#but for now i'm enjoying playing :)

[verflares]

be not afraid. death is not the end.

[tianhai03]

behold. my collection of arthur morgan doodles i kept telling myself i would post (some of these are almost a month old now)

[corseque]

Did you know the fantasy MMORPG Final Fantasy Fourteen only uses the word "okay" 9 times in dialogue throughout the entire hundreds of hours long story? And each use of "okay" that got through seems like an actual mistake that simply didn't get edited out?

There is no use of "okay" in A Song of Ice and Fire. There is no use of "okay" in the entire The Witcher series. It's something that's like... just really largely accepted for fantasy. I would argue that vocabulary choice and word choice does a huge amount of heavy lifting to make something "feel" like a fantasy!!!!! It's a part of the genre expectation that I think is largely agreed on.

If you're writing a medievalish fantasy in a fantasy land, and you chose to establish a unique vocabulary and to minimize modern anachronisms to facilitate the feeling of being in a different fantasy world than our own modern mundane world, in a way that is commonly accepted for fantasy, and you've done it in all 3 previous of your games except for deliberate exceptions for artistic reasons, then you expect that to continue into the next part of the story so you feel like there's continuity.

the FFXIV English localization team made a point never to use "okay" commonly because it DOES make it feel too modern. It's actually a really easy thing to keep an eye on, editing wise.

and FFXIV is a game that has ACTUAL MODERN CARS and PARKING LOTS!!! and the English writing team STILL cared about eliminating "okay". Because they cared in a basic way about how word choice affects fantasy experience. Anyway, so that's how it feels when fantasy writing cares about the little details :)

Anyway, I'll continue to look at it as the most easy softball lob toward the writers' and editors' bats that they just fucking whiffed for no reason. Or whiffed on purpose, which is even fucking worse.

And after this week's revelations that BioWare always HATED and devalued the medieval fantasy Dragon Age and LOVED and valued the futuristic sci-fi Mass Effect, this style change is even more important to me. When a company looks down on fantasy PERIOD and suddenly in the latest game even the very language is changed to not feel as much as a fantasy game.... HMMM Hmmmm hmmmm I'm sure it's nothing!!!!!! but yeah it's childish to have basic expectations for a fantasy setting

[vash-o-vision]

some girl you like?

[tapeworrmart]

Red Dead Revenge (low honor Arthur)

[solarstranger]

TOO HOT TO HANDLE (4.9k)

pairing. k. bakugou x reader

synopsis. halloween has always been the time for you to unwind—have fun, even—as a reprieve from the stresses work and life brought you. but when your best friend bakugou somehow shows up to the party in a not-so-forgiving costume, you suddenly find that the last thing you can do is relax. (read on ao3)

c.w. minors dni. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (26), post-ch 431: more, lots of cussing AND banter, explicit themes (which i will not delve into for the element of surprise, but be warned), apt amounts of yearning (because why not)

a/n. dedicated to @andypantsx3 who inadvertently unlocked a kink for me by merely shitposting about it (the power that you hold). i know halloween is still ages away, but this is just what i came up with lol so i hope you like it ms andie <3 and to everyone who will give this fic a chance. i love you all!

This was all supposed to be a joke.

At least, you’re pretty sure it started as one.

It all began with an off-hand suggestion during one of your weekly movie nights with the squad—a week before Mina’s annual Halloween party. It was Kaminari’s turn to host and pick the film, unfortunately enough, although the five of you have since accepted the fact that there was no way of skipping the electric hero’s round despite the majority vote being for it.

(Though you supposed it made sense for a man comically notorious for things never going his way to be exceptionally stubborn about things he can control.)

Either way, it was probably his stubborn will to (force you to) watch Cabin Fever that propelled you into a mildly dissociative state where—instead of tuning into the poorly rated flick playing animatedly in front of you—your mind drifted to the upcoming event, and the fact that you still didn’t have a costume to wear.

You figured it was probably too late to order something half-decent or have an entire ensemble tailored for you, not that you had any ideas for an individual outfit in the first place. Ever since getting closer to the squad three years ago, you’ve developed a preference for wearing group costumes, partly because it was fun and made identifying each other during parties easier, not to mention transformed the group photos into something else entirely, but mostly because it saved you the brain power to think of what to wear yourself.

So you’d be lying if you said you weren’t mildly disappointed when Mina first made the announcement that she was going solo this year.

“Sorry, guys,” she shot to the group chat with a pouting emoji at 1 in the morning on the day of your last hangout before the party. “I really want to be Princess Bubblegum for Halloween—at least once.”

Unsurprisingly, Kaminari and Sero immediately gave her shit for the last-minute proclamation, although they didn’t get to complain for far too long before the female suggested they dress up as Peter Parker and Harry Osborn in their superhero clothes, an idea that they just as quickly gobbled up as soon as she sent a link for ready-made suits.

Kirishima, on the other hand, was completely unfazed—you’d even think he was glad for the out, judging by how fast he came up with the decision to go as Crimson Riot.

Will he likely end up looking just like how he normally does?

Yes.

Are you still envious of him?

Also, yes.

You didn’t dare express your dissatisfaction, though, wary of potentially disheartening your closest girlfriend. At the very least, she deserved to embody the character she wanted, especially with how much effort she puts into hosting these parties every year.

Which left you alone and—most definitely—costume-less.

A predicament of yours that you wouldn’t be caught dead dwelling on if it weren’t for Kaminari’s mind-numbingly terrible taste in movies, and the oddly convenient fact that the living human sitting beside you on the two-seater sofa is the only other costume-less person left in your group.

“What.”

You startled, then—partly because you were actually dissociating, but also because you didn’t notice you were staring.

Enough to catch Bakugou’s attention.

“N-nothing,” you retorted, conscious of keeping your voice low.

“Out with it.”

You sighed. You’ve known the man long enough to understand he wouldn’t back down—even if it meant inadvertently disturbing the others.

“I was just thinking,” you started quietly, shifting uncomfortably in your shared seat, “Since we’re the only two left with no costumes, do you—maybe—wanna—do a duo set?”

A grunt. Then: “Whaddya have in mind?”

You paused. Definitely something that hid your body. You weren’t about to strut next to Bakugou in a slutty suit, nor were you confident enough in how you look to even dare to wear anything promiscious.

