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[sheepytina]

So people are talking about the artwork in Metal Slug games again

There's been a few posts going around talking about how weird the Metal Slug characters look in the mobile games, particularly female characters like Eri and especially fan favourite Fio.

This conversation comes up again every so often, but it's been reignited on Tumblr again this week with three new Metal Slug games coming onto the scene:

The recent re-reveal of the indie title Metal Slug Tactics from Dotemu, which was originally announced in 2021, during Summer Game Fest 2024,

The June 2024 Nintendo Direct shadow-drop of a revamped version of the former mobile game Metal Slug Attack as Metal Slug Attack Reloaded, and

The impending global launch of the Chinese mobile game Metal Slug: Awakening from Tencent Games next month (July 2024), which originally released in China and SEA in 2023.

Remember these three names, because this is what this post is going to primarily centre around.

However there's one version of this type of post going around that just posts artwork from Metal Slug 3 and MS: Awakening and doesn't adequately explain what the artwork actually comes from and why it looks the way it does, resulting in the confusion and bewilderment of many people who are less familiar with the Metal Slug series.

And so I decided I really need to throw my hat into the ring and see if I can dissect this and bring some actual facts to the conversation.

Look, it's not great. Basically, the stuff people are saying is indeed mostly true, but there's a lot of half-truths and even a few straight up lies being mixed into it. Such as how what the original Metal Slug games looked like is actually more complicated than people think, for starters.

Furthermore, one of the three games I mentioned actually looks really good, and oddly it seems to be the one with the least attention on it right now.

Now, because I'm me, this blog post ended up really long, long enough to have chapter markers, so please bear with me and stick around to the end if you can. — And if you don't care about the historical context, I'm happy for you just to look at the pictures too.

Part 1: The original NEOGEO Metal Slug games

So the main point of this conversation is that the classic Metal Slug games let the characters look weird and cartoony. That's a big part of Metal Slug's core identity, and this is lost in the recent mobile games.

(Of course I had to get a real CRT photo in here at some point.)

To define "classic Metal Slug" you can assume most people are referring Metal Slug 1 through to 3, i.e. the ones that SNK created before their bankruptcy in the year 2000. And most of all, that iconic character select screen from Metal Slug 2, X and 3.

As you can see, there's definitely a shift that took place here.

But hold on, Fio also looks pretty different on the arcade flyers, especially in her original debut in Metal Slug 2. So it's not exactly as clear cut at the cherrypicked images would suggest, but all the same there is still a distinct, extremely late '90s style to everything.

Metal Slug 4 and 5 also released for the NEOGEO system and are similarly loved by many, but were developed in the 2000s under the newly formed Playmore, aka SNK Playmore. I definitely agree with this sentiment that the "original identity" of Metal Slug was strongest in the early titles, and the artwork is the most noticeable reflection of that.

However, although it has little bearing on the conversation, I think it's important to clarify that this change to a contemporary anime style actually began in the early 2000s during the Playmore era of SNK. Like would happen with other SNK game series like The King of Fighters and Samurai Shodown, things got weird for Metal Slug once SNK was reborn as Playmore, eventually becoming SNK Playmore.

Still, all the mainline Metal Slug games through to Metal Slug 7 and Metal Slug XX are still considered classics by fans. The problem for a lot of fans would be SNK's push into new markets such as pachislot and mobile gaming.

Which brings us to…

Part 2: The Metal Slug smart device games, and the Chinese mobile game market

Mobile games would prove a highly lucrative market for SNK Playmore, with hundreds of titles published for Japanese phones during the '00s. A few of these also made their way to more conventional J2ME devices in China. Eventually the mobile gaming market would move to smartphones, with SNK bringing games such as Metal Slug Defense and Metal Slug Attack to market in the 2010s.

This is the first mention of China in this post and it won't be the last. SNK's arcade titles had traditionally been extremely popular in the Chinese market, and with the mobile game market rapidly growing and a hunger for bigger games from beloved SNK series, a lot of interest had grown for SNK titles in this market.

This would result in a huge investment from Chinese companies, with a new joint venture acquiring a 81% stake in the company in 2016, leading SNK Playmore to announce a new shift in their strategy, and with that came a rebrand, once again to simply SNK.

This new identity signified a new era for SNK. This newly reignited SNK would move away from non-videogame markets such as pachislot, and focus more on console games and character licensing. This is the SNK that gave us The King of Fighters XIV and a new Samurai Shodown game.

But this is also the SNK that really doubled down on the Chinese and South-east Asian mobile markets.

This is where this conversation stems from. Games such as the tower defence mobile game Metal Slug Attack and many other mobile games in series such as The King of Fighters would be massive money-makers for SNK. Even the new Samurai Shodown game on consoles/PC would centre Chinese audiences with its first DLC crossover characters pulling from Ubisoft's For Honor and Tencent's Honor of Kings.

But when it comes to centering the tastes of the mobile game market, the big one that bugs people is Metal Slug: Awakening, a mobile game developed and published under license by Tencent Games, which entered beta testing in 2021 and released in China and South-east Asia in 2023.

Now this game actually doesn't have all that much to do with SNK besides the license. However it would be disingenuous of me to say that means it's insignificant to the series. We didn't get to this point out of nowhere out of all. Plus this game is set for a global release in 2024, so this game is for all of us to enjoy.

Although, is it really for all of us? The game certainly seems to plays like a real Metal Slug game, retaining the series' famous run 'n gun gameplay, which is more than you can say for most Metal Slug mobile games. But it certainly doesn't look like a Metal Slug game. The in-game graphics are a strange 3D interpretation of the original pixel art, and all the game's promotional artwork and splash screens look like this. Fio in particular straight up looks like a different character in these pictures.

It's not great. I'm not about to try and defend this. It's just that I really need to stress that it's really not a game targeted towards us.

To make matters more confusing for a lot of people not super plugged-into Metal Slug is that it's not even the only Metal Slug game in the news recently. Metal Slug Tactics had been missing in action since 2021, and all of a sudden it gets re-revealed by Dotemu in June 2024 but overshadowed by many other announcements during the Summer Game Fest period.

But also, SNK themselves would, during the June 2024 Nintendo Direct, reveal and immediately shadow-drop a revamped offline version of the Metal Slug Attack game called Metal Slug Attack Reloaded.

I actually saw a lot of people confused by this. People who remembered the initial 2021 reveal of Metal Slug Tactics and thought this was the same game. It might seem obvious to some of us, but if this is you, then I assure you, it's not the same game.

Although SNK seems to be downplaying this for some reason, Metal Slug Attack is a pretty old mobile game that went defunct last year, and this is a revamped version of it for consoles and PC that can be played offline without microtransactions. (An increasing trend I want to see more of!) The game is still very much a mobile game to its core though and you can tell.

But, look, don't worry, there's hope for us yet, in the form of a new game that many western Metal Slug fans have been excited for for many years. I've already mentioned it, it's…

Part 3: Metal Slug Tactics, a new tactical Metal Slug game from Dotemu and French developer Leikir Studio

I'm going to preface this section with a clarification of my stance on this. As a strategy game this doesn't exactly scream classic Metal Slug. However, a few people have been lumping this in with the mobile games and I think that's pretty unfair.

For starters, this game is oozing with personality and really looks like it's developed by people who truly understand Metal Slug.

Second, the artwork in this game is clearly a very different beast from what can be seen in Metal Slug: Awakening.

Obviously this isn't the same as the funny looking characters you remember from the in-game graphics of the NEOGEO titles. I still however feel like this captures the spirit of these beloved characters better than any of the mobile games have. This is definitely along the lines of Sonic Mania or TMNT: Shredder's Revenge in terms of attention to detail, and that's especially reflected by how the actual game looks and moves in action.

This is really my true agenda if I'm perfectly honest. Please don't sleep on this game. Even if you don't like tactics games, this is the one you want to keep an eye on if you want a true return to form for Metal Slug.

[randoimago]

Life Updates because it's been awhile:

I live in the country and we have a well instead of using nasty city water. Well the well ended up having some issues and we don't have water (we've been buying gallons and stuff at the store, don't worry). That's been a time.

I began therapy last Monday (22nd) and had my 2nd session an hour ago. I think it's going well? Idk, my therapist seems nice but I'm going to give it a couple more sessions before deciding.

I know the queue/draft lists are v low, but I don't want to open my askbox just yet. My motivation just keeps fluctuating (I blame my depression) and I do want to finish the 2 things in my draft (one of them is technically finished, I just need to transfer it from my phone to tumblr which is difficult cause I prefer my laptop and don't use my phone a lot).

I binged Helluva Boss and am watching Hazbin Hotel. I love both of those shows and demand compensation for the emotional damage I've been given. I also started watching Initial D because my therapist recommended it and I absolutely love the music (I was losing my mind that it took 4/5 episodes to get to the first race because the anticipation was that high).

I preordered P3 Reload. No idea when I'll actually have time to play it, but I'm going to have it and hopefully be able to write Makoto content once I've played through

And I believe that is it with my life updates? Just some good, bad, frustrating things but I'm trying to take it a day at the time. I was recommended to try meditation from my therapist so excuse me while I go find some nice ASMR to listen to and relax

(also, I appreciate you all and hope that you're taking care of yourselves!! Life is hard, but you're amazing. Please hydrate and eat something if you haven't. I'm proud of you <333)

[beesandwasps]

A Bookmarklet (Javascript Bookmark)

Light text on a dark background quickly gets hard for me to read, so I have a Javascript bookmark that replaces the color settings of the page and forces every piece of text to be black on a white background, with boring old-fashioned blue/purple colors for links. It’s not aesthetically pleasing, but it’s more or less guaranteed to be readable. (An example and the text of the bookmark below the fold.)

As a demonstration, here’s a screen capture of a randomly-selected Tumblr blog with color as it appears normally:

After running the script, it looks like this:

(If you have other color preferences, you can just swap out “black” and “white” in the script with your choices.)

To make this work, add a bookmark in your browser, then use whatever mechanism your browser has for editing bookmarks to rename it something appropriate and replace the URL with the red text below:

javascript:(function(){var%20newSS,%20styles='%20{%20background:%20white%20!%20important;%20color:%20black%20!important%20}%20:link,%20:link%20%20{%20color:%20#0000EE%20!important%20}%20:visited,%20:visited%20*%20{%20color:%20%23551A8B%20!important%20}';%20if(document.createStyleSheet)%20{%20document.createStyleSheet(%22javascript:'%22+styles+%22'%22);%20}%20else%20{%20newSS=document.createElement('link');%20newSS.rel='stylesheet';%20newSS.href='data:text/css,'+escape(styles);%20document.getElementsByTagName(%22head%22)[0].appendChild(newSS);%20}%20})();

(That should be one single line with no spaces or line breaks, in case either Tumblr or your browser decides to play games with it.)

…as long as I’m at it, here’s a second very specialized utility script bookmark. Years ago, there was an epidemic of sites which would hijack your browser window and refuse to let you close the window or quit the browser, and the only way to get out of it was to force-quit your browser — and then make sure it wouldn’t auto-reload the content from the previous session when you opened it back up. I believe there are technical fixes in place now which prevent that form of attack, but just in case I still have my script bookmark which breaks out of that deadlock. Without changing the URL (which lets the page know you’re trying to get away) it uses the “document.write” function… which, notoriously, if used when the page has finished loading, replaces the entire page. This breaks any scripts the page may have in place to monitor your behavior, and the window/tab can then be closed. (But the URL in the location bar remains the same, and the browser thinks you’re still on the page, so the reload button will restore whatever was there before.) It is possible that this might be useful in other contexts, so here it is. The result looks like this:

To make it work, do the same as for the previous script, but replace the URL with this instead:

javascript:%20void(function(){document.write('%3Chtml%3E%3Chead%3E%3Ctitle%3E%2D%2D%20Page%20has%20been%20erased%20%2D%2D%3C%2Ftitle%3E%3C%2Fhead%3E%3Cbody%20style%3D%22margin%3A0in%3Bpadding%3A25%25%3B%22%3E%3Ch1%20style%3D%22size%3Axx%2Dlarge%3Btext%2Dalign%3Acenter%3Bcolor%3Ared%3Bmargin%3A25%25%3Bfont%2Dweight%3Abold%3B%22%3EThis%20page%20was%20erased%20using%20a%20bookmarklet%2E%3C%2Fh1%3E%3Cp%20style%3D%22text%2Dalign%3Acenter%3B%22%3EThis%20page%20has%20had%20its%20content%20replaced%20with%20this%20message%2E%20If%20you%20want%20the%20content%20back%2C%20you%20will%20need%20to%20reload%20the%20page%2E%3C%2Fp%3E%3C%2Fbody%3E%3C%2Fhtml%3E');}())

(Once again, that should be one long line with no spaces or line breaks.)

