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wookofwallst · 1 year ago

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Starfield: The game that didn't learn gaming's past failures.

It was 2016 when I first sat on the couch in my first apartment with my then girlfriend to sit down and enjoy a Bethesda title Fallout 4. Now, I had played Skyrim on its original release on Playstation 3. Unfortunately, I was more of an outside kid skateboarding, playing other sports, and generally getting into a whole bunch of shenanigans around town. So Skyrim wasn't really on my list of top things to go out and do.

Playing Fallout 4 seemed so fresh and exciting. Seamlessly going from one outpost to another killing and stealing my way through, I was addicted. Every day, I'd come home and want to play it even though there wasn't really much else to do in the harsh winters of Buffalo, NY. I didn't want to leave the one bedroom cubby I lived in in order to play more and more. I did almost every side quest, every main mission, and talked to each individual I could. Beat it with several play through until later that year when a new game came out.

No Mans Sky was released with more anticipation than any other game in history at the time. I had people who didn't play any video games come over to just watch me play it because they heard how epic it was supposed to be. I went to my local Walmart at 11:55pm and got the physical copy and was playing it by 12:30am as it was installing I started to pace around thr room I couldn't stay still I started cleaning up the house just so time didn't feel so slow.

Finally, it launched. The main loading screen buzzed by me with stars that had yet to be discovered and named the music hummed in, and I could feel the goosebumps on my arm start to burst. I loaded in the game, and I loved my first few hours, fixing the ship and getting basic resources together so I could fly from planet to planet without a single loading screen. Even going from Star System to Star System didn't even feel like it was loading because they made it look like you were just jumping lightspeed to another system.

However, the more I played, the more it became apparent that this game had nothing of pure substance. The lies, the false promises that the developers Hello Games made before its launch were staring me in the face. There were no factions, there was no base building, there was no grand space war the "mysteries" were nothing but going to obelisks and deciphering words on a tablet that were pass fail that also ended up pointless and there was no actual progression.

There was nothing keeping me playing the game, no hook, no intrigue. It was an ocean as deep as a puddle. Once you had been to one of every type of planet, you had seen what the game was offering. Procedurally generated worlds are cool, and 16 quintillion plantes are cool. But since there wasn't a single thing that was hand crafted, since there wasn't a story or naritive pushing me through the game, there was really no reason to keep playing after 20 or so hours.

Now, this being the year of our Lord 2023 No Mans Sky is extremely improved upon the game is "fixed." I wouldn't say it lives up to its pre-released hype, but none the less it is much much improved.

Some time after that, Cyberpunk 2077 would be released with even more hype than NMS. They had BIG actors playing BIG roles in the game. It was supposed to be a perfect rendition of a dystpion future where you play as V a antihero that has Reanu Keves riding shotgun on your bloodthirsty rampage through night city.

Aaaaaaand then it released. Broken, unfinished, glitchy as all hell. I ran my way through the game with a level 1 revolver that did fifteen thousand damage. I three shot the final boss of the game only because he has nessicary animations he has to get through. The dialog and writing of the game were sub-par, and it was a total drag listening to it was exhausting. The combat was atrocious, although it's funny that if you do a certain mission, you can get a vibrating dildo to beat people with.

Once again, just another over hyped game that upon release was just a splash in the pan. It's a game I just wanted to get through and not play, though, if that makes sense. (Except I couldn't actually complete the game because of a glitch that locks out the final mission in Arasaka Tower.)

Bring us to the present day 2023. So fuckin many great games have been released. Baldurs Gate 3, Armored Core 6, Zelda TOTK, Diablo IV , Jedi Survivor and Remanant 2. All of these games are great at something and here comes Starfield.

Another insanely hyped up game now an Xbox exclusive. Promising endless exploration, a main story so original you won't know what hits you side quests and character interactions that were both fun and not chalk full of those pesky fetch quests. I was extremely skeptical. I knew that it wasn't going to be as good as they said, but I still wanted to give it a chance.

It was a day or so after Starfield came out for early access when I finally saw some game play. I'll be honest, i I was enamored with the gamer itch "I NEED TO PLAY THIS." So I stomached up the 100 or so dollars and got to downloading. It took 5ish hours for it to download because Microsoft servers are awful. I finally get in, and I'm floored with boredom.

The first few main quests aren't great. The hook is weak and not very interesting. Sure it's cool that magic sheet metal is giving me some kind of futuristic visions and that I'm not the "chosen one" just some guy in the right place at the right time to obtain these powers.

Then the guy you're digging this sheet metal out for comes by gives you a ship, and you're on your way. He just tells you to go see his buddies in the big city. Don't worry, they're not they aren't dangerous. The game opens up for you fully without any limitations. Except for how far you can travel on one tank of gas. No, you don't have to refill it. You just can only go so far to a star system and then go back to the map and click on where you want to go again. Redundant.

Oh, you wanted to go to that system? Loading screen. You wanted to go on to the planet? Loading screen. Wanted to get up from your cockpit and onto the planets surface? Loading screen. Do you want to just walk into a shop? Loading screen. Oops, you walked into the wrong shop? Loading screen. Loading screens Loading screens. I counted in one single 4 hour session. I hit 137 loading screens. That's 34 loading screens per hour. That's far from seamless and far from "free exploration." You can't even fly your ship on the planets. Only in space.

Speaking of exploration, it's bad. Exploration isn't endless as eventually you'll hit an invisible wall after you hit off the same exact buildings that you saw on the previous 12 planets filled with nondescript "Spacers" or nondescript Ecliptic mercenaries. Anything cool is found in side quests not exploring. Exploration isn't rewarded by finding some secret thing. It's rewarded with more procedurally generated garbage that does nothing for you.

Oh boy, the dialog is so terrible. It's bad. It's unbelievably bad that conversations also feel like a drag to get through. The dialog options are so unbelievable that it's hard to pick an option in some places.

The combat is good. The guns feel snappy, and the impact is hard. But the grenades are completely pointless. Level 22 enemies getting hit with an explosion tickles them, and they keep shooting.

The stat system is good it could use some more user support and a better explanation. Lockpicking is good and the best system so far that I've seen for that "mini game/skill".

The bugs in this game aren't terrible. They are manageable sometimes it's funny, but I haven't seen any game breaking bugs that lock you out of missions, although some people have reported that.

So you might be wondering. Why did I bring up Cyberpunk, Fallout 4, and No Mans Sky? Because I feel that Starfield falls somewhere in the middle of all these. It's Fallout 4 but bigger. Nothing really changed here. There hasn't really been an expansion on the made on the mechanics other than through gun recoil and skill progression. Mainly because they share the exact same game engine.

The freedom and ease of traversal in No Mans Sky is light-years beyond what Starfield has currently. The constant need to load every little thing is a big problem. Although SSD's make it load up in seconds, it's still a loading screen and that kills player immersion.

Where Starfield is better is that there is actually content. There's so much content people who love this game will be playing it for months if not years trying to do everything the game has to offer. I just don't think I'll be one of those people.

They took the worst of No Man's Skys boring, lifeless, procedurally generated planets and made them worse because of loading screens. And once again, there is no benefit for you exploring. You'll run into the same enemies with slight variations to the weapons they carry.

Cyberpunk 2077 being it's closest aligned game in terms of scope and futuristic drama. The dialog/writing and voice acting is much better than that of Starfield. Starfields main story has copied and pasted missions towards the middle and end. The relationship dialog you have with certain characters of Starfield is fucking atrocious. It's so bad you wouldn't see this on mid day soap operas.

Starfield was released in a better state than Cyberpunk. It's actually playable. Sure, bugs and glitches are something that plagues Bethesda titles. But this one in my own personal experiences wasn't so bad.

Overall, this game lands in the middle of the pack. It does somethings well, and other things not so much. It's an interesting game. It doesn't reinvent the Bethesda wheel. It's much too conservative and doesn't go outside its comfort zone. The side missions are stellar and unique, while the main story is a copy pasted mess that I just wanted to get through.

It's playable and less interesting than Cyberpunk. It has the same exact gameplay as Fallout 4 they improved on its foundation and slapped on a completely new coat of paint, and put an expansion on. But it's the same old house. Exploring is an unrewarded chore just as in No Mans Sky, but a multimillion dollar studio made it worse with loading screens and extreme limitations on where you can fly.

I put out my score of 7.2 for Starfield halfway through the game. But then I finished and was extremely disappointed. I wanted to score it better. But I just couldn't do it. It's just an okay game. If I were you and you wanted to buy the game, wait till it's on sale or get a game pass. It's worth it, honestly.

Now on to Lies of P!

#personal #video games #gaming #starfield #review #text post #video game review

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morrithal · 3 years ago

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Anyway girls.... Check Please/All For the Game live reaction starts here

Blacklist "college sports fuckery" if you want but don't because I'm funny

Installment 1: CP Episodes 1&2 and The Foxhole Court Chapter 1

(under the cut bc it's very long. Also warning for flashing GIF)

Hey Eric Bittle is a very cute young man and I am adopting him. But also you can tell this comic started in (checks date) wait 2017?? I thought for sure he'd be saying ermahgerd here

Southern people calling northerners Yankees.... Like I know Bitty is a good boy but. Triggering behavior

Like I read a romance book that takes place post-civil war and the heroine is a southern woman who tracks down the hero bc she thinks he killed her brother in the war... Anyway long story short she was REAL proud to be southern and no they did not bring up slavery the whole book

Anyway I hate the word Yankees it makes me feel like you're... You Know

One of the first instances we see of Shitty he's calling Bitty "ya lil fucker" sir, your hand in marriage NOW!!

Also I'm surprised there weren't more instances of people making Bitty-and-Shitty jokes??? They are literally rhyming

RANSOM SAYS PUSSY?? TWICE RIGHT IN HIS INTEO PANEL HELLO??

Okay! Young love!

Conclusion: they are baby

.... Why am I scared to open this kindle book

I'm doing the hype up hyperventilation here we go

"Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag. He didn't want the nicotine; he wanted the acrid smoke that reminded him of his mother. If he inhaled slowly enough, he could almost taste the ghost of gasoline and fire." so it really is like this from the very beginning

You put the killing thing in your mouth and you don't give it the power to kill you etc etc

Hello 2013 I've missed you

But really though I tried to read that to Roommate and I literally could not get through it. Everyone ask @esgaypism. I'm roping you into this

"It fell to the bleachers between his shoes and was whisked away by the wind. He glanced up at the sky, but the stars were washed out behind the glare of stadium lights." "A crew was already dismantling the court, unhinging the plexiglass walls and rolling Astroturf over the hard floor. When they were done it'd be a soccer field again" Nora Nora Nora. I am dying to know if we are fucking outside or inside. What is the purpose of putting an Exy field outside instead of inside except to have this scene where Neil is pensively smoking because he can't do that inside. I am in hell and my brain is also in hell

She wants me to believe that this town has less than nine hundred people and can still afford, and can scrounge up the players, to play this highly dangerous, clearly expensive, and /less than 25 year old sport--/

22 names in eight years... I love Neil Josten, I adore Neil Josten, he IS at the end of the day somebody's edgy 2013 oc

Immediately we know from this first chapter that his mom is dead and he associates her with cigarettes and gasoline, and that his dad is in prison and Neil will quite Literally Die if they meet again. Okay!

Again... If we are outside why is he trying to escape through the locker room... You manufacture scenarios to achieve images that appear in your head. I know this well

"Andrew Minyard didn't look like much in person, blonde and five feet even, but Neil knew better. Andrew was the Foxes' freshman goalkeeper and their deadliest investment." gotta admit. Short King Actual Murderer Rights. If I actually liked Andrew this moment would mean more to me

Every time Nora calls them "man" I feel the need to bite something. At 18 you are a baby. These are kids, my god

Girl there is literally so much exposition and backstory here. Also why are you, a man, watching so closely the careers of other men,

The fact that there are EXY LITTLE LEAGUES--

I was expressing my love of Kevin Day to Roommate and they were like "of course you love him, he's you" now what the fuck does that mean

"If Kevin remembered him, he'd know that file was a lie. He'd know about Neil's little league teams. He'd remember the scrimmage interrupted by that man's murder." I fully forgot about this. This is an insane thing to write and then immediately move on from what the fuck

Wymack... Dilf of the year 2013 I love this man

"It sounded like a dream; it tasted like damnation." Hey, it's the quote from the 5,000 orange and white and black edits!

Well! Um, this was not as nice and even as I would like, but as I recall the CP episodes get longer as they go, and I'll get quicker on the AFTG chapters as they get less Expository. For now though I'm going to rest my brain, and I leave you with this summary thus far:

Bitty: howdy YouTube! I'm a vlogger from the south, and I play hockey, and I'm clearly gay and I'm Not like the other boys. I hope they like me...

Wymack: join my sports team

Neil: NO I am eighteen and I have a batshit amount of trauma and I'm going to explain all of it and who two of the other major characters are in excruciating detail via internal narration

Wymack: join my sports team

Neil: fine. FUCK! Okay.

#college sports fuckery #installment 1 #aftg #check please #all for the game #the foxhole court

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strawbearisamu · 3 years ago

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♥︎ ship your moots! (only if you have time tho no pressure ofc)

yes my time has come.

@woahsamu + atsumu. hshjsjsj yall are so freaking annoying. you spoil him to bits bc that’s what u do and he treats you like damn royalty. still flirts and acts like he’s trying to woo you. prob does dumb shit intentionally when u have a bad day to make you laugh. unrelated but you guys do really good impressions of each other. kisses you and runs away, tries to get you to chase him, u guys fall & land on top of each other like a rom com get a room ew.

@arrogantsonofabiscuit + mattsun. BBY I KNOW U AND MATTSUN would be amazing tgt. he would tease u endlessly but also yall kinda have that sweetheart and hot guy dynamic. yeah idk what that is either HHSHS. also u guys watch horror movies tgt.

@sumine + suna. JASMINE the both of you have such chill vibes. i’m thinking cafe hopping, picnics, soft dates. but i’m also thinking waterparks, splashing water at each other and tryna see who can hold their breath the longest, you catch him cheating coming up for air halfway and you start play fighting shjsjsj. u guys are always lost in your own world. you hang out w your friends and sometimes he’ll tag along just because.

@charlie-jay + akaashi. u guys are intellectuals. the both of you just connect. you guys would talk for hours at a coffee shop, under the stars, in the sun, you name it. you share a deep and intimate connection bc you guys are so intentional about everything. akaashi probably write you love letters, and you guys have these inside jokes that no one else understands HAHA.

@etherrreal luna + osamu. LUNA imagine cooking tgt w him, youre locked between his arms and the counter and as he guides your hand, molding the rice. PLAYFUL KITCHEN FIGHTS shut up i know it’s cliche HHAHSHS but i KNOW this is u guys. osamu gives u a piggy back everywhere. dawn + oikawa!! i feel like you have similar vibes. oikawa is so whipped for u lol and sometimes you can’t help being dramatic along with him (omg i’m sorry we don’t know each other that well yet dawn please forgive me TT)

@kuroowo + osamu. i feel like the both of you are such self-starters and always pushing each other to do better? late night drives talking endlessly about everything and nothing. always hugging, or holding hands or giggling at each other. like yeah we get it you’re in love HAHASHHSHS. starts setting his alarms an hour early bc u aggressively cuddle him and tell him 5 more mins every morning.

@etherealtobio + mattsun. MAB u and mattsun👌 that super cool couple everyone is envious of. first of all visuals? also you do everything tgt. bookstore- tgt, grocery shopping- tgt. and i feel like mattsun is really good at driving so you guys regularly go on these crazy road trips, fast food, sunsets, making out in the car, u get the vibe :”.

@stationery-store + kuroo. i feel like you guys have the same vibes yk what i mean. like slight crackhead (in the most affectionate way possible), but witty and smart as well. yall would be able to like prank someone and also have deep discussions on existentialism or smth LMAO.

@sunkeiji + akaashi. WHATS NEW HAHA. we all know you guys are disgustingly sweet and unintentionally make everyone else feel really single bahshs. the small little things he does for you? he loves staring at you when you’re so intently focused on something and will spontaneously get the will to hug u HSHD.

@bokutoism + timeskip kenma. hello u guys are the hot badass power couple?? spoils you w stupidly expensive stuff. but also lazy days in bed tgt. if u play games yall r always competing but if you don’t he’ll make you sit on his lap as he plays. prob teaches you how to play a new game the same way. will plan extravagant self-care sessions for u.

@sunatooru + hirugami. b b b. u would look sooo good w hirugami (sachiro). i feel like the both of you are so sweet and caring and empathetic (and cmon he’s so hot), you’re that “love for humanity and the world” couple who’s always iniviting people over, reaching out to friends, and showing them your amazing hospitality in general. but yall do it tgt <3 cus love LOL

@thighridingsamu + iwaizumi. ok morgan i know u love football and i feel like you guys would rave about sports tgt? but more importantly he would be ur hype man 24/7 like you show him an outfit and he’ll be like “hot 💯,” “ass looks good in this.” shskkdjd he probably cooks for u too and makes sure you’re eating right.

@ioveangel + sakusa. you’re a ray a sunshine in his life. you guys balance each other. he’s clingy bc poor babie is touch and attention starved. prob puts socks on your feet on a chilly night but will vehemently deny it. a babie.

@xybi + tendou. HEAR ME OUT. yall prob sneak around tgt. giggling to each other as another one of your victims fall prey to your shenanigans. u guys hang out w each other way too much LOL but really though you guys are just two really sweet people tryna brighten someone’s day tgt. cuddles. lots of em. but also u guys are just devilish for no reason sometimes nd u love it.

@keijee + sakusa. u have a sunny infectious energy and honestly sakusa could benefit from that LMAO. lets you play w his hair but will pretend he hates it. you’re the only person he can recharge with it’s ridiculous, like he’ll randomly cuddle u in the middle of a party just to recharge.

@m3gumiis + komori. athena what can i say. two little puppies.

@oi-oikawa-chan + ushijima. addy this little olive tree will do anything for you. talk to him about anything, he listens so intentionally. and also idk why but imagine u guys w a lot of little adopted pets and plants cus u guys are absolute sweethearts.