You swore you got an ad for some stupid combination a few days ago…

“Aha!” you found yourself unexpectedly exclaiming, which earned you a stink-eye from Kaminari and startled looks from the rest. You mumbled a sheepish sorry, before turning back towards the ash-blonde.

“I saw it on Facebook Marketplace,” you whispered, leaning slightly into the man, acutely aware of his familiar perfume. “A firefighter and a fire hydrant.”

Bakugou blinked at you, before: “You want to go as a fire hydrant?”

“Yeah!” you forced out a laugh, suddenly self-conscious. “What’s wrong with it? I always wanted to wear something stupid for Halloween.”

“A fire hydrant.”

“Stop sounding so incredulous, you dickhead.”

Bakugou stared at you for another beat, before looking away, shrugging. “Whatever. As long as I don’t look like a dumbass in that shit.”

“Of course, you won’t!” you chirped, fishing into your pocket for your phone so you could place the order despite knowing Kaminari would reprimand you for using gadgets while the film is playing. “We’ll be the hottest duo at the party.”

You didn’t mean to be right.

You only said what you said because you were, admittedly, over the moon about Bakugou surprisingly going along with your proposition—a much favorable response than the one you were expecting from the pro-hero.

You didn’t bother asking the seller about the measurements, either, having eyeballed the pictures and hastily deciding that it seemed like it was going to fit the ash-blonde. You weren’t about to lose the set to a much speedier, equally last-minute buyer.

It didn’t take long for you to receive the well-wrapped package, and you had his piece of the ensemble instantly delivered to his home the following day.

Weirdly enough, you didn’t hear any complaints from the man. Once you were sure he had claimed your mini gift bag, you certainly braced yourself for some expletives to come your way, laced with flak about the quality of the stitching, or criticism regarding the stiffness of the fabric, but none of that came.

Which, now that you’re standing on Mina’s front porch and gaping at the sight in front of you, suddenly makes sense.

Because you didn’t mean to be right—when you said you were going to be hot.

Well, certainly not you. The only curve on your body right now is the curve of the top of your flimsy fire hydrant costume.

But Bakugou?

You force your eyes away from how his shirt sleeves are clinging to his biceps for dear life.

“Don’t you look stupid.”

At the taunt, your gaze snaps back at the pro-hero, a reflex that you instantly regret when you’re once again met with the sight of his too-tight shirt that is tucked into, thankfully, not-as-tight (actually, loose) yellow pants, hands buried deep inside his pockets.

You scramble for a response.

“W-where’s your jacket?” you croak, “And hat?”

Bakugou’s brows furrow ever so minutely, as if in bemusement, before a wave of realization sweeps his features. He nods to the commotion behind him, “It’s hot inside. Had to take it off.”

“What?” you can’t help but frown, “You’re compromising the integrity of our costume set.”

You’re also making it a little hard to breathe, the pesky little voice in your head pipes up.

You slap a metaphorical hand over its metaphorical mouth.

Bakugou grins. “And you’re hilariously articulate for a fucking fire hydrant.”

“Fucking—”

“And before you spray at me,” he cuts you off, hands raised in mock surrender, “Mina’s looking for you. She wants to take pictures while her wig glue is still working.”

You’re losing him.

Scratch that—you’ve lost him.

And—jesus—you’ve never felt better.

As it turns out, you shot yourself in the foot when you unwittingly roped Bakugou into doing this with you, because you forgot the guy infuriatingly looks good in anything.

Even a baggy uniform set that you forced him to keep wearing despite his loud protests, citing the scalding, humid heat that’s becoming more and more unbearable with each passing moment, even to an in-denial you.

You argued it was to make sure people understood what you two were supposed to be, but really, it was for your own motherfucking sanity, and probably the sanity of every single individual in this party who is remotely attracted to men.

Because, had you known that that shirt was a complete and utter atrocity to mankind, you would’ve sent it back to that seller the minute you got the package.

No, actually. You would’ve burned it.

Besides, that excuse was pure bullshit to start with anyway, because being seen as a set is certainly the last thing you’re aiming for right now, not with how you’ve been avoiding the ash-blonde not just like a plague, but like all ten plagues of Egypt—swerving into tight corners and ducking under furniture as much as your not-so-inconspicous get-up allows you just to get away from him.

But you should’ve known better than to think you could hide from the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

The very Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, who’s currently peering menacingly down at you, where you’re stuffed—crammed in the small, dusty space between Mina’s sofa and the living room wall.

You laugh, although it comes out a bit stilted.

“…I can explain?”

That’s all you manage to get out—except for a squawk—when he suddenly lurches forward and grabs you by the wrist, bringing you to your feet in a flash. You don’t get to say anything in complaint before you find yourself already being dragged through a crowd of partygoers, the decidedly fuming man not bothering to excuse yourselves as he forces the people to make way through his sheer presence alone, like Moses parting the Red Sea.

You try to say sorry to every other person you bump into, forcing your mind not to focus on how ridiculous you must be looking right now—a frumpy fire hydrant being forcefully pulled by an angry firefighter—although you’re just as swiftly yanked from your stupor and the uncomfortable spotlight when you’re tugged up the staircase and into what you can only guess is Mina’s bedroom.

The door slams shut behind you once you’re inside, and you flinch, Bakugou’s back turned against you—although you don’t have to catch a glimpse of his face to know he’s mad.

Steeling yourself, you clear your throat.

“Look, Bakugou, I—”

“Are you pulling some kind of prank on me, because believe me, I’m really not in the mood right now.”

You gulp. “I—”

“What?” he finally turns to you, cutting you off, and you barely miss the sweat dripping down his temples as he scowls at you, “You what?”

“I w-was… I was just…”

He scoffs, a gruff, smug sound that causes you to stiffen. “What? Can’t even come up with a shitty excuse?”

At that, you bristle, and then open your mouth to spit something back, when you’re abruptly stopped in your tracks as Bakugou unceremoniously yanks the jacket and headpiece off of him, the aggressive motion leaving his muscles no choice but to strain against his stained-with-sweat compression shirt.

And, despite yourself, you stare.

“What?” you distantly hear him ask you—suspiciously—while you only blink at him, frozen.

You don’t know how much time passes between the two of you, but you don’t remember daring to move an inch, at least not until Bakugou says something again, effectively snapping you out of your trance.

“…’re you staring at, dumbass?”

You tense in attention, immediately averting your gaze. “N-nothing. I wasn’t s-staring—at a-anything.”

“…Huh.”

