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mysaintkitten · 7 months

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Face riding Martin from retreat please

omg i’m so glad someone asked ..

Ride It | Martin x fem!reader

prompt: martin desperately wants you to ride his face (NSFW!! NO MINORS!!)

WARNINGS: oral (f receiving), premature coming (lol ??)

word count: 1.3k

“come on! pleaaaaase!” martin begs, “we came to this island to spend time together alone! and now that we’re here, your deeply devoted husband wants you to sit on his face. is that too much to ask?”

you shuffle through your mental list of pros and cons, “what if i suffocate you? or hurt you? you have asthma, martin!”

“i will die a happy man.” he responds unfazed

you giggle and sigh, “okay, okay, maybe. let’s talk about it later.”

he grins widely before giving you a quick peck on the cheek, “that’s what i like to hear.”

as the day goes by the topic goes seemingly unmentioned, but martin didn’t forget. the glimpse of approval you gave him had his mind fixated on it for the entirety of the day. it didn’t help that you were the only person around as well, whenever he saw you all he could think about was you sitting on his face. using him to get off. he wouldn’t consider himself submissive, but when it came to your pleasure he’d get on his hands and knees for you.

the hours passed and you and martin did regular, couple-like things. cooking together, cleaning up together, eating together, taking a shower together, the shower wasn’t even sexual. it was intimate, but sweet. you cleaned his hair, and he washed your body, and you enjoyed each others presence.

the evening progressed and eventually you ended up in bed together. he kisses along your neck and jaw, smiling against your skin as you giggle softly.

“so ..” he hums into your neck, “about that offer .. can i get an answer?”

you groan, “martin, i’m not sure.”

he whines, “please baby,” he slides his hand down between your legs and begins to rub you through your panties, “i want to, so bad ..”

you moan at his actions and his desperation, knowing how badly he wanted to please you gave you immense amounts of confidence.

he pulls his head out from your neck while slipping his hand into your panties to rub you directly, “please?” he whispers

“o-oh-“ you gasp quietly, finding it harder and harder to deny him, “okay, fine, i’ll do it.”

he grins from ear to ear as he pulls himself away and takes his hand out of your panties, laying his body flat beside you. you slip off your panties and begin to straddle his chest.

“wait, take this off first.” he asks while grabbing your shirt. you hesitantly comply, feeling a bit awkward being fully naked while he’s still completely clothed.

you toss your shirt to the side and scoot yourself forward until your knees are on either side of his head and your hands are on the headboard.

you look at him from below you, you can’t see his mouth but you can tell he’s still smiling. he runs his hands along the outer sides of your thighs while placing small kisses on your inner thighs.

“now, lower yourself down ..” he whispers as he sneaks his hands up to your hips, gripping them as he pulls you down so your pussy connects with his mouth. you slowly sink yourself down while reminding yourself to not rest your full weight on him, the last thing you want to do is hurt him.

he groans against you as your pussy meets his tongue, he wastes no time and begins to suck your clit, your knees almost give out.

“a-ah, martin ..” you moan, the sensitivity of your clit making you involuntary jolt up away from his tongue slightly, he mumbles some sound of disapproval before pulling you back down onto his mouth, this time deeper with more pressure. you’re not hovering above his face anymore, you’re full on sitting.

you allow yourself to give in, martin clearly wants it like this, worst case scenario he could smack your thigh if he needed air.

he continues to lap you up, shifting his face around so he can tongue your hole while teasing your clit with his nose, you whimper loudly at the sensation. he’s given you head before, obviously, but never like this.

as he sticks his tongue out flatly, he moves your hips forward and back, guiding you riding his face.

you start to pick up on his not so subtle hints and laugh breathily, “you want me to ride your face?”

you glance down at the man beneath you, he looks euphoric, half-lidded and dazed with blown out pupils, he nods lazily. he’s so incredibly hard his mind has gone completely blank, all he wants is to be a warm mouth and stiff cock for you to use and abuse until you’re happy.

you roll your hips without his guidance, moaning louder as he continues to move his tongue with you, suckling and licking your most sensitive areas. he creeps his up from your hips to your tits, gripping the pillowy flesh.

you remove your hands from the headboard and place them on his thighs to help ride his face better. you watch him, glossy eyes and red cheeks, with his hands now grabbing your tits as you rut your cunt against his face. every now and then you get a small glimpse into the bottom half of his face, which is slick with your arousal and his spit.

you can feel yourself becoming more wet, martin notices, he whines against you while gripping one of your tits a bit more harshly before sliding a hand down to your ass, kneading it roughly.

from behind you, you snake your hand between his legs, where through his pants you can feel his hard length. you hum as you begin to palm him, feeling a small damp patch where his tip is.

you chuckle, “you wanted this really bad, didn’t you?”

he whines against your cunt and nods, shifting his head around to try and lick you in the most pleasurable way.

“m-mar-ah!” you gasp as you feel your orgasm approaching, “marti-n, ‘m close.”

he moans and smacks your ass, sucking on your clit again while you grind against his face. your thighs twitch around his head, they’re becoming more unstable the closer you get.

he licks around your hole, swallowing your arousal as it spills out. he could drink you up, live off you, if given the chance. he hums against you before bringing his tongue and lips back up to your clit, the vibrations becoming all too much.

your hips jerk and your legs shake, you’re so close to coming it’s almost unbearable.

“yes, yes!” you gasp, “right there, i’m c-coming!”

he just moans against you again, continuing his repetitive licks and sucks as your orgasm finally hits.

your body spasms and your moan nearly sounds like a shout. as you’re coming, your legs give out, putting your full weight on his face. martin makes no attempt to lift you off, he just groans against you and continues to use his tongue on you.

it quickly becomes too overstimulating and you shakily lift yourself off his face while whimpering and drop your body beside him.

martin huffs. his lips pink, puffy, and slick, his pupils still dilated. he laughs weakly before swallowing, “thank you.”, as he places his hand onto your thigh and rubs it soothingly. you kiss him on the cheek and hum, “i should be thanking you ..”

you run your hand along his torso and palm him again through his pants, he winces quietly and shifts away.

“what?” you ask, clearly confused, “don’t you want me to return the favour?”

“uh .. you won’t have to worry about that ..” he mumbles, beneath your hand you feel the damp spot has gotten clearly wetter since the last time you touched him.

“did .. did you come in your pants?” you whisper, nearly laughing at him

he rolls his eyes and teases, “i couldn’t help it. you tasted too nice.”

