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viostormcaller · 5 years ago

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Thinking about it, it kinda sucks just how little new horizons has.

Like... I love the game to pieces and maybe this is just bc im in a shitty mood (which i am) but like... god this is gonna be long and ranty and I'm sorry in advance that mobile tumblr doesnt have the read more feature

For starters, holidays are all scheduled on the company's terms, meaning in 7+ years or so there will be no more in-game holidays because by then they'll probably be thinking about/getting ready to release the next installment of the series on whatever console is out at the time and they won't want to update new horizons anymore. And adding onto this, you need the internet to download the updates. What happens to the players who don't have internet?? Can they just never experience the holidays like bunny day and toy day and turkey day? That takes a HUGE part of the fun of the series out right off the bat. Sometimes making everything rely on the internet is a bad idea. Idk if anyone can like tell me if having no internet means you can't take part in the holidays, but like... god if that's true thats really sad.

They recently took out the hybrid flower and big fish islands, which makes no sense whatsoever why they would do that to a game that has so little, but ok?? It's not like that feature was hindering the gameplay any

There's a lot of furniture but Not a Lot of Furniture, you get me? They took out EVERY set except the classic set (renamed "antique") that you can buy for an insanely high price, and the log and wooden block sets that you can craft, but other that that it's all unrelated items that aren't part of any set, aside from the cute set and diner and throwback sets which as far as I can remember are the only other sets you can buy in the game. No alpine, no ranch, no minimalist, no princess or gracie, no modern or sleek, none of that. And 90% of all the buy-only furniture in the game is just the color variants. You can't even customize them! And it's hard as fuck to find the color variants you want, much less for completing a furniture set

And speaking of which, your starting villagers don't get their default house interiors. Your first three + your two starters from the tutorial days have the same generic layouts. You NEVER see what their houses are supposed to look like, and even if you give them the wallpaper and flooring they're supposed to have (if you figure that out online somewhere), their house doesn't change (I tested this with Sherb and was kinda disappointed).

And stuff is so EXPENSIVE. I know it adds a challenge but my final loan was NEVER 1 mil+ bells in New Leaf. And you can't even expand the extra first floor rooms you get. I'm literally getting less for WAY more. The biggest rooms you get are the basement and upstairs rooms. The first floor rooms aside from the main room really don't have a lot of space and with the different furniture they DO offer, I don't have a lot of room to put things in. But it's not like I can even afford it anyway -- just a freaking air conditioner was 63,000 bells. In New Leaf it was 2500. That's a MASSIVE jump. And the kitchen items are so freaking expensive, as well.

And speaking of houses, for someone who was literally in the real estate industry in the last game, tom nook adds very few house exterior options. And the even more shitty thing is that a lot of the colors straight up don't match. They couldn't even add a plain white roof.

God and the fucking DIY recipes. I know I've said this before on my other tumblr but the RNG for this game is the worst I've ever fucking seen. There is no reason why, two months into the game, I can be given a recipe for a simple DIY bench, which EVERYONE LEARNS IN THE TUTORIAL. Who the fuck am I giving it to?! No one, because literally every player knows it already, and you can't gift diy recipes to villagers! And I keep getting repeats of recipes. My villagers give me fruit DIYs all the time, it's so rare for me to get any new ones. And two days in a row I've gotten the recipe for the deer head mount thing from the same villager. New recipes should 100% take the priority before repeats. This game is slow paced, sure, but that's just frustrating. It doesn't make me excited to learn more recipes, it makes me feel like I'm never gonna learn any new ones because I'll get the same fruit DIYs for a week straight.

And speaking of which, you can't put trees, bushes, or flowers in your storage, which to me makes literally no sense. I can fit a giant ass fountain in my storage but I can't put a flower plant? Really? And speaking of storage, for a game that added 300 whole slots for mail instead of the usual 10, I will never understand why they decided to halve the amount of items a player can order a day from the nook shopping, AND make it so that it takes a whole day to get there instead of making deliveries at 9 am and 5 pm like in New Leaf.

And the fact that they made it so hard to get non native fruit and flowers and shit??? Like they at LEAST added Lief so flowers aren't as much of an issue anymore, but you actually have to travel to other people's islands just to get all the fruits?? I know you have to do the same thing in New Leaf but the reason why this is an issue for me is because you have to pay for online access, meaning most of those nook miles for planting all the fruits are locked behind a paywall unless your villagers can gift them to you. And your mom, when you first start the game, has a chance of giving you the one fruit that's on the non-native fruit mystery island, meaning you'll only get ONE new fruit and not two separate ones (for example, my sis got pears from mom but her non native fruit islands have cherries i believe. I got pears from mom and my fruit islands also have pears. Doesnt help that that's the one fruit i hate lmao). They also took OUT a bunch of fruits, like mangoes, durians, lemons, bananas, lychees, persimmons...

And the fact that your nook miles rewards are ISLAND LOCKED. That is the WORST SHIT. Not everyone has the ability to play with others, bc no internet or no money for the subscription every month. Not everyone WANTS to play with others bc maybe they get social anxiety (like me, which is why i havent asked for things that are impossible for me to get even though i want them for my island or house), or maybe they simply just don't want to. But the fact that each island has their own color variants of the same goddamn rewards that CANNOT BE CHANGED makes me so upset. I do not want nor should I have to rely on others to get the items I want because my game doesn't have my preferred color variations. And it's not like I'm far enough in the game to have anything worth trading for said items, nor do I have the bells.

And Isabelle does next to fucking nothing and I'm really irked about how they made her character in this game. Yeah she's cute, but that's ALL she is. She became more ditzy than anything else. She doesn't let you know about visitors in the town or the plaza or if a bridge or incline was built bc of a completed donation goal. Like really useful info to know would be if Flick or CJ is in town or who is selling stuff in the plaza. Flavor text is nice but if that's all you say 24/7 it loses its charm. In New Leaf she was helpful and hardworking and super focused and on top of things. Idk why they changed that aspect of her. I know her role in New Horizons isn't as big as it was in New Leaf, but still.

And then there's glitches that STILL haven't been patched (as far as I know anyway), like the game-breaking villager corruption glitch (which you'd think nintendo would have made a priority but they're too busy removing other features it seems) or the house exterior glitch.

And it's bad enough that your game saves to your fucking system a la Fantasy Life. But even WORSE, no one can have separate islands on one console. It's not enough to own two copies of New Horizons. Each player has to own one copy of the game and a whole new Switch just so they can play on their own islands. Parents can't usually afford that (aka $360 for each kid give or take) so for a game marketed towards kids, I don't know why they thought that was a smart move (well, I DO know, and that's because money, but still). And to top it all off, cloud saves are not supported normally. If you lose your game or your switch and aren't subscribed to nintendo online, well, it looks like all your progress is gone! And there's nothing you can do about it. And they directly claimed that they did this just so people can't manipulate the game because it's supposed to be played in real time. But people can still fucking time travel by setting the system's clock! They achieved nothing except to make the players frustrated!!! If you make a game you need to accept that the player is going to play how THEY want to. You shouldn't try to make everyone conform to the way YOU want them to play. That just makes you a controlling asshole and the game loses a lot of its fun.