[credit-song]

It’s 2 am and I have work tomorrow but my stupid manic brain refuses to let this go and I don’t have anywhere else to put this because I spend 30 minutes typing out a YouTube comment and then the page reloaded and it was gone but I can’t let it go so here I am on tumblr instead.

The TLDR is: I think I have autism, but I probably don’t but three of my four siblings have been diagnosed with autism and I’ve been diagnosed with pretty much everything but autism and it would make way more sense if I have have bipolar disorder and autism but maybe I only want to have autism because of how my mom gave my autistic siblings special treatment.

So yeah, kinda a long TLDR but whatever. I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, OCD, AHDH, Dyslexia, BPD, and got a “you might have STPD” once but wasn’t fully assessed for that. I have four siblings, three of which have been diagnosed with autism. To make things easier, I will call them:

A, the oldest, who has autism

B, the third oldest (I’m second oldest), who has autism

C, the second youngest who supposedly doesn’t have any mental disorders but also has never been assessed for anything

And D, the youngest, who had autism.

Growing up, A and I were close in age, so we were always paired together. My mom figured out pretty early on that A was autistic. We called it “Asperger’s” back then, but we call it autism now, so that’s how I’ll be referring to it. I was always considered the “normal one” in my family. When I was a young child (like, before C and D were born) my two siblings were very clearly autistic, so my mom would literally call me “the normal one.” Like this isn’t me being dramatic, I was literally the Normal One.

My mom infantilized the shit out of A and B (especially A). And since A and I were always doing things together, we were compared a lot. I was “good at making friends” and talking to people “came easily” to me. Whereas it was difficult to A. So my mom told me that I had to be sure to make friends for the both of us. Because it was easy for me and difficult for A. The thing was: it wasn’t fucking easy for me!!! I don’t know how this developed because it all happened when I was so young. But as far back as I can remember, my mom would always talk about how I was the extrovert and good at making friends and had to make friends for both me and A and I would sit there and be like “yes, I love talking to people, it’s so easy” and be lying through my teeth. I found it so difficult to talk to people. I was always saying the wrong thing and people thought I was weird. But I knew I had to be social because A couldn’t so I had to do it for both of us.

I did eventually make some friends, and I was so determined to be that social butterfly and not be the weird kid. Cause the thing was, I was the “normal one” in my family, but other people didn’t see that. I was still weird to everyone else. But I never noticed because my mom said that I was just mimicking what A did and that’s why people thought I acted strange. It wasn’t because I had autism, it was because I was copying A (which, typing that out makes me want to scream because mimicking behaviors is literally a symptom of autism).

Anyways, I had finally made some friends, but then they all decided that I was annoying and cried about everything and talked too much so they stopped being friends with A and I. Only one of those friends stuck by us and to this day I have yet to become friends with someone new and connect with them at the level I was friends with the friend that stuck with us. That friendship also fell apart because I was gay as hell for her but we were in a very homophobic environment so I just repressed it until she got a boyfriend and everything fell apart.

But at this point in time, I was still the “normal one.” I was still the one who was great at making friends (despite sucking at making friends) and great at talking to people (despite people thinking I was weird). I had this obsession with eye contact because my mom would talk about how A couldn’t maintain eye contact with people and how important it was for me to do that. But instead of avoiding eye contact, I would just stare at people when they spoke to me. I wouldn’t even be paying attention that what they were saying, I was too focused on making sure that I was maintaining eye contact. I also had a lot of interests that people found weird but I was obsessed with them. I used to go on lore dumps for hours before I eventually figured out that people didn’t like that and became the ultimate people pleaser who never talked about anything I liked for fear that I wouldn’t be able to shut up when I got started.

Then I moved out of my mom’s house and started college. I was pretty surprised to find out that most people thought I was weird. I failed miserably at making friends. Well, making friends was fine, keeping those friends was impossible. I would much rather stay in my room and spend time on my hobbies than go out and socialize. My poor roommate tried so hard to be my friend, but whenever she’d try to talk to me, I’d just be like “why are we talking? I want to go work on my story, but I guess I’ll be polite.” She must have invited me out fifteen times before I realized that “we should go bar hopping sometime!” meant “let’s make a plan to go bar hopping together.”

I desperately wanted to fit in and connect with my peers, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were all getting something that I was fundamentally missing out on. I would come home from class and just scream and cry in my car until I felt good enough to go inside. And then my poor roommate would try to engage in conversation and I’d want to scream but kept a cool face until I could shut down the conversation and get back to my computer.

The only people I really had any sort of relationship with were men who wanted to date me. I was pretty naive, so I was like “oh, I don’t want to date, but we can be friends!” and then we’d be friends but they’d still want to date and would always be like “man, I wish we were dating” but I really didn’t want to date and really wanted a friend so I’d just be like “haha, but we’re not!” They’d always be like “you’re not like other girls” and I’d be thinking “yeah! I’m trying to figure out why!” They very much treated me like a manic pixie dream girl but I wanted them to like me so I went along with it.

I remember once in class, well actually while I was waiting for class to start, I was talking to one of my “guy friends” and I opened up my computer to see that one of my favorite YouTubers had uploaded. I remember feeling this almost painful amount of joy. I didn’t even notice I was flapping my hands until my guy friend goes “are you autistic or something?” in such a disgusted tone that I stopped immediately. I told him about how I grew up with a lot of autistic siblings so that’s why I seem autistic but I’m not. Another time, I was at a party (the one party I went to at college and only when I was a senior), I was talking to a guy and he said that I had “really weird and dramatic facial expressions.” For some reason that sent me into a spiral because “weird facial expressions” is an autistic thing and I can’t have autism because A has autism and I’m The Normal One.

I know I’m making myself seem autistic, but I am actually pretty good at reading social cues! At least, I know that when I do something inappropriate because of people’s reactions. I thought I was good at reading facial expressions until I got to thinking about it and realized that I just don’t know when people change expressions. I will stare at someone’s face to maintain eye contact, but I have no clue why expression they’re making because I’m not paying attention. I think I’d be good at reading expressions in theory but I don’t know because I just don’t pay attention to expressions.

Anyways, I had big meltdown at college and got diagnosed with Bipolar disorder. I moved back home and got to know my younger siblings (C and D) better as they were only 10-11 when I left for college and were now 14-15. D had recently been diagnosed with autism and mental disorders is one of her special interests. I’m also obsessed with mental disorders, so we bonded a lot over that. And I learned way more about autism from her.

Okay, now it’s almost 3 am so I’m gonna try to sum up the rest quickly. I had serious mental health issues after coming home, so I ended up getting all the above diagnosis from various doctors and therapists. But I never felt like they were right? I guess? I definitely have manic episodes so I definitely have Bipolar disorder, but it’s like, okay so when I’m making a drink at work and I have to do it the “correct way” and if I miss a step I have to start over and that’s my OCD, and then when I can’t focus to conversations or forget details that’s my ADHD and when I have meltdowns over nothing and get super overwhelmed and can’t talk, that’s my BPD or my bipolar disorder, and it’s just exhausting to juggle around all these labels to explain everything. I was watching someone talk about when you get a bunch of diagnosis like that it probably means you actually just have one disorder that people are misdiagnosing as other disorders. But I could never figure out that One True Diagnosis. Because I definitely have bipolar disorder, but also something else is going on.

My therapist has suggested that perhaps I like to collect these diagnosises because my mom gave special treatment to my siblings with autism and thus I grew up thinking that a diagnosis meant getting love from my mother. But my mom doesn’t give me special treatment for my bipolar disorder or OCD or ADHD or Dsylexia so I’m subconsciously trying to get new disorders to find the one that will make her love me. I’m paraphrasing here, but the theory definitely holds up. But I also feel like if I had been an only child, I would be convinced I had autism by this age. Because I relate so much to autism content and I do show a lot of signs of autism. But it’s so mild compared to my autistic siblings so I don’t know if I actually have it.

I did get assessed for it once. It was a few months back. I was talking to someone online and mentioned having ADHD and three siblings with autism. They were basically like “hey, girlie, hate to break it to you, but if you’ve been diagnosed with ADHD and three of your siblings have autism, chances are, you do too.” It was the first time anyone had just plainly suggested that I might have autism (in a non-disgusted manner) and it definitely sent me spiraling. I was taking those “am I autistic” quizzes and reading the DSM-5 and everything. Even though the quizzes said that I might have autism, I wasn’t really convinced. But I thought it wouldn’t hurt to get assessed.

So I did, and the psychiatrist met with me and was like “why do you want to be assessed” and I was like “well, I’ve been diagnosed with ADHD but also three of my four siblings have autism, so…” and she gave me some questionnaires to take home. One for me and three for “friends and family.” But the questionnaires were clearly meant for parents of young children and not adults and their “friends and family.” Also my only friends are my family, and I’ve always been the “normal one” (although C is really now the “normal one” since I’m so bipolar). So the whole thing was a disaster. I was also horribly depressed at the time, so I’m the next few times I saw that psychiatrist, we mostly talked about that. She didn’t give me any sort of test?? But I guess the interview and the questionnaires were the test. In the end she was like “well, one things for sure, you definitely have bipolar disorder, okay bye” so I guess she determined that I didn’t have autism. So yeah, guess I don’t have it.

I don’t know. I guess maybe I want to have autism because of my mom? But also me having autism would explain so much. I wouldn’t have to juggle around so many labels. I’d just be a person who has bipolar disorder and autism. I weirdly think that my bipolar disorder is so, you know, disorder-y that when doctors look at how my life is disordered, all they see is the mania and the depression. But do I bite my wrist when I get stressed and flap my hands when I get excited because of bipolar disorder? Do I shut down when someone in my schedule changes because of bipolar disorder? Do I unintentionally piss people off all the ticking time because of bipolar disorder. Okay, maybe yes to the last one, but I feel like everyone looks at me and is like “that person is weird” and I wish I could be like “yeah, I have autism, I don’t care if you think I’m weird.” But I guess I don’t have autism. Cause the psychiatrist just said Bipolar. I don’t know.

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

My GTA V Online Random Snapshot/Screenshot/Video [Jan 13th, 2023]

Hello, and welcome to my installment of Random Snapshot/Screenshot/Video in GTA V Online. Yup, I add ANOTHER part of my random media. Hehe!😁

• And in my first random post of 2023, I found something that I need.... *rubbing my hands* Hehehe... 👏😏

But before that, if you haven't watched by previous random post, then please [CLICK ME!].

My Recorded video (via XBOX Game Bar) ⏺️🎮🖥️: [Pls watch.] ↑

• Well, the snowy day is out, and everything is back to normal. Anyways, I'm now at the Palmer-Taylor Power Station to show you something interesting. You could see the icon of the "gun van", and this person sells existing weapons that you've already seen before, including armor vests & throwables. 🔫🦺🚛🧑 Except one, however, and that's the portable devastating "Railgun" ⚡🔫! That's right, we're now finally getting our hands on the futuristic "Railgun" in our online world (I meant, GTA V Online) after a LONG years of waiting & rumors spread. In fact, this energy blaster appeared a long, long, LONG time ago before the debut of the online version (specifically in 2013). Originally, this can be found in adversary modes, mission sessions, and also free roam missions, but we can't keep it in the free mode until 2023. So yeah, we've been waiting for nine "freaking" years 🗓️ (not ten) to purchase our own railgun from a guy who sells weapons at the back of the van.