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i’m recovering from a severe hangover hope y’all are doing good !! hahah

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #martin from retreat #lol #hope y’all like this #:)#request

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years

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fluff alphabet

( dallas winston )

-> navi. | -> outsiders masterlist

-warnings: sexual references, (mention of) smoking/getting high

-pairing: dallas winston x gn!reader

-reading time: 8-10 minutes ish

-reader's pronouns: unmentioned (lmk if i need to edit)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

honestly he loves your temper. he loves your possessiveness. dallas loves your fighting spirit. dallas fucking winston admires your anger

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

he loves your pretty lips. he loves to watch them wrap around a cigarette, blunt, and maybe something else...

dallas is a sucker for watching you argue with someone. he loves that you'll argue for him when he's not there, how you'll defend him even when he has all of his morals fucked up, and he especially likes it when you argue with him

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

damn ok so i love the idea that dally always lets you snuggle into his arm while he does whatever. if its smoking, drinking, laughing, talking

either way, dally loves when you're asleep and you're both on someone's couch or whatever and you have your arm draped over him and your leg is thrown over his idfk. dallas just loves you & him

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

him + you + cruising on some back road + getting high

dally has a thing for falling asleep with you while looking at the stars in his car

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

by looking at you and hoping you know whatever the fuck is going on by his facial expression

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

no. i really dont think our very own dallas winston has it in him to sit still for very long. that and dally isn't really a fan of kids

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

dallas showers you in cigarettes, joints, and car rides. dally doesn't have much money, and when he does, he spends that on buying gas for his car, but he saves up for your birthday

for the record, you're the only one allowed to drive his car

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

anytime you're together. dally isnt afraid to show you off if thats a worry of yours, and the gang finds it digestingly cute

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

absolutely pissed. he would go bat shit crazy on the person that hurt you (if someone hurt you) and would be listening to your every beck and call

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

dally isn't much of a prankster, but he jokes a lot. if he can't get a laugh out of you, he'll make daces at you to get you to smile (its so sweet thinking about it)

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

passionately, roughly, and full of emotion. theres so much that you've gone through with dally that he cant and wont fully express what that means ro him, so he makes his kisses meaningful

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

by looking out for you when possible. dally isnt as affectionate as he wished he could be, but will always try to be there for you, whether hes good at comforting you or cheering you on or not

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

either when you made out the first time or the first time he fell asleep

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

regarding you: turning your back on him

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

dallas plays with your fingers when hes nervous. only you know because you can feel how clammy his hands are and who would ever question if dallas winston ever got got nervous?

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

doll, baby, my girl, my boy

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

cruising while smoking with you

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

-young by vacations

-tonight you belong to me by patience & prudence

-garden by pearl jam

-santa monica by THEORY

(idk abt this but whatever)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

honestly depends on the situmatation

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

it took dally two years to convince you his flirtations and advances weren't bogus

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Dallas himself has Red Rage. dallas gets defiant and sometimes loud and 18392829 times more reckless, and it takes you a while to get through to him

when you're upset (crying), he will be there to comfort you the best he can. if you're upset (fury), then darry will try to keep you from doing something illegal and will keep you from getting hurt, but will let you do something impulsive if you're absolutely sure thats what you wanna do

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

he's proud that he finally 'caught a good one' in johnny's words. he'll take you everywhere and anywhere you wanna go, especially if its with him. if it's a fight, dally will make sure you're safe and if the fuzz pull up, he'll make sure you escape before people get thrown into cars and into the cooler

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

the thought of you fighting is hot as hell to dally. he'll 100% fight with/for you if you just said the word. fighting with dally would definitely taking a few hits for him and keeping him on his feet

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

depends on how far into the relationship you are. dally's pretty clueless for a while, but will easily pick up on what makes you tick and how to comfort you

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

by asking you when high or half asleep or both. it'd be asked as an idea, with or without your parents permission

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

smoking, driving, you, and johnny.

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childeproof · 23 days

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going through my f/o list & breaking up with a lot of them ( usually unmentioned ones ) is lowkey cathartic

#childeproof #saying goodbye to all the relationships that were rlly just talking stages in disguise #selfship #self ship #el oh el

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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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asimpletroll · 3 years

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(A) (M) Chisaki Kai X (O) (F) Reader

You?

You were the Omega who had been stinking up his base for the last month?

YOU?

"-so sorry, so so sorry, I didn't see you, I was looking for Eri, Rappa startled her again, I swear I didn't mean to bump you-" You babble at Chisaki, close to your heat and scared of every Alpha in the base at the moment. You don't realize how his eyes have zeroed in on you, you're too busy cowering against the wall, trying to apologize and make sure he doesn't hit you, or worse.

"Be quiet." You immediately shut up, your throat feeling constricted even though he didn't use his Alpha tone or his Quirk on you, you look at him with watering (e/c) orbs as he strides over, taking off his coat slowly. "Your slick is dripping. I'll have someone else look for Eri, you need to get to your nest."

"...I...I live in the barracks, I-I can't-"

"Then come with me." He wraps an arm around you with care he never uses, making sure to keep his coat (you're so small it drops nearly to your knees, and Chisaki is swooning on the inside at how cute you look) between the two of you and wrapped securely around you so that no one else sees your current...predicament.

Chisaki notices your fear increasing, almost every step towards his private wing making you pump out more and more fear in your scent.

Normally, he can't even smell you, which is mildly disappointing to him because you smell citrus-y and a little sweet, but it was always very subtle and clean.

Now, all he could smell was your fear, and the urge to hole you away from everyone and everything was making him very twitchy as he opens the door to his wing.

You instinctively pause upon the threshold, your Omega screaming that this means this Alpha likes you, that it was time to Mate. Chisaki waits for you patiently, knowing the battle you're fighting and being fascinated by the micro-expressions racing through you. Your pupils twitch slightly in every which way, your ears perk and shift a little with noises, and your nose wrinkles a little (like the bunny he had as a child would) as you get particularly stressed.

"I cannot find you someplace comfortable if we loiter for much longer." He finally speaks up and tells you, you flinch a little, but follow his unmentioned command of 'hurry up' and almost bump into him again as he closes the door.

As soon as it shuts, lights flick on, and this time he gently wraps an arm around your waist as you spook. He gently lets you recover from your heart attack adjust to his touch, then guides you past several rooms that reek of other Alphas to you, and the locks on the door along with how reinforced they are tell you all you need to know about what might be in those rooms.