You whip to look at him. “What?”

He stares at you for another moment, the intimidation from earlier now long gone, having been replaced with—

Your train of thought gets completely derailed when he wordlessly takes a step closer to you, then another, then another, until your back collides with the door, and his arms are caging you in between them, and you’re desperately wishing you’d meld with the wood just to get away from—

To get away from—

From—

“I make you horny, is that it?”

Your jaw drops.

To your surprise, Bakugou isn’t smirking, or dripping with any sense of conceit.

Instead, he’s peering at you with something…

There’s no way in hell, but it’s almost akin to—

“Answer me.”

At that, you seize up, but—miraculously—manage to force out a cackle a second later. “Ha ha, very funny, Bakugou.”

“Now, come on,” you start, voice wobbly, moving to duck under his arm, but then he slams his hand against the door, and you—despite yourself—immediately straighten up back in position.

A glare. “I’m not asking you again.”

“Or else what?”

His eyes darken; you fight back a shudder.

“Or else I’m gonna have to pry it out of your fucking mouth.”

You frown. “How the hell are you—”

You can only squeak in shock when Bakugou—the Bakugou Katsuki—#5 pro-hero of all of Japan, but perhaps more importantly, one of your best friends for the past three years, all but smashes his lips against yours, instantly encasing your mouth in his.

You can’t help it—you don’t think there’s any way for you to help it—but you moan at the contact, arms shooting up to circle around his neck, just as his scarred ones plant themselves on your hips, yanking you right up next to him—so close that you feel the faint silhouette of what can only be his—

“Shut up,” he mumbles against your lips before you can say anything, immediately following it up with another open-mouthed kiss.

“W-what,” you retort as well as you can despite his barrage of attacks, squirming under his harsh hold, “I didn’t—mmm—say—anything.”

To your chagrin, he pulls away ever so slightly, a petulant frown on his face. “You were about to shoot me with a belated comeback, you smartass.”

You break into a grin. “Well, I’m not the one with a hard-on.”

“That’s it.”

You barely stop yourself from yelping when Bakugou all but tears your costume apart with one strong tug, a loss that you would most definitely regret if it weren’t for that display of strength just now embarrassingly sending a shot of arousal down your veins, causing you to fail to tamp down a shiver.

Unfortunately, this subtle reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou, who only smirks knowingly at you as he tosses the onesie aside, staring at you in all your barely clothed glory. “So I do make you horny.”

You flame. “Y-you know, you shouldn’t be all cocky when you’re dick is literally standing as erect as you.”

That makes Bakugou bark out a stunned laugh, which makes you smile in spite of yourself.

Instead of spewing a quip right back at you, though, he leans in again, pressing a contrastingly soft peck on your lips. “Never said you didn’t have the same effect on me, princess.”

You gape at him. “As a fire hydrant?”

Bakugou visibly falters, and you snort, which earns you a flick on the forehead.

“Obviously, not in that suit,” he remarks, hands finding their way back on your hips, rubbing soothing circles on the covered flesh. “But that’s what the imagination is for, right?”

Your eyes widen. “Y-you mean—you’ve—”

“Yeah,” he replies, not letting you finish, tone uncharacteristically quiet. “I-is that—uh—alright?”

Fuck.

Well, then.

You’ve always believed honesty begets honesty.

Which is why you say the next thing.

“Yes. It’s more than alright.”

Apparently, that response is more than alright to him, because Bakugou hoists you up in his arms like you barely matched the weight of a small sack of potatoes, but not before diving in for another kiss—one that’s equally as frantic and hot as the last few ones—if not more.

“We—mmm—shouldn’t be—doing this,” you try to say as he carries you to the bed, although it’s hard to focus when Bakugou’s relentless in his assault on your lips, tongue determined in exploring every inch of your mouth.

“Bakugou—”

“Katsuki,” he corrects you so sourly that you’d laugh it weren’t for the fact that you’re now—quite literally—sprawled helpless underneath the man, who’s now towering over you on—

Fuck.

Mina’s bed, of all places.

“Mina’s gonna kill us if she finds out.”

He scoffs. “Mina’s the one to blame, anyway. We wouldn’t be in this situation if she didn’t abandon ship in the first place.”

At that, and despite yourself, you stiffen. “You mean—this is just—”

“There you go again. Overthinking shit.”

“I am not—”

Bakugou shuts you up with another kiss. You return it.

He pulls back, the earlier humor in his countenance now having made way for palpable seriousness. “I want this, dumbass. I’ve wanted this. Mina just happened to make it happen sooner than planned.”

“Y-you know, you’re giving Mina all the credit, when I was the one who invited you to do the costumes with me.”

“Right,” he grins, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture so soft you don’t know how to react. “I guess I have to thank you, too, then.”

“Thank me by taking off your clothes,” you quip, clawing at the waistband of his pants, “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Damn. Okay, princess.”

At that, Bakugou moves to take off his still-ridiculously tight shirt first by his nape, when—out of nowhere—everything hits you, and the word is already out of your mouth before you can rein it in.

“Wait.”

Bakugou freezes, top midway off his torso, revealing his mouth-watering abs and motherfucking happy trail.

You have to wrench your eyes away from them.

“I change my mind,” you clear your throat, avoiding his gaze, opting to stare blankly at the ceiling instead. “I want you to keep it on.”

“…Oh, shit.”

Your head snaps back to look at him. “What?”

To your chagrin, Bakugou only chuckles before shaking his head. “You weren’t kidding, when you—”

“If you’re just gonna shame me,” you interject, partly because you’re terrified of the remaining half of his sentence, “Then you better kiss your orgasm goodbye.”

“I’m not gonna—” he trails off, defensive, before sighing, “Jesus, you’re stubborn when you’re embarrassed.”

You harumph, arms crossed in front of your chest.

“But, fine,” he eventually says after a brief moment of silence, catching your attention. “I actually wanted to be naked with you, but if this is what you want, then I’ll keep it on.”

He seems to hesitate for a moment, before—ultimately—flashing you a not-at-all disarming smirk. “That’s what the second time is for, right?”

“S-second time?”

At your query, his sneer falters, instantly replaced with a frown. “Yeah.”

“Are we talking friends with benefits? Or…”

Now, you’d think you just accused this man of being a serial killer with how he’s looking at you with blatant offense, features contorted so painfully you’ve got half a mind to smooth down the creases on his skin.