@elitparadox + akaashi. like u guys would go on dates to the museum, slow dance in the quiet of the woods, kiss under the night sky. yall are so dramatic for no reason.

don’t boohoo to me if you don’t get your fav HAHA jk kith 😚 i’m drowning in work rn so i’m sry i couldn’t tag everyone but KNOW that ILY :”) mwaa alsoo i jumped around w this and u can 100% i got so tired w some LMAO sry shdjskajs

#mutual games 👾#i’m sorry if i didn’t tag you it was getting too long but i still lub u 😭❤️#moots 🍡 <3

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hoe-doroki · 4 years ago

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first snow

pairing: Shouto x reader

genre: fluff

wc: 2.2k

summary: sequel to “Siberia” (can be read alone). Just fluff, a year after the events in the previous story. You and Shouto are happily together, and it’s the first snow of the year.

a/n: This is my gift to the lovely @unlasting for the @bnhabookclub secret santa gift exchange!!! I was so happy I got you, darling, because I already love you so much! I do hope that you like this fic. You said you wanted fluff, so it is fluffy. For you and anyone else who just wants some simple, wintery fluff, but maybe don’t want to read the 13.8k prequel to this fic (or can’t, because it’s 18+), I took the liberty of making a “Cheat Sheet” post summarizing the events of “Siberia” so that this one is easier to enjoy. And thank you to @some-kindofgnome for reading this and hyping me up! <3

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

“First snow, first snow, first snow!”

You’d just glanced out the window, as you had been compulsively doing ever since you’d seen the weather report sporting the first good chance at snow for the season. Only a couple of flakes danced past the sill, but your quirk was tingling too, telling you that they were there and more were coming, just outside the apartment walls. In an instant, you were sprinting for the door, tugging boots on over your too-thin leggings, scrabbling for your keys, and running out the door without another word.

There was no time for the elevator. You were on the seventh floor, but you were a pro hero; you could run up that many flights of stairs at a moment’s notice, so running down would be no problem.

Each half flight you took the first three or four steps and then jumped the rest, landing with an echoing thud in the artificial light of the cold, brick stairwell. It was as though you were trying to make it to the ground floor before those first two flakes you’d seen, nebulous and carefree in their descent, hit the ground themselves. You wanted to see them, to catch them on your tongue and eyelashes before they met the pavement and turned to liquid.

You burst through the lobby, not sparing a glance for the concierge. You’d have to give him a smile and apologize when you came back in—you always made sure to greet whoever was staffing the desk when you were coming and going, especially during the holiday season.

Then you were outside, skin instantly pricking at the freezing air, but your quirk spread out and felt lush as you sensed all the tiny flakes floating down from above as though they were waiting for you. You grasped them, each snowflake in your quirk’s reach, and sent them funneling down toward you. It was still barely a flurry, as the snow was only just beginning to fall, but you reveled in it as you spun around. You were transported back, feeling like a little kid again.

It couldn’t last, though. You’d left your hero license upstairs and could get in trouble for using your quirk like this—even if you were a recognizable enough hero that no one would question your status upon seeing you. So before you got dizzy from twirling, you slowed down and released your hold on the little particles of ice, letting them fall as nature called them to.

The sky looked like a snow bank itself, gray like the ones you’d hopefully get to see around here in the city. The clouds hung low to the sky, heavy enough that you wondered if you’d gone for the roof instead of the front stoop you could have pulled at some of the water droplets, creating the snow yourself before the freezing air sent them tumbling with the wind. Your quirk was still getting stronger, so maybe you’d have the reach someday.

You heard footsteps behind you but paid no mind until you felt two hands putting a puffer coat on your shoulders. You reflexively put your arms through the sleeves before turning around, an unshakeable smile on your face.

“First snow,” you said again, calmer than before as you grinned at the man in front of you.

Shouto had a small smile on his face, but it was enough to crinkle his eyes, all of the fondness he held for you shining out of them. “I heard,” he said, his voice dry enough in tone that he could have been making fun of you. More realistically, he was just telling a simple truth.

He was bundled in his own puffer coat as well as gloves, a hat, and a scarf. In his hands, he held the same for you, but with earmuffs rather than the hat.

You smiled sheepishly as you took the soft knits one by one, putting on the scarf, then the earmuffs, and finishing with the gloves. A shiver rumbled out of you as your body tried to forget the cold and create enough warmth to insulate you in the new layers.

Wordlessly, Shouto took you in his left side and you felt the whispers of warmth wrapping around you, heating you up until even your toes had a little bit of hot blood back in them. You nuzzled into him, enjoying the contact even more then the warmth, and then shifted your gaze back up.

“So pretty,” you said, watching the little specks of pure white fall from the dove gray comforter above.

“Why are you so awestruck?” Shouto asked. “You can make it with your quirk. Snow is literally your hero name.”

“I don’t know,” you said, putting your left hand out and catching little snowflakes in your hand, bouncing them like circus fleas. Your favorite party trick. “It’s different when the Earth does it for me. Instead of work, it’s a gift. Just like when I manipulate your ice instead of making it.”

Shouto didn’t say anything, just let out a soft hum as he slid his arm from where it was slung around your shoulder down to your waist and pulled you in even more. The both of you watched the cars passing by on the street just in front of you, barely obscured by the air’s thin lace of snow. Their drivers were probably hoping for quick commutes, getting them home before the snow really started coming down, if it ever did.

It probably wouldn’t. Snow wasn’t that common in December in this prefecture, much less snow that would stick. You probably just had a few more minutes of this—hours if you were lucky. And then tomorrow it would be nothing more than a memory. By all odds, you’d have to make do with creating it yourself until January.

Shouto nudged you forward, moving to sit on the single step that separated the first landing of your building’s lobby from the sidewalk. He guided you to sit between his legs and you rested your arms on them. Those gangly legs reached most of the way up your ribs at the knee, but you slid back so that your back was flush to Shouto’s front. Then both of his arms were wrapped around your middle, cheek pressed against cheek.

“Things feel so quiet in the snow,” you whispered, watching the flakes falling from hundreds of feet up only to land silently, melting humbly against the sidewalk.

“Mm, peaceful,” Shouto agreed.

The two of you lived in the middle of the city, so the peace only carried so far. There were occasional passersby on the sidewalk, some with bags, some walking dogs. Drivers and cyclists continued rolling up and down the street either hurried by the snow or delayed. But the storm also kept people in, rendering the streets just a bit less bustling than usual. The world spun a bit slower, enjoying a bit of repose as the easy storm blurred the harsh lines and angles of the city block.

Your breath came to match Shouto’s, the only movement between the two of you being that of your ribs and your diaphragm. It created a push and pull into each other where you couldn’t tell if you were following Shouto or if he was following you. Your nose began to burn from the cold despite Shouto’s heat, but you didn’t mind. It was a rare day off from yours and Shouto’s work as a hero duo; you would stay out here until the snow stopped or night fell—whichever came first.

You tracked the snowflakes as they descended, watching the heavier ones sink as if tied with stones while others fluttered like aimless butterflies. Most of the flakes were small, portending a quick, transient storm. Or maybe the flakes really were like butterflies, migrating west until they came to rest out in the Pacific. You wanted to catch them while you could, so you stuck your gloved hand out and watched them collect, turning to droplets slower and slower the more you collected.

Eventually, you shook them off and let off a contented sigh, snuggling back against Shouto and turning your face up to the sky with a smile. The building’s overhang just missed where you were sitting, so the snow fell freely onto your skin, chilling you gently. It was a caring touch. It was the sugar dusted over the darkness and drudgery of winter.

“Marry me.”

The words were carried to your ear with such serenity that they must have been a trick of the snow. You’d misheard—if you’d heard anything at all. Wasn’t that question supposed to be preceded by a moment of anxiety, a moment of fear? But Shouto’s breath still had the even time of a slow drum being hit by the softest mallet.

“What did you say?” you whispered, gripping your gloved hands tighter around the slick material of one of his sleeves.

“I said, marry me,” Shouto said, his breath warm in your ear, unmistakable.

You looked down and saw a small box in one of his hands and the shock only buried itself deeper into the veins of your heart. This wasn’t spontaneous?

“You’re serious,” you whispered, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes, one of your hands leaving his arm to come up to your mouth, your humid breath moistening the wool of your glove.

“I was going to wait until our anniversary,” he said into your cheek, “but I think this is a little more exciting to you that that will be.”

Your anniversary was days away, and your mind turned back to the similar hushed snowstorm from the night you’d gotten together. Maybe it had been the first snow of the season, maybe not. You’d been out of the country until that afternoon, and come home to find Shouto waiting for you.

“But it’s only been a year,” you said, not so much arguing as in disbelief.

“And we’ve only been living together a little over a month,” Shouto said into your neck. You turned around, leaning into his leg instead of his back, dying to see his eyes. To read the one part of his face you could always trust to give you his full expression, his every feeling. “But we’ve been partners for four years. That’s more than enough for me to know. What about you?”

You gave a nod, your joints slow either from the cold or the shock. “It’s enough for me too.”

“Is that a yes?”

Your hand came back to your mouth as your nodding became more vigorous. “Yes.”

Shouto reached around you with his second hand to open the box, revealing a dazzling ring.

“It’s six-sided,” you breathed, looking at the perfect hexagonal cut.

You felt Shouto’s nod against you. “Like a snowflake.”

“I thought you didn’t understand why I like snow so much?”

“I don’t,” Shouto said simply, his voice blunt in its honesty, but never reckless. It held you carefully. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care that you love it. I love that you do.” He then nodded to the ring. “Do you want to put it on?”

You hummed in affirmation, pulling off your left glove and allowing for Shouto to help you slide the ring over your finger. The ring wouldn’t sparkle, the quickly setting December sun keeping the world dim for the time being. Instead, the sheer crystal of the diamond reflected back the light gray saturation of the clouds.

“I love you,” you said, jerking your eyes back to Shouto’s urgently. He already knew, of course—both of you had been impatiently quick in your relationship to say it—but you were desperate that he know in this moment. That there be no doubt. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Shouto said, and he bent in to catch your lips. Despite the awkward angle, your neck torqued nearly behind you in order to catch Shouto’s lower lip between yours, it was the sweetest kiss you could remember in ages. You leaned back even further, the curve of your spine leaning safely against Shouto’s thigh as you put your gloved hand to his cheek.

When your eyes opened again, the world had fallen into soft focus, the streetlights having flicked on. Their light was refracted by the snow that had quickly doubled in volume, frosting the sidewalk’s skeletal trees and just starting to fill the cracks on the sidewalks with piles of white.

“Now I’m always going to love the first snow too,” Shouto said, looking down at your bare hand and taking it in his warm one. His glove dispersed the heat he produced so that it felt inviting, comforting. Loving.

“I didn’t think I could love it more,” you mused as the snow continued to pick up, dusting the fronts of your boots and the shoulders of your coat.

Shouto pulled you back against his chest again, and you felt a big sigh ripple through his chest. He pulled you in close and whether you were against his right side or left, you felt nothing but warmth.

“I know the feeling.”

#todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #todoroki fluff #bnha fluff #mha x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shouto fluff #shoto fluff #todoroki imagine #todoroki imagines #bnha imagine #bnha imagines #mha imagine #mha imagines

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breadoffoxy · 5 years ago

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Magic Hands

Summary: Two of your best friends come over for game night, but mother nature has other plans in mind. Being a woman sucks, but your friends offer you their talented hands to help you feel better.

Pairing: Jimin x f. Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut, NSFW

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, threesome, sexy sandwich, pre-period symptoms, sexy massage, language, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), kissing (fxm and mxm), overstimulation kink, begging kink, hinting at Taehyung having a foot kink but there is no actual foot action, I’m sorry Taehyung is just so kinky in this, Princess pet-name, lots of breast action, maybe something considered food play and cum play, dom Jimin and Taehyung (slightly switches towards each other).

Word Count: 4,242

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent and it wrecked me writing it. Thanks grammar god @rougebangtan so much for beta reading this! I appreciate your help so much. I’ve learned so much from your feedback, and you’ve really helped strengthen my writing. Thanks friends in the ghostie discord who helped inspire me and hype me up to write this. I appreciate all of yall!

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It was almost that time of the month.

The one that you felt served no purpose except to biologically torture you.

Yes, that time of the month. You absolutely hated it.

Despite the extra pillows you added, the chair was doing no favors for your aching back. You groan as you shift in your desk chair, leaning forward to better massage the lower muscles causing you pain, and your breast brush against the table in front of you. The groan deepens as your oversensitive mounds press lightly against the hard surface.

You’d think you’d have your period down by now as an adult, but no, your body loved to keep throwing curve balls at you. For the last few months, the pre-period symptoms have been worse for you than the period itself. The week before your period, you would suffer from lower back pain, which at first had worried you, but you figured out, it was a normal part of PMS.

Your breasts also suffered more now than they used to, as well. They would easily become oversensitive, with your nipples always erect, and trying to poke through the clothing you wore over them. It doesn’t help that your breasts were stuffed into your tight-fitting bra. The mounds swelled in size, increasing in both firmness and tenderness, despite all logic. At this point, you worried you may have to go shopping for a new bra size exclusively because of those symptoms.

Oh god, all the extra hormones made you always horny too. Not that you weren’t normally, but now you were extra horny all the time. The sound of your phone vibrating angrily on your desk makes you stop your weak ministrations to check the message.

Jimin: y/n, we’re here!

Jimin: Why aren’t you answering the door!

Jimin: Let us in!

You see the three dots bouncing at the bottom of the screen, meaning Jimin is adding more messages to your chat. The man was always impatient and desiring attention.

You: I’m coming!

After standing up, you put your arms up above your head in order to give your back a good stretch before you make your way out of your room, and towards your door with quick steps. You swing the door open to see your two friends, who you had invited over for, which had now turned into, a poorly timed game night. You kind of wanted to ditch and just make a nest in your bed, but you’d feel bad canceling on your friends.

Jimin is leaning against the wall next to your door. Phone in his hands, he looks up excitedly when you open the door. He does his little habit of running his hand through his blonde hair, and his long earrings sway at the motion. Jimin is dressed smartly in his black shirt with a deep V-neck, with a necklace falling slightly below his exposed collarbones. Despite his shorter stature, compared to your other guy friends, his legs look endlessly long in those black jeans and a black belt wraps around his thin waist.

Taehyung, the other friend invited to game night, had his head tilted back to look at the sky as he waited for you to open the door, his Adam’s apple prominently displayed. He sported a peaceful expression as he glanced at you. His light caramel hair peeked out from his red snapback. His lithe form was hidden underneath a large cozy white shirt and dark pants while a combination of studs and rings lined the lower part of his ears. Two large plastic bags could also be seen hanging from his hands by his side.

“Finally.” Jimin huffs at you despite a smile being on his lips.

He pulls you into a hug which you gladly accept. You turn your head to make a face at Taehyung behind Jimin’s back, trying to distract yourself from the sensation of your chest smushed up into Jimin’s. The tall man laughs at the both of your antics. "I'm going to set this inside.” Taehyung holds up the bags when you try to peek in them, and you spot a variety of snack, chips, drinks, and box of strawberries.

“Thanks, Tae.” You coo fondly when you see your favorite snack. Just the distraction you needed. Taehyung nods, and walks past you and into your home comfortably, heading straight for the kitchen.

“Jimin.” You tap his back trying to signal the hug had been going on for a little too long. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, at least. “Time to go inside.”

Instead of letting you go, the blonde man tightens his grip on you. He starts waddling you backwards and into your house.

“Jimin, let go.” You giggle happily.

“But what if I don’t want to?” He retorts and laughs as the two of you backtrack into your living area slowly.

“How are we going to beat Tae at videogames if one of us can’t see the tv?” You question after you finally come to a stop. You can hear the sound of crinkling plastic bags behind you as Taehyung placed the assorted snacks behind you, on the kitchen counter.

Jimin pulls a fake look of seriousness that makes you laugh. “You have a mirror somewhere we can use, right?”

“Do you know how hard that would be? No way.” You hit his chest as you lean back from his hold. He just grins at you.

“Well, you know I can’t let you go until you say the magic words.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I am not saying that.” You roll your eyes.

“Well, then.” His fingers flex against their hold on your sides in warning.

“No, don’t you-” Your retaliation turns into a shriek as the man tickles your sides.

“Say it.” Jimin continues.

You can barely say anything with how much you’re laughing and squirming. It’s unfair.

“Oh, sweet Jimin–” You get out somehow between laughs. “The cutest angel– ow, ow.” In the midst of your squirming, your back turns just the right way for spasms to rack across it.

Instantly, Jimin stops his tickling and unravels his arms around your form. He takes a tentative step back to give you room. “Are you ok, y/n?”

“Jimin, don’t kill her.” The sound of rustling plastic stops as Taehyung turns to look over at the two of you. He frowns as he sees you leaning slightly to the side, trying your best to ease the spasming muscles on your back.

“I’m fine.” You strain out. “My body’s just been hurting for a couple days now. It’ll go away soon.”

“y/n, I’m so sorry.” Jimin laments sadly. His hands are still frozen in the air, wanting to help inspect you as his eyes roam over your form instead.

“Did you get rid of that crappy chair yet?” Taehyung questions, the sound of bags crinkling once again, as he resumes his task.

Just how many snacks did he buy?

Jimin’s face turns serious as he goes to move around you and towards your room. “I told you to get rid of that piece of junk.”

“No, no, no.” You reach out and grabbing Jimin’s wrist quickly.

He stops immediately at your touch and glances back at you. Despite the chair being a piece of junk, you don’t want him to throw it out. You have other things to spend money on. Plus, it’s not really the problem this time. “It’s not the chair, Jimin, I swear. Don’t throw it out.”

Jimin eyes you critically. “So, if it’s not that, then what?”

“Errr…” You avoid eye contact as you quickly try to think of a lie and avoid Jimin’s skeptical face. “Wow, Taehyung sure bought a lot of snacks. We should help him out.”

You quickly let go of Jimin’s arm and, in order to seem nonchalant, you try to brush past him in the same manner he did earlier to you. But, of course, he won’t let you escape so easily and moves to secure you by the wrist.

It's your turn to look back at him now. The look he gives you makes your heart pound. It’s so caring, but there is a touch of sadness in his eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know, Jimin.” You sigh as you look at the ground, suddenly so much more interested in your feet now. “It’s just… I’m… about to start my period.” You stumble through the words and just decide to get it over with. It may be awkward, but your friends are good at saving a good time.