• And, how much the Railgun cost? GTA$ 657,000! (others say GTA$ 730,000) It's freakingly expensive 😮💵, but, I'm happy to oblige. The railgun's ammo cost GTA$ 900 each, and it's capable of 20 shots. Mmmm... It's not bad. I also buy the "Combat Shotgun" 🔫 w/ suppressor & a flashlight, and also a "Knife" 🗡️because everyone wants a go silent throat kill with a knife, right? Anyway, once I owned a Railgun, it is now permanent in my weapon wheel. And if I need a reload my railgun then I could go to my "Interaction Menu" (by pressing "M" on the keyboard or holding the "Select" button on the controller) & select "Ammo".

Overall:

• Is it worth the wait for the Railgun in our weapon wheel? Absolutely! 😃 Again, we've been waiting for so long & our wishlist was granted by the developers. This could be an alternative solution just in case our Mk II weapons w/ explosive Ammos are rung out. And yes, this could be worst for griefers, tryhards, hackers, cheaters & other toxic players when using a Railgun. (they have "No Responsibility" 😡) *Sigh* I would prefer to stay away from players wielding a Railgun by switching "Passive". I would rather go "Solo" & enjoy wielding my own, thank you very much.��

Important Note: If you want a buy the Railgun, then this video might help for you → [CLICK ME! #1]. And if you want to go deeper info (about the Railgun), then please [CLICK ME! #2], [CLICK ME! #3], [CLICK ME! #4].

Well, that’s all for now. And If you want to see my previous car prize, and more, then please → [CLICK ME!]. 😉

(Where do all the links go you may ask? I made a post about all GTA V Online-related links. This will prevent error save drafts, in my future post. Plus, I’m always updating my link post.)

Tagged: @bryan360, @leapant, @carmenramcat

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[narcissa-black-supermacy]

Please tell me more about the whole generational trauma thing, cause its not talked about enough and I'm genuinely interested in what else you have to say about this <3

tumblr swallowed my entire reply :'') so i'm starting over and hopefully this time it will be shorter and more to the point

for the sake of this post, I am diving the characters into the following generations:

GT Gen (Golden Trio): Harry and his friends, Draco, the Weasley kids, Nymphadora etc

M Gen (Marauders): The MWPP, Black sisters, Snape, Lucius Malfoy etc

TR Gen (Tom Riddle): Riddle, Wal & Orion and their siblings, Abraxas Malfoy, Lyall Lupin, Effie and Monty Potter

E Gen (Elders): Dumbldore, Pollux and Arcturus Black, etc

There are several aspects to the kind of trauma I am talking about. There are more, of course, but I believe these are the main ones:

The Witch Hunts: often brushed off and disregarded as irrelevant due to how "old" they are. However, witch hunts in the UK haven't ended until the very end of 17th century/beginning of 18th. It was a literal genocide by the entire muggle population of Europe against a tiny minority of Wizarding families, so much bigger than all the wars put together. Considering we are told that the average life expectancy for wizards is much older than muggles (between 120 and 140 I believe, but in PS we are also told there are wizards as old as 500 and 700), the TR and E generations would grow up in families who still remember that. They are told stories how their great grandparents were burned at the stake. It's a lot of cultural and historic baggage for any family who lived through that and survived.

20th Century Wars: The Global Wizarding War (1910 to 1945); the First Wizarding War (1970 to 1981); the Second Wizarding War (1995 to 1998 on paper, but in reality the fear in tensions never really disappeared between 81 and 95). This goes beyond just terror and murder, this is persecution of followers (think of DEs knocking on every pure-blood's door like ding dong do you have a minute to talk about our Lord and Savior), this is living in constant fear that your loved ones might not return home, and certain generations (like Gen TR) literally knew no peaceful time at all, they were just tossed from one war to another.

Bloody Purity Culture: Stems from point 1 - witch hunts. This is the most by-the-book, typical, generational trauma response on a larger scale. When a minority group gets persecuted to the point of near genocide, the most natural reaction is to be hostile to the "oppressor" group and to distance yourself as far away as possible. The obsession with blood purity is deeply routed in the fear that if they let muggle-born kids in and muggles find out about the Wizarding World once more, history might repeat itself. Gens like E and TR have actual living relatives who still remember that.

Physical and Corporal Punishment at School and at Home: as I talked about it more deeply in the original post, it is mentioned by Filch that just like in the muggle world, Hogwarts had a corporal punishment system for a pretty big chunk of the 20th century. Phineas Nigellus Black was actually the Headmaster up until 1925, so it is likely that he either enstalled these laws, or enforced existing ones, which hints that the situation at home for most families like the Blacks was not any easier.

Use of Unforgivables at Home for Punishment/Training: The Unforgivable Curses actually were not categorized as such up until early 18th century, so the parents and grand parents of Gen E grew up with Unforgivables being used freely at home if not for punishment, then at least for resistance training. This kind of practice does not just die out upon being outlawed, it usually takes several generations, so we can safely assumed that Gen E and TR both grew up with curses like Cruciatus and Imperius being used at home at least for durability training, especially considering they were growing up in times of war.

So since I am a big fan of visual data, I even made an Excel table for you:

As you can see, Gens E and TR are the peak of generational trauma in this timeline. Especially TR, who lived through all three wars, fought in two of them at least, and also witnessed living memory of witch hunts, corporal punishment at schools and use of Unforgivables at home. It is no coincidence that Tom Riddle came exactly from this generation.

The thing about generational trauma that most people don't realise, is that when you grow up in a war, it's not just you - it's everyone, so nobody ever gets treated. When everybody has PTSD, then nobody really has PTSD, right?

These things leave lots of issues in people, each reacts in their own way to it, and this does not go away with one generation, even with lots of hard work and treatment, which neither generation ever got, except for maybe GT when it's finally all over.

This is why I'm so against painting characters like Dumbledore or the elder Blacks as strictly bad - these are deeply traumatised generations that carry previous gen's burdens as well as their own, they never had the chance to get treated, and it reflects on their kids as well.

[madness-in-the-flesh]

Ngl, being Anon is hard. I've never done it before until your blog and I'm this close to revealing myself to you in DM or something.

However, I will keep going for a bit ^^ I love requesting for you, although I'd hate to over do it.

This concept has been bouncing around in my head.

Think of the size difference with Yandere! Mag Agents. They could carry you around everywhere and you couldn't disagree.

I was mainly thinking Mag Agent Torture or any of the other variations (v1 - v4) but Mag Hank could technically use height/size to his advantage with a Darling. Intimidation and stuff, y'know?

Idk, do what you will with this info! Drabble or no I kinda want to see your thoughts if you do Mags.

- 💜

Do whatever you'd like and feel comfortable with. If you feel comfortable talking to me in dms but don't want to come off anon when requesting, go ahead +) I 100% understand and if not, Then I 100% understand too! but in the end it's entirely up to you and what you feel comfortable / happy with! I'm just excited to get the chance to know you via anon because your really sweet and I love seeing you in my ask box !! <3

I'm very happy to hear you love requesting from me though +) means a lot to hear and your requests are always fun to write!

I HAVE to agree w/ you though. You bet the Mags would 100% abuse their size but also they probably like holding you like a child with a teddy bear. I couldn't disagree even if I wanted to because then each Mag would pick me up by my ankles and swing me around and throw me like a hammer toss.

Okay so originally I had headcannons AND a short paragraph at the end written for a good couple mags in game yesterday but Tumblr decided " wouldn't it be funny if we reloaded this post JUST before posting the finished thing " so I'm just gonna write a quick thing for Mag Hank, hope that's cool +') I might rewrite the stuff I had in future tho.

MAG! HANK DRABBLE

GENRE - ROMANTIC / PLATONIC

TRIGGER WARNING - Intimidation, manipulation, kidnapping implied,

Not much you can do when you're backed into a corner like a frightened kitten and that mean ol’ dog that’s been chasing you all over Nevada, and now the enclosure he made for you out of love suddenly decides to rear its ugly head. With the current state of everything, it didn’t surprise you. 

You tried to press yourself into the wall as much as possible as if somehow you’d shrink into the behind, turning to sludge and moulding into the wall. Maybe in a better place but it only made more room for the large Mag to close in. Hank had been… different ever since the magnification took place. His whole temperament was thrown off and was a lot more animalistic. Possessive. Where once that security he felt because he knew no one was better than him: But no need for you to interact with others, was now replaced with the need to be the only one you interacted with. The only one who could lay eyes on you, touch you, breathe you in and exhale your aura. He adored you. 

The shadow looming over your retreating form was enough to establish himself. Intimidating you, perhaps he wasn’t receptive. After all Hank’s intelligence had… gone down considerably, favouring his newfound brute strength over any previous strategy. Then again, his endurance had gone up considerably since then. Maybe he had just decided that a game plan was for the frail. For someone like you, trying to crawl away from him. A futile attempt at your own little escape.

The next action solidified that he was well aware of the effect this new stature had on you. Reaching down with his right arm, The one that was of crimson, matching that of dried blood decorated with strange spikes protruding out of his shoulders and strange orange stripes going down the outside. It was otherworldly and even more reason to get as far away as possible. 

He wrapped it around you and roughly grappled you into his arms. He didn’t say anything, Just beginning to walk off and through the “ home ” he set up for you and him. You struggled and wiggled in his grasp, hoping to escape but your blood ran cold when you watched the shadow of his head rear over you. Looking up, He was staring at you. 

You could feel his chest rumble as he began to let out a low growl. It was deep, gravely and carnal. You didn’t know why you felt so intimidating but the looming dread that suddenly filled the atmosphere. Maybe it was the deathly quiet combined with the silent mountain of a man finally making his first vocal response since you had begun the chase, hours ago. In all that time running, climbing and doing everything to get away from him, He never made one comment. 

His face never gave anything away thanks to the headgear, but you could only imagine the cold stare he was giving you. Invisible eyes glared daggers that stabbed into your skin, pricking you with every little blade as you turned away. With some failed attempt at shielding yourself from all the tiny cuts, beginning to sting you with fear. The feeling of your heart beating terror acted as the tempo for hank’s footsteps as he began to walk again, heavy footsteps calling into the white noise around the place. Empty and cold, Only making you feel more afraid for your safety. It only made your coercion so much easier. Hank was happy with this. 

You were so much easier to handle when you were afraid.

[cheesy-mak]

Finally got the motivation to do this! Makanendez oneshot (probably unless requested for more) coming through your way!

Title: "Cigarettes and War."

Trope//Prompt: Rivals to lovers(?)

Characters: Vladimir Makarov/Raul Menendez

I actually wrote about this in my notebook a bit ago, may take some bits from that. First time writing a fic on Tumblr! (Also, forgive me if Menendez or Makarov is a bit or ENTIRELY OOC, I still need to watch through a good majority of BO2 and get used to writing Mak :'') )

Also, he has a room of his own that's nicely protected, but not in the beginning of this fic >:)

Menendez woke up, and strangely, it wasn't to the sight of the light shining through his window in the early morning. In fact, he instead woke up to darkness. The only light luminating his room was from the moon outside. This wasn't normal. He never woke up this late in the night. He doesn't even know what time it is, but considering how groggy he feels, he knows it hasn't been 2 hours since he slept.

He knew something was off. And he knew that off feeling he had wasn't good. He looked out the window of his room and wondered what woke him up, perhaps the noise of a bird hitting the glass of his window woke him up? That can't be, that'd be stupid. Though he has heard that you could wake up if someone you don't know is around you. He sighed and groaned, staring up at his ceiling for a moment before slowly getting up from his bed, unsure on what to do.

It was then that he smelled the scent of smoke. The type of smoke you get from cigarettes. It was the scent of freshly lit cigarettes, and he could see the smoke from outside on his balcony through the window. Someone was on his balcony. But how can that be? His home was strongly protected, how could his men let someone climb up? Unless, that someone took down his men. Shit, so someone is on his balcony, and the men who were protecting his home were dead. Just great.

He sighed once more in annoyance. "Could've came here in the morning, when I'm not trying to sleep," he angrily grumbled as he looked in his drawer and grabbed his pistol which he prepared if a situation like this were to ever happen. He checked the magazine and luckily it was fully reloaded.