This game was 60 bucks and they took so long to make it and we ended up with less than we got in New Leaf. The main thing they gave us was a shit ton more clothing items (which I really like). Like I said, I love this game to pieces and it's actually one of my favorite games right now. There's so much I love about it -- I certainly don't hate it or anything. But this game has SO MANY flaws, a lot of which are needless. And I think the kid in me just misses the days where you can pay for a game and get the whole game right away. No updates in tiny batches, no content locked behind paywalls, no day one patches, no reliance on internet connection and multiplayer... mainstream companies have all gone really downhill with that shit and it just disappoints me to no end. But because Nintendo is kid-oriented, I think that's where it hurts the most. It was supposed to be accessible, family friendly fun like back during the days of the Wii and the DS. But companies get so wrapped up in competing with each other and trying to make the most money that they forget about all that. I dunno. It just sucks.

If you read all this, god damn I'm surprised XD I got super ranty and I apologize. But I'm in a sad mood and I after learning about features they've taken out I just had to get all this off my chest. It's been weighing on me since the game released, especially since for months prior this game was all I could think about and I was really looking forward to it. It just let me down in a lot of ways, I guess.

#long post #rant #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #vio stormcaller

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sachiwrites · 5 years ago

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do i like bread?? on god gonna bake some brioche tomorrow watch me! anyways 👀 who are your fav HQ bois to write for? (if Atsumu happens to be one of them hello yes I’d like a 17. Kiss to hide from the bad guys please)

ahhhh, that sounds so good. raisins bread, melon bread, banana bread. i love all the breads. hope your brioche turned out great!

sakusa was really the first one i really get into but im always a sucker for the underappreciated bbs so send any and ill shoot my shot.

it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you in the slightest. your former high school classmate seemed to have an irksome personality that managed to rub anyone the wrong way. in school, he’d been more respected as essential player on the team and by the time people noticed it was an issue, he was already a third year and ready for graduation. now as a university student, the totem rankings have reset and not particularly always in atsumu’s favor.

the fact that you’d even been accepted into the same school felt more like a curse than a blessing. stacking on the unfortunate luck of hanging in the same circle of friends. in a way you supposed it had its benefits. like having front row seats to the blonde setter finally getting what’s coming for him.

you’d noticed him lingering near one girl all night. friendly proximity lessening by the hour as more alcohol were introduced into the situation. honestly you couldn’t blame the girl, the giggly flush so familiar that it caused an ache in a part of your body that you chose willingly to ignore. despite his ugly personality, there was no denying that atsumu was an attractive guy.

it was a shame that his pretty face was about to get a very aggressive makeover.

the crowds almost parted willingly as star of the men’s basketball-team, and conviently the boyfriend of the said girl trapped under atsumu’s spell. from under the rim of your cup, you couldn’t help but smile because finally, just maybe atsumu would get some sense knocked in him.

but there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, even noticeable from a cross the room as he seemed to come to terms with his impending doom. it didn’t, however, seem to deter him from brushing a kiss over the back of the girl’s hand before he managed to disappear into the crowds. a disappointed sigh escaped your lips as the fuming male made it to the scene only a moment too late, his frustration now directed towards his girlfriend. not the kind of drama you were interested in, you decided as you backed towards the kitchen for a refill.

this would be the last one, you promised yourself. most of your invited friends had decided to call the night quits a little over an hour ago. you weren’t sure what urged you to linger a bit longer. you had no intention on bringing anyone home but a good night out seemed too infrequent to waste.

twisting your wrist, the clink of ice against the side of the cup served as a brief distraction from your thoughts.

-and subquentally you from the figure approaching your from behind.

“ah, so alone? that’s no way to party.”

suddenly you mood all but soured, your fresh drink already feeling stale in your hands as you rose your gaze to meet atsumu’s. his grin was as wide as ever, no less winded by his unexpected escape. which didn’t feel like much of one at all given how close he still was to the scene of the crime.

against your will, you eyes flicked back to the corner once occupied by himself in the girl, finding not even the so called boyfriend present. maybe they’d called it a night?

“so rude. i figured it was just class that you wanted to ignore me in. now my feelings are hurt.”

rolling your eyes, you set your drink down and turned to fully face the pouting man. “hardly, i was just planning on leaving actually. it’s late.”

you were outnumbered and one cup was already too much alcohol in your system to be hanging out with miya atsumu alone. while your stance wasn’t swayed, you couldn’t say the same for your resolve if he continued to stand so close. subconsciously, you already counted seven times that your gaze had dropped to his lips. even three years later, apparently past crushes still made them look so inviting.

whether he picked up on your obvious dilemma or innately just that confident in his own ability, his usual smile adopted a new curl that didn’t sit quite right with you. the said smile, however, had a short lifespan as his attention flickered behind you and dropped all together. instinct taught you that if someone like atsumu was tense in a situation that you likely should have fled a long time ago.

the ideology only becoming immedialty more true as the said man quickly encroach on your space with an unreadable expression. you’re thankful for your forethought to set down your drink prior, freeing up your hands to push against his chest before it could meet your own.

“w-what are you doing? back off miya.” without his brother around, you could comfortably use his surename without sounding too familiar.

there was a clench in his jaw as attention remained behind you instead, almost as if he’d planned to step over you the whole time and you’d just been in the way. had he not initially greeted you, it would have felt too much like your high school experiences. but you were older now, aged out of a futile crush.

strengthening your voice, you gave him a firm shove that didn’t nothing whatsoever in your favor. “im serious, back off.” touching him served to be your second mistake of the night as his fingers curled around your offered wrist and pulled it behind his head.

grasping wildly, your managed to snag the short of his hair in retaliation. the hiss he gave in return was well earned. “what the hell are you doing?” quickly losing patience, you slapped at his chest with your free hand. “atsumu! if you don’t-“

you hadn’t been a wallflower in your coming of age, but you hadn’t particularly stood out among your peers. your close group of friends being all you needed to survive three years of high school. they were enough, allowing you to gain all the social skills needed for any situation in life. or so you thought.

nothing prepared you for sudden pressure of lips against yours. miya atsumu was relentless as he licked firmly into your mouth, opening you up for his onslaught of experienced tongue. the sudden shift tilted your world upside down, giving him more than enough pliancy to mold your mouth how he wanted. too bad it made more for a hostage situation with your comically wide eyes. you could easily see the confusion reflected in atsumu’s as he grimaced.

yet rather than be deterred, he only closed his eyes to you completely and pulled you closer. you would blame how easily you kissed him back on the alcohol later as you went slack in his hold. he’s kissing you like he’d been doing so for months, like his lips belonged slanted against your own. it was almost too overwhelming to keep up with. yet feeling so right as you slowly matched his rhythm.

then reality bled into the fantasy.

you weren’t sure how long the figures at your back had been standing there, the harsh words jarring your consciousness as if they’d just appeared out of thin air. rather than letting you investigate, atsumu kept you close, unrelenting as his swept you into another series of kisses.