“…Oh!” Jimin drops your arm, and runs his hand through his hair nervously. “I’m sorry I was pushing.”

“It’s just parts of my body aches right before my period.” You start speaking quickly. “It’s quite normal for the lower back to hurt before it starts.”

Oh god, why won’t the words stop now.

“It’s only started happening the last few months so I’m not quite used to it yet.”

Why are you telling them all of this unnecessary information?

“I would kill for a massage.” You finally end with a cringe.

“If you want…” You look back at Jimin who speaks up with slight hesitation. His hands are clasped together nervously, “…I could give you a massage?”

“He’s got quite the magical hands, you know.” Taehyung shouts from across the room. Jimin wiggles his fingers, gaining confidence at his friend’s words.

“…If you wouldn’t mind?” You tilt your head after pondering the idea, smiling sheepishly at your friend. “I’d appreciate it Jimin, thanks.”

“It’s not a problem.” Jimin twirls a finger, signaling for you to turn around. “I wish I could have helped you earlier.”

“If your hands really are magical, I’ll text you my period tracker.” You turn around, chuckling.

You feel the warmth of Jimin’s body move closely behind yours, and his breath tickles your neck giving you goosebumps. Warm hands are placed on your shoulders and start kneading, slowly working their way down. You hum appreciatively, his hands do feel nice.

Now facing the kitchen, you gasp as you notice the crazy number of snacks lined up on the counter. “Taehyung!”

“It’s not enough, isn’t it?” Mumbles Taehyung as he looks at the pile. An open box of strawberries is in his hand, a couple already devoured by the strawberry lover.

“It’s too– oh, Jimin, right there.” You practically moan as you become putty in his hands.

“This good?” He asks as his hands rest at the base of your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the center of your lower back.

You nod your head up and down quickly to show your appreciation.

“Good.” He hums as he maneuvers your bodies so you can lean against him, and rest your head back on his shoulder. His hands fit between your bodies, pulling lightly at your shirt. “Is it ok if I reach under?”

“Yeah.” You jump slightly when his skin touches your own, making him chuckle.

You are suddenly all too aware of the position the two of you are in. His thighs grazing yours, feeling every inch of his hard chest against your back, his fingers circling pleasantly into your tired muscles, and his breath sweeping over the side of your face as he looks down at you in concentration. You close your eyes and hide your face into his neck, everything becoming just a little bit overwhelming for your over sensitive body.

“Want one?” You turn your head, and open your eyes to see Taehyung holding a strawberry in front of your face.

“Thanks, Tae.” You mumble. lifting your head from its resting place on Jimin, but before you could reach up to take the offered fruit, you feel it brushing softly against your lips.

Taehyung is eyeing your lips intensely before they move up to make eye contact with your own. He prods the strawberry against your lips a little harder, and you open your mouth in response. He smirks as he slides the strawberry into your mouth until it reaches the base. You close your mouth around it and bite the fruit, the sweet flavor filling your mouth.

Taehyung’s thumb swipes at your bottom lip, wiping off the strawberry juice, before he slides the digit into his mouth, sucking it clean. “Tasty, isn’t it?”

You whimper at the ache you feel between your legs. Thighs rubbing together unconsciously, you realize how wet you at that moment, from the slickness that coats your panties, smearing your upper thighs.

Taking a deep breath, you to try to clear your mind. “O-Ok guys, I think I’m good. Thanks for the special treatment. So, I’ll um, go set the games up now.”

Jimin grips onto your waist before you can bolt. “You’re still so stiff though. Are you sure?” His hands prod at a sensitive spot making you tense as he works the muscle out. It’s slightly painful, but pleasurable at the same time.

“I have magic hands too.” Taehyung mimics the hand wiggle Jimin preformed earlier. “You said ‘parts of your body ache’,” Taehyung air quotes, “Where else hurts? Are your feet sore?” He questions almost hopefully.

You turn your head to the side indignantly, “No, they’re fine. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough today, though. So, don’t worry about it.”

“You didn’t embarrass yourself.” Jimin reprimands, pinching you lightly.

“Ow.” You tilt your head back again to try to give him the best glare you can manage, but instead it looks more like an adorable pout which makes him laugh. “Don’t laugh, ok? I’m not going to ask you to massage my breasts.” You blurt out.

Jimin’s hands freeze and you feel his form stiffen behind you. The atmosphere around you changes. It feels just as heady as you feel when Jimin looks at you with dark eyes.

“If you want me to do that, I can.” Taehyung replies casually and confidentially.

You whip your head back towards Taehyung, your eyes wide with surprise. He’s rubbing his hands together before intertwining his fingers and stretching his arms out in front of him.

“But we– I– is this ok?” You squeak out, somehow. Your nerves are haywire as your brain runs through all the scenarios.

Will this make things awkward later? What does all of this mean?

Taehyung looks over your shoulder to the man behind you. Nodding after their silent conversation, Taehyung steps forward until he’s directly in front of you, barely standing an arm’s length away.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” Taehyung shrugs. “I’ll pull out the Mario Kart, and feed you more strawberries, but if you do-” Taehyung finishes his sentence, closing the distance, and effectively sandwiching you between him and Jimin.

Your breath hitches as Taehyung slides his hands up your side, stopping just before the curve of your breasts to purr, “I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

Those words break the dam of your lust, and causes warmth to spread all over your body. You whine pitifully, words lost to you. Your back arches automatically, chest desiring the sensation of touch.

“Use your words, y/n.” Jimin whispers huskily into your ear, making a shiver go down your spine. You feel the smirk on his lips as they skim your lobe.

Screw the fucking consequences.

“Please.” You beg quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “Touch me, make me feel good.”

Both men make noises of approval. You feel the sounds rumble from their chests on both of your sides. Large hands reach up and cup your breasts over your clothes. Taehyung’s fingers knead your breasts carefully as you whimper, both out of pain and pleasure.

“It’ll be ok, Princess.” Taehyung reassures, “Just have to work out the kinks.”

“Just relax.” Jimin leaves a light, feathery kiss behind your ear. His lips skim down to your neck, nose brushing at your jaw encouragingly. Your head tilts to the side automatically to give him more access. He continues pressing his thumbs into your lower back. “We got you.”

With weak legs, faint pants come from your parted lips. You lift your arms to wrap them around Taehyung’s neck. It’s all too much, but, at the same, you still need more. So, you brush your lips lightly against Taehyung’s who immediately reciprocates. It starts off slow, but turns hungry quickly.

You moan into his mouth, and Taehyung uses that moment to invade your mouth with his tongue, passionately exploring. Your hands reach into his hair, knocking his hat off in the process, and weave into his soft locks. His lips only leave yours after you tug his hair slightly, your breath heavy as you try to regain some oxygen.

“Can I take my shirt off?” You pant out, your voice coming off a little breathless. “Need to feel more.”

Taehyung’s hands leave your chest. “Raise your arms,” He commands.

You untangle your hands from his hair, now sticking up in different directions, and you raise your arms above your head, just as you are told. Grabbing the ends of your shirt, Taehyung slowly pulls it up, exposing your skin inch by inch. Once it is off, he throws it off to the side.

Jimin looks over your shoulder to ogle the sight of the cleavage spilling out of your bra. “You’re so much bigger now.” His hands slide up your back up to your bra strap. “Do you want this off, too?”

“Yes.” You croon, sighing contently as Jimin’s fingers nimbly undo the claps, chest now free from its constraints.

Taehyung slides the straps off your shoulders before tossing the garment to the side, as well. His hands return to your chest making the both of you moan. You do it out of sensitivity, but he cramps up at the sensation of his fingers kneading into the soft yet firm flesh. Cleavage spills around his large, splayed out hands, and he is fascinated at the sight.

Jimin’s hands rub lower down your back, more so than they were before. His fingers dip slightly under your pants and brush along the top of your ass. You moan wantonly and unashamedly when Taehyung brushes your erect nipples, and circles his thumb around them almost lazily.

“What else, Princess?” Asks Taehyung, licking his lips in anticipation.

“My ass.” You whimper and Jimin hums in response, eager for you to continue. Which is exactly what you do. “Want you to grope it, Jimin.”

Jimin’s hands slide as much as they can into your pants, but they hindered slightly by the clothing. “Tae...” He whines miserably.

“On it.” He grunts and the coldness his hands leave behind after they’re removed from your chest makes you whine.

Taehyung chuckles at how needy you are as he unbuttons your pants and slides the zipper down. Jimin’s hands now slide freely down to your ass in-between your pants and underwear. He starts groping your ass, just as you requested.

“I need your mouth on them, Tae.” You arch your back even more to better display your breasts.

Taehyung eyes your breast heaving up and down as you do your best to breathe. “On these?” He teases as one hand comes to pinch and pull a hard nipple, the other moves to your waist and rubs circles into your skin.

“Ah!” you keen and your hips rock unintentionally, making both men moan at the friction. “Yes, there Taehyung, fuck.”

Licking his lips hungrily, Tae quickly descends onto a nipple. Your moans become louder as he sucks and bites on it, while the other continues to get pinched and pulled between his deft fingers.

The fingers on your ass slide down between your legs and feel the slicking gathering on your thighs. “You’re so wet.” Jimin moans, hips swiveling into yours. The action causes yours to rot rut into Taehyung’s, who returns the action with a moan of his own.

“You’re so spoiled.” Jimin chuckles darkly as he feels more of your essence drip from your panties. “Do you want us to take care of this too, Princess?” He asks, adopting Taehyung’s pet name for you.

“Fuck.” The feeling of Jimin’s hands teasingly tracing your underwear is driving you mad. “I want-” You murmur shakily before you rethink your sentence, and inhale sharply. “I need you to.”

“Need me to what?” Jimin continues to tease, hand now sliding gently over the wet fabric and right over your core.

“Jimin.” You whine, hoping he would just push the soaked clothing aside and touch you where you desire it most, but he continues his feather touches.

“Please, touch my pussy.” You beg. “Rub my clit.”

“Your wish is my command.” Jimin moans with you as his fingers slip past your underwear finally, and feels how truly drenched you are. His finger swipes at your entrance, up your slit, and begins to rub your engorged clit.

“Ooohh yes, fuck yes, Jimin.” You chant over and over, hips rocking into his hand and thus also into Taehyung.

“Fuck.” Taehyung groans as his mouth leaves your breast. His blown-out eyes look down between your bodies to see your exposed panties peeking through your unzipped jeans. The thin material does nothing to hide how Jimin’s hand is caressing your cunt and clit.

Tugging on the top of your jeans, Taehyung kneels down in front of you, pulling your pants down with him. His eyes are now level with your core, and he watches Jimin’s hand work before he loops his fingers into the tops of your underwear. Slowly, he pulls the material down, a rope of slick coming down with it.

“No, don’t stop.” You whine as Jimin stops rubbing your clit.

His fingers find your lower lips and spread them open with both his hands, fully exposing you to Taehyung. Taehyung’s hands come to rest on your slick thighs, pushing on them to encourage to spread yourself more, which you comply to easily.

“Fuck, soon you’ll be begging me to stop.” Taehyung looks up at you as his breath ghosts your cunt. “Switch, Jimin.”

Jimin’s fingers let go of your lips and reach up to your breasts aching for attention. His wet hand gropes your swelling boobs, rolling your nipples under his slick palm.

You watch as Taehyung’s mouth closes the distance between him and your pussy, his hot, hard tongue following the same pattern of Jimin’s fingers. The muscle teases your entrance before sliding up and down your slit a few times until he reaches your clit. He gives the bundle kitten-licks as he savors the way your face fleetingly twists in pleasure, his eyes carefully catching each expression.

“Ooh, Tae,” You tangle your fingers into his hair once again, encouraging him to get closer, to go deeper. He envelops your clit in his hot mouth and sucks hard, making you scream. “Tae!”

Your moans never stop, instead, they only increase in volume; especially as Taehyung slides one hand further up your thigh, and gathers your fluid with it before sliding his fingers into your tight hole.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung groans between your legs and his voice sends vibrations through your very core. He moves his finger in and out of you, stretching you before he adds a second. His wrists flick rapidly as he fucks you with his fingers. “Such a needy girl.”

You cum quickly with a scream. Stars line up your vision at the powerful orgasm. Jimin holds your twitching body up as Taehyung continues to fuck your clenching hole with his fingers while licking the cum clean that drips from his fingers. Your orgasm ends, but Taehyung keeps going, now sucking and nibbling at your clit again. “Too much, too much.” You pull at Taehyung’s hair, trying to pull him away. He doesn’t relent, intent on keeping his word from earlier.

Strong arms from behind wrap around you, and pull you away from the kneeling man, whose face glistens from your cum. “Taehyung, you need to give her a break.”

Bless you Jimin, you beautiful angel.

“It’s my turn next.” His grip on you tightens, almost possessively like a child holding their favorite toy.

Wait, what?

“Fine, but I really want her to hear her beg more.” Taehyung stands up and stalks toward the both you.

“If she’s up for it,” Jimin shrugs, “it’s fine by me.” You’re not sure if he’s supporting you or signing your death warrant.

Once Taehyung reaches you, he grabs your chin between his fingers to hold you still as he kisses you deeply. His tongue easily slips into your mouth, and you taste yourself from his mouth.

He ends the kiss, wiping the back of his hand along his mouth. “Tasty, isn’t it?”

Jimin’s head suddenly reaches over your shoulder, pushing you in between him and Taehyung, as his lips reaches the other man’s. It’s a messy kiss, Jimin practically eating out Taehyung’s mouth. You stare at the scene, heat once again pooling between your legs.

“Divine.” Jimin says as he breaks the kiss and licks his lips. He starts waddling you backwards towards your room in the same fashion as he did earlier.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you so hard into that chair of yours. it’ll break. Then, you’ll have to buy a new one.”

Taehyung laughs as he follows along, eyeing your form now being practically dragged away by Jimin.

“Jimin, nooo.” You whine, not pleased at the prospect of buying another chair, which they seemed hell-bent on turning true. “The bed works perfectly fine.”

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obae-me · 5 years ago

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The House of Lamantation on Summer Vacation

“I believe the humans call it ‘Summer Vacation’,” Diavolo announced to his prestigious student council. “A time where students take a break from their studies and have fun. I think this could be an amazing opportunity to further strengthen our bond between demons and humans. Which is exactly why I want all of you along with MC to experience this Summer Vacation for yourselves. No need to worry, I have it all planned out already. You all are dismissed, you have packing to do after all!”

Lucifer

He was very against going on a vacation. It was more of a chance for his brothers to get themselves in trouble. And going to the human world no less, a world he was still pretty unfamiliar with. He was less in control there, which made him even more upset.

Once he saw the sparkle of excitement in MC’s eyes, he softened a little, and tried not to completely dismiss the idea.

Made sure to pack his extra special collection of Demonus. He would probably need it.

Once they all got to their own private beachfront cabin via the influence of the Lord of the Devildom, Lucifer laid down the ground rules. Too many of them...

Will pester and coddle MC constantly. “Where are you? Did you put on sunscreen? I want to know your location at all times. Wear sandles, you don’t want your feet to burn. Don’t swim out too far.”

MC is now in possession of secret pictures of Lucifer passed out in a hammock, his sunglasses slightly crooked on his face. He’s never looked so peaceful. MC refuses to let anyone know about the pictures they took, including Lucifer.

Will un-ironically take MC on a romantic walk on the beach.

Actually enjoyed his time on vacation, but won’t admit it to anyone.

Mammon

This boy is so excited. No class? No studies? And in all in the human world no less? He’s going to do whatever he wants whenever he wants, and steal buy stuff along the way.

He brought a full empty suitcase for all the stuff he’s going to acquire.

Started an intense water gun war by getting one of Satan’s books wet, which will effectively end in Lucifer getting a face full of water and banning water guns for the rest of the trip and possibly for eternity.

“Yo, human, I found these on the beach, who knew something free could be so pretty. Shells in the Devildom usually have a monster attached to them, heh. H-hey don’t get the wrong idea, these are completely worthless, and so I don’t want ‘em! I thought you could do something with them I guess...”

A few creepy men decided to give MC a hard time, but those humans were not prepared to have Mammon stroll up behind them with a look so serious MC almost didn’t even recognize him. They wouldn’t be bothering MC again, and Mammon never left MC’s side for the rest of the trip.

MC keeps finding little gifts on their nightstand in their room, they know it’s from Mammon, but anytime they bring it up he pretends like he has no idea. “Wow that’s crazy huh?? Looks like you have someone really great and generous looking out for you, human!”

Levi

Levi was also against going. Being outside around human world normies? being without his PC? And his figures?? Not to mention he’d miss new summer anime releases!

Almost had to be dragged out of the house until he came around to the idea when MC mentioned this was practically a Beach Episode.

Still ended up downloading a bunch of anime on his phone as well as every portable game system he owned.

If this shut-in could barely handle the light in the Devildom he is not ready for bright shiny human summer days. So prepare to hear him complain.

This boy will swim fully clothed, and will also manage to have every little beach creature follow him around. He tried naming all of them Henry but eventually lost count of how many new friends he made.

Spent hours building a sandcastle with MC because it was exactly what the main protagonist of “I Became Friends With A Mermaid And Now I Spend All Day At The Beach Building Sandcastles” would do.

Can’t stop imagining MC as a mermaid and can’t stop being flustered when they see them.

“H-hey, MC...would you maybe...want to go swimming with me when it’s dark? The human night sky is really beautiful...not that you’d want to do something with an ugly shut-in like me...”

Satan

Was pretty indifferent to having to go on vacation. As long as he could read he would be fine. In fact, this could be a pretty interesting trip, there’s so many new things he could learn.

Packed books on tropical human climates. Actually packed any book he thought would enhance this experience. More books than personal items.

Also brought along his camera for his most recent hobby on photography, and he hasn’t had the opportunity to take anything on the human world.

For some reason he finds that with most of his pictures, MC happens to be in almost all of them. Strange.

Absolutely despises getting wet other than showers, so he’ll stay far away from the ocean, safe either in their cabin or on the sand. He only broke this rule of his twice, once for the water gun fiasco and secondly for a game of Chicken Fight just for an opportunity to shove Lucifer underwater.