“I’m just kiddi—”

“Seriously? Fuck buddies?”

You pout. “I was just—”

“Fuck, no. We’re gonna date,” he points between the two of you, “You and I.”

“Alright,” you affirm before he can ramble even more, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his scarred one. He immediately relaxes.

“We’re gonna date,” you parrot for confirmation, and he nods sternly, “For realsies. And we’re gonna tell the squad when it feels right.”

“I mean, if we don’t get caught fucking here tonight.”

That grants him a slap to the arm, which he takes in stride, laughing.

“I’m just fucking with you,” he snickers.

“Then quit fucking with me and just fuck me, dickhead.”

“Gladly,” he retorts with a grin, leaning in, “But there’s something I want to do first.”

That’s all the warning you get before Bakugou tugs your tank top off of you in one swift motion, momentum slightly interrupted with his scrambling to unfasten your bra a beat later, although he manages to wrangle it away from you after a few more seconds of struggle, making you laugh.

Though that laugh all but dies in your throat the moment Bakugou lifts the undergarment off your torso, finally revealing your naked breasts in front of the man, and despite yourself, you squirm under the heat of his stare, bringing a hand up to cover yourself, although you don’t even get to your stomach before he’s reaching out to restrain you, eyes never leaving your chest.

“Fuck.”

You chuckle nervously. “I hope that’s a good ‘fuck’.”

“Obviously,” he spits back, although there’s not much of a bite to it. “C-can I touch them?”

You nod. “Please. Do whatever you want.”

That makes Bakugou grin even wider, though you don’t get to focus too much on his reaction before you’re groaning at his surprisingly firm grip, his big, strong hands wasting no time in fondling and groping at your breasts. You think you hear him mutter something under his breath—a curse, maybe—although you’re too dazed to decipher what it is, mind honing into nothing but the pleasure of his deft thumbs fiddling with your now-pebbled nipples.

“Your mouth, Katsuki,” you find yourself saying a minute later, eyes fluttering closed.

“…What?”

“Use—ugh—your mouth on me.”

“Oh, right. Okay.”

Now, whatever carnality you derived from Bakugou’s hands playing with your chest suddenly pales in comparison the second his warm mouth latches onto your nipple, a sensation so foreign yet so welcome that you can’t help but moan aloud, a response that immediately earns you a hand over your lips to silence you.

“Keep quiet,” he mumbles over your chest, but not before flicking over the stiff tip with his tongue, “Or else they’re gonna find out.”

To your surprise, the very thought of being caught in the act sends a wave of pleasure down your spine, making you shudder in gross anticipation—an almost imperceptible movement any ordinary man would normally miss.

Unfortunately, Bakugou is far from ordinary.

He lets go of your breast with a loud pop in favor of peering down at you, eyes narrowed into a squint. “You’re more of a pervert than I anticipated.”

That makes you flush. “I am not a pervert.”

“Sure, princess. Whatever you say.”

“I am not a pervert!”

“Shhh,” he whispers, a snarky expression written all over his features. “The more you insist, the harder it is to believe you.”

“Okay, that’s it.”

You make a move to shove him away from you and to get out of the bed, but you don’t even get to get him to budge an inch, nor get to drag your butt a foot closer towards the edge—not when he tugs you back in your place so effortlessly, once again caging you into the mattress in between his muscled arms.

He tuts. “You never let me finish, princess. I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

“You’re unbelievable, Bakugou.”

“Katsuki,” he corrects you again, frowning. “Now, tell me. What do you want me to do to you?”

You glare up at him. “I want you to let me go.”

“Honesty, princess. I’ve been nothing but honest with you this entire night. The least you can do is return the favor.”

“…Fine,” you eventually spew after a brief moment of silence. “I want to ride you.”

Whatever Bakugou expected you to say, it definitely wasn’t that.

“W-what?”

“You heard me, didn’t you? I said I want to ride you,” you proclaim before pausing, debating on whether or not you should say the next thing, ultimately deciding on it. “I-I’ve always wanted to ride a uniformed officer, anyway.”

Bakugou lets out a choked sound. “And you say I’m the unbelievable one.”

You huff. “Are you gonna let me, or not?”

“Jesus. Stubborn and impatient,” he laughs, before leaning back to sit on his haunches. “Okay, let’s switch places, then.”

You don’t offer a rebuttal to his suggestion, opting to merely follow suit and exchange positions, albeit begrudgingly. You don’t waste another second in pulling the remaining articles of your clothing off of you, tossing your shorts and panties to the side just as Bakugou pulls down his pants to finally reveal his hardened dick, the mere size of which causes you to swallow in nervous excitement despite yourself.

“Fuck,” he groans from where he’s now laying back on the pillows, staring at your pussy. “Look at you.”

“Look at you yourself,” you retort, absentmindedly bringing a hand to your core to spread your essence over your now throbbing clit. “You’re so big.”

“Shit, staring at my dick makes you want to play with yourself?” he laughs-coughs, raising a hand to caress your bare waist. “You’re something else.”

“Hurry up and fuck me, Katsuki,” you plead, inching your way closer to the man until you’re hovering over his naked pelvis, cock standing just a few centimeters away from where you need him the most.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to ride a uniformed officer, didn’t you? Use my dick, then. Make yourself feel good on it.”

“Okay, but if I get tired, then you—”

Whatever you were planning on saying to the ash-blonde gets rudely thrown out of the proverbial window when Bakugou—without warning—thrusts up into you, fully sheathing himself into your pussy, making you choke out a strangled moan, a moan so loud that it earns you a slap to the mouth in a feeble attempt to silence you.

“Fuck,” you cry, “You—fucking—”

“I know you want to be caught like the little pervert you are, but if you want to cum before somebody barges in on us, then keep quiet.”

To that, you can only nod in resigned confirmation before Bakugou finally starts moving, hips thrusting in a stable pace—in and out, in and out—while all you can do is bite roughly on your lips, barely managing to contain your groans.

Thankfully, Bakugou notices this sooner than later, and the moment he does, he’s scooping you closer to him until your laying flat in front of him—your naked chest firmly plastered against his tightly clothed torso—seizing your mouth into another searing kiss to silence your ever growing sounds that’s slowly rivaling the distant booming of music beyond the bedroom door.

Somehow, although in hindsight you think it’s because of Bakugou’s bruising grip on your hips, you eventually start getting a grip back on reality, opting to experimentally sway your pelvis against the man’s incessant pounding, an effort that the pro-hero immediately encourages the second his cock slips a little bit deeper inside of you, causing the both of you to groan against each others lips.