“you sure that’s him?”

“i think id know that asshole that was all up on my girlfriend, asshole.”

“ just saying, man, looks like he’s got one of his own.”

“forget it. let’s go.”

it’s not the voice that’s familiar, rather the context as a particular scene become too vivid all too quickly. the disruption drawing you away from the kiss with more strength than you’d had at the beginning. that had been the basketball player (i.e the boyfriend of the girl atsumu had just had charmed in the corner of the room. you’d just been used, as a distraction to avoid conflict. suddenly the kiss tastes more bitter than sweet.

an overwhelming wave of conflicting emotions was enough to dam your tears as you rounded on the newly relaxed male. however, the easy going expression sharpens in time to catch your errant palm. miya atsumu looks down at you with all the arrogance of a man that had yet to learn his lesson. and you weren’t sure if you were qualified to teach it. the choice taken from you as he restricted the control of your hand by intertwining his fingers.

dark eyes, viscous like honey, peered over your joined hands pressed against his lips.

“so girlfriend, why don’t i walk you home now? this party is getting a bit old.”

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #queued bread is not stale

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gimmesumsuga · 6 years ago

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Sweeter than Sweet (60)

Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: Degradation, m x m touching, fingering, anal play, mild dom/sub undertones, multiple orgasms, double penetration, anal sex, messy blood drinking/sharing, daddy kink (not necessarily all in that order lol)

Word count: 6.6K

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It’s too much; too much, and yet not nearly enough.

Your hips move restlessly under the ministrations of both men, chasing after their fingers each time they withdraw, pushing them deeper - harder - into each of your greedy orifices. Pelvic floor clenching, your velvety walls squeeze both Jimin’s and Yoongi’s fingers in turn like you’re trying to drag them further in, and you hear Jimin chuckle lowly at your wanton behaviour.

“How does that feel, kitten?” he asks, the hand that had been resting in the dip of your back now sliding upwards to fix in the tresses of your hair, teasing through it. You mewl into the sheets that you’re clinging onto in response, no longer capable for forming coherent words. “Are you ready for more?” You force yourself to lift your head, nodding, lips parted with silent pleasure, and as soon Jimin witnesses your feeble attempt at conveying consent you feel another finger probing at your hole.

One becomes two, a broken cry of pleasure-pain pouring out of you as Yoongi pushes it inside, knuckles deep. There’s a deep burn as he drags them back and forth, a searing heat that flashes through your pelvis every time he scissors them open to make room, but every time you think it’s too much or start to doubt your ability to tolerate such an insistent, unrelenting assault, Jimin merciful touch is right there to soothe the pain; the pressing of his fingertips to the most sensitive part of your anatomy distracting almost entirely from any discomfort that you might feel, and the curling of his digits inside of you inciting far more moans of pleasure than any of pain.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Yoongi’s husky voice declares from where he remains knelt behind you. He withdraws both his fingers to almost the tip and then plunges them back inside to make you keen, pressing your face into the mattress. “Relax a little, gongjunim. ”

“That’s easy for you to sa-ay,” you grit back as you body struggles to come to terms with the conflicting sensations from either side of your perineum. It’s not as if you and Jimin have never dabbled anally - you’ve most definitely put Taehyung’s anal beads to good use since commandeering them - but nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of Yoongi’s fingers moving inside of you there; probing, curling, stretching.

There’s a look that’s exchanged between the two boys when you stutter out another groan a moment later, and though you may not be able to see the meaning behind it you certainly feel their intentions as Yoongi’s tongue presses to the tight bud that sits swollen below Jimin’s fingers. As you arch your back, your fingers dragging through the bedsheets, you start to wonder if they mean to kill you with kindness, so sweet a torture is it to be assaulted by all three sensations at once.

Yoongi proves to be a skilled multi-tasker. Even as he laps at the juices that flow from your core out onto Jimin’s fingers and onto his tongue, his fingers never cease their motion back and forth. He teases you open millimetre by millimetre as Jimin watches on, matching the pace of his fingers to Yoongi’s slimmer ones as they thrust inside.

“Oh god,” you gasp as a third digit starts to wriggle inside alongside the others, pelvic muscles contracting at the further intrusion.

“Full?” Jimin enquires from behind you, voice thick with lust. You nod into the mattress, pushing back against their varying appendages as your body finally starts to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. There’s no pain now, only pleasure, and you want more. Jimin chuckles lowly at your silent reply, his free hand coming down to press on the small of your back, forcing it to bend and push your ass further up into the air as his hand picks up speed. He’s so rough that the motion of his curled fingers slipping out of you keeps tugging you backwards to make the back of your thigh slap against his leg again and again, pulling you onto Yoongi’s eager mouth. “How full do you think it’ll feel when you’re taking both our cocks, hm?”

Yoongi’s fervent licks against your clitoris turn into deep-throated growl of excitement against your sex on hearing that. He grabs a hold of your thigh with his one remaining hand, short fingernails scraping your flesh as his teeth do the same, a strangled sound pouring out of you as hot white pleasure shoots up your spine, nearing your limit.

“Do you think you can, kitten?” Jimin continues, wetting his lips as your velvet walls contract around his fingers. He can feel Yoongi’s ministrations too, every push and pull, and it’s driving him so far to distraction that it’s becoming difficult not to rush. “Are you sure it’s what you want?” Yoongi’s sucking on your clit now, flicking the tip of his tongue against it, and you can feel yourself nearing the precipice, ready to fall head first into the ecstasy that awaits you.

“Please, p-please,” you ramble into the blanket, muscles coiled tighter than a spring, shoulders bunched, fingers clenching. “Please, Jimin-daddy-oh -please!” You feel no shame whatsoever in begging; for release, for them to take you and claim you, fill you so full that you might never feel complete again after they’re through with you.

“That’s it kitten,” Jimin coos, hand slipping from the small of your back to cup your ass, pulling the cheek to the side to better watch your hole contract around Yoongi’s pale fingers when you cum. “Cum for daddy.” Yoongi hums his agreement around your spit-slick nub, and that’s all it takes to finally send you spiralling into oblivion.

You’re a trembling, writhing mess as pleasure rips through you, crying out your release into the bedding as your orgasm spills out onto Jimin’s fingers, all over Yoongi’s nose and lips and chin, and as it starts to subside your breaths are shuddering on your exhales, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes.

It stings as Yoongi’s fingers withdraw, an involuntary hiss leaving you at the feeling. You feel utterly boneless now, so very relaxed as you ride the remaining endorphin high of your orgasm; so much so that your two lovers could probably manipulate into any position they wish.