He slowly stood up from his bed and sneakily went to his balcony door which was closed. He braced himself and slowly opened the door and quickly rushed in and pointed the gun at where he thought the intruder would be. "You have to be more sneakier than this, I could see the smoke from inside."

He thought it was some stranger that decided to try and kill him, or an American soldier who thought it was great to have a smoke break right outside of his room, but since he was still mostly groggy, he didn't realize it was someone he fought with for a long time.

"Menendez.. It's been such a while since we've met. When was it, on the battlefield?"

He took a moment to process who he was talking to, and his eyes widened as he realized who it was. It was his enemy, his rival. They weren't exactly enemies but they weren't allies either, they talked through radios and phones a lot for enemies, but most conversations were full of insults, threats and a sprinkle of anger.

"..Makarov?- Vladimir Makarov.. What is someone like you doing here?!-" He kept his guard up as the russian warcriminal in front of him smoked a bit more before dropping the cigarette bud and crushing it under his shoe. "I came here, to you, to ask you something. And also," he looks down below from the balcony and under them laid the bodies of his men and also a rope that hung down and was hooked to the edge of said balcony. "I knocked out your men to get up here, was really easy."

"Not surprised someone like you could take them out easily, and I heard you want to ask something. Ask, or in ten seconds you're dead!" Menendez commanded, his gun still up and pointed towards Makarov. The other stayed calm and leaned against the railing, as he looked out to the view. "I feel like we should, stop fighting. I've heard of what your little army is fighting for, you want revenge for what they've done, to you, and to your sister." Menendez's brows furrowed, he was easily losing his patience. "Get on with it, don't try to delay your fate."

"I'm not, Raul! What I want to say is.. I want to help you. I want to help you grow your army, make your plan known to the world and get others to help you, either willingly or not." Makarov then turned to Menendez, his back leaned against the railing as his green and blue eyes shone lightly as it reflected the moonlight.

Menendez was surprised, he didn't know if it was the pleasant type or not. He couldn't believe him, not yet. "How can I believe you? You could be trying to kill me!" Makarov's expression looked a little upset when he said that. "Please trust me. You've heard of my work, haven't you? I can do you wonders.." Makarov said, silently panicking inside since it looks like Menendez is tired of his shit.

Menendez thought for a bit before then putting his pistol down to show that he doesn't wish to be aggressive. He was then proposed with a choice, to recruit Makarov into his army or to not. He can kill him right now and there. He then made a final choice, to recruit Makarov. "Fine, but you will only be helping me. Anything funny and you're dead, you hear me?" Makarov smiled softly, seemed like he was pretty happy.

"So, can I stay here? I'm too tired to go back."

"Of course you are, and there's a guest bedroom downstairs, just sleep in there for now I guess.." Menendez went back into his room as Makarov followed behind him to go downstairs from his room. "So, goodnight? I'll see you in the morning and hope that none of your men come in and kill me in my sleep." Makarov simply left his room and closed the door, now Menendez was alone again. He sighed and flopped onto his bed and curled up in his blanket. "..How the fuck did I even get here, how did this happen." He asked himself, just tired of everything. He quickly dozed off, questioning how he's going to explain to Cordis Die in the morning.

A/N : I'm sorry if this is pretty short, I kinda lost the motivation close to the end. I hope you like this though! May write more in the future.

[shotorozu]

“you didn’t think getting a classmate thrown at you would cause you to choke in silence— and by some miracle, todoroki is the first one to catch on.”

legend : [Y/N = your name] f!reader with they/them pronouns, all might’s daughter reader, reader has a telekinesis quirk

warnings : swearing because of bakugou, choking, if you ever hit your windpipe and you start choking, get help right away!

notes : i’m trying a new format for fics! (and drabbles) idk why i’m going on a todoroki dump lately, it’s his birthday after all. ALSO I WAS ALMOST DONE BUT GRRR TUMBLR RELOADED. i was so mad lol. so i don’t really like this but DONT WORRY!! i’m making another fic.

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It’s been almost 4 months since your first year at UA had started, and you’d think by now— you would’ve gotten used to all the hectic things that had to come.

Nope, not in the slightest bit.

Though you do love the class, and you enjoy being around them since they all seem like nice people, (minus one person) the class itself goes haywire with their frenzied energies.

Sometimes you wonder if you’re able to keep up with them, since they all have such excentric and unique personalities. They somehow manage to keep the room’s atmosphere lifted up with their voices, that are accompanied by lighthearted jokes.

But today, it seemed to be out of your favor.

You’re in your seat, recalling what your father— All Might, had said about your progression, and how he planned on helping you work with your quirk more.

Needless to say, you’re quite delighted to hear that your father wants to pay more attention to you, since he was mostly just focusing on Midoriya.

But your train of thought is cut short when you see Mineta fly towards your way, practically knocking into your entire front, and jamming into your windpipe— as it bounces from you and towards the wall.

“Damn grape fruit, learn some fucking decency for once,” You can hear Bakugou call out to him, and you can assume it was him that decided to throw your classmate at you

“Sorry, Y/N!” Kirishima calls out to you, noticing how his hot headed friend chucked the short, and purple haired classmate towards your direction.

You try to play it off cool, since you can’t even be mad. Even though Bakugou’s quite a spiteful person, he probably didn’t mean to throw Mineta at you.

Your seatmate, Todoroki looks at you as if like he was analysizing you. His mismatched gaze locked onto you with concern, I mean.. how could he not? Mineta has been thrown on you.

The air escapes you for a moment, and you try to breathe in to counter it. But it doesn’t work, as it became futile.

You blink, and you try again— trying your best to just breathe damnit, you’re questioning what’s all of this for? And it feels like you’re suffocating.

It’s all very sudden too, and without any warning. You can practically the way your heart hammers against your chest violently, and you try your best to not make too many movements. Okay, just breathe Y/N, am I having an attack right now? It really can’t be, can it?

You grasp your chair as you need something to grip on— facing yourself away to prevent any attention to be drawn towards you, since that’s the last thing you want. Every second that passes, it gets even more difficult to take in the air, and it feels like your life actually slipping away from your grasps.

Was it even possible to choke from getting your windpipe hit by Mineta? You never thought it would happen to you, since your quirk allows you to protect yourself— curses. What would your dad think of this? It’s not like you expected this to happen in a classroom.

A calm voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and suddenly you feel a cool hand press against your nape— “Did you hurt your windpipe, L/N?”

Todoroki’s eyes scan over your facial features calmly, noting about every single red flag that’s shown on your face, that’s practically screaming for something

You feel shame course out your entire body due to the situation, but you nod— still unable to accumulate proper words due to the current situation

The dual quirk user says nothing. However, his actions are quick, moving infront of you to shield you from any attention. His other hand resting against your back— proping you up right, so your position on the chair isn’t hunched uncomfortably.

His hand caresses your back up and down, giving out instructions for your labored breathing— “Breathe in,” he commands calmly, activating his quirk in hopes of aiding you “Breathe out,”

You finally manage to get in some air, inhaling through your mouth, and sharply exhaling the air back out. It feels so good to be able to breathe again, and you’re confident that after this— you won’t take it for granted again.

Unfortunately, the situation hadn’t been discreet enough— as it managed to grasp the attention of Midoriya and Yaoyorozu, they crowd at your desk. Asking Todoroki if there’s an issue, concern lacing their tones.

But you’re overwhelmed, eyes threatening to close. Your body slumping against your desk, and you fall unconscious.

—

It was interesting describing the situation to Recovery Girl, and also to your father.

All Might being concerned was an understatement. He was concerned about how it happened, and how he could’ve prevented the situation if he was there. (But he’s not to blame, at all.)

Briefly after you fell unconscious, attention was gravitated towards you— as everyone was clearly concerned. Then, you were dragged to Recovery Girl by two of your classmates; Kirishima and Midoriya, since Midoriya couldn’t stop rambling about his concern towards you.

“Your windpipe got hit, and the impact blocked it.” Recovery Girl explains, briefly after using her quirk on you “And it appeared to be that you’ve gotten the wind knocked out of you. Good grief, who throws people in classrooms? I could give them a scolding right now.” Recovery Girl rants.

You wince at the problem, “Ah.. there’s no need for that. I’d suppose it’s partially my fault for having my guard down.” You grin, but she doesn’t look amused.

Recovery Girl can only sigh, placing a hand on your shoulder. It’s her way of comfort, you’d guess. “Either way, it was still careless of them. I’d go on and on, but for now, you just need to rest right here— you were overwhelmed back there so it’s important to get some rest.”

Recovery Girl’s partially right. So after resting for a little bit longer, you finally leave the infirmary. But you flinch in surprise; a little startled when you meet Todoroki— who’s leaning right behind the door.

“Ah, Todoroki,” You wave at him, and.. you honestly don’t know where to start. Especially after the classroom situation. “I want to apologize about what happened back there. You didn’t need to do that.”

He shakes his head, “It’s alright, L/N. It’s.. what I had to do anyway.” His brows furrow, remembering what happened back in the classroom.

“Besides that.. are you okay? You didn’t damage your throat, did you?”

You laugh, and it may or may not have been in attempt to make the situation light hearted. “My windpipe got blocked, and apparently, I got the wind knocked right out of me! I didn’t know there was an actual name for that! I should really be cautious next time.”

His lips turn up, and he releases a short chuckle— “I suppose it’s a learning lesson for both parties.”

The walk back is.. rather shameful. How were you supposed to go back there, almost as if you didn’t nearly die? choked? The lack of conversation is painful on your ears, and partially on your ego since the silence is almost awkward.

You don’t know what he’s thinking.

“So!” You decide to break the silence, heterochromatic eyes laid on you as he awaited your response. “What do you mean by.. both parties?”

“Well.. you did say you wanted to be cautious more. Which I get, even though you shouldn’t be that cautious in the first place— since it’s not your fault,” Todoroki stares at his feet momentarily, finding his words.

“And both parties because.. I should’ve asked you if you were okay when I saw Mineta get thrown at you,” His expression crumples up, grimacing when he suddenly remembers that exact moment, he should’ve helped them. “I noticed you were choking a little too late.” He mutters.

Like.. how can he stare at you all the time, and just suddenly not notice you choke?

Your feet stop in it’s place, and you shake your head— “You’re so hard on yourself,” you comment, looking up at the ceilings. “Again, it’s not your fault. I was trying to be discrete— y’know!”

“I don’t want you to feel like you should hide anything from me.” He tilts his head to the side, eyes boring into your own.

Blinking, you think over his words— “I’ll keep that in mind.” You’re taken a back by the bluntness in his tone,

“Anyways, thank you, Todoroki. I.. wish I could pay you back somehow.” You pat him on the back, his heart hammering against his chest when you lean in to do so. It’s doing that again.

You turn your back against him, as you start walking even closer to the classroom— and before you can have your hand on the door, he calls out.

“Shouto.”

“..What?” You ask, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“You can start by calling me that,” He offers you one of his one of a kind smiles, something that feels so genuine— full of authentic gratification.

An uncontrollable smile breaks through your face, and you immediately turn away to hide away the flustered expression that is your current state “If you say so.”

Choking in class because someone was thrown at you is definitely not your proudest moment as Y/N Yagi, but.. you’ve definitely gotten something out of it.

Shouto speaks once again. “Oh and.. why wouldn’t I help you? That’s just watching someone die.”

You wince, realizing that Shouto’s correct. Why wouldn’t he help you?

bonus : mineta got flamed by everyone afterwards— including a serious talk from recovery girl, and all might. even though it wasn’t inheritantly his fault that you almost died in class lol

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tldr : Y/N gets folded by mineta bc bakugou threw him at you by accident,

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing.

do not plagiarize my work :))

[uno-writing]

🥨 hi, I haven’t sent any asks in awhile bc I noticed you weren’t answering many asks at the time and I didn’t want to add to the pile of asks you’d have to answer later. I get that you like answering these but I get overwhelmed when my projects start piling up, even if it’s something I enjoy. So yeah, I decided to wait for a bit until you answered some more asks.