“Fuck, just like that,” he rasps, arms still circled tightly around you, “You’re doing great, princess.”

You don’t respond to the praise, letting your clenching pussy speak for itself, choosing to lean back, grab his one hand and placing it on your chest instead, while taking the other and plopping it down on your thigh. And when Bakugou only glances at you in confusion—albeit not stopping his assault on your hole—you toss him a half-lidded look, before bringing his thumb to your clit.

No further words are exchanged as realization dawns on the ash-blonde’s features, fingers immediately getting to work, rubbing alternating circles and figure-eights on your bud. Acutely aware of the fact that Bakugou can’t swallow your moans away in this position anymore, you bite on your lip—hard—the sensation—mixed with the feeling of his cock nestled deep within you and his finger playing with your clit while his other hand latches onto your bare chest—prompting your orgasm to come sooner than expected.

“Fuck, Katsuki. I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Really?” Bakugou asks—tone breathy as if he can’t believe you’re actually close and it’s all because of his doing. “Cum for me, then, baby. Be a good fucking girl and cum for me.”

And, as if emboldened by your impending climax, Bakugou doubles up on his efforts, heels digging into the firm cushion to give him further leverage to thrust up into you harder—harder than ever before, all the while pressing firmly against your clit, and it’s this mind-spinning combination that finally drives you over the edge, and you cum.

And cum.

And cum.

Bakugou finishes right with you, just barely biting back a hoarse groan, hips spasming against yours as he shoots loads and loads of cum into your pussy.

You completely collapse on top of the man not too long after that, his softening dick still firmly burrowed inside of you, although neither of you make a move to remove it. You vaguely register Bakugou’s arms coming up to wrap around you, pulling you impossibly closer to him, though you can’t find it in you to complain.

A brief moment of stillness passes between you.

It’s Bakugou, though, who ultimately breaks the silence.

“You didn’t just fuck me because I was dressed in a uniform, did you?”

“Uh…”

He jolts underneath you, snapping to look at your face. Unable to hold back, you glance up at him, laughing.

“I’m just kidding, you big idiot. I’d fuck and date you even if you were dressed as a fire hydrant.”

Bakugou huffs—borderline snorts—before lying back down onto the pillows, smiling. “Good.”

A barrage of knocks resounds from the doorway.

You and Bakugou whip to look at each other, eyes wide with alarm.

“Uh, guys?” comes a muffled voice, which you can only guess belongs to Mina, “I’m happy you two finally fucked, but come on, seriously? My bedroom?”

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[syringaledraws]

The World Ends with Rain or smth like that

Twewy kids as a bunch of slugcats! yay

Also, additional iterator!Joshua concept thing, because of course I had to give it a try too

[keii]

Caleb's interesting peekabook sweater lol

[thebramblewood]

A great adventure awaits...

What's a girl to do when she reaches the top of her career and still isn't satisfied? Gwen spent more than half her young adulthood in pursuit of success and maturity, but what do those words even mean? In all that time spent climbing the career ladder, she was most happy on her vacation in Champs les Sims, where she stumbled her way into exploring an ancient tomb. Since then, there's been an unfulfilled desire for more adventure lurking in the back of her mind. Before she and her girlfriend Kirby do anything crazy like - *gasp* - get married or move to the suburbs or start a family, why not take a little jaunt around the world?

In other words, Gwen and I were starting to get bored, so we're doing a soft rebrand. The gameplay simply known as Bridgeport will now become Gwen's Great Adventures!

[pushing500]

It's official!! Jut can see again!!! Huzzah!!

He got home pretty damn fast. I think he was eager to see his wife for the first time ever <3

He's not quite fully patched up, but it's a lot better than being completely blind. I wonder if Unborn Baby Creepjoiner will inherit their dad's green eye(s) or their mum's black eyes?

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[pickles4nickles]

You Wanna Fight Manifestations of the Human Psyche With Me After Class? is an Akeshu comic collection zine that spans a little bit of the canon timeline from Persona 5 Royal and Strikers, but mostly post-canon "What if the Metaverse came back" stuff that also has domestic-ish vibes.

HERE IT IS, FOLKS. The not-so secret project that I meant to only work on for six to eight months, but with the way life be, this ended up taking me a whole year to finish. This zine has over 90 pages of comics and over 60 of those pages are either cleaned up doodle comics or brand-new stories that I haven't posted anywhere before.

You can grab the PDF from my itchio or ko-fi!

📕 https://pickles4nickles.itch.io/you-wanna-fight-manifestations-of-the-human-psyche-with-me-after-class

☕ https://ko-fi.com/s/9a316d1f83

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Mr. Cube I have a question of utmost importance for you as literally the only Magneto main I know of. HOW... DO YOU PLAY HIM. Do you have any tips. I want to look at him.

So You Want To Be Pretty OK As Magneto In Marvel Rivals

(3 March, 2025) a beginner's guide written by your resident magneto main snapperoni because now i get an excuse to talk about marvel rivals magneto extensively and in gross detail

*this guide will be treating you as though you have never used magneto in your life and will go into extreme depths at explaining his abilities as well as what it means to be a tank player. if you feel confident in understanding his abilities, feel free to skip the abilities section and head straight to the bottom for talk on strategy and tips

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

TLDR ROLE INTRODUCTION ABILITIES Melee/Greatsword Primary Fire/Iron Volley Secondary Fire/Mag Cannon Metallic Curtain Metal + Iron Bulwark [TEAM-UP ABILITY] Metallic Fusion [ULTIMATE] Meteor M [PASSIVE] Magnetic Descent TIPS AND STRATEGIES Iron Volley + Mag Cannon Combo Bubble and Shield Usage Two Tanks Are Better Than One Metallic Fusion How to Use Meteor M CLOSING THOUGHTS

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Too Long, Didn't Read:

Magneto is a poke tank meant to be played at medium-to-close range whose priorities should lie in acting as a living wall for his teammates. preserving his abilities mostly for himself yet sharing them when the situation calls for it.

While his priorities should be defense-based, when it comes to going on the offensive you want him to target strategists and duelists and only engage in tanks if the rest of the team is with you. As far as aiming goes, he's very friendly and isn't hitscan reliant, and you should find yourself picking up his aim style easily with time.