“Princess?” You feel the bed dip on either side of you, two bodies coming to join you atop of the covers, and when you finally manage to turn your head to the side and open your eyes you see Yoongi kneeling by your side, fly still hanging open, his dark eyes full of concern. “Alright?” You hum happily, reaching out and brushing your fingers against the denim of his jeans as Jimin’s find your hair and stroke it back from your forehead.

“Of course she is,” he answers for you, tone affectionate and warm. “Stand up for me, kitten.” Slowly, you push yourself up onto your elbows and then straighten, standing on wobbly legs at the end of the bed on which the two men are now knelt.

Each of them take a hand and assist you onto the mattress, the three of you crawling up towards the pillows exchanging kisses along the way. Jimin lays you back gently, his lips firmly attached to yours until your back hits the mattress. He pulls away before you can wind your fingers into his hair to keep him close and nip at his soft, wicked mouth, kneeling back instead and smiling cockily at your hum of displeasure.

Yoongi’s taken the opportunity to start undressing himself whilst he's been sat by your feet watching the two of you kiss, and his shirt is already long gone - cast aside somewhere on the floor. His nipples are hard, one of them blushed pink thanks to Jimin's earlier torment, and when he catches your eyes drifting over his body he flashes you a timid smile, eyes twinkling with mirth.

“C’mere,” you beckon softly, rocking your hips from side to side, the wetness between them making your thighs glide pleasantly against one another. Yoongi quickly finishes undressing before joining you and Jimin further up the bed, and you're pleased to note that he's rock hard again even following his earlier orgasm - more than ready to fulfill whatever role the younger boy has in mind for him.

Jimin hasn't been able to keep his hands off of your body while your attention has been on Yoongi; one greedy hand roaming restlessly across the swell of your breasts, plucking at your nipples and pressing the heel of the other against the erection straining painfully inside his shorts, desperate for much needed release.

You pull your lips away from Yoongi’s hungry kiss, twisting your neck to see Jimin kneeling above the two of you.

“Jimin,” you whine, biting your bottom lip as you reach up to run your hand over the crotch of his shorts, brushing against his length as Yoongi’s lips trail along the length of your neck, his hand caressing the curve of your hip. “Please,” you prompt with a singular tug at his shorts. Jimin’s eyes flutter closed for just a second as you touch him, his full lips pressing together as he struggles to maintain control and not give in to the lust that threatens to overwhelm him. He gently takes a hold of your hand and moves it away, opening his eyes.

“So impatient,” Jimin purrs as you smile coyly, letting out a little moan as Yoongi’s teeth nibble at your earlobe, his erection grinding into your side as his hips move restlessly beside you. There’s a smirk on Jimin’s face as he tugs off his t-shirt and tosses it aside to join the numerous other articles of clothing strewn along the floor, and he takes a moment to run his hand through the silver stands of his hair before starting on his shorts, chuckling at the way you devour every inch of his toned body. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen Jimin naked before now, it always affects you just the same, quickening your pulse and making you blush as he slips off his shorts, commando underneath.

The absence of Yoongi’s lips on your neck gives you pause to turn your head and look at him, and when you do you see that his eyes are fixed entirely on Jimin, travelling the length of the other boys body up and down. This is the first time Yoongi’s ever been quite blatant in his admiration of Jimin; the last time the three of you had been together the older boy had more or less kept his eyes and attention completely on you, maybe for fear that he’d give himself away if he’d let his gaze roam unchecked. Now that it’s all out in the open Yoongi can’t seem to help but look, his pupils dilating as they linger on Jimin’s swollen cock, tongue poking at the corner of his lips.

Jimin gives himself a few practice strokes, well aware of Yoongi’s stare and seemingly spurred on by it, his breath a little heavier as he gathers his precum on the pad of his thumb and smears it over the head. You reach down between yours and Yoongi’s bodies to start to stroke him through his boxer shorts in time with Jimin’s fist, peppering kisses along his prominent collarbones and dipping your tongue into shallow indent at the base of his neck.

“Can I?” Yoongi’s husky voice rumbles against your lips as it passes through his throat, and the feel of his hand leaving your hip to move elsewhere makes you believe he must’ve had some sort of an affirmative reply even if you didn’t hear it. Jimin’s breath hitches behind you, and the subsequent back and forth motion of Yoongi’s arm and the accompanying fleshy sounds make it all too easy to discern what’s going on. It’s impossible for you to resist taking a look, no longer laying kisses on Yoongi’s neck in favour of being able to watch the tight grip of his hand gliding up and down Jimin’s cock. The younger boy has got one hand resting on the flat of his stomach, fingernails digging into his abs as his fingers tense and relax under Yoongi’s touch, his eyes pressed tightly closed and lips slightly parted.

You roll over to face Jimin, unable to resist the urge to touch him too. Your hand reaches out to join Yoongi’s to move simultaneously back and forth Jimin’s length, no inch of velvety skin left untouched.

“F-fuck,” Jimin groans as he watches your hands pleasuring him in unison, Yoongi’s long, delicate fingers almost overlapping your shorter ones as they stroke, and it makes you smile to see him lose some of that carefully maintained composure. “God.” Jimin slumps as another curse leaves his lips, curling in on himself to grab onto the pillow next to your head, head flopping forward, and you hear Yoongi exhale a short chuckle behind you. You’re sure if you turned your head you’d be able to see him smirking, but as it is your eyes are fixed on Jimin and the tormented pleasure on his face.

“Does that feel good, daddy?” you smile as you echo his earlier words, wiggling your ass back against Yoongi to make him push right back, the thickness of his cock pressing into the crack of your ass as he nips at the shell of your ear. Having Yoongi alongside you as a playmate - a partner in mischief - is bringing out your playful side, and you’re sincerely enjoying having the upper-hand on Jimin for once, revelling in the way he’s been momentarily rendered helpless by the two of you.

You slow down the pace of your hand and Yoongi follows your lead, your strokes laguid but purposeful, allowing Jimin to catch his breath.

“Oppa, ” you say softly, and Yoongi hums against the back of shoulder he’s busy kissing, “Fuck me?” You watch Jimin’s face carefully as you speak, stomach fluttering with nervous butterflies as you test the waters, wanting to see how far you can push before your lover snaps. “My pussy aches so bad. Won’t you help me?” Yoongi chest rumbles with a growl, his hand falling away from the other mans cock to rid himself of his boxers as Jimin’s jaw ticks.

You pick up speed in Yoongi’s absence in an attempt to keep Jimin subdued, smiling to yourself at the way his cock twitches in your hand, and when you lift your leg to allow Yoongi to place his length in the gap between your thighs Yoongi grabs onto your hips and immediately begins to move, not yet pushing inside but sliding back and forth through your slick with a groan. The repetitive motion has the head of his cock rubbing over your over-sensitive clitoris again and again, and soon enough you’re pushing back against him with stilted little moans, the need to be filled and fucked more than genuine.

“Is this what you want, princess?” Yoongi huffs into your ear as your fist pumps up and down Jimin’s length, gripping hard, your eyes shut tight as you focus on the throbbing of your centre and the slip and slide of Yoongi thrusting between your thighs.