I actually haven’t read most of your recent posts yet so this could have already been asked, and I’m only like 97% sure that I haven’t sent this in myself yet, but what if Remi or Blyke were caught being a vigilante and sent to readjustment classes? (I doubt John would b happy abt that >.>)

also the ask box was being weird on me so I reloaded my tab, but I had to copy/paste my ask so it wouldn’t be deleted. That’s why it looks weird. actually idk if it’ll look weird when u see it but it’s got a line next to it on my screen which it didn’t have b4. (I’m new to tumblr so that’s why I sound like a grandma trying to use them YouToks and TikTubes >.>)

- Pretzel Anon 🥨

Oh thank you🥺🥺 That’s very considerate. I don’t mind if you go ahead and send things in, it doesn’t really stress me out as long as no one’s trying to rush me or anything. Thank you though, I really appreciate it🥺🥺

And don’t worry, it’s just indented. Tumblr does that sometimes when you copy and paste stuff😉 (i say confidently as someone who is also like a boomer when it comes to technology lmao🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋🥨🥬🍦🍧🧊🐇🍩🥖

*I’m gonna say it’s Blyke that gets sent considering he’s the only one who actually got caught by the news (i think. I remember remi having plans to get the news’ attention but i don’t remember it actually happening. I might be wrong tho)

*So basically Blyke and John are out on a run when the police approach them

*At first John’s like ‘oh shit they’re here for me’

*And then they start talking to Blyke and they start arresting him and John’s like ‘oH SHIT THEY’RE NOT HERE FOR ME’

*So John’s asking what it’s about and trying to figure out what’s going on while also thinking of ways to help Blyke out of this

*And then the police say how his charge is vigilantism and John just kinda panics

*Bc yeah, Blyke told him about being a vigilante and John gave him so much shit for doing that just to get strong enough to kick his ass

*But he didn’t think Blyke got caught

*So Blyke gets taken away and put in a holding cell for the night

*John really panics once he hears that Blyke’s going to the readjustment classes

*His brain is firing at a mile a minute and he tries to think of a way for Blyke to get out of it but also thinking of tips to help Blyke get through it worst case scenario

*It ends with John going to the police station to see Blyke before he’s taken to the classes and he runs into Keon, literally

*Keon’s completely shocked bc John’s always been so careful since his classes but now John just bumped into him and now he’s glaring him down

*John doesn’t even have to say anything bc it’s very obvious the he’s letting Keon know that he could ruin him if he needs to

*Blyke ends up only having 1 week of readjustment classes and when he gets out he says he was just left alone for a long time

*John kinda feels really powerful bc while he knows logically his run in with Keon didn’t change anything, he feels like it did at least a little bit

[saintobio]

hello !! this was such a good chapter 😩 i have no regrets reading it first thing in the morning HAHAHAHA

i just wanted to say that it’s so funny how like,, the stuff gojo’s been complaining about the way he’s being treated this chapter,,,, is exactly the same way he’s been treating yn the entire time,,,,,, but he’s not ready for that conversation🤡📸

AND THE BORA BORA THING !!!! miss girl that whole interaction had me missing toji so bad i reread every scene in the givenchy store just to be called mrs zenin again 🤓

thank u for this long, beautiful chapter ai! and please get some rest :( i was reading through your asks the other day, and now i just wanted to let u know that i (and i’m sure others too) don’t mind waiting for you if you ever decide to take a break for the sake of your health ok :( please take care of urself!!

@tobeeeoh said

Heyyyy thanks for the new update of SN!! AMAZINGGGG CHAPTER AS ALWAYS HNGGGHH😭 istg sera always comes in at the worst time ASSDHSHAKAL

the one when y/n deleted her photo from gojo's phone left a crack on ma heart. GOJO WOULDNT BE ABLE TO SEE HER PHOTO IF SHE LEAVES AND HE DESERVES IT😤😤

okay now i read your schedule and AGAIN!! pls find time to rest and take care of yourself hun❤️

@brokennerdalert said

Where to begin with Satoru? I cant even with him! I mean he's getting better(kinda? Bitch doesn't know what he wants. He needs to make up his mind) I have to say it but I lowkey hope something happens and MC ends up with Toji. And Satoru will come groveling back and MC being the QUEEN she is, is gonna be like 'ew. no bitch, be gone' And then he dies alone. The End

@atsumusoup said

Gojo got some mad mommy issues 😮‍💨 but ig I understand 🙄 very much looking forward to that Bora Bora trip for some dramarama tho 😗

@miyarins said

we really said girl boss this chapter <3

but your power to make me feel such emotions is immaculate. i love u

@lcveaesop said

HELLO??? THE NEWST CHAPTER?? HELLO??

GAAAAA i'll make this quick ik there's gonna be alot soon in your inbox but i just wanted to say i really really REALLY LOVED THIS CHAPTER FOR A LOT OF REASONS!

We got to see more of gojo's pov, y/n's conflicting feelings as to how to treat him (WE'RE CONTEMPLATING SELF-RESPECTIVE DECISIONS Y'ALL) sera can suck ass, and oh my gof sowiaja the childhood scene😭😭 (im a sucker for childhood aus and this hit the spot) lots of thoughts for your series, i truly didn't mind thw wait! good job but pls don't pressure yourself to write more!

@burguhndy said

I was out here reloading my feed waITING FOR THIS!!! the TWO SMUT SCENES????? GOJO BEING NICE??? SERA BEING THROWN TO THE SIDE LIKE THE MISTRESS SHE IS 😭 ???

the funniest part was that i started reading this fic on google chrome whenever id search random jjk fics to read but i got so intrigued that i downloaded tumblr and made an account to keep up like 😭😭 i feel 13 again

ALSO ALSO hope youre doing well! You are a great writer and i hope you are getting rest. Please dont listen to those mean ass anons, they obviously don’t understand that you’re a real person with real shit to do in life. Anyways bye <3

@dumplingzumispam said

as someone who's been in mc in a gojo sera relationship (minus the marriage and getting together before gojo sera),, it kind of hurts when people call her dumb or they say why can't she leave lmfao😭 like i wish it were that easy tbh,, especially when they're consistently hot and cold but choose to prioritize the side once they come back in the picture

they build you up and make you think you're the only one in their eyes just to bring it down with some genuine act of love towards the side.. it's like a constant battle between mind over heart where yk u should leave but u want to stay in hopes that things will get better

also,, take ur time with the updates :) prioritize ur health whether it is physical or mental🖤 u should come first before writing,, we care about u and ur wellbeing 😚 it's okay if we gotta wait a long time bc regardless of how long it takes u to post,, ur works are true masterpieces

HELLO BESTIES <333 thanks sm for reading the last chapter and i am sosoo glad that u guys liked it !! i loved reading these reactions and feedback :’) and i will def need to rest moreeee hhhhhh

[beewolfwrites]

And When I am Formulated, Sprawling on a Pin - Chapter Three: A New Alliance

Both Chishiya x OC or a Chishiya x Reader depending on how you wish to read it.

You can find this - along with the first and second chapters - on AO3 here. The formatting is a little better on AO3, but it’s here if you prefer Tumblr :) 

Thanks for reading! 

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According to the phone I had picked up in the Jack in the Box game, I had an eight-day visa. That could only mean that the card number of each game was equivalent to the number of days you were awarded on your visa. And the suits? Well, I still hadn’t figured that out just yet.

It was eight days of calm… eight days of sleeping away the burnt singe that came with every breath, and the taste of smoke that lingered on my tongue. But it was eight days that I couldn’t have let go to waste. The day after my win, I visited a deserted bookstore and swiped several Japanese language textbooks off the shelves. I hated the idea of stealing them as they were luxuries, but it wasn’t as if I could pay for them either. Money had no value in this strange, gruesome world.

I picked out the textbooks that I hadn’t been able to afford in my previous life and spent eight days cramming my head with as much Japanese as I could. If I was going to survive, I couldn’t keep going into games with a scrambled-up knowledge of the rules.

But naturally, eight days isn’t enough to learn a language, and far too quickly, my visa was due to expire.

This time, when I left the apartment, I walked further from the city centre to see if the games were spread out right across Tokyo or confined to a limited space. Then I stopped in the middle of the street, the cool night air whipping around me.

A light glared bright on the horizon.

Here we go again.

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The apartment complex was around seven storeys in height, each floor glaring under blue strip lights. Following the signs once more, I walked up a set of stairs and through the entrance to find ten other figures stood around waiting. A few of them looked at me curiously, probably trying to suss out whether I was new to this or not. Ignoring them, I took a phone from the table in the centre of the room.

‘FACE REGISTRATION IN PROCESS.

PLEASE WAIT FOR THE GAME TO COMMENCE’

Like always, I snuck my way into a corner and let my eyes drift over the players around me. If our lives were on the line, who could I team up with? Who couldn’t I trust?

Trust nobody.

It was a motley crew. There was girl with bobbed hair doing stretches on the floor, a middle-aged woman still clutching her handbag, two hardened men who looked ready for anything, a peculiar man with a hat, two young women who were clearly best friends, a guy dressed in blue who kept asking what was going on, and –

White Hoodie.

He was staring at me from beneath his hood, with that same arrogant smirk decorating his features.

‘I look forward to seeing you again in another game.’

It was almost as if he had planned this.

His staring stirred something uncomfortable within me, as if I were a creature only just noticing too late the eyes of a predator lurking in the foliage. I nodded at him, hoping he would lose interest. And sure enough, it worked, as his features relaxed and his eyes lowered back to the ground.

I let out a shaky breath. Avoid him. Definitely avoid him.

There were footsteps as two tall young men waltzed through the entrance. They looked a little dishevelled and they glanced around anxiously. But from the way they immediately went to the phones, this wasn’t their first game. The strange man in the hat started talking to them, but I tuned out their voices. I needed to focus on the situation at hand.

‘REGISTRATION CLOSED. THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE.’

The talking hushed as everyone listened closely and peered at their phones.

‘GAME – TAG

DIFFICULTY – FIVE OF SPADES

TIME LIMIT – 20 MINUTES.’

‘RULES –

RUN AWAY FROM THE TAGGER.

FIND THE SAFEZONE IN ONE OF THE ROOMS WITHIN THE TIME LIMIT.

AFTER THIS, THE TIME BOMB HIDDEN IN THE BUILDING WILL EXPLODE.

THE GAME WILL BEGIN IN TWO MINUTES.’

I was almost proud of myself. I had been able to understand more of the grammar this time rather than relying on the select words I could pick up.

The players around me had started moving toward the stairs. And if the game officially began in two minutes, that meant we were able to choose our starting location.

White Hoodie instantly moved towards the elevator, but he was the only one, and I didn’t want to be stuck in there with him.

Instead, I waited a moment, before hopping into the elevator with the two hardened men. Pressing the button for floor seven, I waited for them to choose their floor, but instead they just glanced down at me silently. When the elevator doors opened, I scanned the area for the best place to observe as the two men stepped out in front of me.

A corner would be bes—you’re kidding me.

White Hoodie was in the very corner that I had set my sights on. He was waving, possibly at the two men, possibly at me.

Nope, I thought. I’m not doing this.

I stepped back into the elevator and jabbed the button for floor six. Irritation. That was all I could feel as I made my way to the same corner, one floor down. He’d only gone and taken the safest seat in the house, leaving me no choice but to opt for second-best instead. It’s true, I could’ve taken the seventh-floor corner on the other side of the block, but I’m not sure the two hardened men would’ve wanted a tag along. Perhaps it was stupid or stubborn of me to do this, but I didn’t have the patience to deal with White Hoodie’s psychotic calmness. He would make a smart ally, that’s for sure, but someone like him wouldn’t hesitate to throw someone like me under the bus.

I propped my elbows up on the edge of the walkway, observing the other players as they scattered throughout the building like chess pieces. Some were using the extra time to test the locked doors while they could.

‘Everyone looks like they’re about to die, as usual.’

I groaned and looked up at the ceiling above me. How can I still hear his snarky commentary from all the way down here?

If it weren’t a life-or-death situation, I’d have gone down yet another floor just so I wouldn’t have to listen in. But there was no time for that.

‘GAME START – THE TAGGER IS NOW ON THE MOVE.’