He’ll probably tell MC some disturbing fact about the ocean just to get them to hang out with him on dry land for the rest of the day and will read to MC while they relax.

He once fell asleep on a beach chair, book over his chest, the title mentioning something about pirates. MC smiled and put the book off to the side, remembering to save the page.

Somehow he and Lucifer didn’t bother each other as much during the vacation, in fact Satan seemed to be enjoying his time, and be able to laugh and smile without any malice behind it.

Asmo

Selfies, selfies, selfies!

So excited about going on vacation, all the stress from exams wasn’t doing his skin any good. Besides, he loves the glow he gives off under the sun in the human world.

Packed so much stuff it was a wonder they brought it all. Pretty much packed everything he owned, just in case.

Uses the summer heat as an excuse to wear as little as he possibly can.

Will be hanging out at the beach almost constantly, lounging out in the open, flirting with anyone he comes across. Especially MC.

“MC! You need more sunscreen, come over and let me get those hard to reach spots.~”

Packed several swimsuits for MC despite them never asking him to, but they try them all on for him to humor him at least.

Doesn’t care about getting wet because you know he’s got that special waterproof stuff. He’ll be looking great regardless.

If MC happens to be insecure about how they look in a bathing suit, he will be their hype man. “But dear, you look amazing. MC, I’m the demon of lust, if I say you look good, that means you look great, and if anyone says otherwise, well, they’ll have me to deal with.”

Beel

Is fine with going on vacation as long as there’s good food.

Packed his personal stuff pretty lightly, but had to bring along about seven coolers worth of food.

MC introduces him to all sorts of summer treats, popsicles, sherbets, shaved ice. But his new favorite sweet treat turned out to be the s’mores he and MC made together over an open fire.

Somehow restrains himself well enough to keep plenty of snacks and food for MC.

Will make sure MC is well fed and hydrated at All Times. “MC, you’ve been out playing for a while, come share this watermelon with me. MC, come drink this lemonade, it’s so tasty.”

MC went a little too far out in the water, getting caught up in a current, struggling to get back to the others. Beel didn’t spend a moment to hesitate before diving in the water, swimming like an Olympic athlete to help MC back to shore keeping an eye on them like a lifeguard from then on out.

Aside from the endless eating he’ll probably get into some sports like beach volleyball. He also played a tournament of Chicken Fight with MC on his shoulders against all the other brothers. They were an undefeated team.

This sweet boy will enjoy the trip to it’s fullest, because it was filled with food and family.

Belphie

He’s conflicted about going. He tried to back out of it plenty of times before Lucifer finally threatened him. He feels like it’s...too soon for him to be going back to the human world. But if MC is going...whatever, it’s not like he had anything going on anyway.

Packed plenty of pillows, blankets, and comfy clothes, fully expecting to sleep for two weeks straight. He hates how hot it is, MC has never seen him without his usual baggy layered clothes, but he’s opted for shorts and a tank top.

Doesn’t like how bright it is, so he’ll wear sunglasses and stay under the shade at all times if he can. He’ll complain about the sun but he can sleep through anything, and will take naps no matter how sunny it is.

Became the victim of getting his body buried in the sand, but it was like a blanket so he fell asleep instantly. Stayed there for hours until Beel came and carried him home.

Doesn’t like swimming too much but will join in by laying on a float. MC flipped the float over once, and Belphie got into a splash fight with them which ended with both of them exhausted. More sleepy cuddles.

Will make sure MC gets good rest after each day of activity, he’ll bring cool cloths, fans, teas, himself.

Spent a full day with MC building a pillow fort worthy of Diavolo himself, they rewarded themselves by sleeping close together in their own blanket nest under the soft glow of fairy lights.

Extra

They all found out that demons actually can get sunburns, so MC was tasked with taking care of all the brothers during the trip, doing their best not to laugh at all their reddened faces.

Their summer vacation only lasted about two weeks much to MC’s disappointment, but figured it was probably for the best for the safety of humanity.

Diavolo was extremely satisfied with the results, and kept it in mind for plenty of other events he had planned for them.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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badatjokezz · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu!! Rare Pair Fic Recs

i’ve been so hype about some Hq rarepairs lately now imma list some of my fav fanfics, mostly OiSuga mwehehe....

(probably gonna add some more in the future)

Oisuga (Oikawa x Sugawara)

1. Stuck in the Middle With You by overlymetaromantic

It's not the kind of blossoming relationship either of them would expect, but maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something good.

1. In which Suga and Oikawa run into each other on a late night convenience store run.

2. In which Suga and Oikawa inadvertently switch bags and end up with the other’s uniform.

3. In which Suga gives Oikawa the lecture he doesn't want but probably needs, and Oikawa might accidentally be a little in love.

4. In which Oikawa won't shut up about Suga, and Iwaizumi plays matchmaker just to make him stop.

5. In which there is not a date, and Suga likes spicy things much more than sweet.

6. In which Karasuno and Aobajousai hold training camps in the same neck of the woods, and the trip back proves to be more revealing than it probably should.

7. In which there might just be a future to this after all.

(Dis is so fluffy i might die)

2. moving on (growing up) by _helios (neocitz)

‘I’ll do it,’ Suga says, walking into their prep school and dropping his bag on the floor next to Oikawa. He shoves the melon bun and drink forward into Oikawa’s hands, and stands there looking down at him because he knows that he needs to not chicken out.

‘You’ll do what?’ Oikawa looks up through his glasses, eyes wide and confused as the other students stream in around them.

‘The fake dating thing, I’ll do it.’

‘Fuck. Yes.’ Oikawa says with a fist pump.

(It’s been AGES since i read Fake/Pretend Relationship fic, this one is goood)

3. how strange, to be remembered by venusintwelfthFandoms

"He is not formed of the type of dust that makes up stars. Suga is not the type of person that stays in the mind of one like Oikawa Tooru, ten years later. He is formed of the type of dust you shake off, the type that settles into the ground."

Ten years after Suga last steps off a high-school court, Oikawa recollects a "Mr. Refreshing" in a post-game interview, and Suga is left scrambling.

(Cute one-shot, Oikawa still remember Mr. Refreshing from Karasuno)

4. all the small things by Authoress for lemedy

Sugawara Koushi.

Oikawa’s brain supplies the name of the person standing at the other end of the aisle before Oikawa can even register him, attuned to spitting out facts about other volleyball players on a second’s notice, even after all these years. Karasuno High vice-captain. 174 cm…no, more like 176 now. Skilled at raising morale and bringing an element of surprise to their strategy. Troublesome. Refreshing. Setter.

The enemy.

(Single Dad! Oikawa, cuuutee ugh)

5. Win Some by kingdra (aroceu) for Icie

Tooru does not have a problem, its name is certainly not Sugawara Koushi, and he is not going to the Karasuno practices just to watch him. Regardless of whatever Iwa-chan says.

(High school romane~)

6. Even as bright as you are? by BKAKCANON

That night when he goes to sleep, he includes "the safety of fairies" on his prayers, making a promise to whoever was listening him, that he'd protect all the fairies and keep their secret safe forever.

[Where Oikawa meets Suga when they are kids and Oikawa believes Suga is secretly a fairy and decides he has to protect his secret all costs.]

(This is basically matches my headcanon)

7. getting to know you by oisugasuga

Suga feels like he’s back on the court then, his heart thudding hard in his ears… so hard he almost misses what Oikawa says. Unfortunately, though, he doesn’t.

"My, my. What a surprise," Oikawa Tooru says. And then… "Hello, Mr. Refreshing."

(Haven’t finished yet but DAMN I LOVE OIKAWA AND SUGA IN HERE, single dad! oikawa, and Suga babysitting oikawa’s kid, def slow burn. Imma follow this fic till death)

8. Dear Reader by hyirule

No one seems to read the paper anymore. But Oikawa likes to for the sports section. One day he finds himself reading a section called "Dear Reader" and finds a submission he can relate to.

Basically messages sent through a page on a newspaper brings to unlikely souls together, who maybe have more in common than they first thought.

(Cannon compliant, simple and... refreshing(?))

9. rest by shicchaan

Tooru looks at the sleeping person beside him as he waits for the lights change into green. The growing fringe of his husband started to cover his eyes but he can still see the beautiful birthmark under the silver haired's left eye.

(Established relationship, fluff fluff!!!)

10. long is the road (that leads me home) by ichweissnichtauch

He thinks about himself, deleting contacts from his phone and throwing coffee cups away without even looking at the string of numbers scrawled in Sharpie ink underneath, and he’s tired of hiding, tired of carefully treading the lines he’d drawn for himself all those years ago.

Just this once, Tooru wants— he thinks he wants to be brave.

Oikawa Tooru is not a stranger to wanting.

(like... 20% Oisuga but i like the way this story follows the Cannon till he get to Argentina)

11. It's Always Been About You by mintycarrots

Every time Tooru had envisioned meeting his soulmate, it was a confession of love, filled with tears of happiness and a lot of making out. It would be a faceless petite girl that would support Tooru in whatever he chose to pursue and would understand when Tooru prioritized volleyball over all else.

It was never a boy on the rival team.

(Soulmate AU)

12. a play in three acts by venusintwelfth

"The first time Sugawara Koushi sees Oikawa Tooru play, he thinks that if he wasn’t so set on volleyball, he’d do well in theater."

the first seijoh x karasuno match through the eyes of suga.

(Kinda poetic i guess, well written af)

13. colors by dazeful

Sugawara Koushi's colorful life as an archer.

(this is like the perfect oisuga one shot ive ever read)

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IwaSuga (Iwaizumi x Sugawara)

1. And so the moon cried by iwriteinpenFandoms:

The hillocks are the domain of unearthly creatures. Creatures of rot and fog, of music and dance. Like ghosts in the night they travel without leaving footprints, they disappear in a flurry of long dresses and pale hair. Those who are fated to see them risk curses far worse than death. You may hear them, a giggle in the wind. You may smell them, the smell of the fog rolling in through the trees. You should pray you never see them. Iwaizumi Hajime is a simple man. He works a simple farm job and enjoys simple things. After one morning where he woke next to a perfect circle of death and only the memory of brown eyes and cold hands, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to the forest. Will the tales of his childhood play out with him at the center or will he have to disregard all reason?

(Danish Folklore AU)

2. Cry Just A Little by DreadfulMind

Suga was whistling a tune to himself as he opened the door to the bathroom, so he didn't hear the muffled crying through the door. But he could hear it clearly once he was inside. He heard the sharp sob of someone trying to stop.

"Iwaizumi?" He asked, "are you sure you're alright?"

(Simple but c u t e)

3. Generations by Karasuno Volleygays (ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindor), mozaikmage

Professional sports blogger Sugawara Koushi writes an article about a volleyball match that bears special meaning to him and his former kouhai: a showdown between Kitagawa Daiichi and Yukigaoka Middle School, ten years after the teams faced off for the first time. He doesn't plan on capturing the attention of the world of sports journalism, and he certainly doesn't expect himself to end up having a thing for one of the coaches involved, one Iwaizumi Hajime.

(Time-Skip, I loved it)

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KuroTsuki (Kuroo x Tsukishima)

1. Invictus by Chiru

Kuroo T. » So let me get this straight (gay?) Kuroo T. » You want me to pretend to be your perfect and fabulous boyfriend, so that your little freckled friend will stop trying to set you up with cute little highschool girls? Tsukishima Kei » yes Kuroo T. » Aha. Tsukishima Kei » you'll do it? Kuroo T. » I don't know. I missed the part where I get something out of it. Tsukishima Kei » you get to annoy me. Unfortunately Kuroo T. » Tempting, Tsukki, very tempting indeed.

(Fake/Pretend Relationship, some fluff, some angst, i read this in the middle of the night and cried, fortunately happy ending)

2. hold onto hope if you got it by nekolyssi

"Now, in the beginning of their third year of high school, the obnoxious hollering and incessant spirit of his teammates became normalcy to Kei. And now, normalcy is this. Weekly psych meetings. Pharmacy waiting rooms. Prescriptions. Refusal of prescriptions. More prescriptions."

(Not finished yet but yep prolly gonna put this one to one of those best haikyuu fics ive ever read. I wasnt so interested at first but i really like the idea of mental ilness etc, this is g o o d!!)

3. [KuroTsuki Fest Week 2017] Traces by Heartythrills

Kuroo’s disappeared for a little over a week now, and suddenly a 4 year old who looks like him appears before Tsukishima’s apartment.

(Age regression, fluff)

4. I swear by xArtemisx

Like the shadow that's by your side I'll be there

"What are you doing here, Tetsu? It's cold." Kei asked softly. Tetsurou smiled. Hearing his name came out of Kei's lips is always music to his ears.

"Nothing. I just came to think that whatever memory we make, may it be happy or sad memories, the bright moon and the starry night sky is always there to be the witness. Did you notice?" The alpha answered and Kei nodded. He also noticed it.

"Yes, I did noticed it."

(I love agony and sad ending....)

5. Honeybee by ClosetGoblin

Tsukishima has trouble sleeping one night during a Third Gym Camping Trip. So, he takes his acoustic guitar and passes the time with some music, and gets a visitor. Maybe he doesn't mind Kuroo's voice as he does the screeching that Lev and Hinata call singing.

(Simple but sweet)

6. Say You Like Me by the_madame21

It's been three months. And Tsukishima Kei is going to see Kuroo Tetsurou.

(light angst and.. s m u t. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamic)

7. trying to get to you by mytsukkishine

Everything came crashing down on Kuroo when Kei had left him alone with nothing but the moon shining down on him.

Wherein, Kuroo was struggling to move on and decided that he wouldn't mind being with Kei again.

(sad beginning? yes. sad ending? y e s. you’re a masochist? come get your juice)

8. Please Hold by ThemooncatFandoms

Kei was expecting Kuroo to do one of two things; Send a text to the office saying that they will have to call back another time and continue what they started, or excuse himself from Kei to answer the call, which was most likely. He shouldn’t have been surprised when Kuroo does neither of those things.

(short but hot. what’s hotter than quiet sex?)

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Ushijima x Oikawa

1. This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by Mysecretfanmoments, Pouler (poulerslashes)

Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He'd hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can't help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?

(It was funny for me reading oikawa/ushijima fic with that “you should’ve come to Shiratorizawa” joke at first but somehow i found this one... endearing :3, cute poor ushiwaka)

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Atsumu x Nishinoya

1. All the things I love about Yuu by KilluCoulomb

Atsumu Miya is fixated in Nishinoya. The way the boy acts, talks, plays. He Carefully observes from afar, but he slowly warms up to the Libero. Friendship becomes more and more intimate. Atsumu realizes Nishinoya is not that simple guy he met three years ago. And he loves it.

(pro volleyball players AU)

2. i'll see you then by noyabeans (snowdrops)

Nishinoya Yuu and Miya Atsumu build a rivalry and something more.

“Oh, it's Karasuno’s libero,” he says, mildly surprised to see Nishinoya’s face staring back at him from the brochure, grinning wide with his arms folded over his chest.

Contains spoilers for the current manga arc, up to chapter 380.

#oisuga #kurotsuki #oikawa x sugawara #kuroo x tsukishima #iwasuga #iwaizumi x sugawara #ushijima x oikawa #ushioi #atsunoya #haikyuu!!#fic recs

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 3 years ago

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The story of Swamp Rat 17: Don Garlits' most misunderstood Top Fueler (part 1)

Don Garlits’ Swamp Rat 17, the Wynn’s Liner, had a very short life in 1973 and is roundly considered to be among the few disappointments of the more than 40 Swamp Rats he campaigned. Here's the story behind this most misunderstood car.

09 Apr 2021 Phil Burgess, NHRA National Dragster Editor

Earlier this year, I wrote a column about racecar experiments that didn’t come to fruition and cited, chief among them, Don Garlits’ Swamp Rat 17, the Wynn’s Liner, which had a very short and disappointingly unsuccessful life in 1973.

I think the reason that car always leaps to the top of my “Well, that sure didn’t work” list is because it was a rare dead end for “Big Daddy,” one of the sport’s greatest innovators and chance takers. Although there are only 38 official Swamp Rats, there were some A and B versions, and the actual number well exceeds 40, according to “Big.” So, he had a pretty great batting average, yet strikeouts are going to happen, but better to go down swinging, right? Or, as hockey great Wayne Gretzky once said, “You miss 100% of the shots that you don’t take.”

[Coming later in this column: Garlits rates his five favorite Swamp Rats and five least favorite. Stay tuned for that.]

Anyway, after heaping criticism upon the car back in February, I thought it only fair to allow The Man Himself to provide the context that defines this car’s place in the sport’s history. Not sure if he’d want to discuss one of his missteps, I reached out to the sport’s most storied driver and received an enthusiastic “I’D LOVE TO!” response to my query and away we went.

Before we get to that discussion, let me provide a little more context. The other thing that always intrigued me about Garlits’ decision to build Swamp Rat 17 was that he had blown away the sport with Swamp Rat 14 (the first rear-engined winner, 1971 Winternationals) and its evolutionary successor, Swamp Rat 16, which won the 1972 Gatornationals. (Swamp Rat 15 was a front-engined car built just in case SR14 was a flop; it never ran.) After all this success, why take this detour, especially when no one else was experimenting with aerodynamics?

Turns out that while the ‘Liner didn’t make its debut until mid-1973, the idea was conceived in mid-1971, not long after Garlits had proven that the rear-engined design worked. It was at that point that Garlits’ old buddy, Jocko Johnson, whose similarly shaped entry had made huge waves in 1959 with “Jazzy” Jim Nelson at the wheel, suggested that maybe it was time to resurrect his design and have “Big Daddy” put it on one of his chassis.

“I always liked streamlining, and Jocko had never given up on the idea, but he needed a success rear-engined car to try it again,” Garlits explained.

The only rub was that Johnson needed a shorter car, a 180-inch wheelbase chassis, to fit under the body, Swamp Rat 14 and 16 were 215 inches.

I've never seen any detailed shots of the car without the body, but did stumble across this image, a 1/16th scale version that Johnson had built to show Garlits his idea. Very cool!

Johnson, a laid-back Californian, began work on the body mold in 1971 but didn’t finish it until 1972, then came to Garlits' Seffner, Fla., base to build the body, which would not be completed and the car not race-ready until Garlits was already on Swamp Rat 19 in mid-1973.