“Yes, please,” you groan, biting your lip as Yoongi digs his fingertips into your hip, grabbing at you for better leverage.

“In here?” Your walls clench, a fresh gush of arousal seeping out onto Yoongi’s cock as it nudges at your core and his mouth moves closer to your ear, his voice low but coloured with amusement as he continues, “Or maybe here, hmm? What do you think, sir?” He suddenly withdraws from between your legs before Jimin has chance to reply, pushing the blunt head of his cock against your asshole. “Shall I fuck her tight little virgin ass?” You gasp as he he starts to apply to slightest of pressure, very nearly edging his way inside until he’s suddenly pushed away, hand yanked off of your hip.

“That’s mine,” Jimin growls ferociously, grabbing onto your arm that’d been so busy pleasuring him and using it to shove you down onto your front. You get the briefest glimpse of his face before you’re face down in the pillows, and his eyes are hard, full of lust, his mouth set in a hard line. “You’re forgetting your place, boy. Carry on and see what happens if you keep pushing me.” Jimin’s hand is twisted in your hair as he speaks and you feel him moving to take position behind you, shoving open your legs with a rough hand so they’re spread open before him. He leans over you, the head of his cock knocking against the curve of your ass as he hisses in your ear. “You too, kitten. Do you think daddy’s going to take it easy on you now, huh?” No, you don’t, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

You cry out as Jimin’s hand connects harshly with your buttock, the slap echoing off the walls. It throbs fiercely, stinging all the more as Jimin digs his fingertips into your ass to pull the cheeks apart, exposing you fully and you mewl and twist your hips as he rubs the head of his cock against your hole.

“Safeword?” he demands, and when you repeat it back to him in quivering tones he grunts, satisfied. “Lube,” Jimin growls and you feel a fresh batch of nerves flare up inside of you, twisting at your insides.

You know Jimin wouldn’t hurt you - even if he acts as though he would when he’s all riled up - but you also know he’s gifted with a length much girthier in width than Yoongi’s slender fingers, and that has your body tensing anxiously, shoulders bunching as you grip your pillow tight. You can hear movement behind you and the sound of a bottle cap opening again, just like before, and you almost leap up from the bed when cold gel is squeezed liberally onto your hole without warning.

“Did you really think,” Jimin begins as his fingertips start to massage the lube into you, dipping inside the tight ring of muscle that Yoongi had already stretched out earlier, “That you'd get to fuck her first?” You realise he’s speaking to Yoongi, taunting him as he pushes his fingers inside, making way for his cock. A muffled cry is absorbed by your pillow as he pumps them in and out and Jimin‘s breathing heavily behind you as he preps himself, coating his length with even more lube. “You’re gonna have to watch,” he groans as he presses the tip against your hole and begins to ease slowly inside even as your muscles automatically contract to try and keep him out, “Watch as I take what’s mine.”

Your knuckles are turning white, teeth gritted together as Jimin applies steady pressure, one hand on your waist, squeezing tight. You can hear the tension in his voice - feel it in his body resting behind you - and you know he’s going as slowly as possible so as not to hurt you, despite the things he’s saying.

“And if you’re good, baby boy, maybe I’ll let you fuck her with me.”

You never knew it'd feel like this. Yoongi's fingers were one thing but Jimin's cock is something else entirely, and a dull pain simmers and burns through you as your body stretches to accommodate his girth. It's not unmanageable - just intense - and once the extra-sensitive rim of the head of his cock passes past the unwilling muscle of your entrance it's suddenly oh so good, the rest of his silken length sinking steadily inside with ease.

“Da-addy,” you whimper as Jimin bottoms out, the seat of his lap meeting the curve of your buttocks. Opening your eyes you see Yoongi looking back at you, a tender look on his face as he reaches out to run his thumb along your cheek. Jimin's gone completely still on top of you save the heaving of his chest, giving you time to accommodate him, you presume - if not regain proper control of himself.

“Daddy's cock feels good, doesn't it, kitten?” Jimin asks, and if you're not mistaken you can hear his voice wavering as he speaks. “Think you can take it?” He swivels his hips against you, tilting them forward to press even deeper inside, and as sparks of pleasure dance behind your eyelids you moan out a confirmation, pushing back against him in a plea to get started. “Good girl.”

Measuredly, Jimin begins moving inside of you. His thrusts are slow and shallow, carefully controlled, but they affect you both just as greatly as his normally animalistic pace would do, labouring Jimin's breaths and making his fingers clench deeper into the mattress every time he sinks into you. With each and every shift of hips it becomes all the more pleasurable and your thighs start to ache from tilting your ass up from the bed to meet him mid-thrust, lips wrapping around the tip of Yoongi's thumb to suck and lick and kiss. It'd been tracing the edges of your parted mouth, admiring the two swollen, blood-red bitten pieces of flesh, but now Yoongi's eyes are fixed on how eagerly you devour the digit, moaning around it whenever one of Jimin's thrusts hit just right.

“Fuck, ” Jimin groans out from behind you, supporting himself on one arm to grab an ass cheek and pull it aside, watching his cock disappear into your snug hole, “You always take daddy’s cock so well.” You make moans of affirmation around the two fingers that are being pushed between your lips, pleased when you hear Yoongi inhale sharply at how eagerly you suck on them.

Every time your pelvis is pushed into the bed by Jimin’s thrusts you can feel a wet patch of arousal that’s formed beneath the you as you drip freely, soaking the sheets, and whilst the motion of Jimin moving inside of you feels amazing it does little to sate the persistent ache deep in your pelvis. The repetitive grind of your clit against the sheets only exacerbates the problem further, and as Yoongi begins kiss his way across the sensitive blade of your shoulder you’re letting go of Jimin’s manhandled pillow to sneak one hand underneath the curve of your waist in an attempt satisfy your growing need.

You’ve only managed to brush the tips of your fingers against the hard little nub before Jimin realises what you’re doing, yanking away your source of gratification and pinning your hand above your head. The shift in position plunges him even deeper inside of you and you whimper helplessly, hips grinding relentlessly into the mattress for any source of stimulation you can find.

“Always so greedy,” Jimin hisses into your ear, teeth clamping onto the lobe and pulling as he shoves into you, “Always wanting more. ” Yoongi’s sat himself up slightly, unable to gain access to you when you’re so shrouded by Jimin’s form but more than content just to watch the way your cheeks turn pink at being scorned, smiling when he watches you bite your lip because you love it so. He can’t deny that he’s enjoying watching Jimin at work, either, and Yoongi’s cock twitches against his stomach at the sinful curl of a smirk that twists the younger boys lips as slams his pelvis into your buttocks to make you cry out his name. “You want your oppa too, huh?” Jimin’s mouth is right against your ear, breath brushing around the shell and across your cheek.

“Yes, please, please,” you sob, reaching out with your unrestrained hand to grope for Yoongi’s form.