Everyone was silent. I could see them all poised, terrified, waiting, as trumpets filled the air, echoing through the long walkways and staircases. A racing fanfare? I held my breath, waiting for something to happen. For the tagger to make themselves known.

And then, a chime.

The elevator doors opened up. They opened up on floor six – my floor.

My heart jumped at the sight. He was tall, clearly well-built despite being shrouded in a coat. But what was most striking was his head, or should I say, his mask. He was wearing a large mask stylized as a horse head. The racing fanfare suddenly clicked into place… as did something else.

He was holding a submachine gun.

And he was looking right at me.

‘Shit!’

Fueled by adrenaline, I ran to the far edge of the walkway, hoisting myself up onto the balcony as the tagger calmly made his way closer, getting ready to aim. Clasping onto the drainage pipe, which trembled under my weight, I prayed that it wouldn’t collapse to the ground. The metal groaned as I pulled myself up with strength I didn’t know I had.

I heard the bullets before I felt them, a small, sharp whoosh of air that burst across my skin.

I’m almost there! Almost there. Just a little more.

The tagger was leaning out now, growing closer and closer while firing away and missing me only by a hair’s breadth. Soon he’d be close enough to aim properly. Channeling all my energy, I pushed my feet against the pipe joins, trying to pull my body up just a little further.

A hand reached out.

Clinging to the pipe with one arm, I grasped the hand and felt myself being pulled up against the balcony and onto the seventh floor where I rolled to the ground.

The gunshots stopped.

I couldn’t move from where I lay, staring at the roof as I tried to catch my breath. My muscles quivered, shivering with fight or flight.

‘危なかった,’ a familiar voice said. That was dangerous.

My eyes slid over to my rescuer. White Hoodie was leaning against the balcony.

‘でも,’ he continued. ‘感心した.’

I frowned, confused, trying to think back to the textbook I had poured over. The eight days of studying had almost gone to waste.

‘Sorry,’ I said, still a little breathless. ‘I don’t know what that word means.’

He laughed, a short puff of air. ‘It means you’re an idiot,’ he said. ‘You should’ve stayed up here rather than being stubborn.’

I pushed myself up and sat against the wall, as I wasn’t confident I had it in me to stand just yet.

Then, he added, ‘you’re also completely unprepared for a Spades game.’

Oh? So the suit does have something to do with the nature of the games…

I gave him a questioning look, hoping he’d elaborate, but he simply turned around to observe the game going on around us. I didn’t take his dismissal personally. It was hardly the time or place.

It must’ve been a few minutes I spent sitting there before I eventually decided to stand. Now that the adrenaline had passed, my muscles were beginning to ache. But I couldn’t let that keep me from the game; I needed to be able to run if the tagger came up here. I stood next to White Hoodie, observing the players around us.

From the third floor, gunshots and wet gurgled shrieks resounded. Left, right and centre, players flopped, limp as dolls as floor sprayed across the walls. We watched on as the two young women were slaughtered one by one, the second one wasting a perfect opportunity to escape by instead throwing her shoe at the tagger.

‘He was reloading his gun,’ I said, incredulous. ‘She could’ve gotten away so easily.’

Beside me, he made a noise of agreement, then we fell into silence. Even though we only had 20 minutes in total, it seemed to last a lifetime. Things got interesting very quickly when the two disheveled men started running across their floor, one of them shouting that everyone should call out the tagger’s location and help each other.

‘It’s not a bad idea,’ White Hoodie said, ‘but nobody will respond.’

‘You don’t know that,’ I replied. ‘Somebody might.’

At that moment, the girl with the bobbed haircut yelled out, ‘the tagger’s moving! He’s on the fourth level of the central area! Anyone who’s nearby, run!’

At first, I felt a sense of satisfaction that he had been proven wrong. But then the same girl tried to save the middle-aged woman, before leaping off the side of the balcony and climbing a drainpipe with the agility and grace of an expert. I tried not to feel jealous. I tried.

She makes it look so easy. And she did it while dodging all those bullets too.

‘A climber? How interesting…’ White Hoodie mused. Leaning toward me, he added, ‘you see, that’s how you’re supposed to climb things.’

‘Shut up,’ I snapped. ‘I never asked for your opinion.’

He gave me that same condescending look that he had back in the entrance, and I squirmed inside. After that, we returned to silence. I checked the time on my phone. We only had 12 minutes left. It wasn’t long before we needed to head to the safezone, wherever that may be. Eying the guy next to me, I wondered whether he knew exactly where it was but was waiting until the last minute.

Gunshots sounded once again. However, this time they were coming from a floor just below us. The tagger was firing his gun at a door across the walkway on a floor below. In between gunfire, the scared newbie from the beginning peeked his head over the edge of the balcony, before ducking down again in fright.

Something wasn’t right. It was quite a considerable distance for the tagger to shoot, and so far, he had just been shooting anyone he came across at random rather than targeting those on different floors.

Unless… that door behind him.

‘That’s it, isn’t it?’ I said.

White Hoodie nodded and glanced at his phone. He then pulled off his signature hood, revealing his pale hair once more.

‘Should we begin?’

I didn’t like the idea of tagging along behind him, but he seemed to know what he was doing. I clearly couldn’t trust him, but at the same time, he’d helped me up the balcony. He didn’t have to do it, but he had. But then what if it was so he could later use me as a human shield? There were too many what-ifs, and it was impossible to tell whether to consider him an ally.

Up ahead, he stopped. He turned around to where I was still standing, lost in thoughts.

‘Aren’t you coming?’

I won’t trust you, but I’ll stand by you.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked.

He smirked. ‘Chishiya.’

Somehow, it suited him. And it felt more like an alliance now that I knew his name.

I gave a firm nod. ‘I’m coming, Chishiya.’

Jogging to catch up, I followed behind him as we made our way downstairs. The tagger seemed to be on one of the lower floors, but this didn’t make me any less apprehensive as I stayed a few paces behind Chishiya, unable to stop myself from staring at the white tendrils of his hair that blew back in the breeze.

As we approached the door, another familiar face appeared. It was the disheveled one who’d suggested we all work together. Looking at him up-close, he had a friendly, attractive face, but his hair looked like it’d seen better days.

‘I see you noticed it too,’ Chishiya said.

The man nodded, although he looked unsure. His hand rested on the doorknob, but he didn’t seem willing to go any further.

Chishiya raised a brow. ‘Aren’t you going to open it?’

The man glanced between the two of us, then said slowly, ‘if I was the tagger, I’d have just stayed here. There’s something missing in this game, something we haven’t thought about.’

He had a point. There was likely more to this ‘safezone’ than the rules had specified, just like how one of the codes in the Jack in the Box game had been a lie. There was probably a trap hidden somewhere behind the apartment door.

‘That’s probably true,’ Chishiya agreed, then pulling out his phone, added, ‘but there’s no time.’

He also had a point. There was only three minutes of the game left before the bomb detonated and it was game over for everyone.

The man nodded, and slowly opened the door.

I hid behind Chishiya as the three of us quietly entered. The place was just an empty room, with nothing particularly safeabout it. But at the far end, there was another door. That was probably the real safezone. The three of us made to inspect it –

Click.

Chishiya was pushed aside, his body thrown onto mine as we fell to the ground. Deafening gunshots rained everywhere, marring the walls and ceiling.

A second tagger!  

I felt Chishiya’s weight suddenly leave me as he crawled to his knees. Scrambling out of the way, I saw Chishiya hastily pulled a battered Walkman out of his pocket. To my surprise, he pushed it against the second tagger, and electricity juddered from one end, sparks flying.

No, not a Walkman… a taser!

The moment it touched his skin, the tagger spasmed and jerked before dropping to the ground. Beside me, Chishiya climbed to his feet and offered a hand to pull me up. Together, the three of us stared in amazement between the converted taser and the still body on the floor.

Chishiya inspected his weapon. ‘It’s good to come prepared—’

Bullets burst through the air, the room glowing orange. I barely noticed the hand clamped like a vice around my wrist as my body was dragged outside, the door slamming shut behind us. The metal of the door protruded grotesque as fresh bullets hit, and I glared at Chishiya in disbelief.

‘He’s still in there! We can’t just leave him!’

For the first time, he seemed to be out of breath. ‘Do you want to die?’ he asked dryly.

Then his eyes, suddenly hard and serious, began to drift down further, coming to a stop on my upper arm. I followed his gaze to discover that a large red stain was oozing from my upper arm. Even by the second, the blood was rapidly soaking the fabric of my clothes. Perhaps I should have been panicking. Perhaps the sight should have made me more worried, but it didn’t. If the bomb detonated, we’d be dead, and a gunshot wound wouldn’t matter.

‘I can’t feel it,’ I told Chishiya. It was the truth.

He pursed his lips, staring darkly at the messy red wound. ‘You will soon.’

I sighed. We probably only had about two minutes, if that, to clear the game.

‘Let’s go back inside,’ I suggested. ‘I’ll go in first if you want.’

The scorn on his expression was quite something. Now standing, we both inched the door open, to find the room empty. Or at least, the main room was empty. The door at the back had been forced open, and a series of struggled groans could be heard.

Chishiya went first, creeping towards the doorframe and peering his head around. He whipped back as another wave of bullets scattered across the wall opposite.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked, scanning him over.

‘Of course I am,’ he said. ‘There’s two buttons in there. Two people need to press them to clear the game.’

Should’ve seen this coming. It wouldn’t be so easy.

By now, although I hated to admit it, Chishiya had been right; my arm was just starting to throb. In another few minutes, it would likely become too painful to move freely.

Suddenly there was a crash, and a familiar female voice could be heard inside the room. From what I could remember of her, it was the climber girl. Leaning into the doorway once more, Chishiya hesitated, holding the makeshift taser in his hand.

‘TEN SECONDS REMAINING.’

There’s no time for this!

Snatching the taser from his fingers, I ignored the pulse of pain from my arm and sprinted into the room. Then, ducking low, I shoved the taser into the tagger, feeling the electricity shudder violently through the Walkman and around my fingers.

‘FIVE… FOUR… THREE…’

The tagger slumped against the wall.

‘TWO…’

The man and the climber girl launched themselves across the room.

‘ONE.’

Their palms hit the buttons.

‘GAME CLEAR – CONGRATULATIONS!’

[moved-justabakusimp]

Bakugou x F!Reader - Carnival Date - NSFW

Request for CuteLilPupCake on AO3

soft!Bakugou - date + soft/playful smut

no warnings when it comes to smut -> vanilla

words - 3.346 

crossposted from AO3 - (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27658058/chapters/68737356)

a part of our smut collection but softer than the rest, hence the crosspost on tumblr! smut is not the focus here

Stepping through the large gate, you gasp at the sight. Your surroundings are a mix of screaming children, carousel sounds, and overall atmosphere filled with joy. Smiling, you turn to Bakugou next to you, who seems to be in a similar awe. The colourful lights reflect on his blond hair, softening his expression. Not being able to resist, you place a peck on his cheek.

Bakugou blushes a bit but grabs your hand, leading you further into the fair.

“So, what do you wanna try first?” Katsuki looks at you, eyebrow raised. Noticing how you shiver from the cold breeze, he takes off his jacket and puts it around you.

“Told ya to bring a fucking jacket, dumbass,” he tsks. Thanking him, you bring the jacket closer to you, soaking the warmth coming out of it.

“What about a ferris wheel? Let’s start with a classic,” Katsuki nods and starts to lead the way. The large carousel wasn’t hard to see, it was towering over the whole carnival, luring people to it.

Bakugou himself wasn’t a fan of slow rides but you wanted to have a romantic night, so he sacrificed the attractions he had heard about, specifically The Death Drop, and others for the sake of some dumb large wheel.

Arriving at the Musutafu Eye, Bakugou buys the tickets for you two and impatiently waits to get on the carousel. It stops when you get to the top and you snuggle closer to your boyfriend to get more heat. The cold wind is stronger there, playing with your hair and giving you a perfect excuse to be glued to Katsuki’s side. Not that he was planning on protesting.

“I think I can see UA from here,” Bakugou remarks, making your head turn to see where he was pointing at. Katsuki smirks and bites your neck playfully, making you yelp in surprise.