He's not a super flashy character like the rest of the cast, but he's far from useless and, at this moment in time, stands as one of Rival's best tank options alongside Doctor Strange and Hulk, whether you're running two tanks or running solo.

Overall, the two-star difficulty he is awarded is very fitting: available to newcomers to pick up and start playing, however offers a little something extra to those with a better understanding of him; he's generally straight forward as far as tanks go, but picking up a few extra tips and tidbits never hurt anyone. Except your enemies, of course.

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Role Introduction: Vanguard/Tank

As a vanguard unit, Magneto's top priority should be taking the brunt of the team's damage on the front line and should give the team either opportunities to push forward, or shoot behind the cover you provide.

With 650HP (without shields), while he has average health for a vanguard, his defensive kit allows him to be a formidable wall when his abilities are used tactfully and you work in tandem with your support/s. Unlike dive tanks like Venom and Captain America, Magneto is much more stationary, and his kit rewards playing defensively and close to the team.

A common misconception with FPS games is that your top priority is to get the most eliminations as possible and to exclusively hunt for the next kill (unless that is the objective of the specific map you're playing on, then kill away). There are several errors with this philosophy: for starters, you begin to neglect the objective, which can lead to a game loss.

The amount of kills you have won't matter if you stay off point and the other team takes the objective. No matter what anyone says, don't stress about your eliminations so long as you know you're protecting your team, securing the point, and overall providing value to the game (though it is important to be able to land a shot....).

Moreover, playing under this philosophy is a sure-fire way to not only get you killed and remove your time away from the field (which should truly be your game philosophy: die as little as possible), but specifically as a tank you'll bring your teammates down with you as they lose what should be a reliable line of defense. As a tank, you should be opening up opportunities for your teammates to get the eliminations and protecting your strategist/support units.

All of that said, tank is not for the passive player: as tank, you need to be firm about the playing field being yours and making sure the enemy team knows they're going to have a hard time taking it from you. Fitting for Magneto, really.

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Ability Review

Before dissecting Magneto's abilities, I will preface and say I calculated his damage using Doctor Strange (600HP) and Scarlet Witch (250HP) as damage dummies. The numbers I have here may not be accurate, so to circumvent this potential error I'll describe how many shots it takes to use a specific skill in order to eliminate certain enemies.

Melee/Greatsword

Attack speed: ~1 second

Damage Output: 40 (About seven swings to KO a 250HP enemy)

Utilizing Doom Bot remains, Magneto swings with a grandiose blade. The problem with this sword is it's not only one of- if not the- slowest melees in the game as of right now, but it has very little to compensate for its poor speed. Should very rarely be used in place of a well-aimed primary fire.

Primary Fire/Iron Volley

Reload time: ~1 Second

Damage Output:

Direct Damage: 80 (About four shots to KO a 250HP enemy)

Edge Damage: 40 (About seven shots to KO a 250HP enemy)

Fall-Off Damage: 40 (About seven shots to KO a 250HP enemy)

Magneto's Iron Volley asks that you lead/predict your shots. Moreover, his Iron Volley will explode automatically once reaching 25M(eters), whether it hits a target or not. At 25M, your shot will no longer do 80 damage, but will do half instead. As noted before, Magneto's primary fire will explode when it comes into contact with a wall, floor, or enemy. As such, the explosion has a small hitbox- doing just about half of a regular, direct shot. Because of this, you shouldn't be too stressed if you're not the greatest at aiming: Magneto's primary fire makes up for any minor imperfections and is rather generous so long as you're in the general area of your target.

Secondary Fire/Mag-Cannon

Reload Time (Without Bulwark Aid):

One Ring: ~4 Seconds

Two Rings: ~8 Seconds

Full Power: ~12 Seconds

Damage Output:

One Ring: 40 (About seven shots to KO a 250HP enemy)

Two Rings: 80 (About four shots to KO a 250HP enemy)

Three Rings/Full Power: 100 (About three shots to KO a 250HP enemy)

Edge Damage: N/A

Similar to Iron Volley, you will need to lead your shot when firing off a Mag-Cannon. Unlike his primary fire however, Magneto's secondary fire will keep going until it hits a wall or enemy. Moreover, it doesn't suffer any damage fall-off, nor does it offer any edge damage. How many rings you possess show both on Magneto physically, but they can also be tracked by the purple arrows below your crosshair. As a bonus, the Mag-Cannon momentarily stuns and pushes back any targets it hits which can either cancel an enemy's advancement, or open the floor for a follow-up attack.

Metallic Curtain

Recharge Time: 3 Seconds

Replenish-to-Full Time: 10 Seconds

Duration: 1.5 Seconds

Shield HP: N/A

Putting up an impenetrable wall just shy of two seconds allows Magneto and his allies to pull back safely from oncoming damage or provide just enough cover to make an adequate push forward. Not to mention, this indestructible wall scoffs in the face of any ult coming your way. Once the shield has been spent, a white bar will appear on the right side of your crosshair. This bar indicates how long you can hold your shield up the next time you use it before it's fully charged, where then the bar will fade. Finally, you can put your shield down early. While this means you'll have to wait the full three seconds for it to be available again, this means your shield will have more durability the next time you use it.

Metal Bulwark + Iron Bulwark

Recharge Time: 12 seconds

Duration: ~3 Seconds

Shield HP: To be calculated, but it does exist: be cautious of the damage you and your teammates take.

Magneto can spring a magnetic bubble over either himself or an ally. The bubble not only negates any incoming damage and protects allies from Scarlet Witch's Reality Erasure, but once the bubble has popped or faded Magneto will regain some Mag Cannon rings relative to the damage absorbed.

[TEAM-UP ABILITY] Metallic Fusion/Chaos

Recharge Time: 30 seconds

Duration: 10 seconds

Damage Output:

Direct Damage: 100 (About six shots to KO a 600HP enemy)

Edge Damage: N/A

Being his only team-up ability as of writing this post, this father-daughter duo ability allows Magneto to fire at an impressive 100 damage per second as he finally finds use in his otherwise-inadequate greatsword, adding a truly dangerous ability to his typically defensive kit. It's as though every shot taken was a Mag Cannon with a wider hitbox- however this hitbox varies from being vertical or horizontal and thus can be a little unpredictable if you aren't aiming carefully. Is used best at medium-close range, but don't neglect its potential to snipe enemies from across the map.