“Why?” Why? What does he mean, why? Isn’t it obvious? “Tell me why,” Jimin demands further, squeezing your fingers between his. It’s so hard to think, and Jimin has no intention of giving you any respite to try and gather your thoughts, pounding into you relentlessly, the headboard of the bed banging against the wall.

“I-I-” you stutter out mindlessly, finding Yoongi’s forearm and digging your fingernails into it to make him hiss.

“You’re what? What are you?” You suddenly understand what it is that Jimin wants you to say, what he’s pushing for, and the words pour from your mouth without a modicum of embarrassment or restraint.

“I’m greedy, daddy - a greedy, dirty girl,” you confess breathily, noting the way Jimin growls at the back of his throat and letting it spur you on, “I want you both, please, I want both your cocks inside me.” Jimin’s thrust actually falters for a second, falling still on top of you as he seems to have to take a moment to collect himself, face pressed amongst your hair. After a second, you feel his head turn.

“What about you? Can you behave?” Jimin asks, addressing Yoongi, and you open up an eye to see the black-haired vampire nodding furiously, eyes fixed on your pleasure-wrecked face.

“Yes, sir.” Yoongi’s voice sounds hoarse, like he hasn’t had a drink in years, his tongue wetting his lips as he watches Jimin slowly withdraw from you. You wince slightly as his cock slips out, and as Jimin climbs off of you you begin to wonder just how on earth the three of you are going to make this work, memory fragments of poorly acted pornography crossing your mind.

Luckily, Jimin seems to have it all worked out. He comes to lay on one side of you whilst Yoongi slips down to lie on the opposite side, and a firm hand on your hip rolls you to lie with your face toward Yoongi, Jimin at your back. You smile nervously as Jimin takes a hold of your uppermost thigh, lifting it and then hooking his hand behind your knee to bend it, kneecap almost touching your chest, and Yoongi smiles comfortingly back at you, reaching out to brush the tangles of hair from your face. It’s a hungry, passionate kiss that he inflicts on you as Yoongi closes the space between your bodies, the head of his cock nudging against your stomach and smudging wet arousal across it.

“Make her beg for it,” Jimin prompts huskily, the hand cupping the back of your knee squeezing and pulling it even tighter to your chest. Yoongi hums his agreement into your mouth even whilst his tongue is tangled up with yours, and you feel him reach down to guide his cock between your slickened lips, rubbing it back and forth between them with a deliberate slowness.

He breaks your kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he moves away just enough to be able to watch the torment on your face.

“This what you want?” he asks lowly, tapping the head of his cock against your clit and smirking at the way your breath hitches, “How bad, princess? Just how much of a slut are you for my cock?” Jimin’s are lips are working their way along the back of your neck, teeth scraping as he goes, and it sends a shiver down your spine when he begins to suck on your delicate skin - not hard enough to bruise, just hard enough to make you whine.

“So bad, Yoongi, god, please,” you gasp as Yoongi’s deft fingers pluck and tweak at your nipple, squeezing it between his fingertips. “Fuck! ” There’s too much going on at once, too many sensations, Jimin’s mouth, Yoongi’s fingers, his cock - oh God his cock - nudging at your entrance, teasing unmercifully as it dips in and out, in and out by just an inch, and thanks to Jimin’s tight grip on your thigh you can’t even flex your hips to force him deeper, powerless to do anything but lie there and take it, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “I can’t take anymore, please, Y-Yoongi, please put it in, please,” you ramble, hands pawing at his chest, pleading with water-filled eyes, “Please.”

Yoongi’s desire-dilated pupils shift to focus on Jimin where he lays behind you, and it’s with bated breath that you await the outcome of their silent exchange, almost sobbing in relief when Yoongi gives an almost imperceptible nod and, mercifully, seems to have no intention of torturing you any further.

As soon as Jimin has given the go-ahead Yoongi is pushing inside, hands on your waist, slipping in to the very hilt with uncharacteristic haste. After all - if you’re intending to take both of them at once, then surely you can manage the stretch of just one? Still, the sharp thrust makes you cry out into Yoongi’s mouth, and then again and again as he snaps his hips back and forth, rutting into you and grunting with the force of it, slamming you backwards into Jimin who pushes right back.

Your body jolts as the head of Jimin’s cock finds its way between your buttocks, eager to reclaim his place inside you, and as Yoongi realises what’s about to happen he slows the pace of his thrusts, his kisses becoming tender and soothing as Jimin starts to push his way inside, even more gradually than the first time.

“F-fu-uck,” you gasp, pulling away from Yoongi’s mouth to gasp for air with wide eyes as he enters you. The sensation is like nothing you could’ve ever imagined, overwhelming but wonderful , so gloriously, inexplicably full once Jimin is seated fully inside of you, only your velvet walls separating the two men’s cocks as they begin to slide and glide against one another in tandem.

“ Holy shit ,” Yoongi gasps out as they both slide into you in unison, his eyes practically glazing over at how indescribably tight you’ve become with both of them inside you, “ Jimin.” Hearing your Yoongi groan out your lover’s name in such a way sends a whole new wave of pleasure washing over you, walls clenching to squeeze them both even tighter and Jimin moans in reply as he feels it.

“You look so beautiful like this, kitten, I wish you could see.” Prompted by Jimin’s words, Yoongi takes a good long look between your legs and bites his lip at the sight of the two cocks sinking into you almost side by side, covered in your arousal. So incensed is he by it that Yoongi’s powerless to resist taking you harder, faster, and Jimin meets him stroke for stroke, hip bones digging into your ass with every thrust. “So beautiful, taking both our cocks.”

“Made for us,” Yoongi contributes, grabbing at your waist, nipping at the corner your mouth.

“ Ours. ” Jimin growls the word possessively, and it thrills you more than you could ever hope to explain. Not ‘his’ anymore but ‘theirs’ - Jimin’s and Yoongi’s - all three of you, together. Jimin lets go of your knee, allowing your leg rest back in place to hug their lengths even tighter as they push and pull against each other, an incredible to and fro that you never want to end. He reaches around your hip and slips his hand between your legs to play with your clit, and in less than a minute you’re a quivering mess between them, moaning wantonly, nerve endings alight as Yoongi roughly fondles your breasts.

“Cumming again already, princess?” Yoongi asks huskily, lips ghosting across yours as he pulls at your nipple. You reply is a muffled, high-pitched moan, thighs clenching together as Jimin’s fingertips torment your pleasure-centre, sending you closer and closer to the edge, their thrusts into you never ceasing. If anything they seem to get faster the closer it approaches, chasing you towards it.

“ Fuck , you’re so tight,” Jimin grunts, sweat-covered chest slapping into your back, “Cum for us, kitten, cum all over us.”

The three of you are a panting, writhing mess of mouths and hands and limbs when it finally happens, your body spasming wildly as the orgasm hits and rips its way through you, so intense that you’re left seeing spots of white behind your eyelids. Yoongi’s swearing under his breath, trying desperately to hold on as your walls contract as though you’re trying to milk the cum out of him, because he can tell him the determined look in his eyes that Jimin isn’t done with you yet.