The slow pace for the Liner’s body construction was frustrating for Garlits, who was well-known for being able to build a complete car in just a few days, and in his great book, Don Garlits and His Cars, “Big” pulled no punches about the reason for the delay.

"Jocko by now was growing his 'weed' next door and stayed 'high' most of the time! On several occasions, I went next door, pulled up the plants, and burned them. Jocko just planted more and stayed high."

In anticipation of the Wynn’s Liner’s someday completion, Garlits built Swamp Rat 18, the car dubbed “Shorty,” with a 180-inch wheelbase so he could get a feel for the three-foot-shorter configuration and ran it at several AHRA events in 1972 but never felt comfortable in the car, but he felt sure that the Liner’s body would give the car stability and faster speed, just as adding the rear wing to Swamp Rat 14 had improved top-end speeds.

“18 just wanted to do funny things going down the course," he remembered. “You had to be really careful with it. I had to really slow down the steering to even make it work at all.”

The ‘Liner was finally ready early in 1973, and Garlits towed it and “Shorty” out to California to run the AHRA Grand American event at Orange County Int’l Raceway. Veteran Funny Car racer Butch Maas, finally recovered from serious burns he had suffered in the Hawaiian Funny Car the year before, was itching to drive the car, so Garlits let him and set about getting “Shorty” also qualified for the race.

There had been so much hype built about the ‘Liner, which had been featured on the cover of Car Craft magazine back in July 1972 with the cover blurb “Garlits Aims for 275 mph.” The feature had been shot and originally the blurb had targeted 250 mph (Garlits has a copy of the original mockup with 250 on it in the museum display, and kindly shot a photo for me), but the editors decided to raise more eyebrows. Although the official national record at the time was 234.37 (set by Gaines Markley in April in Seattle), Garlits had run 243.90 mph in the final round of the Gatornationals but didn't get the chance to back it up, so maybe 250 wasn't far enough "out there" for the publication.

“By the time we got the car read, [the editors] told me that 250 wasn’t enough, that they wanted to put 275 on it,” Garlits recalled. “We thought the car might go 255 or 260, but I agreed with them that 275 sounded better and more exciting.” [For the record, we wouldn’t see 275 for another 15 years, when Darrell Gwynn ran 278 in Dallas in late 1986.]

Just as had been the case when he debuted the famous rear-engined Swamp Rat 14 in 1971, Garlits’ fellow racers scoffed at Garlits’ latest project, mostly, he thinks, because if it had been successful it would have created a major sea change in the class just as Swamp Rat 14 had done. That wasn’t to be.

Maas made several attempts in the car but was spooked by its handling and ran a best speed of 180 mph. You can see by the photo here that the car didn’t yet have the bubble canopy on it, and Garlits is not sure it ever did in the car’s short lifespan (although it's visible in the Car Craft cover, Garlits says they didn't have a working cockpit hinge yet). You can also see "Big" in the background holding the bleach bottle. Although Maas couldn’t qualify the ‘Liner, Garlits was able to put "Shorty” into the show but lost in round one to Herm Petersen. “The whole trip was a disaster,” Garlits summed up in his book.

Still determined to make it work, Garlits put Don Cook in the car for the IHRA event at Lakeland Dragway in Florida. Cook had driven the short-wheelbase, rear-engined Piranha in late 1966, so Garlits figured he could get the job done, but he also was forced to lift a half-track on several passes. "They both said it was doing something funny, so I got in the car myself for a ride,” said Garlits.

“It took off kinda slow because it was so heavy, but then it was cruising along pretty well and making a decent run when all of the sudden the motor revved up. I quickly lifted and then felt a bump, like I had hit a bump in the track or something.

“We brought it back to the pit and tore it apart, but there was nothing broken in the driveline, and that’s when we figured out that the whole car had gone airborne and when lifted it came back down, and that was the bump I felt.

“Jocko thought I had sabotaged him, so he wouldn’t get any credit for the design, which is pretty ridiculous. He went to his grave never believing that the car was doing the things I said it did.”

Garlits also had concerns about the amount of nitro fumes being trapped under the body and the fact that the car was not easy to get out of. “I knew that someday it would catch fire, and that would be a helluva deal for the driver, so I just gave up on the project,” he said.

Garlits sold the car to rocket-car racers Russell Mendez and Ramon Alvarez, who envisioned turning it into a hydrogen peroxide-powered rocket car, but Mendez was killed in an exhibition pass in their Free Spirit rocket dragster at the 1975 Gatornationals, and Alvarez, a plumber by trade (who actually had done the plumbing for Garlits' house) needed cash and sold it back to "Big." Given the 'Liners inherent instability at less than 200 mph, one can only imagine what it would have done at rocket-car speed. (“It would probably have flown right up into the sky,” Garlits marveled.)

So, I asked Garlits the million-dollar question: "Is he glad he built the car, or was it just a waste of time and money?"

“It was definitely a waste of time and money, but I’m glad we did it. I enjoyed all of the projects I did, even the ones that didn’t work out, like the Sidewinder and the turbine [-powered] car. Everyone raved about the turbine engines and how powerful they could be, and that car didn't work out but it was fun to figure it out. I always loved experimenting. That’s what made it so fun. When you’re involved with projects like those, your mind is going 24x7, trying to think of all of the scenarios to make it work.

“Plus if I hadn’t gotten together with Jocko, I wouldn’t have his original streamliner in my museum or the body from the Mooneyham-Ferguson-Jackson-Faust car. That all came together because of my relationship with Jocko."

#Garlits #Swamp Rat 17 #swamp rat #don garlits #drag racing #top fuel dragster #dragster #dragstrip #drag race

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et-lesailes · 5 years ago

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lockdown lust

pairing: johnny storm x reader

word count: 3270

summary: video chatting with your best friend johnny during quarantine turns a bit steamy.

themes: smut

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notes: man i wish my quarantine was going like this. graphic creds go to the @thewritingdoll, also patreon saw this first! click here to join :)

You’re laying on your side on your bed, dressed in a simple tank top and shorts with your sports bra just barely peeking out from either side of your shirt, clicking through YouTube video after YouTube video on your laptop. Ever since being unemployed thanks to the pandemic, each day is the same as the previous. Wake up, eat breakfast, watch TV, play some video games, eat lunch, read, try and teach yourself a new language, sit outside on the deck for a bit, eat dinner… you’re slowly going crazy not having anything productive to do, but it at least helps being able to chat with your friends via FaceTime and Zoom. It’s rather depressing being alone and stuck at home, but one of your best friends in particular manages to help quite a lot. Even though Johnny’s going just as crazy as you are, he’s still his fun loving, goofy, and energetic self, and it’s safe to say he knows how to cheer you up whenever you’re feeling the quarantine blues.

A notification pops up on your screen indicating that he’s video calling you, and you gladly answer. “Hey there, gorgeous.” He greets you in his typical flirtatious fashion- as usual, he’s shirtless (you’re assuming also only in underwear) and lounging back in his bed with a beer in one hand. “Fuck, I’m so bored. What are you up to?” You laugh softly, sighing as you look at the YouTube videos on the side of your screen. “Literally nothing. Honestly considering just going to sleep because I have nothing else to do.”

“You know what I miss?” he suddenly speaks up rather than responding to you, taking a swig of his beer. “Sex. No, I miss even just touching a girl. Like even if it’s a fucking handshake. I’m starting to think I should have just picked a quarantine girlfriend so I could get some action.” You blink and laugh, shaking your head to yourself though you can’t help but admit you understand the feeling. “I’m not gonna lie, I definitely miss the feeling of having someone in the bed with me.” You don’t have a boyfriend, but you did sometimes have a fling every now and then. As Johnny said, though, it’s not just about sex. You simply miss the comforting, reassuring feeling of having a male’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his body in his slumber.

“Yeah? So have you been masturbating a lot?” he asks bluntly, and you laugh; you and Johnny are extremely close, and so questions like these never throw you off or make you uncomfortable. “Kind of, yeah, but I’m sure nowhere near as much as you.” You tease with a smirk, and he snickers in return. “Touche, darling. I can’t help it, okay? I have a high sex drive.” He suddenly arches a brow, lifting his drink up slightly. “Hello, why am I the only one drinking? Go get some alcohol, c’mon!” You roll your eyes fondly at his severe ADD, but nod your head. “Alright, alright, be right back.”

You return a few moments later with a glass of wine, settling into your previous position laying on your side and propped up on your elbow, sipping from your glass. “Happy now?” you ask, and he scoffs playfully. “Wine? What are you, forty?” You blink and laugh loudly, making a face. “Beer makes my stomach feel weird! It’s all… carby or whatever.” He hums thoughtfully before reaching out of the frame to pick up something- a bottle of liquor. “Okay, what about shots?”

You look at him in amusement and disbelief, but honestly, you actually feel a little sympathy for him. He just wants company; he’s an incredibly social guy who absolutely loves going out, clubbing, dancing, and meeting new people- of course he just wants a drinking buddy right now. “Alright, alright, I literally just settled down but I’ll get out of bed again just for you.” You wrinkle your nose at him and he cheers happily, pumping his fist in the air. “Hell yeah, that’s my girl! Hurry now before my buzz dies down.” You chuckle softly and get up again, setting your wine down and going back to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of fruit flavored rum. It’s probably going to be a long night if Johnny’s this hyped up already, but you’re actually looking forward to it. You really do love talking to him, especially during this period of time.

An hour flies by without you even realizing it. You’ve been drinking with Johnny the whole time, laughing and chatting and joking around with each other as you usually do; there’s no one who can make you smile as much as he does. His enthusiasm and rowdiness is contagious- you’ve felt so groggy and lazy during these lockdown days, but he always knows how to snap you right back.

“Hey, Y/N.” Johnny reaches over to grab another can of beer from the table and you catch even more of a view of his rippling abs. “Yeah?” you ask, wondering just how much you’ve drank to actually be checking Johnny out. You can acknowledge he’s an attractive guy, but he’s only been a friend to you all this time- for some reason, you never really entertained the thought of anything more. Perhaps because you’ve seen the way he is with women; not necessarily bad or toxic, but not exactly boyfriend material either.

“Let’s play a game.” He suggests, giving you a little smirk. “How about Never Have I Ever?” You blink but smile, nodding your head. “Alright, sure. Wanna start?” He suddenly lifts a hand, shaking his head. “Uh uh uh, hold on. This version of the game has a catch.” He downs the rest of his beer before wiping his lips with the back of his hand, grinning at you mischievously. “For every single thing you have done, you have to take off an article of clothing.”

“What? You know, like, everything I’ve done!” you argue in amusement, and he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “And you know everything I’ve done. So? C’mon, it’ll be fun. But we can’t do stupid stuff, like “Never have I ever kissed a girl” or “watched hardcore porn”. It has to be more specific.”

You roll your eyes but find yourself agreeing. “Okay. Fine. Shouldn’t you, like, maybe put on clothes first though? You know, so you actually have something to take off?” He blinks and looks down at his half naked body before laughing loudly. “Oh yeah, good point!” You watch as he stands up, eyes directly met with his boxers as he goes to grab a shirt, pants, and even socks and a watch. “You are ridiculous,” you remark, taking a sip of your wine though giggling nonetheless. As always, he knows just how to make you laugh.

“Alright, I’ll start.” Johnny gets himself comfortable again, dressed in a simple wifebeater and basketball shorts. “Never have I ever… gotten so drunk as a freshman at a college party that I ended up making my really handsome best friend carry me all the way back to my dorm.” You blink and laugh loudly making a face, whining playfully, “Johnny! God, you didn’t even go to school there, why were you there anyways?”

“To carry your ass back home. Now go on, get stripping.” You scoff but take off your tank top, revealing your patterned sports bra underneath. You see him staring and for some reason, you actually feel… excited. This has to be the alcohol, right? You clear your throat, tossing the top aside. “My turn. Never have I ever had sex with someone new five minutes after breaking up with my significant other.” You fire bluntly, the corner of your lips tugging upwards. He laughs, shaking his head to himself. “In my defense, we had only been dating for two weeks, and she went psycho on me. You remember! Right?”

“Just take off the shirt, Johnny.” You laugh, and he arches a brow, playfully retorting, “Wow, bossy. I like it, baby.” He lifts off the wifebeater revealing his abs once again, and you force yourself not to look at them- you know he’d make a comment otherwise. “If we’re going to bring sexcapades into this,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “never have I ever been caught hooking up in a movie theater.” You immediately blush, hiding your face. “Why did I ever tell you about that? It was barely hooking up, it was just making out! And you’ve done that several times at the movies, there’s no way you haven’t.”

“I have, but I’ve never been caught.” He winks and nods towards you. “So, the bra?” You roll your eyes and shake your head, shifting yourself so you’re sitting up on your knees to wiggle out of your shorts. You’re thankful you at least put on some cute underwear today, looking down at the sky blue material with little tiny icons of penguins on it. Johnny shamelessly looks too, chuckling softly. “Wow. Those are fucking precious.” He barely bites on his lip though as he keeps staring, and you feel yourself blushing deeper, quickly settling yourself back down again.

It’s obvious where this game’s heading. Both of you know it. You don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol, or the fact that you’re just extremely sex deprived, but you’re completely fine with how this night will end. It’s just a fun little game. Nothing wrong with that.

“My turn.” You snap him out of whatever daydream is running through his head, raising an eyebrow. “Never have I ever dated a freaking supermodel.”

“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice, Y/N?” he teases, but easily kicks off his basketball shorts. “No. Also why aren’t you just taking off your socks and the watch first?” you ask, and he grins, shrugging playfully. “I’m perfectly fine with just chilling with my dick out wearing nothing but a few accessories. What’s wrong with that?” You shake your head to yourself, though you can’t help but find the thought hilarious. How this boy became so bold and confident, you have no idea, but you have to admit it’s even a bit inspirational at times.

“Okay,” Johnny begins, taking a drink of his beer. He looks more excited now, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Never have I ever had sex with a long term significant other.” You blink and make a soft incredulous noise. “You’ve never even had a long term significant other!”

“That’s right, baby girl! Which is it gonna be, the bra or the panties?”

“Neither.” You smirk and bring your feet into view, wiggling your toes in the fuzzy socks you had been wearing. “I’m guessing someone here doesn’t have a foot fetish at least, because you didn’t even notice that I’m wearing socks.” Johnny groans in playful annoyance as you take them off, crossing his arms. “Fine, you got me there. Your turn.”

You have to pause for a second. Not to think of what you’re going to say- God, you know Johnny better than he does, you could write a book of all the bullshit he pulls. No, you have to pause because this is where things are going to start getting intense. You’re going to see your best friend naked, and he’s going to see you naked. Both of you are horny out of your minds. Both of you are intoxicated. Do you really want to go through with this?

“Hello? You there?” he asks impatiently, in classic Johnny fashion. You swear the boy has the attention span of a turkey.

“Never have I ever had a wet dream about my best friend.” You suddenly speak, looking at him intently- he looks at you in surprise for a few moments, but before he can move, you’re suddenly the one slowly lifting your sports bra up and over your head, your breasts moving up with it before lightly bouncing down.

He’s completely speechless, his eyes on your chest as if he’s never seen boobs before, his facial expression getting more and more serious from shock. “Holy…” he finally mumbles, nibbling on his lip. You’ve never seen him look so hungry, so full of desire, and it’s only turning you on. There’s a certain thrill and adrenaline rush that comes with getting intimate with someone you’re “not supposed” to, and you’re definitely feeling that buzz right now.

“Well?” you ask softly, tilting your head to one side. “I have. Have you?” You’re taking a big chance here, but considering what a sleazeball Johnny can be, you’re certain it’s had to have happened at least once. He looks at you for a few moments before slowly smirking, moving his hands down…

… only to take off his socks. Your expression is one of complete disbelief as you’re about to ask him if he’s actually serious, but then he goes to take off his watch. After that, he moves his hands to the hem of his boxers and pushes them down- his erection jumps up, tall and thick, and you can feel the heat in your core simply from looking at it. He lounges back against his headboard, completely nude, his chest visibly heaving slightly from excitement.

You clear your throat trying not to be too obvious about staring at it. “Why’d you… um… why did you take more than one thing off?”

He leans over and he’s out of the frame for a second. You hear the sound of hands rubbing together. Lotion. “Because I’ve had more than one wet dream.” He answers simply upon returning, keeping his eyes on you as he slowly wraps his hand around his cock. “Do you want to hear about one?” You widen your eyes, now only paying attention to this shaft at this point, watching him pump himself slowly. Fuck, you’re so turned on right now. “Yes,” you breathe out, starting to shift uncomfortably as you subconsciously rub your thighs together.

“In the dream you were dating that dumb ex of yours. I can’t even remember his fucking name anymore. The one I hated, you know who I’m talking about.” Johnny begins, eyes briefly roaming your body on his screen. “I came over one day and he was out somewhere. You were wearing this sexy ass lingerie, to surprise him when he got back. When I walked in, you just immediately jumped up on me without realizing it was me- when you did, you looked all shocked, but I just kept holding you in my arms.” He breathes heavier, starting to pump faster. “We start kissing. Making out. My tongue’s practically down your fucking throat, my hands squeezing your perfect ass, I bring you into the bedroom.”

Your cheeks feel flushed and your own breaths are becoming a little more uneven, completely focused on everything he’s saying. “Then what?” you whisper; you don’t even realize your hand is moving to your breast. He lets out a groan simply from watching you, continuing, “I push you down on your hands and knees on the bed and slap your ass so hard, it leaves a mark. I tell you that you belong to me now, and that I don’t care if your boyfriend has to watch us fuck for me to prove that.” He stares at you as you start massaging your breast, watching in awe as your fingers pinch your nipple ever-so-slightly. “Fuck, you like this, don’t you baby girl? After that, I finger fuck you over and over again, I make you cum so goddamn many times. You’re fucking screaming by the end of it, you’re still on your hands and knees like a good girl, your face is against the mattress and your perky little butt’s up in the air for me. You fucking love every second of it.” He grits his teeth slightly as he keeps pumping, eyes dark with lust. “Then you want to know what happens next?”