[ULTIMATE] Meteor M

Duration: 4 Seconds

Magnetic Range:

Lowest to the ground: 30M

Nearest to the skybox: 5M

Damage Output (No Charge):

Edge: 150 (About over half of a 250HP enemy's health bar)

Direct: 300 (About half of a 600HP enemy's health bar)

Damage Threshold Before Explosion: To be calculated, however can be tracked by the counter below the crosshair

Automatically floating into the air, Magneto stays true to his name and acts as a magnet for all incoming projectiles; extracting enemy projectiles to build the power of his metal meteor and granting Magneto the ability to float freely, Magneto's ultimate doubles both as an offensive and defensive ability. You're able to see your magnetic field + blast radius by observing the purple ring on the ground. Remember: you can rise and descend freely so long as your ultimate is up, use this wisely. I affectionately refer to the meteor as "rock", however this ultimate has garnered a reputation for not doing as much as some believe it should. Hopefully this guide helps you in ensuring your meteors make the impact they deserve.

[PASSIVE] Magnetic Descent

Manipulating the magnetic field around him, Magneto decreases his fall speed by 50% when holding the jump button. Nuff said. People have a hard time aiming up in FPS's so if you find yourself with the opportunity to float around a bit (especially using Rocket's jump pack) then by all means terrorize from above as you descend.

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Tips and Strategy

Iron Volley + Mag Cannon Combo

A basic tip, but a valuable one nonetheless. To eliminate an enemy with 250HP- assuming you land all your shots directly- it takes about 3 seconds, four shots. Again, this is assuming you hit all your shots and if the enemy doesn't regenerate any health. Alternatively, utilizing the PRIMARY-SECONDARY-PRIMARY combo allows you to not only stun an opponent with your secondary fire, but it should take nearly half of the time spent then if you only used primary fires, so make sure to use your secondary shots responsibly. Remember that your primary fire has, at max, 25M of utility: afterwards, it won't be able to do much. Fine for picking off low-health enemies while they're fleeing, but don't expect to hit any enemies close to the skybox or far away from you without moving in a little bit first- that's what your secondary fire's for. As Magneto, your targets should be squishy characters like support and DPS. Because of his relatively-slow DPS, Magneto doesn't fair well against other tanks and shouldn't engage in 1v1's if possible (they're not unwinnable, but they could be a great distraction and leave your team vulnerable).

While I'm here, I'm just going to stress to not use your melee. Like. At all. You're much better just using your primary fire. At most you can set it up as Hulk's turning into Bruce if you'd like but that should really be it: your primary fire is much more effective than your sword.

Bubble and Shield Usage

As a tank, you want to act as a wall for your teammates, and this can be done effectively by being more conservative and selfish with your shields: you are the wall. Remember. Draw the enemy's fire towards you by being an irritant. While Magneto is healthy in shields, remember you have natural cover from stage obstacles and structures as well. Magneto can be regarded as a 'poke' tank: a tank who is meant to attack sporadically and in short bursts. He is best played at a medium distance from the enemy front line and to not to be wholly damage focused when he is much more defense focused. 'Poking' the enemy from behind structures is not only a great way to conserve your abilities, but it utilizes Magneto's primary and secondary fires well due to their moderately-slow start up and overall DPS, letting him take cover when need be.

While attacking on the front line, once you notice your health start to dip below half or you feel as though the crowd is about to overwhelm you, raise your Metallic Curtain and step back to give yourself some air. Bubble yourself as a last resort if you still need to back up- be sure to fire your Mag Cannon beforehand so you'll immediately have it replenished if your bubble pops during your escape. It's important to remember Magneto has zero movement abilities and it takes 5 seconds for him to traverse 30M: it doesn't sound too bad, but when there's a large crowd in front of you, you'll wish he could move faster. Don't push too far ahead, and be aware of exits around you.

That being said, be conscious of your teammates. This is a TEAM game after all. We've covered Magneto and Scarlet Witch's team-up ability before and how valuable it is. As a result, you'll need to learn to play well with any Scarlet Witches on your team, and this means having your bubble ready to protect her when she decides to ult (this also means making sure to check the scoreboard occasionally for your teammate's ult charge as well as, again, being ability-conscious of those around you). Only when she's in immediate danger do you bubble her, not before: this ensures the bubble lasts long enough for her to get her ult off (or there's a better chance it'll be executed, anyhow). If you feel as though you won't be able to react fast enough, then you can try to bubble her beforehand; don't stress out about timing the bubble perfectly, just make sure she's protected. In general, bubble your duelists when they're deep in a crowd to give them a chance to escape (but don't stress out about protecting them. After all, there's only so much you can do before you put yourself in danger or use a bubble inappropriately when someone else could have better benefited from it). Besides Wanda, it's naturally best to look after your support units and to make sure they're not being overwhelmed. Don't helicopter them and neglect the rest of the team, but just make sure to check on them every now and then. Ultimately, your bubble priority should be Supports -> Yourself -> Others. After all, your support/s can't help you or the team if they're dead.

Two Tanks Are Better Than One

Magneto has the fortitude to be able to tank by himself comfortably, however the rare days you find yourself partnered up with a second tank, know these are the days you can be more generous with your bubbles and shields to your teammates. Your second tank will help cover with you and should make it easier for you to escape the crowd when need be, so bubble-hogging is less of a necessity. Make sure to help your tank too if they're in a bind and they're out of defenses/movement abilities (but again, not at the detriment of yourself or your supports: once more, Magneto can tank by himself if need be so long as you use your abilities carefully).

Metallic Fusion

It's tempting to want to use Magneto and Scarlet Witch's team-up ability the second you have it, however it's best to save it for crowd control. That being said, once it is active, make the absolute most of it: there's no consequence to holding down the primary fire, so just let loose and go crazy (with reason, of course: don't run in and get yourself killed and don't forget your teammates).