"Get that off.” He may not be cumming yet, but it doesn’t stop Jimin’s voice from sounding tight and strained, his jaw clenched tight as they continue to fuck you through your orgasm and out the other side, unconcerned with the way you twist and mewl from overstimulation. Yoongi does as Jimin asks, unclasping your collar to toss it aside and then pushing your hair off of your neck to grant the other boy access, already having figured out exactly what Jimin’s intending to do.

“Do it,” you gasp out before he can even begin to ask for permission, wanting nothing more than the sweet bliss of his bite to make all of this complete, and Jimin’s too far gone now to even think to hesitate. His fangs slice through your skin like a knife through butter, delving deep into your throat, and the stab of pain is a sweet kind ecstasy, a long, languid moan falling from your lips as he pulls the blood from your veins.

Jimin’s hand slips out from between your legs as he feeds from you, his arm coming to lay across your hip whilst your endorphin-ridden body melts into the mattress. He grabs onto Yoongi’s ass and begins pulling the other boy into your pussy even harder and deeper than before, moaning around a mouthful of blood, and in turn Yoongi does the same, grabbing onto Jimin just as hard.

Are they imagining fucking each other now, you drowsily wonder?

Jimin detaches himself from your throat when he hears your heart, which had initially accelerated so rapidly, become sluggish and slow, and you feel him shift slightly behind you to raise himself onto his elbow and then lean over your form towards Yoongi. Feeling him hovering above you, you peel back your eyelids to watch as Yoongi leans up to meet him halfway to press his lips to Jimin’s blood-covered ones, and you groan with delight as you witness the younger boy beginning to share your blood with his elder through a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

Perhaps it should horrify you to see your blood running from their mouths, smearing between their lips and dripping down their chins, but it has the opposite effect. Your body, which had been screaming with over-stimulation and then subsequently numbed by Jimin’s bite, is now suddenly alert again, hips moving backward and forward to keep up the pace of their thrusts whilst the two of them are otherwise occupied.

And god, they really are wrapped up in each other. Yoongi’s making sounds you’ve never heard him make before as he licks the inside of Jimin’s mouth clean, lapping up every morsel of your blood that he can find, and the look in Jimin’s eyes is positively feral as Yoongi sinks back into the pillow, sated, licking his lips.

It’s your turn to kiss him now, undeterred by the taste of your blood lingering in his mouth, and Jimin watches the two of you with a purr of satisfaction, still guiding Yoongi thrusts into you in a rapid, rolling motion, palming the other boys ass.

“You gonna cum for us, Yoongi, baby?” Jimin purrs and Yoongi groans against your mouth, cock twitching inside you and making Jimin’s twitch in turn. “Been such a good boy, don’t stop now - let me feel you cum.”

“S-shit,” Yoongi curses as his thrusts become wild and unrestrained, slamming into you as he chases his high, and all the while Jimin is muttering encouragements, fucking into you even faster.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you warn as your pleasure rapidly begins to peak once again with their relentless assault, and you grab onto Jimin’s hand where it lays open Yoongi, pulling on him too, tilting your hips to bring every thrust of his cock into contact with your g-spot. It only takes a matter of seconds more for Yoongi to break, his head tipping back as cums with a shout, hips stuttering as he pulses his seed into you,

“ Y-yoongi, ” Jimin grunts, and you know he can feel it all through you; can feel Yoongi’s cock as it throbs next to his, can feel the heat of his cum coating your insides. It’s enough to push Jimin over the edge, and you too, the both of you cumming in unison, his face pressed into your neck, crying out against it. He spills into you as Yoongi holds onto him, breathing hard, and you’re whimpering by the time it’s all over, stuffed full of their cum, throat covered in blood, your bodies coated in each others sweat.

Yoongi is the first to speak, voice rasping through ragged breaths.

“ Gongjunim, are you alright?” You prise open your heavy eyes, fingers still entwined with Jimin’s on top of Yoongi’s ass.

“A bit-” You pause, wincing as Jimin slides out of you and Yoongi follows suit, “-Sore.” Yoongi smiles apologetically, placing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose whilst Jimin chuckles behind you, simultaneously kissing the back of your neck.

“I can’t say I’m surprised.” He kisses you again, trailing his lips from the back of your neck to your throat which he cleans with a few swift, efficient licks, finally kissing your cheek before rising from the bed and leaving you folded in Yoongi’s arms.

“Where are you going?” you ask, twisting your head with a worried frown. You’re nowhere near done cuddling yet, even if you are lying in the middle of a rapidly growing mess.

“To run us all a bath,” he smirks as he retreats, walking backwards from the room, “I think we need it.” He’s not wrong, and both you and Yoongi laugh as Jimin disappears into the bathroom, holding each other tight.

Yoongi’s positively radiating with happiness as the two of you bathe contentedly in the afterglow, eyes sparkling with happiness, beaming a smile back at you, gums and all, and you can’t resist kissing him again, so full of love that it feels as though your heart might burst. The two of you kiss for so long that it’s only Jimin’s return that eventually pulls you apart, Jimin’s arms winding the both of you with a satisfied hum.

“I love you,” you tell them, squeezing each of their hands in turn, and it’s Jimin that answers, squeezing back.

“We love you too.” Yoongi nods his agreement, and that love-drunk feeling only grows, filling you with warmth right down to your toes. You roll onto your back, noting the brief lightheadedness that accompanies the motion.

“So Yoongi can stay?” you ask Jimin quietly, his hand caressing your hip.

“I'm not about to go back on what I said,” he smiles, eyes flicking to Yoongi's beside you, “The three of us will figure it out.” You beam back at him, squirming happily when Yoongi nips playfully at your ear, a smile tugging at his lips too. “C’mon, the water will be getting cold.”

Somewhat reluctantly the three of you rise out of bed, Yoongi's hand slipping into yours as soon as you're standing to walk with you to the bathroom, anticipating your unsteadiness.

“Yoongi,” you muse as you enter the steam-filled bathroom, “Do you think we need to buy a bigger bed?”

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After much too long, I (with a sprinkling of other alters) have finally sat down and watched Th/or Rag/nar/ok, and I have a hell of a lot of say.

So. Clearly it’s a major tone change from the usual Thor movies, previously told to me by the mother, which is. Really not fine. Honestly I feel the change messes with the narrative and the flow of how the series as a whole was. And I say was because I can’t get past the glaring errors of this movie.

Did I like it? Not entirely. As a whole, no. There were some bits I laughed at. Some bits that I’m quite pleased got addressed (such as when Hulk slammed Th/or around like a bean bag and I jumped up and shouted that now he knows how it feels! That was beyond rewarding), but there wasn’t enough.