"I am unfamiliar with creating a space for a Heat, but I understand you require lots of blankets and soft things?" Chisaki asks you lowly, he spots the tiny hairs on the back of your neck rising, and your own scent smells sweeter, even with the fear overlaying it.

"Yes." You whisper, and try to hide (due to his lack of comment, you guess you hide it) the fact that you get mildly horny at just his voice.

Chisaki is amused by this, mostly by the fact that your entire face had turned red and was a very clear indicator of your dilemma to him.

"Why are you so afraid, Omega?" He asks you conversationally, as if he had by total and complete accident of course not dropped his voice several octaves just fool with you. You repress a shiver, and he grins under his mask, a very feral and smug grin, as he gently inhales your sweetened scent a bit more.

"M-My parents...they didn't...didn't want an Omega...didn't want me...so they would destroy my nests...even before I was revealed to be Quirkless..." You murmur quietly, timidly almost, to him, and he feels himself harden at how perfect you were for him.

"Why would they do that? Children smaller than four years old require softness or they are in danger of chewing something into pieces or eating it whole." Chisaki keeps his voice low, loving how you try and repress another shiver, and your pheromones almost choke him as he tries to gently sniff them again.

If you two didn't find an appropriate area soon, he may simply take you to his den, which would be twice as dangerous for the both of you.

"I...I don't know...it was...mildly better...after my little brother was born. He was a boy, an Alpha too, and he had a Quirk." You tell him, trying to make your clenching pelvic muscles stop their ridiculousness. Chisaki is too busy rolling his eyes to notice that you're starting to hold on to his coat a little tighter to try and hide the fact that your pants are officially soaked through.

"Oh...they're those types of people..." Chisaki says, his voice the lowest yet in barely-withheld rage, and a pitched whine escapes you before you wrap a hand around the base of your throat. Chisaki almost walks into a wall in surprise, you immediately sidestep as he steadies himself.

"I'm sorry-" You immediately return to the babbling mess you were in the hall, trying to appease him when even you can tell he isn't angry, in fact, if the crinkles by his eyes are any indicator, he's smiling under his mask.

But you're scared. And horny. So you run your mouth without thinking, apologizing frantically before he gently wraps his arm around your waist, he gently tugs you close to him, you keep your eyes averted and lowered to the floor, but he removes his face mask entirely in order to kiss your forehead gently.

You clench the hand around your throat tighter as he re-places his mask back on his face, he then runs a hand through your short hair tenderly. You look up at him from under your eyebrows, your lashes dark and long and thick as they frame your gorgeous (e/c) orbs.

"You simply startled me, there is no reason to apologize." He rumbles to you, his voice much lower now as his Alpha starts to really push for some attention. He watches with amusement and arousal as you clench your legs together, the slick now dripping low enough for him to see it, even with his jacket around you. "But may I ask you something?"

"Y-Yes, sir." You squeak, Chisaki goes from hard to full-blown, raging erection, you can barely hear him inhale, a very subtle noise that doesn't quite click in your mind until he presses the two of you together.

"...have you ever had an Alpha before?" He purrs, your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head and all the fear leaves you immediately as you melt into him. "I'm guessing not."

"N-None o-of them-" You squeak slightly in indignation as Chisaki plucks you up from the floor like a ragdoll, gathering you into his chest and not minding your wet and sticky slick soaking into his chest. "-None of them ever w-wanted a Q-Quirkless Omega."

Chisaki is immediately disappointed, not in you or anything about you, but at the rest of society for letting such a sweet and pure thing sink so low as him.

"They were fools then, and did not deserve you." Chisaki turns down a hall, and it's getting very hard for you to not nuzzle him. His musky, beautiful scent was everything you've ever liked, blended together in such a complex way you couldn't describe all of the unique notes and subtle tones of it. Chisaki notices you eyeing his neck and gently presses your face into it, you let out a startled, but pleasantly so, squeak, and he purrs for real this time at the adorable noise.

Your slick surges and you let out a much higher-pitched purr, leaning in against him as he opens a door quietly, the hall light flicks off and leaves you in darkness before Chisaki gently closes the door with his heel. You've buried your face in his neck, blinding yourself to the fact that Chisaki has brought you to his room, his den and haven.

At least, until his no-longer-gloved hands sneak their way under his jacket, undoing a single button on your shirt to lay themselves on your bare waist. You gasp softly in surprise, moving your face from his neck just enough to give him a startled look.

He nuzzles you, closing his eyes and leaning his back against the door as he openly relaxes, holding you close while gently fondling your slightly-chubby-but-not-noticeably waist.

"C-Chisaki?" You squeak, one of his hands immediately rolls your shirt up and off of you, you squeak again in surprise, but he tossing your shirt and his coat haphazardly onto the floor. You immediately cover your breasts, your face once again blushing strongly, and he quickly does away with his masks as well, hanging them on a hook by the door as he gently turns your face to his by tenderly grasping your chin.

"I want you, Omega. I want you, (Y/N)." He rumbles, striding forward as you turn into a flustered, slicking, horny mess in his arms. His voice is like pure sex but only the deep, tasteful, romantic parts of it.

You mewl a little as he gently places you on his bed, but he rests his arms by your head and kisses you deeply, swallowing anymore noise with tenderness and care. You forget about your embarrassment as he gently move his lips against yours, his cock straining against his pants and pressing up against your legs a bit as he leans over you.

"Do you want me also?" Chisaki murmurs to you once the two of you run out of air to suck from each other's lungs, you immediately wrap yourself around him tightly. "Do you want me like I want you, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Chisaki, yes I want you-" You don't get another words out as he kisses you again, his hands easily finding and undoing your bra before starting on the buttons of his shirt. Once you run out of air, he starts kissing the underside of your jaw as you pant quietly, he has to pause (his frustration visible) in order to pull his shirt off. You immediately touch the intricate, but traditional tattoos on his arms, pecs, and (you're willing to bet) his back. "You're so pretty, Chisaki."

"So are you, (Y/N), you just don't have art to paw at." He purrs as he descends on you again, you happily undo his tie for him as he kisses you, and the fact that you fumble with it from the distraction of kissing is adorable to him, and he can feel a small wet patch grow do to his leaking precum. You two pause again, and he attacks your throat and neck with powerful sucks and languid swipes of his tongue as you grind your clothed sex against his.