“Y-yes, yes Johnny, please,” you practically moan, now practically trying to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the frustration. “Then take off your panties,” he suddenly demands, and you instantly obey, wiggling them off your legs. “Sit up so I can see your pussy,” he growls huskily. You adjust the laptop so that it’s in front of you, sitting and leaning back with your legs spread so that your bare entrance is in view, resting yourself on your elbows breathlessly. “I’m so fucking wet, Johnny,” you whine, moving your hand down your torso and using your fingers to start rubbing yourself. “Please, please keep going…”

“God damn,” he groans deeply, the mere noise in itself making you shiver in pleasure. “After I have you cumming over and over again, I grab your hair and thrust inside you, holding your ass and smacking it whenever I fucking want.” You let out a moan as you push one finger inside, tilting your head back. “Your tight little pussy felt so fucking good around me, babe. I had my big dick poking out your goddamn belly from how hard and deep I fucked you. I was tugging your hair, choking you, spanking you, playing with those perfect tits- you made the perfect little fuckdoll, so obedient, so damn needy.” He smirks, hand moving up and down faster, staring at you play with yourself as he murmurs, “Just like how you are now, hm?”

“Fuck, Johnny,” you whine breathlessly, pushing another finger in and pumping even faster. “I need you right now, o-oh… oh my God. I need your big dick inside me right fucking now…”

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he groans just from hearing you, rolling his neck to one side and shutting his eyes, head tilted upwards. “Would you cum all over my dick, just like you did in my dream?” You gasp, nodding immediately, lips parted and cheeks pink. “Yes! Yes… fuck… I want you to cum inside me, too…” He grins wider, chest heaving as he watches you weakly, hand working his long length intensely. “I can definitely do that, baby girl… o-ooh fuck, I’m close… I’m going to fucking cum right now…!”

“Me too!” you cry out, leaning against the headboard and rubbing hard; it’s not long before Johnny gets a view of you releasing, and the sight is enough to set him off with a loud groan- you can’t help but stare at how much he cums, wishing you could be there to taste all of it.

“God damn.” He slowly exhales, leaning back entirely. “That was… wow. I fucking needed that.” He barely straightens up to grab a tissue from his nightstand, cleaning his mess but glancing up at you breathing heavily. “And especially with you. You’re so hot, Y/N, I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I met you.” You widen your eyes surprised, trying to catch your breath as you stare at him. “What? Really…? I… I didn’t think you saw me like that, we were always just such… best friends.”

“Yeah. That’s why I didn’t do anything.” He admits, carelessly tossing the tissue aside, but you’re too shocked to even show any disgust. “You’re the only girl friend I’ve had. I didn’t want to treat you like everyone else. But fuck, it’s been hard.” He pauses and nods towards his length, “This has been too, every time I’m around you.”

Despite the otherwise serious conversation, you can’t help but laugh, even feeling somewhat flattered. You move to sit more comfortably, biting your lip. “Well then,” you mumble tilting your head, “maybe on the next video call I can tell you about my dream…”

#johnny storm x reader #johnny storm smut #johnny storm imagine #johnny storm fanfic #johnny storm x you

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bluerosesburnblue · 4 years ago

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What would you say is your favorite scene from all of KH? Most underrated scene?

Oh! Hmmm... I never really thought about it!

I think one of the top-tier ones for me in terms of just how funny it is is the end of Monstropolis in KH3 when they toss Vanitas into door hell. I just think that scene was such a perfect blend of the KH original characters and not just the location of a Disney/Pixar movie and its worldbuilding, but the Disney/Pixar characters, too. It’s rare that we get interaction like that between the Disney cast and the KH villains in particular, and to have the Disney characters wreck the edgy anime boy villain by tossing him around like he doesn’t weigh anything is just gold

Also I just like watching Vanitas get humiliated. He deserves it

For drama/hype factor, though, it’s actually the entire fight in the Keyblade Graveyard at the end of BBS. The part that was taken wholesale from the “Birth by sleep” secret video in KH2. It might be cheating since the entire fight choreography was taken from what was technically a hype-generating short video with much higher production values, but I feel that the effect isn’t actually diminished in the game itself. Something about the dark Keyblade Graveyard lit up by the bright blue Kingdom Hearts, the verticality of the combat scaling and falling down cliffs, and how imposing Xehanort feels despite how little he moves gets me every time

My favorite underrated scene is actually one that’s never been voiced or even fully animated despite how important it is! It’s at the end of Day 354 in 358/2 Days, and honestly marks the start of the finale for me. I love what it does for Roxas’s character and it stood out to me even when I first saw it. He does yet another menial mission for the Organization but is just so beaten down by their treatment of him and his failing friendships that he starts to consider not going back. He’s bitter, he’s angry... the whole scene is a really interesting look into Roxas’s psyche at that point in time. And I just love the pan to the starry sky as he monologues, like he’s looking out there for some sort of purpose or meaning that he isn’t finding in the Organization. And the single tear that he hastily brushes away? Putting his hood up over his head for the first time in the game, a look that he’ll only start sporting again at the very end? Beautiful scene direction

I just love it and it’s such a shame it wasn’t in the HD cutscene movie. It would have been a great opportunity for Jesse to show off his voice acting chops even more (man, he kills it in the Days movie) and we’d benefit so much from seeing Roxas’s expressions fully animated instead of just the standard face sprites. As it is, though, most people forget it exists because it’s only in the original DS version of the game

#kingdom hearts #mademoiseli #liz answers

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obeymeluv · 4 years ago

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Hi lovely! I’m not sure if your requests are open but I just worked out for the first time since ive gotten super depressed! It might not be that big of a deal but can I get some geadcannons on how the brothers would react to this? (: (their lover working out for the first time in months because of their mental illness)

I respect this so hard and am super proud of you. I have similar struggles so it always makes me happy to see someone able to get back up. Good job :) These headcanons will be short because I’m getting ready for bed and have to get into school mode, but here you go! ♥

Lucifer

It wasn’t uncommon for him to wake you up, or even gently start the day by sitting at your bedside and whispering sweet nothings

He opens the door soundlessly, as always, and is quite surprised to see you in the middle of doing a yoga series. Thankfully, your back is to the door

Pride blossoms in his chest and, for the first time, it doesn’t feel heavy like the burden of his sin

It’s warm and joyful and feels like an old memory of the Celestial Realm, a call back to happier days

His eyes mist over a bit but no one can confirm it

Lucifer is a perfect, beautiful statue that watches for a few poses before slowly inching back towards the doorway to peek around the corner

Pretends like he never saw anything when you go about the rest of your day, but is absolutely glowing when he looks at you.

Lavishes you in his fancy praise, as always. (”You look enchanting, my love. Simply radiant today.”)

Mammon

He’ll deny it to the day he dies, but he craves your company.

Actually, he’s more likely to admit it when you’re in a depressive episode because you’re tender and vulnerable and that’s how he really is when he lets his guard down. That’s when people need the most love, and you’ve put him back together so much that he wants to repay the favor 1,000x fold

Mammon’s very surprised to see you running careful laps up one set of stairs and down the set on the other end of the hallway (that explains why it took him so long to find you).

It’s like speed walking. He watches for a lap and a half to make sure you’re not rushing off anywhere. You know, making sure nothing’s serious

When he realizes you’re exercising in earnest he’s super stoked. Like, #1 hype man.

“That’s my human! Yeah!” Mammon becomes your cheerleader

Drops sly comments about how it’s actually a good glute workout and he’ll give you a massage afterwards

Keeps up with you more than you’d expect (models train hard, okay?) but does get bored. Maintains cheer position

Carries you around the rest of the day when your legs are sore

Levi

Levi had to do a fair bit of research on depression when he realized you weren’t converting to being a fellow otaku shut-in

The two of you still enjoyed cuddle times, and sometimes he could engage you in games, but the health of his beloved was important! Humans couldn’t be without exercise for too long or it would be bad for them

It’s super awkward but he tries to invite you swimming and things. Sometimes you just don’t have the energy. He understands, and is totally down for cuddling you (with partial back rubs) while playing games

Makes sure you eat and definitely splits his rations

Enjoys the small walks from his room to yours, and makes sure you guys drift between them a couple of times a day. That helps humans, right?

Levi realizes fairly quickly that you haven’t been to his room in a while and goes to check on you

You’re hopping in patterns across the floor, slowly making your way to his room.

You look like you’re having fun!

He’s not sure what you’re doing, but you hop, you squat, then you lunge.

You lock eyes with Levi mid-lunge and wobble a bit. He’s a little pink in the face, but because he’s laughing in sheer delight at how spooked you looked.

You end up flopping over and Levi crouches beside you, offering his hand

When he hears you finally had a burst of energy and wanted to work out, to start over again, he’s very proud of you

May or may not have compared you to Henry and shared some of the more harrowing moments the hero went through (also how he’s awesome and came back better than ever!)

Invites you for a swim and you actually accept

After some laps and splashing about, you spend time floating and cuddling

Satan

Depression is sometimes just a thing humans go through, Satan is finding out.

Between Devildom books and human books, he kind of understands

It’s a thing of time, and sometimes other methods help. He personally thinks the lack of sun in the Devildom is the main culprit

Gives you healthy snacks and tracks down vitamins

Tries to get you to walk the gardens but realizes he can’t force it

Sometimes he gets you outside, reading under trees and lanterns

Satan roamed the House of Lamentation, intending to steal you for another outside reading session, and was surprised to find you out there already

He watched from a high window, peeking tentatively from behind the thick curtain, and let the amused smile cut his lips

Suddenly, you disappeared out of sight. Satan waited for what felt like ages until the logic of ‘the fastest way between Point A and B is a straight line’ kicked in. He held his book carefully, unlatched the window, and jumped out

Demons have good joints and sturdier bodies. The drop and landing was nothing for him.

He calls your name and starts walking around.

It’s not until he’s made a full lap and you’re giggling (behind him somehow?) that he realizes you’re just leisurely walking laps around the house

Super embarrassed that he got worried (and that you ended up behind him). Jumps when you touch his shoulders or if you hugged him around the waist

You’re happy and...yourself for the first time in a while and Satan’s heart is so happy. Before you can break the hug, he twines his fingers with yours and just holds your hand to his body

Eventually you break away, kiss his shoulders, and start a game of tag that turns into sky-watching, and laying on his chest as he reads

Asmodeus

He knows how to break hearts but he ALSO knows how to fix him

He’s always trying to get his brothers to hang out and make good memories. Despite what he says and how he acts, he really cares for them from the bottom of his heart

You count, too. You’re like, top tier. Basically family. VIP space. Maybe SPOUSE space (but that’s too fast for a human, right?)

Though rare and private, Asmo has his bad days, too. They can either be fixed, or they can’t. Usually things are just distractions. The heart will heal in its own time.

Asmo went to your room with the latest round of pampering but stopped short of announcing himself. Does he hear...music?

Nudging the door open with his foot, his eyes light up so pink the gradient is disappearing.

You’re dancing and humming, making faces at yourself in the mirror.

His heart clenches with a beautiful pain because you’re so vibrant and lively and he knows it was hard for you to find this again

The pampering is abandoned for an impromptu PRIVATE dance party

Silly and sweet things, waltzing and just being close, hugging as you sway side to side

Lots of forehead kisses and pet names.

Beelzebub

He didn’t think your behavior was out of the ordinary since Belphie slept a lot.

Beel is always motivated by something--food, sports, working out, family stuff--so he’s not familiar with the lack of desire to do anything

When he learns you’re not just catching up on sleep and you might be having a rough time, he asks Lucifer and Satan what to do

They decide you should work out. That releases endorphins in humans and that sounds like what you need!

The attempts don’t go well, but you’ll at least come out of your room and be a resistance weight for him

Beel went into the weight room to do some pre-warm up exercises. He was mentally planning his reps and figuring out what muscle groups were on the schedule when he heard the clinking of weights

His brothers had other ways of working out so that meant only one person could be in the weight room

Beelzebub stamped down the urge to rush in and watch you in all your occupied glory, reminding himself you could drop a weight on yourself (or worse)

His purr gives him away

He’s proud, borderline excited, and just purrs long and loud from the entryway

Jumps into the workout with you, doing light exercises

Beel gets a little playful adjusting your posture, but it’s all sweet hugs and rocking you back and forth

Regardless of what muscle groups were on the schedule for the day, it’s arm day because he’s lifting you up, throwing you a little, and catching you in his arms

Give this happy, snuggly boy some kisses

Belphegor

He can sense your state of mind by the nature of his sin. He sleeps a lot and has a knack for telling when someone’s sleep is anything but restful

Belphegor’s not 100% sure, but he thinks he can tap into your dream space. There’s this little ball of sad-tired-something that lets him know you’re not okay

There’s quiet mini-dates that ease the sting of your sadness, but he knows it’s not enough

When he sleeps, he has dreams about you being happy and hopes he can push them into your mind

Cuddles fix things. He’s down for couple naps.

Belphegor goes in and out of sleep; it’s during one of his periods of waking that he notices you’re not there

Hugging his pillow, he shuffles about the House of Lamentation to find you

He finds you cleaning and organizing the kitchen. Cleaning is a sign of healing, right? Lots of movement?

Belphegor realizes you’re doing more than cleaning. You’re stretching and lifting things like they’re Beel’s weights

It looks time-consuming, and like you’ve been at it for a while

Belphie plonks his head on your shoulder, asking how you’re feeling. He’s got that sleepy Cheshire Cat smile

You’re just as happy as can be, happier than he’s seen you in a while, and you celebrate by stealing a bunch of snacks and making a blanket fort in his room

Hope you liked it :)

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retirementhomecollab · 4 years ago

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☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: balcony

☾ warnings: f!reader, swearing, sfw shirtlessness

☾ word count: 1.6k

You push the glass door to the side, into the almost winter night. The chilly air that nips at your cheeks seems closer to the frigidity of December than the tailends of fall. Behind you, the buzz of the party burns, like a smattering of fireflies in an autumnal glass globe, protected from the frost. Leaving October behind you, you choose the night.

You’re not alone in wanting a little cold from the chitter chatter. His figure is dimly lit, but you’d recognize the jersey-clad back and soft black hair anywhere. You’d spent many classes last semester daydreaming of this view from behind, his broad back a total eclipse of any other light in your universe.

You begin to call to him, but he turns around first. And you choke.

What the fuck is he wearing.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

“Oh, hey.” He holds up a hand, unsure of whether to put down the red solo cup he’s holding in the other.

“Why…” You struggle to find the words. “Why are you like that?”

“Like what?” He looks at you blankly.

You gape at him. Does he not know what he’s wearing? Sometimes, he’s a bit absent in class but he’s never this much of an airhead.

“Kageyama,” you enunciate every syllable, “you are shirtless.”

This most blatantly conspicuous statement hangs between the two of you. You stand there, not entirely sure of what else you could say.

Red blooms across Kageyama’s face like the midnight frost. At the same time, almost impossibly, he pales. If you weren’t in such a situation, you would tease him. But you are in such a situation, so you use the social skills in your arsenal — which always bleeds dry in front of this man — and try to salvage the situation.

“I mean, you’re wearing a jersey.” That’s definitely the wrong way to go about this. Neither of you need a double-spaced, Times New Roman twelve-point font, MLA formatted report on his current state of undress. But then again, in the battle between brain and tongue in these situations, your mouth usually runs you straight into trouble. “But, like, you know — I mean I’m sure you know — it’s quite unzipped, you’re rather naked— sorry, I meant undressed — underneath it, and I can see your very successful abs.”

Very successful abs. What the fuck.

Your brain smothers your mouth at that.

To your partial credit, a switch finally flicks on inside Kageyama’s head after your ending thesis statement. He slams the cup down onto the balcony ledge and scrambles to pull the zipper up.

As your mind’s eye watches your audacity in horror, your eyes are enjoying their newfound independence from your rational. They follow the zipper in disappointed fascination as it hooks into the lowest teeth, clicking in slow motion until it hits the highest, tippiest-toppest teeth. Your eyes damn your mind for even mentioning anything about his state of undress, and your mind damns your eyes for being correct.

Meanwhile, in Kageyama’s own head, he runs through the two-and-a-half excuses he can come up with to explain how he could even forget that his jersey was unzipped in this weather. But the most blatant truth is that his one brain cell had been too focused on how good you look in your costume. And right now, that brain cell is so absorbed in thinking up ways to salvage the situation in his own manner that he doesn’t notice your expression changing from an unabashedly appreciative stare to an embarrassed effort to meet his eyes.

“Sorry,” is what he settles for, gaze truly apologetic. “The senpai thought it would be great for us to match.”

“‘Us’? As...what…?” You frown.

“The Karasuno first years.” Oh, right, his high school buddies. “As some stupid characters from some stupid swimming show.”

You look at him, eyes widening by the second, mouth hitting the ground for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes.

“So you mean you’re…?”

Kageyama nods reluctantly.

“And Hinata is…?”

He hangs his head low.

“And Tsukishima…?”

He smirks a little at this.

“That makes Yamaguchi the cute, friendly softie.”

Kageyama’s eyes narrow a little but he nods.

You stare at him, needing a long moment to process this.

Kageyama looks like he wants to throttle someone. Namely his former vice-captain for suggesting it.

And then the stupider two of this party’s hosts for supporting it.

And then his second former vice-captain for hyping it up.

And then his third captain (aka the ‘cute, friendly softie’ you seem pretty friendly with) and his third captain’s girlfriend slash former second manager for accepting this stupid proposal on all of their behalves.

But when you burst into belated laughter at the absurdity of it all, Kageyama’s face hesitantly moves on from the pinched, murderous look he had on and compromises for a nice bewildered confusion.

“Kageyama,” you catch your breath as you lean a hand on his arm for support, “you have to help me find them later.” He nods questioningly but it’s not like he can say no, not when you have a warm hand pressed against his chilled arms, eyes crinkling in the exact way that had Hinata constantly making fun of him for staring at during group projects.

You grin at him as you explain, “I want pictures next to my new favourite cosplayers. Especially Yamaguchi.”

Man, this really is the devil’s hour.

“Do you like Yamaguchi’s type?” He blurts out before he can stop it.

“Huh?”

Leaning against the railing, he looks back at the apartment filled with friends conversing and couples generating warmth. By the couch, Yamaguchi has his arm around Yachi, laughing at something an upperclassmen friend of Bokuto said.