What’s going to happen to Bruce now that he turned into the Hulk after he said he shouldn’t? What will happen to me after I return to earth? Why did Thor suddenly become Odin 2.0? Being the king of Asgard doesn’t mean one needs to lose their eye. Honestly I feel that was in poor taste. Also the destroying of his hammer. I was waiting for that to be fixed at the end. Never happened. What’s Thor without his hammer? Or his hair for that matter? I don’t know if this was the director’s choice or the actor’s choice, but it was a bad one. I’m assuming Chris had extensions in for this movie and the last, so what was the point in cutting it? I don’t believe it was ever cut in the comics.

Now let’s move onto Hela and Fenrir. Marvel is already known for bastardizing Norse beliefs. We know this. We should not accept this but fans do so anyway because there is nothing we can do.

There isn’t much to say other than Hela (Hel) is actually my daughter, not Odin’s, as well as Fenrir. This whole “big sister comes back to wreck havoc on Asgard to get back at dear old dad and the family she never met before” is ridiculous. It’s a bad plot. Also, she looks nothing like Frigga or Odin and I’ve already seen people say they see the family resemblance between her and I, and that is... stupid. I am adopted. I am not Asgardian and I never will be because I am a Frost Giant and that is all it is and will be end of story.

Without getting too deep into their terrible take on that, honestly it would have been better if they stuck with the Loki has several children thing. It would make more sense why she actually looks like me. Are you scared, Marvel? Are you scared to show big scary mischievous Loki as a parent? It wouldn’t even do anything, in fact it would show me in a more “villain” light. I have a lot of odd children who do not so great things?? I really think that would tie into that (stagnant) character (more on that later) they’ve built for me. Unless, they are going for the Loki redemption arc. Which. How is that going to happen? The movie ends with us going to earth. A place where everyone is either terrified or scared of me. And after the whole Cap 3 movie with those treaties, how is that going to work?

The next movie coming out is In/fin/ity War. Just reading the plot is giving me a headache. Too many characters. So what Marvel is telling me, is that we are all taking the ship full of Asgardians to earth, to set up some sort of life there for all those otherworldly people, and then, somehow, Thanos finally makes it to earth after years and years, gets the infinity stones, and we team up with the Gua/rdians of the Ga/laxy to save the earth. All of us. All the Av/engers, who have fallen apart since Civil War, other people who’s names I don’t even recognize. Even me. Me! What is with that major shift? Please get a proper narrative for your movies, Marvel. I’m getting tired of all this running around in circles. You haven’t let me down this much since Th/or 2 and Civil War.

(And I did not like Civil War, because, even though I didn’t watch it myself, Bucky did. And he knows better than anyone how that movie should have went.

The most I can say is the movie babies Tony, as if he’s some feeble child who is suffering so dearly from something that is never mentioned to have affected him before this movie. This was not an Ir/on Man movie. This was a Cap/tain Ame/rica movie. If we wanted to see Tony being the star, we would have paid for an Ir/on Man movie. This was supposed to feature Steve as the main character, focus on his feelings, his views most of all, but it instead painted him as some stubborn idiot who has outlandish ideas and only cares about saving his friend.

And in the end, what happens. Tony blows off Bucky’s arm and afterwards they all decide to put this man, who has been trying to heal and be a better person, into the ice. I highly doubt Bucky would have wanted to get within five feet of that thing. And Steve somehow barely shows Bucky an ounce of that best friendship he insists they have. No hug at the end. Nothing significant. They just put him under. Why? Wouldn’t that remind him of Hydra? Nowhere in that entire movie did he turn on any of them. He was not a threat. There was nothing pointing him to being a threat anymore and yet, he comes out of nowhere with that?

Unacceptable.)

Onto my character. They seem extremely intent on making my role the God of Misch/ief and nothing more. The little change of heart at the end isn’t enough. Especially with the pause, stare longingly at the tessaract, cut to another scene, oh Loki thanks for saving the day!, except oh no where is he oh that’s right he’s on the ship suddenly with no explanation at all whatsoever and Thor didn’t even seem the least bit concerned and it really gave off the impression that he didn’t care for me at all and essentially gave up on me halfway through the movie.

“I mourned for you” doesn’t mean a whole lot when you keep tossing me aside when I get too difficult for you. Thor’s undying love for me is a major element of his character! It’s so shoved in our faces in the first two movies and the Ave/ngers. And now it’s barely touched upon. And how can I even blame him when my character is so stagnant. Why am I not getting character development that even people like Tony got? (not very good development but that’s a review for another day and Bucky is more suited to writing about it) If there aren’t some improvements of my character by the next movie there’s going to be a serious problem. If they make me betray everyone by the end and it falls into the old grating shoved down everyone’s throat trickster god is only ever going to be a trickster and will never amount to anything else narrative I’m going to rip out all my hair and my eyes.

Moving on. Odin dying. My fault? How? I didn’t strip him of any powers. Odin is a god. He’s powerful. I left him on earth and if he wanted to leave, he would have, but he did not. He was perfectly content down there. Heimdall should have seen and known all of this (which is the issue with an all seeing all knowing character because if they are able to see all then why did they not do anything with their knowledge? Plot holes. So many of them). Odin died because he was old and should have died years and years ago. That was not my fault and to pin it on me was unfair. Grief is understandable but the scene did not play out properly.

Ruling Asgard so frivolously, so stupidly... and doing a piss poor job of acting the moment Thor comes back was cringey at best. Ridiculous and inconsistent with my abilities shown in the second movie. The shapeshifting ability is something that is very poorly presented in this movie. I know it is a Thor movie and it is focused on him but if they can take a Cap movie and make it into a Tony’s Very Sad Day movie then I think they can put a little more effort into characterizing me properly, especially when I have such a big presence in the comics and I’m such an integral part of the family and a fan favorite.

The opening scene sweeps everything Thor’s been doing under the rug with a very small explanation and nothing to show for it.

And going back to the use of humour in this movie. Or rather, the overuse of humour. The other movies had their fair share of mild humour thrown in so as to not set the tone of the movies as more heavy than they already are. Just a little is enough. These movies aren’t humour based. They aren’t supposed to be funny to the point where I’m completely thrown off by the complete shift of tone from the other movies in the series. I went into this movie expecting more jokes, but not that many. It really took away from the main focus. It was too funny. There were too many light moments.

(In an unrelated criticism, the relationship with Jane being such a big thing in the first and second movies, then suddenly being tossed aside around the time of Age of Ul/tron and being only mentioned once in this movie doesn’t make sense. Why didn’t we see any of this? Why even put her in the movies in the first place if she was just going to be tossed aside later? Why the unnecessary romantic subplot that irked a number of fans to begin with? It’s almost as if the writers realized they didn’t have a use for her anyone and scrapped her. They shouldn’t have put her in the movies as a romantic interest in the first place.)

If this is the direction they’re going for the next movies, then I don’t know how I’m going to handle watching them. I wish it was as simple as sending a letter to Marvel and having them rethink their scripts but unless enough people complain about it, they won’t care.

TD;LR: Too much humour in a movie that really did not need it. Bad tone. Stagnant characters. Plot holes. Bad choices. I’ll give it a 4/10.

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