You gasp quietly when he whips your bra across the room, but he gently fondles one breast and you turn into a melty mess again. He chuckles, happily going back to his network of hickies trailing down your throat and across your shoulder. You happily tangle your hands in his hair, pressing him against you further with soft mewls of encouragement.

"A-Alpha, stop teasing!" You finally reach your breaking point, Chisaki almost rips your dress slacks in his immediately eagerness to get them off of you, you giggle a little and he blushes, burying his face in your neck before you tempt him out with kisses to his cheekbone and nose and the tip of his ear.

Then he actually rips them, his face morphing into one of shock and embarrassment as you giggle loudly and nuzzle him. He mumbles a hasty apology before eagerly pulling them off you, taking your panties with and tossing the mess by the foot of the bed before crawling up your body and trailing lazy kisses up from your bellybutton.

"Why are your pants still on?" You tease, kissing his nose before he can reply, he nips your bottom lip playfully, stilling feeling you up as you squirm gently.

"So impatient, (Y/N)." He teases right back, gently tugging on one of your nipples, you steal another kiss from him as he other hand (that is not forming a bruise on your nipple, not at all, no siree) trails down and teasingly circles your puffy little clit. You gasp in surprise, and Chisaki happily presses forward and slips his tongue and one finger into you at the same time. You melt into a happy, horny, submissive puddle under him, causing him to let out a deep and rumbling purr as he explores your mouth with fervent heat and dominance.

He gently explores your opening too, feeling you flutter around that single digit and getting painfully hard in his pants as he stretches you around a second finger. Your slick makes it easier, but it's still painfully obvious that you are still new at this. (So is Chisaki, but he's hoping you're too horny and heat-addled to realize this.)

You eagerly spread your legs a little, beyond ready for this part as your fingers once again find their way into Chisaki's well-kept hair and tangling it. You moan as his two fingers start to gently stretch you, you can feel Chisaki smile into the kiss a little before it goes from 'romantic exploring' into a creature of teeth and tongue and lots of purring from you both.

Unfortunately, Chisaki knows that you still need prepping, and as much as he enjoys the savage kiss, he separates to let you breathe and whimper and mewl as he continues to stretch you. (Both of you think this is taking a while, but this hasn't even been ten minutes since your butt hit his mattress.)

You surprise him when you nip his ear, but he happily turns your head and sucks on the tender skin underneath one of yours, returning you to the panting, mewling puddle. Your slick has surged so many times, his entire hand is covered up to his wrist, and he hasn't even gotten knuckle-deep yet.

"Such a messy Omega, (Y/N), look at what your naughty cunt has done to my hand." Chisaki purrs absolute filth into your ear, and your eyes roll slightly as you let out a porn star-worthy moan, his hips grind up against you exposed inner thigh roughly as he lets out a possessive growl. "Tell me, my messy Omega, who's making you so wet?"

"You, Chisaki, you are, Alpha!" You mewl, he slips a third finger in, starting to actually move deeper into you as you moan again, he happily continues to dirty-talk in your ear, telling you that this would have happened a lot sooner if you had told him that you were an Omega, he would have gladly bent his little nanny over his desk anytime. Or maybe he should've made you Present yourself to him, without any pesky suppressants to quell your scent, then he would've seen what a messy little cunt that hide itself in such a clean, proper suit would've been capable of.

Or maybe he should open the door, let the entire base hear you get railed.

You dissolve under him, not realizing that he's dissolving right with you, pulling his head closer to you as he finally extracts his fingers and simply Overhauls the rest of his clothes off. (Speaking of, where are your shoes? You swore you had them on in the hall, but your feet are bare now.)

"(Y/N), this may sting." Chisaki whispers into your ear, his head nudging your entrance gently, you tuck your face into his neck tightly, but you aren't afraid, simply nervous.

It does sting, but only enough to make you gasp a little, and that gasp is mostly from shock at Chisaki's sheer size. His girth and length were both big, and while he knows you've never had an Alpha before, this still made his already huge ego blimp.

"Chisaki, Alpha, you're huge." You pant into his neck, he struggles to fit himself into you, and you can feel the veins throbbing against your walls as he slowly sinks in, inch by inch, and you mewl once he reaches your G-spot. You pant against his skin as he slowly bottoms out in you, you can feel him twitching inside of you, but you were seeing stars anyway. "A-Alpha-"

"Sh, (Y/N), you need to adjust, Omega." He purrs into your ear, but his cock twitches strongly inside you at the thought of wrecking you severely, to where no man or Alpha could ever satisfy you again. "You're like a vice, Omega, you're squeezing me so tightly. What will happen when I blow my knot, hm? You're so small, I could break you in half with it."

You let out a sinful noise that Chisaki can barely recognize as an orgasm as you sink your teeth into his neck a little. You wrap your legs around his slim waist, anchoring him to you as your walls try to milk him through your orgasm.

"I can't wait for that sound to be my name, to hear you scream so hard the walls rattle-" This kick-starts his dirty-talk again as you slowly calm down, occasionally he shifts his hips, stimulating you just enough for you to know he's teasing you again. You actually clamp down on him and he buries his face in your shoulder with a groan that could make millions, and he slowly grinds against you.

"Naughty Omega, you naughty, naughty Omega." He rumbles from your shoulder, you pant happily in his ear, every deep, slow roll of his hip making you see stars all over again. "I should punish you for that, you naughty thing."

"Then punish me." You pant in his ear, the lick up the shell of it as he groans again, pushing a little harder against you this roll, "Punish me Alpha, make me regret teasing you."

Chisaki rumbles, he drags his hips out, and you expect another languid roll that hits all the right places, but he slams into you like a bullet-train instead.

You try to gasp in surprise, but he smirks against you skin, and that is the only warning you have before he starts pistoning his hips into yours at barely-human speeds.

"Gladly, Omega."

You open your eyes, sprawled out across Ch-Kai's chest, your face nuzzled under his chin softly as he continues to sleep while fully sheathed in you. You blink slowly and lazily a few times, trying to remember what day it is, and yawn quietly as you ponder. Kai shifts under you slightly as he stirs, you gently press your face back into the comfortable position you two had.

"How long have you been awake, (Y/N)?" He purrs at you, gently nuzzling you back as you yawn quietly against his throat. "Not long, sleepy-head?"

"Of course not, or I would've brought food." You sit up a little, your fresh Mating Mark stinging slightly as part of the coverlet falls off that shoulder. Kai gently licks it, you hum and kiss the side of his face gently. "If my math is right, today is Kurono's turn to make breakfast, he usually does something simple, like Omurice."