“The cute, friendly softies.”

You laugh casually, looking out at the expanse of the city before you, not quite understanding the weight of his question.

“Sure, why not? Warm personality, cute face. Nothing to not like about them.”

Or maybe you do understand, since for you, the qualities that make a “cute, friendly softie” most definitely applies to your love interest, who is standing out here in the freezing cold with you, dressed in nothing but swim trunks and a sports jersey.

But Kageyama stays silent.

Feeling that you might have said something wrong, you look at him haltingly. Kageyama continues to look into the apartment for a while, and you think that maybe, with the faraway night sky blue of his irises, he’s not really looking at the apartment. And then you catch your own reflections and his sharp blues staring straight at you through the reflections, and your maybe is now a certainty.

It’s so warm.

“Yeah.” He finally turns to you, the real you. On this cold, frigid night, Kageyama takes your honest, heartfelt words positively, a spark of hope on this Hallows Eve. “I like them, too.”

You wait for the magic to finish casting.

“They’re easy to be around. They’re comfy,” he elaborates, face softening. “They’re really warm.”

With a small, beaming smile, you cling onto that magic. Kageyama returns your smile with an equally bright one of his own. You turn to face the city lights again as he shifts his gaze back to the glow of the apartment. He might’ve moved closer — or was that you? — but you two stay in silence, simply there.

You could get used to this, his warmth besides yours in the chilly night. The fireflies fade straight into the background with the heat and comfort that Kageyama generates. For you, this is enough magic for now.

A delicious buzz runs through you, comfortable against the cold night.

You grin to yourself when you feel him flinch beside you as well.

But when he shivers again, practicality hits you.

“Oh shit, Kageyama!” You whip around to look at him. “Aren’t you freezing in that?”

He looks at you, eyes wide and blue in the night.

You make a move to untie your cloak.

His face starts to glow red once again.

“I’m fine!” He protests as you hold the cloak out to him. “I’m really warm!”

A chuckle erupts from you as you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, you are,” you grin, a teasing glint in your tone. “I was a bit chilly coming out here, but you’re pretty warm, Kageyama.”

The blush that engulfs him has Kageyama believing that you truly are a witch — and not just on this devil’s night.

He knows next to nothing about this stupid swimming show, but he, as Kageyama Tobio, cannot be outdone by a mere witch.

“I guess I am a bit cold,” Kageyama admits with a lopsided smile.

You huff out a satisfactory grin, passing him your cloak, victory in hand. Kageyama throws it around his shoulders, and you watch with barely-concealed admiration as his form dwarfs the cloak.

As you stand there, beaming up at him as if you could successfully ignore the cold, he barks out a short laugh.

Grinning at you slightly, Kageyama opens up his borrowed cloak.

“You look a bit cold.” His eyes hold all the impish blue magic of the hour. “I have a borrowed cloak from a cute friendly softie that we can share.”

You almost choke on the chilly air as it’s now your turn to flush red. He laughs, quite embarrassed at his spurt of gusto, and pulls you close, enveloping you in both the cloak and his body heat. As your city and friends come together for the last of October, you’re here to take on the wintery night, embraced in the magic of December’s warmth.

Pick a different room: > Go to the closed bedroom. > Go to the open bedroom. > Go to the kitchen. > Go to the hallway. > Go to the bathroom. > Go to the living room.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #the witching hour

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katsukikitten · 5 years ago

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Irritated 7

A/N This took me way too long imo 6k words bbs, please enjoy. The next part is in the works! Buckle the fuck up after this chapter yall. Please enjoy xoxo

"Katsuki there is no need to knock they'll be out soon!" Kirishima says practically hanging off of a muscled arm.

"Oi shit hair we are gonna be late if we don't start walking now." The hot head snarls.

"Ah but perfection cannot be rushed." Todoriki says as he patiently waits with deadly hands in his pockets.

As if on cue Mina opens the door with a dramatic flair, eyes only for the ruby haired man. As if on a catwalk she sashays to Kirishima, sporting a glitering knee length amethyst dress that compliments her bubble gum pink skin. Followed by Jhiro in a white and black ankle length dress, Uraraka who wears a floor length muave pink and Momo comes out in a stunning blood red with diamonds dripping from her neck like frozen dew.

Denki, Izuku, Kirishima, and Todoroki smile in unison holding out their hands.

The men quickly become a color coordinated accessory to the band of gorgeously dressed women. Donned in all black suits while the color of their ties match each dress perfectly. Deft scarlet eyes notice the pairings quickly as the couples begin to mingle, fighting the blush on his cheeks as he looks over himself. His suit, vest, and even tie are all black and he can only assume that you will come out paired to him. As if it were some sort of symbol or sign that you were destined to be his counterpart.

Even if it is only for tonight.

Panic begins to set in as the couples flirt for longer than a few moments. Fear that you may have slipped out without their knowledge.

"Oi, Mina where is...?" But he never finishes his question as you walk from the room, asking if they have their key before slamming it shut.

"Wow Y/N, you look..." Izuku starts, compliment stuck in his throat before Katsuki finishes it for him.

"Fucking stunning." He growls lowly, drinking you in. The black dress has a plunging V in both the front and back, stopping just at your solar plexus and mid back. A slit runs up the side to mid thigh so that Katsuki, and every other man, is mesmerised with each step.

And no one can miss the giant garnet so deep in hue it could have been a drop of dried blood resting dutifully on your breast bone secured by a golden chain.

Bakugou grits his teeth as you approach him with your normal items, his hands deep in his pockets to keep them off of you.

"Kaachan. If you don't mind." You beam before he snatches the items stowing them away, sure to let his eyes dart away from you. The other couples exchange looks choosing to start making their way towards the exit and soon the dizzying party. Katsuki offers you his arm with a snarl to which you hesitate. Looking at it as if diffusing a bomb before you grab onto his arm, hand clasped tightly around a strong bicep.

××××××××

The party was not small by any means and staring at it from behind a heavy dark curtain did not ease your anxiety over the matter.

What if your entrance was lame?

Fucking lackluster?

Hell you couldn't even THINK of a fucking song let alone pick one out for this idiotic entrance that was thrust upon you.

Still panic rises in your shaking hands as your scroll through your spotify trying to come up with anything worthy of your 10 to 20 second entrance.

"Izuku, you're up first." The man with the clip board further agitates your state, "I've got your songs ready, except Y/LN's. We need to know very soon."

Izuku walks onto the stage with confidence as the chorus of Champion by Fallout boy rings out.

Just as the beat begins to crescendo again he jumps into the air, leg cocked before he unleashes a kick strong enough that a strong wind blows through the building.

Whistling and whipping people's hair stunning them into silence before they erupt into a deafening cheer.

A pit settles in your stomach as you bite your lip with enough force that a coppery taste threatens to invade your mouth, your saved songs and play lists stare back at you with disinterest in your turmoil.

Strong hands slap onto your shoulders before lips are at your ear.

"Its just a song. It's just an intro. Your fans will love whatever the fuck you pick out or do. I promise. You just gotta fucking believe in yourself for once." Katsuki growls contradictory to what his hands convey. He gives a soft squeeze before his song begins to play. Suddenly a song pops into your head and you whisper to the stage hand before you can talk yourself out of it.

The blonde makes his way to the stage mimicking where his pin is on his hero costume as the hyped song echoes over the slightly drunk crowd that screams the lyrics to the rap song. He would pick this song wouldn't he?

It was literally named after him Bakugo! By Kamil.

The song starts out with the iconic sound before transiting to the verse he picked.

The most tame out of all of them and probably the one he was forced to settle with.

"Grenadier bracers on my wrist, I'm about to pull the pin Come at me with all your might or I'ma melt off all your skin Howitzer impact if I'm pissed, Bitch I told you I'ma win Bitch, get back before I blast, I said I'll do it again wit' a grin

Like I'm Bakugo, turn they soul to fuckin smoke Bitch I'm boutta pop, bitch you know I'm boutta blow up Only need these hands I don't need no fuckin pole Once I get a grip, I might blast yo fuckin dome up"

He wears a manic grin as he let's off several large explosions, destroying the sleeves to his suit, leaving his toned arms exposed and smoking.

The crowd screams louder than Deku as women claw at one another at a chance to touch their daddy hero.

Your cue comes as a hush falls over the crowd instantly influences by the chaotic somber chords.

Chords that slowly begin to build into something more as you waltz onto the stage. Each step calculated, your gaze cold as you look upon the crowd that stares up with wide eyes. Holding their breath as they wait to see what it is you will do.

You guess you've always been the wild card huh?

Slowly you choose chairs, tables and even some candles to float, turning agonizingly slow in the air as the song's lyrics become darker. As if entering the room of a witch who's mind was slowly descending into madness.

"Hush." You say with the song as the beat drops killing all of the lights in the room as you levitate, illuminated by the glow of your power as your eyes appear like two moons on an ink black sky.

Phones that were recording levitate with you as you hold your arms out, toes pointed beautifully even in heels.

The song's beat comes back around to another verse before all of the lights become blindingly bright, things returned to normal, phones returned to hands all in the blink of an eye. You take that step you never took with the same cold look.

As the crowd stares on wondering if it were all just a dream before a smile cracks on your face confirming that it was indeed real.

The crowd is deafening as they scream, chanting your name and flooding social media with your display of power.

Izuku gives you a shocked face before grinning from ear to ear with a thumbs up as Bakugou stares at you indifferently. He realizes just how much you've been holding back.

A smile plays on his lips as the crowd dies down, the DJ choosing to start off the party by playing the full song you had chosen. Cradles by Sub Urban as the women of 1A ambush you for a blurred night.

Two sets of eyes follow you throughout the night.

It isn't long before you are totally shit faced and sweaty from a night of dancing. Inhibitions and worries long since drowned out by the soothing affects of booze.

Magic is what you called liquor as you levitated all of your squad's drinks above your heads as the group swayed to the music.

"Tenjia! Can we please dance with you?" A lovely woman competes with the music and wins out. You look to the fan before looking towards your new found friends. They encourage you to mingle with your fans, insuring you they wouldn't be far.

But you go far as you find yourself deeper on the dance floor, drunkenly dancing with another group of women. Hours pass by like seconds, the dance floor slowly beginning to thin but not by much.

Someone tugs harshly on the crook of your arm causing you to turn on your heel hand raised in rage fueled panic.

When your eyes meet scarlet you relax as he pulls you to the fringes of the crowd until the two of you break free of the damp bodies only to be met with a slumped Izuku.

Burning eyes cut to you before a growl is exhaled from the hot head.

"Dumbass Deku drank way too much and puked all over the fucking bathroom. We gotta go." Alcohol clings to his breath as he pulls you closer to the sleeping jade haired man. You dig your heels in deeper than any mule causing Bakugou to turn towards you with a glare.

"What about U-san can't she take Deku to her room?"

"No. She can't." He bites out, "They all left to take Toru back to the room who also got too fucked up."

He pulls again and still you do not move earning you the nastiest glare he can muster. Which isn't much considering how diluted it is by both your stunning looks and the influence of deadly amounts of booze.

"I dont wanna leave I'm having fun!" You pout, Bakugou's grip tightens before he gnashes his teeth.

"I'm not leaving you here alone." A threat and a promise all rolled in one as he holds your gaze for several heartbeats. You feel the weight of his stare, especially so once his eyes begin to wander along your body. He yanks you to him, pressing you into his toned chest.

"Stop being a fucking brat and help me." He snarls in your ear as your knees begin to turn to jelly. You push him away with an exaggerated huff crossing your arms, watching with scrutinizing eyes as he hooks an arm under Deku. Scarlet narrow on you, hinting that you should slip under the other limp arm. Instead you use your quirk to support the drunkard.

The cool summer air does nothing to sober the odd trio. If anything it furthers your irritation of having to leave the party, your heels do not help in the matter as they begin to pinch your feet hinting they will cause blisters.

You stop dead in the street audibly whining as you fuss over your shoes.

"I dont know why you had to drag us out Kaachan. I was finally making fucking friends and I was finally having a good time again since..." Nausea settles in your stomach, Bakugou stops to look over his broad shoulder. Just as he is about to snarl out a question you inturpt by stomping towards him.

"Take my heeeeellllss!!!" You whine, brandishing them obnoxiously. Izuku groans as Bakugou snarls.

"Put them in my fucking pockets damn. Just watch out for glass and stop whining!!!" He bites, slowly losing his buzz as his normal sour mood settles onto his shoulders. Competing with the weight of a complicated relationship donning jade green hair.

You shove them as best you can into his pockets before leaning away, humming the song for your intro.

Bakugou cannot help the smirk that forms on his lips as he thinks of you floating as if it were nothing.

"I told you you'd fucking kill it." He says as the two of you finally drag Deku to the front doors of the hotel.

"Kill what?" You prompt, mind lost to the ease of alcohol. A heavy scarlet gaze falls onto you, when he sees your confused face he rolls his eyes.

"Dumbass, you were so worked up over it !" He half shouts, suddenly a blush blooms on your cheeks as you realize what he meant.

"Oh." Your cheeks flush further as he walks through the automatic doors, you stand outside.

Your drunken mind roaming before settling on the tile floors. Spiraling over the thought of walking bare foot on tile or carpet that isn't in your home. Defying logic as you've just walked the streets with no problem.

But the mind does as it pleases under as it does under any influence.

Katsuki re adjusts Deku's weight as it takes him a moment to realize you're not holding him up as well as you had been before.

"Oi!" He hisses turning towards you only to stare at you through glass doors. His heart pounds, he does not like you outside of his reach so late at night while do heavily intoxicated. He practically drags the dead weight he is carrying as he rushes outside for you.

His worry comes off as severe irritation and agitation as he glares down at you.

"Why are you still outside?" He snarls and you fight to keep yourself from shrinking back.

"I don't want my feet to get dirty. Can...can you carry me?" You keep your headed bowed, waiting for his inevitable explosion. When he barely makes a pop or a suck of his teeth you look up at him through long lashes.

His heart catches in his throat lodging the no that was steadily rising up his windpipe. Your eyes don't look as harsh as they normally do, they seem wider, more innocent. Doe like in nature, contradicting the predator that your dress suggests. He grinds his teeth.

"How do you propose I carry you?" He gestures to Deku whose is now floating on his own.

"I ride your back silly!" You shout with glee turning him around and jumping onto his sculpted back before he can say no. You giggle in his ear, taking in the scent of caramel with delight as he growls profanities while holding onto your thick and bare legs.

"I'm not a fucking pack mule." He murmurs to himself as the three of you board the elevator. Depsite it being a short ride you find yourself getting sleepy, lying your head on Katsuki's shoulder failing to suppress a yawn.

Deku's door appears before you quickly and you wonder if you had fallen into a cat nap. You stare at the numbers, senses slowly becoming heightened as your eyes flicker to your own door.

Would you find items from your bags missing?

Or Would there be more gifts for you to discover?

"Oi, magic hands. His key." Bakugo adjusts your weight hinting that he cannot use his hands, clearly over this whole situation.

"I don't need his key." Is all you say as you pull on the handle from within his room, the door opens itself yawning in the darkness of the room.

Your nails bite into Bakugou's shoulder before he begins walking in, hoping that you're focused enough to float Izuku to his bed. Your grip on his shoulders does not let up until Katsuki flicks on the small foyer light with a grunting struggle. Biting nails ease up as you pad into the dark room.

Although you are scared that someone may be lurking in the shadows you press forward, wanting more than anything to protect the two people behind you.

Light floods the room from overhead as Katsuki flicks on another light switch revealing nothing but a bed and neatly packed suitcase. You sigh before guiding the lush onto the plush white duvet.

"Alright, let's go." The hot head growls, flicking off the lights. That you flick back on with your quirk.

"No, we need to take care of him properly Suki. He can't sleep in his suit! What if he gets sick?!" You hiss, while items around the room begin to move on their own as if a ghost were present. Turning on the tap, pulling down a rag to wet with cool water, floating a trash can by the side of the bed.

Bakugou leans against the wall with a snarl, watching as you work. He notices how you choose to use your hands to free him of his shoes and socks. Before they make their way to his jacket, a sliding it off gently before pulling his shirt from his pants. Nimble fingers unlatching buttons slowly causing something to stir within the ash blonde. When you hands reach for his belt that something multiplies tenfold.

Bakugou Katsuki will die before he admits that something was jealousy.

He nudges you out of the way with his hip.

"Go get that rag before the sink fucking over flows." He hisses to which you give him a cold look disappearing into the bathroom.

Bakugou pulls harshly on the pant's legs, ripping them from Izuku leaving him in jade green boxers and a white shirt. He grumbles turning on his side to face Bakugou.

"Th..thank you Kaachan. W...will you text Ohacho that I'm okay?" His voice comes out raw, hand clutching to the hot head who threatens to pop. He goes to hiss no but Izuku rambles on.

"Y/N seemed to have had a good time. I know she's been a little worried and stressed lately but she shouldn't be. She's got you looking after he Kaachan..." Deku's eyes water for some reason as the blonde's face burns, eyes darting to the bathroom door where he hears you humming, he is unsure if you can here him or not.

He hears you let out a small curse as you fumble with what sounds like a pill bottle with a child safety cap. A drunk's worst enemy. He sucks his teeth.

"I don't think she likes me much." The blonde sighs while Deku's hand tightens once more.

"She gravitates towards you, especially when we are in a group." With that Bakugou scoffs.

"Only cause I'm her walking purse. Now shut the hell up and tell me where your fucking phone is." He snatches his hand away, rooting through jacket pockets before pants pockets. His fingers touch the smooth glass that lights to his touch.

He guesses the passcode and the phone unlocks, he scoffs again at knowing Deku so well.

But what the blonde doesn't know is that you *had* heard them. You heard everything.

Still you act as if you didn't when you emerge from the bathroom as Bakugou slams the phone on the bedside table, not even waking the now dead to the world Izuku. You set the rag on his forehead earning a small smile, the pills sit idle by his phone that you now plug in for him.

"Alright alright stop babying him and let's get to bed." Bakugou hisses, half from annoyance and half from worry that dumbass drunk will run his mouth again. You cut him a nasty glare before leaning over the sleeping man to fluff his pillows.

Katsuki grits his teeth not allowing his eyes to linger on your toned ass for long.