How to Use Meteor M

Someone asked me this midmatch once and I scrambled to come up with an answer. Both because the round was about to start in five seconds but also because I truly didn't know the answer at the time. The longer I've played though, I think I finally have the answer- or a better one besides "spray and pray" at least. As noted before, Meteor M is a fickle ultimate and how you use it is dependent on the situation (many such cases about anything, honestly). At times, you'll want to play higher to the skybox to ensure your meteor doesn't explode immediately. Alternatively, a quick throw of the meteor might do the trick in some situations where it's both safe to build meteor charge close to the ground, and the faster you remove a target/s, the better. This is also dependent on how many projectiles are being thrown out onto the field: if you're in a situation with predominantly melee opponents, it's best to use your meteors to single-out troublesome duelists and supports- there's little chance your meteor's going to exceed 30+ charge in those kinds of matches. Generally, you'll want to use it to counter support ults like Cloak + Dagger and Luna Snow (NOTE: a raw meteor will NOT KO an ulting Luna. You need at least 30+ charge before a direct hit can KO her. Cloak + Dagger can be KO'd from the get-go with a direct hit). Don't be afraid to throw out a meteor if you see a cluster of low health/squishy enemies without any defenses, however. Just remember it's ok to hold onto an ult if it means it gets greater value later on, and that you shouldn't hunt exclusively for team wipes. If you find yourself popping ult and the crowd's dispersed, support units should be your default priority (unless there's a duelist/DPS unit using their ultimate: take them out instead if you can). Initiating Meteor against Punisher's Final Judgement can be tricky if you aren't fast enough, as Frank's ammunition will quickly push your meteor to its limit. If you don't throw your meteor fast enough, you could potentially risk your teammates their lives and waste an ultimate in the process. Use your meteor against Punisher with caution. Similar notes to be said about Star-Lord's Galactic Legend, only now your problem is also throwing at a flying enemy. If he's close enough to your 25M range, I personally would shoot him down with a regular primary/secondary as his DPS isn't nearly as grand as Punisher's and a meteor could be superfluous. Otherwise, focus on getting to cover and protecting your vulnerable teammates. You'll especially want to be wary of enemy tanks and their shields as they'll without a doubt cancel out your ult with ease, more specifically enemy Magneto's and Doctor Stranges. Be cautious that Captain America can deflect your ultimate, though I personally have had minimal trouble with Captains. In general, you should track enemy ability usage, but especially the prior two if you hope to pop your rock soon.

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Closing Thoughts

Ultimately, improving at Marvel Rivals in general comes with time and willingness to acknowledge you're bad at the game sometimes but to not let that stop you from playing who you wanna play, whether you're playing as Magneto or not. While you can do your best to improve your aim in Rivals' practice area, things like game sense are something that can only really be accumulated through experience and playing the game.

Sometimes I watch back old games/moments of mine to figure out where I could've gone wrong to improve next time, but you don't HAVE to do that: just play the game, have fun, and love Magneto.

And throw a rock at every support you see for me okbyethankyouforreading

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Bonus: My Credentials so you can determine if i'm reliable or not. or something.

[PS: every hero Not Mags/Wanda/Adam is purely my brother i swear im loyal]

[sk-yay-sk]

I've gotta say I'm not a huge fan of putting Dragonese into the HTTYD movie franchise. The concept of a full-on dragon language they all share, that can just easily be translated into English, just really doesn't fit imo

I imagine they're a lot more like Orcas

There are universal ways to communicate with strangers of different species, like it's pretty easy to signal things like "i want to fight you" "i want you to leave" "it's dangerous here" "i'm in pain" etc. by just body language and vocalizations- but ways to communicate more complex ideas have to be developed and learned as unique dialects by different groups, especially flocks of dragons consisting of different species.

I imagine a terrible terror flock or a group of Speed Stingers have a lot of an easier time communicating with each other than a Thunderdrum and a whispering death do.

Dragons with their own dialects, cultures, and habits depending on location and group is really cool- I just don't think it should be a direct translation of how humans do these things, such as straight up language or mythologies or such.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Game: In this memory dream, Takumi has a cold.

Me: No he doesn't. Let me fix that...

There, now he has one~ :3c

[pearl-kite]

Finished it! A couple of months ago I started this pattern by @antisocialxconstruct / @craftsbyrom and I just finished up the last squares today. After the last cross stitch, this was pleasantly straightforward and very relaxing busy-work for my hands. The pattern is available digitally in it's Kofi shop for a minimum of a dollar (I've also bought that glitchy dog skull that I'll get around to eventually 👀).

Some technicalities etc below:

One tweak I made was at the very end I decided to try a tiny bit of backstitch to make the letters stand out, and for the most part I like the addition, but I'm still debating. The way it turned out on the Y has me tilting my head back and forth.

Here's the completed one before the backstitching:

I went with 3 strands instead of 4 like it did for the sample, but I think the coverage was still pretty good. Definitely needed at least the 3 for the dark areas to stay completely dark.

With 3 strands, most colors were okay with just 1 skein of DMC thread, but I did need to run to the shop to grab a few: - DMC 3814 - Aquamarine (I had less than a square inch left when I needed to get more ;3;) - DMC 02 - Tin - DMC 797 - Royal Blue

If I had done 4 stands I would have also needed a second DMC 939 for the very dark blue, because I have just about a foot left on my spool.

I'm debating what to do with it. The last one became a pillow, but this one is juuust a bit small to be a useful pillow. I might just do it anyway, sampler throw pillows aren't that weird after all, but I might also try to kind of rig a sort of frame and stretch it like a canvas? It could be nice up on the wall that way.

[ruvviks]

to celebrate nearly three years of posting about these bozos, have the clown brigade in all their glory (please for the love of god click for better quality)! bios are in order of the individual pictures! vincent "v" mayer [he/him] >> the living legend of the afterlife. a resourceful and skilled merc working for vitali dobrynin and many other fixers in night city vitali dobrynin [he/him] >> a high profile fixer from wellsprings, and v's partner. offers high risk / high reward gigs and is well known for joining his mercs on the job cato wu [she/her] >> one of kang tao's most wanted. becomes head of security for vitali after mikhail koshechkin steps down from the role shiro nakano [he/him] >> ex arasaka security turned assassin and security expert. handles vitali's most dangerous assassination gigs huxley byrne [she/they] >> skilled gunner and (getaway) driver. used to run with the moxes before becoming one of vitali's most trusted eddie wolfe [he/they] >> ex bouncer turned mercenary. handles most bodyguard-type gigs at vitali's office and provides on-site security lauren dimas [she/her] >> a skilled netrunner and techie from t-bug's circle. has known vitali since college and handles all of his office's cybersecurity mikhail koshechkin [he/him] >> vitali's ex head of security and main medic at his office. regularly tags along on gigs when no one else is available thibault lajoie [he/they/xe] >> ex doll turned mercenary. specializes in stealth operations and provides on-site security with eddie wolfe

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