"Yes, but breakfast requires getting out of bed." Kai mutters, gently pulling you back down on his chest, you muffle a laugh at him as he settles his chin on the top of your head. "What? Eri was right when she called you the perfect cuddle-partner, as it turns out."

#soft #chisaki kai #kai chisaki #bnha villains #overhaul #bnha smut #mha smut #villain smut #overhaul smut #omegaverse #bnha omegaverse #a/b/o

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shotorozu · 3 years

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quarantined

character(s) : the main three; todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral!reader, quirk’s left unmentioned.

headcanon type : fluff, sort of crack-ish?? [quarantine au]

note(s) : this is what i think the main threw would react iif you had to quarantine yourself for 14 days. let’s just say you got tested for ms rona— and it came back negative! but you’re still social distancing for extra measures

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todoroki shouto

so.. you’re getting tested for the ‘rona™️

because apparently, your friend contracted the virus— and your temperature’s a little higher than usual

but you wanted to get tested for safety measures.

and todoroki’s just chilling outside of the office, waiting patiently for his s/o to come out

then suddenly.. the doctor comes out of the office— telling him that you need to be quarantined for 14 days, essentially 2 weeks.

todoroki’s like “🧍f-fourteen.. days.? do they have the virus?”

but the doctor’s like “oh no, their temperature was just higher than usual. but they’re getting quarantined for 14 days just for safety measures.”

in short, you don’t have it.

todoroki sighs in relief.. but it’s not long before the panic comes back.

he can’t talk to, or see his s/o for 2 weeks.

shouto’s already miserable. poor shouto

he’s really pouty, that he can’t see his s/o for a while.

it may not look like he’s suffering— but everyone can see that he is

by the way he’s checking the clock every 2 minutes, and he’s a lot silent than usual.

you know by the time he’s available of any work, he’s dropping everything and contacting you.

you guys face time each other for 2 hours

during these calls, he wants to see your face— and y’all will most likely fall asleep with the call still running

at some point, he broke the rules and dropped food at your dorm (and you scolded him for that)

but!! his mood suddenly improves when you finally get speak to him

so you’re not really mad at him for coming to your room

he just wants to know how your day went, and if you ate anything or drank any water already.

it’s only one week in, and he’s missing you so much

“love, why do we have to do this?” he complains to you, and you can only give him a reassuring smile

“because the doctor says so, if i had the virus— i wouldn’t want to spread it to you.” you sigh, seeing him pout.

there’s really no arguing here

at the end of the 14th day, he’s already at your door— and when you open it, he’s pulling you into his arms; whispering how much he missed you.

bakugou katsuki

you guys were out grocery shopping, with masks and everything (as y’all should.)

and this old kaREN, that was standing behind you, not wearing a mask at all— coughed on you

bakugou goes off on this karen, yelling at their stupid ass for not wearing a mask or social distancing

afterwards, he will bother you to get tested— just for safety measures.

he’s waiting not so patiently for the results of the test

and boy, is he not pleased when he finds out you need to be quarantined for 14 days DESPITE not having the virus

like.. tf??

but after a while, he accepts the news— and that’s how it all began

like.. bakugou’s acting like he’s totally unbothered, almost as if you weren’t an issue to him

but deep down, he’s boiling with frustration, and the need to hold you only grew

bakugou kinda scares everyone off because of the way he’s acting

smh. why did his neediness only pop out when you had to be away from him for 14 days?

compared to todoroki, he won’t actually go to your room— but he’ll put his home made food outside of your room 🤍

and he’ll probably make your favorite food, but make it a lot healthier.

facetimes you so he can see your face— to check your wellbeing himself.

and at the end of those 14 days, he’ll blast himself to your room—

pulling you in his lap as he peppers kisses all across your face (let him be)

midoriya izuku

in this situation— someone from the hero course contracted the virus

so a handful of people had to get tested for the virus for the safety of the entire student body

you just so happened to be one of those people that came in contact with that person

midoriya’s worried sick now

like.. uh oh. what if my s/o has the virus?? what if they get deathly ill and di— no. no negative thoughts, izuku.

he’s waiting outside, and he’s pacing back and forth just waiting for you.

and he’s relieved to hear that you don’t actually have it. but,

you have to be self quarantined for 14 days

izuku’s just stuck in place, like he’s.. not gonna see Y/N for 14 days?

that sounds so miserable

he’ll be so pouty, looking at you from several feet away— and he just wants to run up to you and give you a hug.

but he knows he can’t :(

all might advised him that it’s probably for the best— and on the brighter side, 14 days could go by like a breeze

it honestly felt like a month

he still focuses on his training, but he practically thinks about you every hour, as he holds back the urge to visit you.

“what’s Y/N doing right now?”

“i wonder if they ate dinner already..”

“should i call them? oh.. what if they’re sleeping??”

izuku’s just a concerned boyfriend for his Y/N

calls with izuku last for hours upon hours, sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night— only to have the call still running.

izuku goes to his mom for some cooking advice definitely. asking inko for some cooking recipes to make for you 🤍

he’s definitely the type to slide notes under your door for you to see

he also places sticky notes on your door, and on the food’s containers— with cute lil animals drawn on the side.

at the end of those 2 weeks, izuku’s running towards you— scooping you up in his arms as he tells you how much he missed you i love izuku omg

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading! (i kinda changed the format a little bit, i hope it looks okay)

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

do not plagiarize my work :))

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kob131 · 2 years

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3vYbF3_TAk

I tried watching JelloApocolaypse’s video on RWBY again.

... Yeah, just as bad as before.

A. The conflict with the Grimm is not the plot of the story. It’s just the backstory.

B. “Haha look! RWBY added in something at the last minute! Ain;t that stupid?” *looks behind him to see Dragon Ball posters*.

C. “Haha Naruto reference!” Because eye powers are unique to Naruto and this isn’t an overdone cliche.

D. “Hur dur, Weiss hate Ruby!” No she doesn’t. That stopped being a thing by the end of Volume 1.

E. “Weiss loses every fight!” Except for the White Trailer...and V1 E8...and V1 E10...and V2 E4...and V2 E12...and V3 E1...and V3 E11.

F. “BLAKE BLAND!” So is your humor.

G. “FANAUS INCONSISTENT!” And yet you call yourself an animator...

H. “THEY NO EXPLORE SIDE CHARACTERS” *Shows Emerald, Sun and Velvet*

I. “SHOW NO ABOUT CHARACTERS, FIGHTS!’ Yes the fights that even in the early Volumes were used to punctuate character arcs and conflicts...which means it is about the characters.