“Hey!” laughing, you nudge him with your elbow, before bringing him closer to kiss him. Instantly, Bakugou puts you on his lap and embraces you. Hands run across your back, the touch toned down by your (his) clothes.

You grip the back of his head, your other hand caressing his shoulder. You tug at his hair and swallow the gasp he lets out. Taking this opportunity to deepen the kiss, your tongue pushes into his mouth to intertwine with his. You continue your little dance/battle for dominance until Bakugou wins, lips hungrily latching onto yours. Sadly, it doesn���t last long.

“This is nice, Teddy Bear, but you should also enjoy the view,” he smirks at your blushing face, cupping your cheek with his hand. You nod, connecting your lips again for a brief moment. However, you choose to stay sitting on his lap and turn your attention to the view.

You couldn’t see much because of the dark blanket that had settled over the city, as it slowly prepared for another night. Focusing on finding UA, your gaze runs over the whole landscape, looking for the hill that housed the school grounds.

“There, dumbass,” Bakugou points again, this time allowing you to take a look and not biting you. You nod when you finally notice it, standing on the lone hill in the sea of lights.

Soon, you make your way down. Glad to feel solid ground under your feet once again, you let out a soft sigh. Both you and Bakugou look around to see where you could go next, then Katsuki next to you goes stiff.

Confused, you follow his eyes, seeing Midoriya and Todoroki holding hands, walking towards you two. It didn’t look like they noticed you yet, they were too busy talking, and Deku was holding a plushie in front of him that was almost as big as he was.

“Motherfuckers, I can't have one peaceful day without them,” Bakugou cursed, grabbing your hand and dragging you to walk with him, “and that’s a small-ass teddy bear, I’ll get you a bigger one, just watch.”

“I would like to see you try,” you tease him. The stuffed toy you saw was big, it would be surprising if some attractions offered a bigger one.

Smirking at the challenge, Bakugou leads you to the nearest shooting range that had such teddy bears. He was just about to buy a few tickets for himself, when you held his hand down and put in your own money to try the range yourself.

“What, you think you can shoot better than me?”

“Well, I did have some training with Snipe when you were busy with Best Jeanist. Plus, I really want to give you that toy,” you point your chin at a small Pomeranian plushie that had a very similar grin on its fluffy face.

“Don't you fucking dare. How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not like some damn dog?” tsking, he picks up the plastic gun and tries it out. Giggling, you eye the toy, giving it a silent promise to win it.

“Okay, shut up, watch, and learn,” sneering, Bakugou takes a first shot, missing. Gasping, he shouts: “The fuck?!”

Laughing at his disbelief, you decide to be a supportive girlfriend and not to torture him with teasing. Rubbing his back, you try to soothe him: “It’s okay, Katsuki, it’s just one shot.”

“You have to hit all your shots to win the big teddy bear,” the range worker chirps in with a bored expression that would rival Jirou’s.

“Fucking fine. I won’t miss next time,” Bakugou grumbles, taking out change to pay for another set of tickets. You let go of him, giving his side an assuring squeeze, and move to his right to grab your own gun.

Lucky for you, the Pomeranian counts as a small prize, so you can miss some shots and still win it. Managing to hit all required targets, you laugh and thank the staff for the plushie.

Looking at your boyfriend, you see him aiming carefully, biting his lip in concentration. He shoots and hits the mark perfectly.

“Fucking told you I could shoot. The game’s just rigged,” he remarks when he notices your gaze. He quickly turns his full attention to the game. Steadying his weapon, he pulls the trigger and misses the aluminum target by a hair. It dings, making you cringe when the awful sound rushes through your skull.

Meanwhile, Bakugou’s eye twitches and he lets out a spray of curses. Giggling at him, you can’t help but mock him a little: “Ooh, the Great Lord Murder Shooter, teach me your ways,” laughing, you show off the plushie you won for him.

Katsuki pushes down the need to blow it to pieces, and instead reaches to his pocket to pay for yet another set of tickets.

“Third time’s the charm, I’m getting you the teddy bear like my fucking life depends on it. Doesn’t matter if I end up broke,” Katsuki declares and glares at the desired prize. Your heart stops for just a second and warmth settles in your chest. With a loving smile, you hug him and kiss him. “For good luck.”

Bakugou nods and a spark of determination settles in his red eyes, making them shine more as they focus on the target. Reloading the gun, he starts to shoot, hitting the marks. Not hesitating when he aims at the last one, Katsuki pulls the trigger and the sign falls down with a small clink.

You yelp in joy, pulling your boyfriend into a tight hug. His arms envelop around you and you feel his lips brush against your hair. The tension from his body slowly evaporates and he relaxes. He really wanted to win the stupid teddy bear for you, and not only to show you off or to prove Deku and Icyhot that he can give his girlfriend a better prize. He shot to win the smile on your face.

The stall worker interrupts your moment with a cough, handing over the teddy bear to Bakugou. It’s huge even in his arms and when he grabs it tightly, the only things visible are blond spikes and black combat boots.

He adjusts his grip, so he can actually see you. Quickly pulling out your phone, you take the opportunity to snap a picture of him holding a giant plushie. Easily a new lockscreen picture. You open your mouth but you’re interrupted.

“Don’t you fucking dare to say ‘teddy bear for your Teddy Bear’ or I’ll fucking dump you.”

“Wasn’t going to, but I’ll make sure to use it later. Now, give me my plushie!” you exchange stuffed animals, both grinning like kids. Bakugou looks at you with a soft expression, or at what he can see, as the bear is almost completely blocking his view.

After Bakugou admits he spent almost all of his money on the shooting range, you decide to head home and have a quiet night in. Just when you are about to leave the carnival, Katsuki runs off for a second, while you search for the best transportation method, holding both plushies. It’s a wonder you can see the phone.

Your boyfriend returns as your arms start to hurt. Turning around, Katsuki stands in front of you, blushing. In his hand lays a single red rose.

“For you, dumbass,” he mutters, offering you the flower. You melt a bit inside when you take the sight in. It’s beautiful, but you are more focused on Katsuki, who, even with his distaste of romantic gestures, has bought you the flower with the most passionate meaning there is.

Smiling at the redness staining his cheek, you kiss the coloured spots, exchanging the rose for the large plushie, so you can hold it close to your face and breathe in the soft aroma.

“Thank you, Katsuki.”

“You better like it, I spent the rest of my money on it. I wanted to give you more but… the damn shooting range bled me dry,” planning on giving you a bouquet, he felt moronic and cursed himself silently when he realized in front of the flower stall that he could afford only a single rose.

“Don't worry, one is enough,” beaming, you intertwine your hands and gently squeeze his in assurance.

You get to his house quickly - it’s empty, his parents out for a work weekend, so you decide to stay in the living room. Laying down on the coach, Bakugou starts to browse the movie collection before picking one. He had free rein as you were alright with whatever he would end up choosing.

When he's done, Katsuki lays down next to you, pulling you closer to his side. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sigh contently at the relaxing aura that’s residing in the room. For his brash personality, he could often be tender, especially around you or the squad. And for all your love for his harsher side, you also enjoyed sharing those soft moments.

Bakugou’s cheek rests on your head and soon, you feel a gentle touch of lips. Snuggling closer to him, you turn your attention to the screen.

Meanwhile, Katsuki focuses solely on you, tuning out the dumb movie. His hands rub circles on your skin, slightly tickling you. Looking at you, his heart is calm, his guard let down for once. Breathing in your scent, Bakugou hides a smile in your hair and strengthens the embrace.

You continue to watch the film in comfortable silence and plushies watching you from the other end of the sofa. The rose is already put in a vase, giving the room more colour. During the movie, Bakugou kept his eye on you, deep in thought about how your warmth slowly melted down his walls when you two were alone, how your eyes sparkled when he was about to win or how you would smile every time he looked at you.

The images disappear from his head when you wiggle in his hold, brushing your thighs over his crotch.

“Oh, my bad,” you giggle and repeat the move.

“Uhuh,” Bakugou scuffs, having his headspace filled with different type of thoughts. He pulls you closer by your chin and kisses you, gently biting your lower lip.

Smirking on the inside, sparks of joy go off in your chest because your plan has succeeded. You respond to the kiss, caressing his lips with your tongue. Pressing your thighs to his, Bakugou lets out a gasp.

“An accident, my ass,” he scoffs and takes your shirt off. You wiggle out of it, laughing when your arms get stuck at the collar. Repressing the need to explode the cloth, Bakugou quickly gets you out of it. His own shirt soon follows and you can finally feel him skin on skin.

Lowering his head, Bakugou cups your breasts, taking the bra off. His teeth tease the tip of your nipples, his tongue circling around the now hardened buds. Caressing your chest, Katsuki lets out a sigh, tickling you softly.

Your hands wander to his back, rolling him so he is leaning over you. Gripping his back, you feel the gentle movement of his muscles under your touch and dig your fingertips a little. Another rushed exhale of his sends shiver down your spine, making you turn your head sideways in pleasure when he marks your collarbone.

Moving lower to get rid of his trousers, something catches your eyes, making you stop. Katsuki senses your stiffness and pulls himself up, scanning your body over to make sure you are okay.

“What?” Bakugou panted, voice lower than usual. You continue to look at the plushies almost next to you.

“I can’t, the toys are watching,” you whisper in fake panic and turn to your boyfriend, holding back a smile.

“Fucking fine,” Bakugou scoffs and goes to turn them around. He swiftly returns and kisses you deeply, thumb caressing your cheek. You disconnect with a soft pop when he presses you down, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, ready to place another mark on you.

“They can still hear us,” you whine, pushing him away before his teeth can bruise you, “I don’t want to traumatise them…”

“Couldn’t you tell me that sooner?!” Bakugou almost shouts to your ear before getting you both up to carry you to his bedroom.

Placing you on the bed, Katsuki kneels down, takes off your clothes until you are both in nothing but underwear.

“Better?” Bakugou grins and goes down to nibble at your earlobe.

“Much better,” you agree, already a little out of breath. Moving lower, you rub on him through his boxers, forcing a groan out of him. His hips thrust up to meet your touch and you press harder on his growing erection.

Bakugou moans out your name and kisses you, tongue plunging in, swirling around your mouth. Your other hand presses on his back to have him close to you and you continue like this, exploring each other’s bodies, moaning at the soft strokes.

The kiss ends when Katsuki pinches you, making you yelp a little. Chuckling, you push your palm down his boxers, giving him a few strokes before going back in revenge.

“Not a smart move, Teddy Bear,” Bakugou growls, wiping the smile off your face when he does the same to you, except his fingers move your panties out of his way, so he can push inside your folds. A groan escapes your lips and you gaze at your boyfriend, towering over you with a playful smirk.

“Already out of words, huh, baby?” gloating, he pushes his digit deeper, curling it until it settles near your sensitive spot.

Not wanting to go down easily, you guide your hand to his cock again, this time not retreating after a few strokes. You brush your thumb over his tip, feeling the pre-cum sticking to you. He groans and buries his face in your neck, covering it with kisses and licks.

“Who is out of words now?” you comment after you trail the vein on his length and his lips stop giving you attention.

“Definitely not me,” Katsuki exhales and pushes a second finger in, stretching you out and avoiding your most sensitive spot on purpose, while teasingly brushing his thumb over close to your clit.

Cursing him, your hips thrust up, meeting his digits. Bakugou takes notice of your flustered face and shut eyes and decides to take pity on you. His thumb presses down on your neglected clit, tips of his fingers brush over your g-spot.

Katsuki moves up to swallow your moans with his lips. Your hands stroke him irregularly, the only thing on your mind is the pleasure from his fingers shoved inside you, already making your walls clench.

“F-Fuck, baby,” Bakugou groans to your mouth and impatiently takes his fingers out.

“Can’t wait already?” you mock him when the dizziness evaporates from your brain. Now, able to focus, you take a proper look at your boyfriend, taking in his muscled form, already stained with sweat and blushing spots.

“You’re one to talk with how wet you are,” he gets rid of his boxers quickly and takes your panties off.

