s three act journey through the Phobos and Deimos UAC facilities and fighting through Hell in S1, his mission to save the Earth from Hell in S2, and his eventual acceptance of a life in Hell in S3.

The early portrayal of Doomguy would be based on the Doom comic, with the first episode of S1 leaning all the way into the over-the-top 90s action hero shenanigans that you might see Arnold Schwarzenegger playing a part in. Meanwhile, every other episode would progressively get more personal and increasingly horrific, culminating, of course, in the Doomguy kneeling over the head of his pet bunny amongst what’s left of his home town.

More in S2 and the most in S3, I’d want the show to focus on visual storytelling. The Doomguy refusing his helmet, speaking more, and being more careful and tactical with his fighting style would reflect him being closer to humanity than the demons, which only growl and scream and fight with brutal conviction.

The less the Doomguy talks, the more he wears his helmet, and the more brutal his tactics become, the more the Doomguy pulls away from his humanity and towards the demons, his lust for their destruction mirroring their own, culminating in S3’s ending, where the Doomguy would refuse the portal out of hell, deciding that the demonic realm is the only place he belongs.

Either Alan Ritchson or John Cena would be the choices to play the Doomguy, I’d pick John Cena due to his physical appearance and his role as the Peacemaker.

[scalproie]

"t6 ruined Jin by making him evil and do evil things"

So you agree? So you aknowledged that Jin was treated unfairly by the narrative and are willing to suspend your disbelief for a second so they can redeem his character thru a compelling character arc where he regrets his actions while also realizing that he shouldnt die to fix them and also that he shouldnt die for what he is?

"no he started ww3 everyone forgiving him is bullshit he should die alone and hated"

[vendettapandav]

“Curly deserved better” “curly deserved so much more” “curly didn’t deserve what happened to him”

No no no no that’s the POINT. Curly is just as bad as Jimmy. He let so many of the giant red flags that tumbled out of Jimmy’s mouth slide. He was told multiple times about the abuse Jimmy was inflicting on Anya. He ignored Anya even when she pushed so far as to hide the gun on the ship bc she genuinely feared what Jimmy would do to her. Curly heard it all- saw it all- and he chose to do nothing. He had every opportunity to intervene before the crash but he didn’t. He chose not to. He blathered on and on about responsibility, about his willingness to do anything for his crew, but when they needed him most he did nothing. He just stood there and watched and let it happen.

And now he can’t do anything. He has lost the ability to make that choice. He physically can’t intervene now. His chance to change things and take responsibility has passed him by. Now, he has to just sit there and watch how the mask formed from all those red flags he so willfully ignored peels away and reveals the monster that was always there beside him. Now, he has to just sit there and watch as one by one, Jimmy manipulates and drives each and every one of the people that he swore up and down he would protect to the very edge, and kills them. Now, he just has to sit there and watch as Jimmy justifies each of his actions by blaming everyone else for the situation he put them in- the situation that Curly allowed him to put them in. He has to sit there and watch as Jimmy does everything in his power to create a palatable, sanitized narrative of what happened all so he can cover up what he was doing.

And Curly chose to stand there passively and allowed all of it until he physically didn’t have a choice anymore.

And in the end, Curly is the only one left to tell the story. The story of how it was all his responsibility, how he was supposed to do anything for his crew. And now, it’s all his fault because he couldn’t do just one thing. He has to live with that fact for the rest of his life. He has to live with the fact that his willful ignorance, his choice not to act, cost four people their lives. He will live with those physical and mental scars forever. But even worse, he has to live knowing that that’s the truth. And that in some cruel, twisted way, Jimmy was right.

The truth doesn’t really get rid of that awful taste in your mouth though, does it?

[atwhughesversion]

the full oilers lineup against a team w like 4.5 actual nhl players…my poor boys

[chaotic-toby]

I love how the Mouthwashing fandom just refuses to say Jimabalaya's name bc me and my family refuse to say my ex step father's name. Instead of saying his name, we say "He who should not be named."

His name also starts with a J too, and he looks like Jimabalaya, AND he also did the same thing he did

[oldmanyaoi-jpeg]

i haven't played this game, don't plan to, and am not part of the fandom, but from the secondhand fandom poisoning i'm getting it just seems like everyone is doing this i guess

[dykedvonte]

I hate the stretch lines in the front of Curly's uniform because that means the devs rushed to make a model in like a month or so and thought "They gotta at least know he has huge knockers, gotta know he's got back pain." Cause like what is the thematic importance of his tits having overhang?

What responsibility is that representing? Breast reduction? It shows an inherent greed in his character due to the excess and heshouldletmeholdone and that he clearly is blinded cause if he tries to look down his damn ladder all he's seeing is his own cleavage.

[herearedragons]

might be the first time I had a dream about a videogame and woke up genuinely disappointed it doesn't exist