J. “BUTTMETAL!” ... RWBY uses Rock.

K. “ANIMATION BAD!” Congrats, you said literally the most generic compliant about RWBY ever.

L. “PYRRHA MARKED FOR DEATH!” ... You didn’t even mention her namesake being the origin of the term “Pyrrhic Victory”.

M. “ADAM THE WORST!” ... ... ... That’s it. You didn’t even make a joke about him being a bull Fanaus, you just treated him like a dog.

N. “DUST NOT MAGIC?!” Wow, you’d just die if someone tried explaining the Nasuverse to you huh?

O. “WRITERS FORGOT STOLEN DUST?!” What do you think the bombs had in them to explode? The unmentioned gunpowder?

P. “MAGIC EXIST BUT IT INCONSISTENT!” Since when have we seen people casually throw firebombs everywhere?

Q. “THEY FORGOT!” Yes, your ghostwriters did forget.

R. “WOR HOMEWORK” Wow, don’t let this guy near Tolkien or else his brain will break.

S. “RWBY CHIBI BETTTER!” If by better you shallow and less consistent. To translate this- imagine if someone argued that the first Summer Event used Arturia better than the mainline game in FGO.

T. “PLOT SLOW” So is Berserk’s. Wanna try swinging at that?

U. “MOMMY SALAMI!” This is literally a little kid’s joke.

V. “4 and 5 BAD!” ... Wouldn’t that make it more attractive to smack talk then? If they’re so much worse then why is this 60% Volumes 1-3 and 40% Vague? ... It’s because the bitching becomes inconsistent and impossible to generalize after Volume 3 so you can’t just make generic jokes to pander, isn’t it?

W. “OZPIN MORALLY GREY BUT HE NO DO GREY STUFF!” *sees this is made after Volume 6* Ah huh. Sure. Whatever. I can buy that.

X. “FUNNY MAN SAY BIRD!” Your humor is more shallow than Chibi’s.

Y. “THEY NO ADVANCE PLOT!” I love that this is shoved in with a ‘Wasted potential’ joke because if they picked up the pace, that means less time for that ‘potential’ of yours.

Z. “BUMBLEBY NOT BUILT UP!”

Me: *remembers the backlash of this part* Ha! The only laugh of the whole video and it was at his misery.

Why is this just not funny? Because comedy is all about sudden subversion. Laughter is a gut reaction to sudden changes to indicate that everything’s fine. It’s why insane laughter is so dissonant. And all Jello says is the same shit you’ve heard before. There is no subversion despite pretending there is. You will see every joke coming and thus you’ll just be bored.

But hey, at least he fucked up mocking a flawed show. It’s not like he completely missed the point of a truly great series. Nope, not once.

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mol4sses · 7 years

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#HECK OFF #also let it be said the i like u i love u Video makes me Angry Beyond reason for specific unmentioned reasons but the song is still a bop #i heckin love it heck o f f f f f f f

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bloody-oath · 4 years

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Saw Trap (1) - Key to Her Heart

This is the first edition to an original series I wouldn’t mind sharing if anybody is interested. :)

Victim

A husband who consistently cheats on his long-time wife by having short-lived, though plentiful, affairs with distant women. The man tries to keep his secret lifestyle hidden from his wife, however, doesn’t always perceive a believable love due to often failing to show his partner respect nor sustain devoting his attention to her. He is losing interest in the marriage but remains put for the selfish materialistic and financial gain. (The wife is unaware of his promiscuous habits.)

Concept

The player, otherwise known as the victim, is drugged, stripped bare and inserted into the trap whilst unconscious.

⋆ A suspended, toughened (tempered) glass, combined with metal components, rectangular prism as a watery tomb; designed similar to a shower box. It is lifted in the air by 2 metres off the ground. ⋆ Proportioned to the player’s height and body circumference. The player is able to squat, extend their elbows outwards and rotate their position by 360°. ⋆ The bottom panel of the chamber is a locked escape hatch; it can be unlocked from inside the tank. This is what the player is standing on throughout the game. ⋆ Engraved on the padlock is the month and year of the player’s wedded anniversary, but with the day unmentioned. (i.e. __ / 04 / 2020) ⋆ The roof is temporarily exposed with sturdy barbed wire as makeshift, criss-cross cell bars; close enough and with space in-between wide enough to allow the player to reach their hands and wrists up through the tight openings. The player cannot avoid the barbed wire cutting into their skin. ⋆ There is an automatic sliding cover hidden in the back of the chamber that will be triggered once the player runs out of time, completely sealing off the exposure, permanently trapping them inside. ⋆ When the game begins, H2O set at 51.6°C (125°F) fills the tank, from the bottom upwards, through a high-pressure, tank fitted hose connected to one of the side panels; 120 seconds (2 minutes) until full submersion occurs. The cylinder is bolted to the tank and cannot be removed. ⋆ Above the barbed wire and player’s head are 30-31 keys, each with a different numerical day belonging to the anniversary month, horizontally tied to individual strings, facing downwards so as the player is able to read the numbers. The keys are hanging in a further barbed wire containment in a layout comparable to an outer cube with inner cubes, continuing the criss-cross format. Certain keys are easier to obtain than others; some requiring the player to extend their reach past dividing wires and, essentially, beyond an additional threshold of pain. No key is impossible to attain. (The player will be notified by what the numbers on the keys represent via the voice recording before the game commences.) ⋆ Only 1 of the 30-31 keys can unlock the escape hatch; the correct day to comply with the rest of the anniversary date. ⋆ The structure containing the keys is welded onto the rim of the tank in the shape of another rectangular frame. It cannot be rattled nor can it fall off the tank. ⋆ The player must simply reach for the keys in their appropriate grasp, but they will have their wrists continuously sliced from the surrounding barbed wire every time they endure this action. ⋆ Once a key is collected, the player must descend below the hot water and try to unlock the hatch. ⋆ If the player collected the right key, the hatch will open as soon as the lock is removed and the latch is released due to the weight resting on the trap door. ⋆ If the player collected a wrong key, they will need to repeat the process before they drown.

To give the player both an advantage and extra disadvantage, narrow ledges with surfaces protruding shards of glass, only wide enough to fit half a foot on, may be added to the inside of the tank to offer the player a prolonged chance to keep their head above the rising water.