“Can’t argue with that,” you hum and bring him down for a kiss. The atmosphere in the room was different than normally, when he would get rough just the way you wanted him, or even sometimes pushing your limits. Now it was more teasing and relaxed, neither of you were chasing after release, preferring to simply lose yourselves in the moment.

A soft gasp leaves your lips when you feel Bakugou enter you. Slowly pushing in, it takes a bit before his length is fully settled in. He stays still until you move your hips in a silent sign that he can move.

Already feeling a small relief when your warmth envelopes around him, Bakugou starts to thrust slowly, focusing on every little clench. Having placed his forearms around your head, one of his hands finds its way to your hair, stroking it gently.

You loop your arms around his torso, keeping him close.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” Bakugou whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine and straight to your clit. You return the compliment, getting a harder thrust as a response.

“Love see… seeing you like this, Teddy Bear. Spread out and all red, just for me.” You nod, the only thing you can see is his adoring expression. His pushes continue and you keep exchanging whispers of love and praise.

Bakugou’s words have always had the power to make your knees weak and sweet-talk in bed made you only more in love with him. You bring his lips to yours, putting all that love into the touch. The soft but steady pressure of his mouth says silent ‘love you too’.

Soon, you feel your orgasm approaching and Katsuki groans when your insides tighten around him. Speeding up a little, he moves his lips to your ear, gently nibbling on it and licking the reddened skin.

The hand entangled in your hair moves down, circling around your clit, taking you over the edge with a final deep push. Moaning out, Katsuki comes, staining your inner walls white.

Slowly taking his cock out, he turns to your neck, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses. Sighing, you revel in the waves of pleasure slowly fading and turn you both on your sides, still facing eye to eye.

The adoration in the crimson is more evident now, that the taint of lust is gone. You must have a similar expression on you as Bakugou smiles and takes you by your chin for a peck. Both of you say nothing for a while, simply basking in your feelings until Katsuki breaks the silence.

You could write manuals on his expressions by now, and you are pretty sure he is going to say something silly thanks to this particular spark in his eye and the way he licks his lips before they take the shape of a smirk.

“That’s your soft sex for this month, alright? Next time Imma break the damn bed.”

[that-damn-girl]

How To: Make Sure Your Content Shows Under Hashtags

Tumblr ‘How To’s

*NOTE: This is not a one-time solution. You need to do what I’ve mentioned below every time while posting anything.

I’ve faced this problem of my content not showing up under hashtags when I post them. Sometimes I’ve had to upload the same thing maybe about 7 times before they decided to show up under the hashtag searches. It’s annoying and frustrating and I’ve been drawn to tears because of it. Sometimes Tumblr is truly a hell-site.

I still face this issue, but there is a method that I follow -which I learnt through trial and error myself- whenever I post anything to make sure that this doesn’t happen.

Firstly, I’d ask you to contact Tumblr’s support team here. It didn’t help me, but it has helped some others, so it might work for you.

*NOTE: For new blogs and side-blogs, you might face this problem because Tumblr’s algorithm doesn’t know if you’re a bot or a legitimate person. So you need to reblog stuff WITH comments/gifs and interact through that new blog/side-blog. Then this problem should be solved in like 2-3 days. (Speaking from experience since I have 2 side-blogs)

*NOTE: I’m not sure about this, but I’ve read somewhere that your stuff might not show if you’ve actively posted/reblogged nsfw gifs/images/videos that are against Tumblr’s Community Guidelines. Basically, audio-visual porn. 

If this issue still isn’t resolved within like a couple of weeks, you need to follow the hellish long method that I discovered and follow to this date. It’s long and time-taking, but it’s the only way I know as of now.

Step 1. Post only the text part of your fic with the hashtags:

WITHOUT keep reading

WITHOUT any links

WITHOUT tagging any blogs

WITHOUT using/uploading any gifs/images/audios/videos

Simply the text of your fic must be there. You may italicize/bolden whatever parts needs to be done so, but nothing more than that.

Step 2. In a different tab on your browser (or on your mobile tumblr app if you use tumblr on both your laptop and phone), search one of the hashtags, say bucky barnes x reader, and check if your work shows under ‘RECENT’. Wait for a minute after posting, refresh the page/app. It should be visible within a minute.  

(Never happened for me that it hasn’t showed up, but if it happens with you then refresh the page/app once more to be sure, then maybe delete that post and try reposting) 

3. If you’re on your laptop, open the ‘Posts’ page of your blog in a different tab for the ease of process. Your recently posted fic must be visible at the top of your ‘Posts’ page if your blog doesn’t have a pinned post, top second if a post is pinned in your blog. It is mandatory to keep refreshing/reloading the page after every change mentioned below is made.

4. Now if your post is showing under the hashtags, please edit it and add the [keep reading] first and foremost. Save. Check whether your fic shows in the searches in it’s new form. (Remember to refresh/reload the searches page). If it does show, then proceed.

5. Come back to the ‘Posts’ page and refresh it. Now as you edit again, you can add/use/upload all the links/gifs/images/videos/audios and tag whichever blog you want to. But do NOT upload all of them at the same time!! (Might work for you uploading all at the same time, but it hasn’t for me). 

Instead: 

Maybe upload all the gifs/images/videos/audios you need to. 

Save.  Recheck whether your fic shows in the searches in it’s new form (Remember to refresh the searches page).

If it does, then refresh the ‘Posts’ page and edit again, maybe add all the links you need to this time. Save and recheck and refresh as mentioned above. 

Now edit again and tag the blogs that you need to. Save and recheck as mentioned above. 

Hopefully, this should do. And if it still doesn’t, then I’m truly sorry I have no other idea how to offer help.

Hope this helps!

Please feel free to send an ask/dm regarding anything. I’ll try to help to my best.

[tippedbykreider]

Hi! I’m glad your back (even though you’ve been back for a while) but I wanted to ask you a question and I hope it’s not rude but it’s just a genera question I’d like your pov on. Why do writers delete their blog? There are some fics I love and I wish I could read again but the write is no longer on tumblr. I know reasons are varied but sometimes I think about fics (yours included before you reloaded them/thanks for that I love rereading yours) and I wish I could read them again. Sorry if I was overstepping boundaries.

Hi! I know what you mean, I've sort of been dipping out these past few weeks and haven't been making posts as consistently.

I think in terms of writers deleting their blogs/their fics (and this is just my take) I think that it's for a lot of different reasons. Some people just want a clean break from this place and deleting their blog gives them that. By leaving it up it can feel like they're never truly leaving and it's too easy to kind of just come back (which might be okay for some people who leave but not for others, they need to just leave and for that to be it).

Another reason I think is because plagiarism is just so rife. We spend so much time and effort writing these fics. We literally pour our hearts and souls into them and by leaving tumblr but leaving our fics up we kind of run the risk of someone appropriating them and passing them off as their own, especially if it's apparent that the blog hasn't been active in a while. I think writers would be more inclined to delete their writing if they plan on stepping away but don't want to completely delete their blog.

And sometimes, writers who go into retirement just want to move on from that chapter in their lives and don't want their writing on their blog anymore, and that's okay too.

Every writer will be different and will have their own reasons for doing things and I respect each and every one of them. You have to do what's right for you and your own mental health and as readers it can be incredibly sad when you find your favourite fic has been taken down/not available to read anymore but I try to remember that I was privileged to have that writer share their story with me.

The truth of it is that writers are fed up of the lack of engagement generally (it's exactly why I stopped writing) and it's just so incredibly disheartening. It can be hard for writers to know what their place is in this fandom once they stop writing and quite often they'll just decide that their time here is over and delete. I have massive respect for anyone who makes a decision that is one that's best for them, especially if it's a hard one. Deciding to leave here isn't easy and sometimes staying is even harder. We all have to do what's best for us at the end of the day 💖

[catspluscrows]

TW: this is kinda a vent/request. do u do emoji anons? if u do, can i be 💫? anyways, i don't think i'm gonna make it, the voice in my head is too loud. i hate myself so much, i'm so uncomfortable with myself. i'm non-binary and i feel so un wanted. i've been told 2 times today to just kill myself and i'm contemplating just doing it. the voice is so loud....i found my old razor blade, was thinking of cutting again. yeah idk how to deal with my feelings but can you write smth with oikawa? please~

AHHH PLEASE DON’T DO IT 💫 ANON I’M HERE FOR YOU ILY & IM SORRY I KEPT YOU WAITING TUMBLR DECIDED TO FUCK ME OVER AND DELETE MY WORK BY RELOADING 

TW: suicide, i swore above 

Oikawa noticed how you weren’t acting like yourself. Between talking less and the self depreciating jokes you'd make while you both were together, Oikawa was worried. He was especially worried today. "Where's Y/n?" Iwaizumi stopped rolling out the ball bin to tell him you went home early, saying your stomach hurt. "Shit. I have to go." Not questioning the captain, Iwaizumi nods and continues procedure. Oikawa was terrified. 

While trying to open your front door with his spare key he was terrified. He was terrified while running through your house, looking for you. His stomach was heavy with fear, weighing him down while he opened your bed room door. The bottom drawer was open, clothing all across the floor. Framed photos rested on top of the various articles of your wardrobe. Shards of glass and torn fabric were left ignored as Oikawa carried on, knowing he needs to find you right now. The bathroom door is cracked. You must be in there. Kicking open the door in a rush, Oikawa is right. He's not sure if he's glad he's found you of if he wished you weren't even home. He wishes you were at volleyball practice with him, laughing when Iwaizumi hits him. Instead of seeing your heavenly smile he sees your contemplating frown. Hot water is causing the mirrors to fog as you twirl something so daintily. He watches, trying to connect the dots with his own hazy mind. There's glass on both the sink and floor from the shattered mirrors. The pieces remaining in their place are foggy so you can't see anything. Something reflects his face back at him and into your vision which horrifies you. It's a razor. "Don't do it! Please!" Oikawa shouts it before realizing it. He's also kneeling on the ground before he realized he feel. He's lost all sense with reality, refusing to believe this scene. He doesn't want to think you're actually about to do this. He can't. "Please don't!" Clutching onto the wall, Oikawa says it again without yelling. His voice is still loud since he's afraid his crying will drown his pleads out. "Why shouldn't I?" You ask with a steady voice. It's strained by what he can assume is crying by the wet splotches covering once rosy blushes he'd give you with his words. "During chemistry my partner said I should drink the chemicals. Maybe she'd get lucky and they'd kill me." Letting out a sad laugh, you add "Maybe I'd be lucky and it'd kill me." Oikawa can't say anything. He's thinking so quickly that the words clog in his throat. Nothing has scared Oikawa more than this. Not Kageyama being a better setter. Not losing his place in nationals to Ushijima. He's never felt anything as bone chilling as this. The sight of you contemplating this, even going through with it if he was a moment later. "I'm not worth it. I shouldn't even be here. It's a mistake." You continue while staring at your reflection. The image makes you sick but you can't look away. "I want this pain to go away. I want to be accepted. I won't be accepted. It won't go away." Your eyes are trying to cry but they can't since you haven't had anything to drink since you thought about taking all your medications but Oikawa was over. "Not unless I make it." The feeling of cold metal against your skin never happens. Instead you feel warmth and salty tears on your neck. Oikawa is holding you, directing the blade so that it's tearing his uniform sleeve. Gently pushing your head onto his chest so you can't see how despaired he is over this situation. It's not about him. "I'm sorry," Oikawa cries. "I'm sorry I didn't notice. I'm sorry I never knew how to help." That's all he can say. All he can manage to get out are "I'm sorry"'s and "I wish I knew"'s. Realizing that he can't fix the past, Oikawa makes himself change the station on his broken radio. "We'll do better together." He proposes quickly. "I'm here for you. I always have been. Please," The words are flying out with how scared he is. So quickly he begins hiccuping between his emotional words. "Don't do this. Let me help you. Let me help you love yourself." He pulls you in tighter, scared that if he loosens his grip at all you'll slide through his strong arms. Oikawa can't stop the ugly tears coming down his face. You'd be weeping by now if your body physically could. Instead your lip quivers, hating yourself but hating the idea of leaving Oikawa more. Oikawa cries harder when you brokenly say, "I'll stay. I'll stay only for you."