Suddenly strong arms are wrapped around you as Izuku curls into you, nuzzling into the side of your hip.

"Ochaco..." He hums as slight panic washes over you. How would you get out of his arms with out disturbing him?

Bakugou's popping hand lands hard on Deku's toned bicep, he seems unphased as he releases you with a loud snore.

"Come on, Y/N. Before he holds you hostage." A growl as he gives you a toned back. You stare at him for a long time before he turns around again snatching you up princess style.

"O..oi!" You stammer, slapping his chest to which your only reply is a devilish smirk as he makes his way into the hall way.

"You didn't want to get your feet dirty remember princess?" He stands in front of your door now as you fight the blush forming on your cheeks trying to remind yourself that only a few short days ago you wanted to kill this man.

Yet here is stood, holding you so delicately, demonstrating patience for you in situations where you wouldn't have done the same for him.

He waits for you to do your door trick as you let the numbers burn into your retinas.

Was he in there? Waiting?

You hadn't seen him at the party so where else would he be. All the while Scarlet eyes see the fear in yours, he hates to see you like this.

Why wouldn't you just fucking tell him what was wrong so he could fix it?

Why did he even fucking care?

He wasn't sure, he just knew something changed between the two of you this weekend and he wasn't aware how much more things could change in just a few short hours.

You swallow thickly about to raise your hand before Katsuki starts walking towards his own door. You knit your eyebrows as you look up to him, he grunts as if to prompt you to open his door and you do.

"I wanted to watch another movie with you." Is all that he offers as he sets you down. You chalk it up to him being drunk as he leaves you alone in the foyer disappearing into the bathroom.

Steam begins to waft into the shared space with the bed and couch. The blonde pokes his head out to instruct you.

"Find a movie and get settled I'm not gonna be longer than five. I have a clean shirt you can use iffin ya want or I can get your something for you."

"I..I'm fine." You half stammer, almost stumbling into the room.

You were weighted down with an emotion you hadn't felt in a long time. Relief floods you, seeping into your limbs causing them to feel like heavy sand bags.

The room spins from the booze and your racing heart beat as you unzip your long dress, stepping out only to plop onto the bed. You find the plastic remote quickly surfing before your eye lids become too heavy.

Bakugou keeps his promise and emerges from the bathroom in five minutes. Violently rubbing the towel on his head before tossing it into the bathroom clad only in his boxers. He spies you on the bed and freezes.

He wants to shout but you are seemingly fast asleep, he is instantly regrets not forcing you to take one of his shirts as you lie topless and in a small thong over the white duvet.

"Fuck...."He hisses both from the sight of you and the situation. He would HAVE to sleep on the couch tonight, no letting you convience him other wise. He charges his phone, rummaging in his bag for an extra cord before plugging in yours on the same side table. He looks to the closet for an extra blanket to cover you up but when he comes up short he has to stop himself from blowing the whole damn closet to smithereens.

The door groans from his grip and your sigh of content pulls him out of his fit of rage. His eyes linger over you while he wonders if he can get you under the duvet.

He himself sighs as he gently tries to wrap you in the part of the duvet that would have been meant for him. Holding his breath he tries to move it over your sleeping form as you roll onto your back. Just as he is ready to set it down and tuck you in your eyes snap open.

Glowing with panicked rage before easing into something soft.

Much too soft for Bakugou to decipher.

In the glow of the TV Bakugou looks extremely different. The flashing soft light paints him in such a way that you feel hypnotized by his red eyes.

Eyes that you've felt all weekend, eyes that bring no worry or panic or untapped rage unlike the other green pair that has hunted you down.

How could just a few days change things? How could a pleasant afternoon, an odd night and this moment right here with him hovering over you as he tries to be a man and blanket you change everything you though you knew about him?

How did the glow of the TV make him so fucking handsome?

Your hand snakes to the nap of his neck pulling him down so that you may capture his lips. He pushes against your grip with all of his might.

"You don't want this..." He murmurs, eyes darting away, "I'm too..."

You watch his intense eyes dart away with the shadow of memories past. Ah, so he too felt as if he were too overbearing, too head strong.

Too fucking angry over nothing to be loved.

"Then lie with me Kaachan. I want that." You move yourself beneath what is your half of the duvet, patting the sheets beside you. He stares at you for a moment too long, suddenly you feel raw beneath his heated gaze, leaving you to wonder if you made the right choice allowing him to bring you in here.

As if reading your mind he sucks his teeth rounding the bed to plop angirly. Giddy escapes your body in the form of a breathy giggle as you drape him in the duvet. Snuggling against his arm much to his dismay and blush.

"I'm gonna get too hot." But he makes no move, if anything he adjusts his arm so you can snuggle deeper. The movie lulls on as your drunken mind wanders, landing you in a devilish thought.

"You're much better than that body pillow." You tease, tracing a finger down his Godly chest, he goes rigid beneath you, "Less clothing too..."

He grabs onto your wrist, holding your gaze with a deadly smirk.

"Ah is this what you've been doing with it?" You blush furiously in answer while he laughs darkly, "Perv."

"I...no its different when it's the real thing. Your pillow is tacky your shirt isn't even ripped in the right places." You huff angrily, encouraging his smirk.

"You're right it is different cause this isn't the only thing I'd do to the real one." Heat blooms on your cheeks as you prop yourself up to better see those deep pools of scarlet.

"What would you do to the real one?" It's flirty and yet serious, as you press your bare breasts against his arm and chest hoping to get a rise out of him. He sucks his teeth holding your stare none the less.

"Firstly I'd fuck the brat out of her." He laughs then as your heart claws up your throat, "If she'd allow it. The real thing hasn't been herself lately. I'm.....worried."

You kiss him then, straddling him faster than he'd like. He fights to keep from kissing you back but once you bite his bottom lip and pull he loses all thought. Flipping you over, hungry lips and gnashing teeth find your neck and bare breasts living little blooming circles.

You moan out as he makes his way down. He notices your ripped skin coming to your face with a snarl.

"I'm not talking about it." You say grabbing the back of his neck, not allowing him to break free as he soon melts into your touch.

Fine you don't want to tell him? He'll just fuck the shit out of you and make you wish you had told him.

That you'll tell him everything that bothers you.

And he'll fuck you hard enough that eventually you'll tell him everything that makes you happy.

Because now he's having a hard time noticing from the fringes.

He devours you whole, kissing and biting as his fingers find your slick sex. He smiles against your neck as he speaks in a voice soaked in desire.

"So wet for me already little kitten?" You hadn't realized you liked the pet name until it falls from his kissable lips. You smile a deadly smirk, feeding his ego as you look him in the eye.

"Only for you King Explosion Murder." You say it will all seriousness as his smirk turns into a dark chuckle.

"I guess Kirishima disclosed my pilot hero name huh?" His hand dips to your core, swirling quickly causing your eyes to flutter, "Its King to you got it kitten?"

You buck against his hand in response. He happily obliges, devouring your lips whole as you pant, moaning as the heat builds in your core. He edges you purposefully several times before you gasp out.

"Please..." He smirks then nipping at your neck.

"Please what?"

"Please King. Do your worst." Your breathy voice has him going mad as he places kisses down your breasts and stomach. Stopping to give small kisses around the bandage over your navel before you give him a gentle push further. He wraps deadly arms around your hips, spreading your legs as he bites into the tender flesh of your inner thighs.

You both moan and ooze in ecstasy as he leaves lovely bruising bites on your thighs before he goes onto you. Swirling his tongue along your needy clit as fingers pump into your core. He goes harder and faster with each loud gasp or moan you make, listening to your body as your core desperately grabs onto his fingers. Your head begins to swim from the threat of your first of many cum of the night. He smiles up at you with deadly scarlet eyes before he clamps down over your sensitive bud, sucking until you're a screaming thrashing mess.

"Bakugoooooooohhhh!" Is all you can say between outright moans as he over stimulates you with harder sucking and thrusts until you're cumming again and then once more before he crawls back up you.

Crashing a kiss onto your reddened face before he flips you over, raising your hips in the air and pushing you harshly against the bed.

He thinks better of it, removing his strong palm from the nape of your neck suddenly remembered how you've recoiled from his touch before.

"I'm okay...please..." You muffle, keeping your face comfortably smooshed between pillows and the soft mattress. Bakugou returns his hand without hesitation, pushing you further down as he teases you with the tip. Sliding it up and down your slick as you try to push agaisnt him.

He slides in slowly, inch by inch until he is still and deep within you. Causing you to attempt to get some friction after you feel him twitch. He starts with a slow but harsh pace, pulling all the way to the tip of his head before crashing back into you, hitting your clit nicely with his hanging anatomy. Over and over until it is faster and somehow harder as he ruts into you. Grunting as he goes encouraging your clenching moans as he eases both his and your frustrations.

For once in your life you relax, you take it as your body becomes limp, your back arching before his hands grab onto your hips, holding you in place. Your head swims, eyes flutter as you're starting to see stars.

Slowly you're learning in the time that he's fucking you that it's okay to rely on others, especially for pleasure. That it's okay to not have control.

Bakugou fights back the need to bust both literally and figuratively. His sweet salted caramel smell filling the intamite space, fighting the itch to let an explosion or two pop off of his arms.

"Fuuuuucckk kitten...you're so wet and good for me." His breathy tone sends you ever closer to yet another mind numbing crescendo. Heat washes over your body as he slows, you whimper in protest.

"I want you to cum King Katsuki..." Your voice is whiney as you attempt to buck against him to aid. He smirks, smacking your ass and watching with delight as it jiggles. He pulls at your hair, lifting you up as he leans over you to whisper closer to your ear.

"And where kitten do you suggest I do?" His voice is dark and ragged from vigorous work.

"In me." You say without hesitation, smiling deadly as he twitches in you. You expect to have your face shoved in the mattress once more but instead he flips you onto his back. Hand squeezing your throat a bit before he kisses your neck again. Leaving a large bruising bite on your collar bone. He ruts into you again, coming up to hold eye contact with you as you wrap your legs around his toned back.

Normally this is when you would look away, the eye contact would be too much as someone had their way with you. But for whatever reason you cannot as if he were a train wreck you couldn't tear your eyes away from.

And for whatever reason he cannot tear his away from you either. He has never finished facing a women, ever.

But he wants to. *Needs* to.

He wants to drink in how red your cheeks get, how your mouth forms over his name sending shivers down his spine. How your voice alone sends him into a crazed spiral that only you can placate.

He presses harshly against your hip bone as you pull him closer with your legs, he pulls on your nipple a bit causing another moan to fall from your lips. It encourages him to go harder and faster, hitting you in just right.

Sliding all over the g spot as his gaze holds yours stead fast. Sending you over an impossibly high edge as you feel him rut sloppily into you. Stars cloud your vision as you become unbearably hot, legs quivering, failing to stay on a toned back.

"Katsukiiii!!" You cry staying into scarlet pools that you drown in, he notices the slight glow to your eyes as small objects around the two of you begin to float. He let's off a small pop on his back before he sputters into you, pulling you close to him, breathing you in as he slowly thrusts. Breathlessly groaning in your ear.

Suddenly the room is plunged into silence although it is not uncomfortable. You're shaking from both the experience of letting go mentally and from the exhaustion he has put on your body.

"You okay?" He smooths a heated hand over your shoulder. You feel fine, you feel better than fine, great actually but life does not allow you to feel that way for long. Your mind pulls back into a panicked mode when you hear a slamming door and footsteps in the hall. Green irises try so hard to replace Scarlet in your very recent memory. Bakugou feels tepid tears hit his face. He pulls you into his chest rubbing your hand up the length of your back.

"I...I just want to forget those fucking green eyes." You sob into his chest, clutching at nothing. Explosions echo in the room before he soothes both himself and you. Quickly the booze and exhaustion pull you under, when you feel Bakugou pull away you wrap your arms around him harder than ever.

"Stay, please stay Kaachan...." You whisper, grip locked even as you fall victim to sleep.

Bakugou lies awake, over analyzing every sound in the hall way as he thinks. As he racks his brain of who you're fearful of with green eyes. He remembers then, that fucking creep staring at your door as if it were an open invitation to church.

Bakugou will pluck out those eyes for you.

You just have to let him.

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Oooh could you expand on why you liked the op?? I honestly don't know what to make of it yet, especially since it felt so different from other ops, but I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Absolutely will do!! This took longer than I wanted cause everytime I sat down to write I started getting distracted from the OP and just listening to it on repeat lmao

To start this off, I should add that throughout the week leading up to release date, I was following a couple of leakers on twitter who did drop some info on the OP; mainly that Shinsei Kamattechan were returning, the title, that it wasnt gonna feature any characters and instead be a metaphor for the “cruelty of war”. Knowing all of that had me pretty excited but also gave me the right expectations, so it wasnt too jarring to see at first.

But, to jump into this, first of all, I just loooove the visual style in general. It mostly just being static shades of white and light grey, with these very washed out colors exploding and flowing onto the image...it’s absolutely gorgeous! Like I just really dig this color scheme. And it’s highlighted even further by the gorgeous, fluid animation...these explosions look so good! I’m also just a big sucker for familiar characters/entities being represented in a sort of timeless way...be it a portrait, a statue, a monument, whatever (think smth like this), so seeing Eren and the other titans at the end there was just an absolute treat. Whatever that thing is, I want some kind of print/purchasable piece of merch of it because that heap of titans looks amazing.

The song also just bangs tbh. It’s such a weird agglomeration of instruments and vocals but I find it comes together really well. The childrens choir, the piano at the beginning, the distorted vocals and most importantly that E-violin!!! so fucking good! Honestly I just love the way this song sounds and Im more hyped for the full version than the ost release atm (even tho I love what we heard so far from that too). The combination of the visuals with the music too is great here...I’ve never seen a flamethrower used in combination with the beat of a song before (outside of mad max fury road I guess lol?) but goddamn its just such a cool fucking combination I cant get over it.

I have some thoughts on the imagery and the symbolism and my interpretations of it all, and I wanna get into those too, but really, the main thing I absolutely love about this OP is how different it is. Just as the marley arc is probably the most different of all in the manga, just as the new studio has made a show that, in many ways, looks feels and sounds vastly different from the old Attack on Titan, the OP encapsulates all of that by just being this new thing and succeeding at it

I love WIT’s OP’s, I love Linked Horizon’s work on the show. But honestly, the “Linked Horizon hype OP” genre pretty much peaked with Guren no Yumiya for me. I still like all the others, but overall, OP 1, 2, 3 and 5 just feel a bit too same-y for me, especially given that I honestly don’t think any of the follow ups surpass the original. Heck all these other songs even reference GnY in some capacity--I cant help but feel like they could never let go of Guren’s success and never tried something else. Except for Red Swan of course, which is also my 2nd favorite WIT OP. It’s slower, it’s sadder, it’s melancholic, and vastly different from all the others, and I really appreciate that. It tries to be its own thing and it succeeded for me. And “My War” even more so feels like it has a very distinct, unique vision, goes all out in that way, and it just works beautifully.

And it’s that distinct, unique vision that I wanna dig into lastly here, because, just as the marley arc does for this manga, I find that out of all the OP’s, My War most explicitely depicts and visualizes many of the core thematic ideas of Attack on Titan and brings them directly into the forefront. I’ve seen a bunch of cool interpretations of the song at this point, and someone may have somewhere already said all this, but I wanna throw it in here regardless

After countless battles, sacrifices, victories and losses, Eren and the survey corps were able to win the war against the titans that their walled world was stuck in for a hundred years. Their gigantic enemies were defeated, and freedom ought to lie ahead. But no, beyond the shores is just more...more oppression, more war, more death and more sacrifice. The history their king to from them is one of war and oppression, a never ending cycle of violence, spanning back 2000 years, continuing forward. One oppressive regime falls, only for the next to take its place. This has been the history of mankind since the dawn of man, and it continues on and on and on.

This is what this episode shows us, another military battle around another walled encampment, and this is what this opening shows us...a world perpetually at war. Man’s hatred for one another leads to conflict, to war: it’s continued existence in history and continued technological advancements are the perfect visual representation of this. Man’s capacity for war breeds more war, and it takes lives and it takes freedom and it doesnt stop, it just keeps consuming.

The Opening starts off with battleships, artillery fire, mortars, flamethrowers, nuclear explosions and a titan spine forming among them all, until the birds of freedom fall dead out of the sky. Neverending armies of soldiers march the streets, airships rule the sky, but all the soldiers, all the military craft, the marleyan military and the paradisian soldiers all fall to pieces and get destroyed. War and conflict rage on and all the pieces fall to the ground, littering the earth in nothing but death and destruction. And at the end, atop this mountain of corpses and mayhem, the titans arise, reaching forward, attacking. They are born from mankinds neverending cycle of destruction, the physical manifestation of our inner demons that lead us to kill each other.

I thoroughly believe that this sequence of events most perfectly encapsulates all of attack on titan. Look at the marley arc: the years of their attempts to wipe out Paradis island lead the island and the attack titan straight to them, delivering a terrible blow to them during their declaration of war. 2000 years ago it was the warmongering, slave hording king fritz who had a girl hunted for sport who brought about the era of the eldian empire, creating a system to eternally maintain the titan’s ability to wage war and rule the lands that would wind up ripping humanity apart. Look at the final arc: all of humanities hatred towards the island devils birthed the final attack titan and his horde of demons who have come to trample the world underfoot. The titans have always arisen as the consequence of man’s tendency towards conflict and death. Eren’s titan first formed from inside a titan who just killed him, his last titan was born out of his own death yet again. Titans are man’s desire to kill given shape, and the more man kills and fights, the more titans arise.

It’s a bleak and terrible look at the cruelty of the world, that I think the OP highlights immensly well. It’s a gorgeous looking and sounding 90 seconds, and despite its contents being essentially horrifying, its fun to look at and listen to. Isayama once said about Eren’s attack in marley that “what eren does here is the worst thing. but if you were able to feel just a little bit of excitement from it, then it was worth drawing manga all this time”. Somehow, one way or another, we’re drawn to conflict, despite how terrible it is. And I think this opening manifests this beautifully

#waaaayyyy too long of a tangeant there but #yeah this basically #I love that we got to have a full on anti war opening #its perfect #and it bops hard #attack on titan #snk #my war #snk the final season #anonymous #answered #Anonymous

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