Notes

⋆ It takes 2 minutes of consist exposure from water at 51.6°C (125°F) to receive 3rd degree burns. The same amount of time for the container to be completely submerged.

⋆ The game will be over quickly if the player has remembered the important date, although they will still receive scalding to their feet, ankles and possibly calves, with their hands and wrists injured, also.

⋆ The player may wound themselves further if they hit the ground awkwardly once the hatch is opened.

Outcomes

⋆ The player dies from severe wrist injuries, blood loss.

⋆ The player dies from drowning.

⋆ The player survives but with irreversible burns and will require medical attention.

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#wanted to work on my own list of traps for some time now!#saw #saw traps #jigsaw #horror #???

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greenteabtch · 4 years

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in like the tiniest defense of bioware , they did evolve from dragon age origins, which harrassed you for being a woman every four seconds, to making the playthrough barely unmentioning of gender in inquisition. so like. ill give them that. f o r now.

#bry speaks #bioware positive #lol thats so funny #i basically just did this bc ive been so damn mean to them lately hfhf #but they did give me my lord and savior dragon age so i mean?#bioware #dragon age inquisition #text

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talesofealdancynedom · 4 years

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Character Index

All characters alphabetized by first name.

All Characters listed; Includes side characters, fey, and canon character unmentioned in writing but related. The stories the character appears in, or is mentioned in, will be indicated in brackets.

Spoiler warning. I recommend doing a ctrl+f search for characters you have questions about.

will be edited if any changes or errors are recognized

Achilles: Cerberus’s familiar. Sugar Glider. (2, 12, 13)

Airtimes Craweleoth (ravensong): Third child of Morgan and Emilia. Child of fall housed in the raven kingdom. Seer kingdom mage. (11)

Amadeus Rostharn (rosethorn): Morgan’s friend. Palladin warg mage, housed in the tree kingdom. Wargs into moon serval. Heir of Rosethorn manor in The Grand West. (2, 3, 5, 7, 9, 17)

Ametrine (Arthur O’Conner): Solo magician from Emilia’s realm who inspired her to do magic. (3)

Antuon Inktale: Mattias and Requiem’s Grandson. studying sorcerer,specializing in sleep magic, and aspiring dancer. Student of Augustine.

Aquarius: Saianne’s familiar. Blue merlin. (14)

Aries: airtimes familiar. Richen raven. (11)

Asada Fauxbit (furfang): original mage of the monkey gate. Seer beacon mage. (20, 21)

Augustine Musham (mousehutch): Orpheus’s uncle, maker of mirrors and mind. Warlock memoir le morte mage, Rat kingdom robes. (13, 15)

Aurum Bitenbellen (Briddlebell): Mage of the stag gate in the East Lands. Witch becon mage, stag kingdom robes. (16)

Bandirel “Bandie”: Fire wildling. Tasked with warming the tower, stove and hearth of Tiberius gate. (1, 2, 6, 11, 19)

Beacon “bea”: Twin terrilith tree on Tiberius gate. Roams as human in Pepperidge. (1, 2, 5, 6, 7)

Belle: Augestine’s familiar. Domestic Bunny. (13, 15)

Bassilisk “Basil” Blacksnake: Ouroboros and Sainanne’s son, in Grand Snow. twin to Leviiathin “Levi“, Cadence’s in-law. (10)

Betleguse: Fyra’s familiar. Red hamman ferrit. (1)

Bexfineth Monabellan: Youngest remain wolf prince. Witch, kingdom mage; wolf kingdom. (0)

Blue Healing Creek: Saianne’s little sister. Studying Witch wizard, Morgans biggest fan.

Brocid “Broc”: Eldest living Fish prince. Crown Leguid Mermaid. Bound to Rah Wintersleapen. (5, 7, 9)

Buanel “boomer”: Swamp wildling in club on Tiberius gate, but resides with Helrund in the Stone Gate forest of lost children.

Cadence Bucflowen (Deerrun): First child of Morgan and Emilia. Child of spring housed in the stag kingdom. Heortemann meader mage. (10)

Calisto: Estella’s familiar. Black Caribou. (2)

Calliope Cwenfyr (Queensfire): Second child of Morgan and Emilia. Child of summer housed in dragon kingdom. Seer season mage. (17)

Castor Radcyening (redcrown): Poullux’s brother. Worlock kingdom mage,housed in tree kingdom. Warlock of light. Mage of the tree gate, and Tree Queen in waiting to Flourenceon. (15)

Celeb Locket “Cinnibar”: Emillia’s father. Magician. (3)

Celebrel: Royal white mothkin. Tasked with regency in absence of a Fairy Queen.

Cerberus Monafyra (moonflare): falsely accused criminal, Heortemann beacon mage, housed in wolf kingdom. Orpheus’s husband. (2, 9, 12, 13, 14, 21)

Cetus Dawnhill: Regina’s father and Morgan’s uncle. Seer beacon wizard, housed in dragon kingdom. (2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9)

Celscael “chelsea”: blue midnight mothkin that lives in Pepperidge academy fairy conservatory.

Chichi Orechild: Rah’s mother. Paladin wizard, stone kingdom. (7)

Cristaline “crista”: War Hoarse. Odysseus Cyendom’s mount and friend. (6)

Corona Wintersleapen “wintersleep”: First meader mage of the fairy gate. Heortemann, meader mage. (19)

Dao Bucflowen: maker of th a jade and brace arsenal of mundane looking magic objects that do the opposite of what they should. Warlock gate mage, stag kingdom. (16, 21)

Dolly: leo’s familiar. Meincoon Cat.

Draco: Ouroboros’s familiar. Black and White Tegu. (14)

Eatheltwein Cynedom: last king of the Grand West. Mage kept secret by aunt Merium Craweleoth. Witch becon mage. (19, 20, 21)

Eaorwaeth Monabellan: youngest surviving wolf heir. Warlock Kingdom mage, Wolf Kingdom. (0)

Edmond Monabellan: Last king and peace bringer of The Far North. Palladin abyss mage, wolf kingdom. (20, 21)

Emilia Locket “rhodochrosite”: Magician who went back with Morgan to Ealden Cynedom after they fell in love. Morgan’s wife. (2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9 10, 11, 17,18)

Eobreth: current wolf king, first fey friend to Morgan as Eldest prince Aliki wolf. (2, 0)

Entel “ent”: Mountain wilding in club on Tiberius gate. Rescued from Iron trapping in the Eastlands.

Eros: Orpheus’s familiar. European House Finch. (12,13)

Estella Celestine: Stag Queen. Previous head paladin of the Grand West, and Morgan’s first mentor. Paladin kingdom mage, stag kingdom. (2, 3, 10, 12)

Fama Fauxbit (furfang): current mage of the monkey gate, in the South Central. Witch kingdom mage, monkey kingdom. (14)

Felin Harequeen: childhood friend of Merriam (19)

Feon Seabryd: Lyra’s mother and previous mage of the Fish gate in the North Lands. Seer Stormbracker mage, fish kingdom. (20, 21)

Fleagonan”flag”: princess of dragons. Crown Cynedom Dragon. Bound to Hara. (5, 9)

Florenceon”florence”: Youngest tree princess. Crown Terralith tree. Bound to Castor. (15)

Flowen Geagwulf (greyback): Previous Wolf Queen, and mage of wolf gate in the Far North. Witch season mage,wolf kingdom. (2, 0, 19)

Freya. Cadences’s familiar. Dominion deer. (10)

Fyra Haracwen (queenhare): Tiberius’s daughter and last mage. Previous mage of Tiberius gate. Witch kingdom mage, rat kingdom. (1, 21)

Galahad: Scarlet Familiar. Dalmatian Dog. (7, 17)

Geagstearran “gray star”: ghost naga, who loved a human and decide to live through grief and remains on the stone gate.

Gemini Wintersleep: Amadeus’s father. Witch of Pepperidge Grand West. Witch beacon Wizard, fairy kingdom. (2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12, 14, 22)

Glendel “Glen”: Second surviving Fountain Nymph. Lives with Orpheus and Cerberus.

Gothrimel “gothrim”: River nymph and first fey Morgan saw. (2)

Grettle Beamranch: Aurums nanny and best friend. Witch wizard. (16)

Gyldsunael “gylda”: rescued sun nymph who lives on Tiberius gate.

Hapheasteus Redcrown: friend to Augustine, Father of Castor, Pollux and Promethus. (15)

Hara FyrStan (firepot): professor of fey studies and specialist at Pepperidge academy. Seer beacon mage. Dragon Queen in waiting to Fleagonan. (4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0, 10)

Herra beamtelghyldan: Rate queen. Seer Season mage. Infamous criminal mastermind in time of mages. (19)

Helios: Matthias’s familiar. Markhor. (12, 13)

Helrem Monafyra: Maker of wands and modern magic. Father to Murdoc and Tiberius. Warlock season mage, wolf kingdom. (1, 2, 20, 21)

Helrundel ”Helrund”: prairie wildling, and Odysseus’s Cyendom’s friend. (6)

Helvetica: Jupiter’s familiar. White Indian Giant Squirrel.

Heracles: Calliope’s familiar. Quetzalcoatl. (17)

Hilda Greenwood: Leo’s twin sister, seer wizard, and nymph collector.

Hypocrites: Tiberius’s familiar. Andean Condor. (1, 21)

Icthya Daigandun (dawnhill): Morgan’s mother, Charmer gate mage, dragon kingdom. (2, 6, 8, 9)

Icarus: Morgan Cyendom’s Familiar. Golden Eagle. (all)

Igneus Bluegem: Witch wizard teacher at pepperidge academy. Saianne’s older brother.

Iliad: Poullux’s familiar. Silver Fox. (15)

Iolitdor “Io” blugimm: Stone Queen. Warlock gate mage. (9, 19)

Issel “Issa”: Snow wildling in club on Tiberius gate. Stolen from Grand Snow.

Jupiter Geagmann (minkmonk): Regina’s mother. Paladin kingdom mage, Rat kingdom. (2, 6, 8, 9)

Jhivettel “jhoseff”: Storm Wildling in club on Tiberius gate. Rescued from Northand traders.

Kent Summorhind (Summerpalm): Private hire paladin wizard. Currently paladin bacon mage at the monkey gate in the South Central. Monkey kingdom. (14)

Khursha Plegianstol: Monkey Queen. Paladin abyss mage. AKA Fredrick. Hehe. (29)

Laurellan ”laurel”: dragon princess. Cyendom Dragon tasked with guarded the magic treasury of The Grand West in exchange for lemon deserts. (2,5)

Lasearline ”Laser”: First domino deer born to Queen Estella after they had been wiped out. Eldest stag prince, and best friend with Cadence. (10)

Leo Greenwood: witch wizard of The Capital in the Grand West. Morgan’s councilor.

Leviathan “Levi” Healingcreek: Ouroboros and Saianne’s son in Grand Snow. twin to Bassilisk “Basel“, Cadence’s husband. (10)

Lyra Seabryd: Fish Queen. Charmer stormbracker mage, fish kingdom. (7, 19, 20)

Macatchis “matcha”: Youngest Raven prince. Griminthrope. (8, 11)

Mathilda Herocrown: Friend to Augustine, mother of Castor, Pollux, and Polaris. (15)

Matthias Hwithas (whitestead): Orpheus’s father and Augestines brother in law. A seer memoir le morte mage, Stag kingdom. Current mage of the Rat gate in the North Central. (12, 13, 15)

Melida Daigendun (dawnhill): Cerberus and Ursus’s mother. Lead paladin of The Grand West. Paladin beacon mage, dragon kingdom. (2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 12, 14)

Meriam Craweleoth: Mage Queen of the Grand West. Seer memoir de morte mage, raven kingdom. (20)

Mertyl: Melida’s familiar. Indian Cobra. (12)

Morgan Cynedom (London): king mage, lead protagonist. A seer gate mage, raven kingdom. (all)

Murdoc Monafyra: Tiberius’s best friend and the recorder of the last days of mages. Seer season mage, wolf kingdom. (1,2,14,21)

Natalia Queenhare: Augestines partner who also works at the dance studio in Fort De Lapin by the rat gate.

Netylid “nettle”: leguid mermaid. Fish princess who remains in the shadow veil to aid the Fish King.

Nightingale Autmnwind: Southern boarder officer of the Southlands, later pepperidge academy security. Paladin Wizard. (22)

Niwel “naiven”: Cave wildling in club on Tiberius gate.

Norminwe Musham: maker of the Rat gate and owner of Fort de Lapin. Uncle to Meriam, ancestor of Augustine. Warlock mage; rat kingdom. (19)

Nymphalia Barefoot: studying paladin wizard, friend of Sunaeth.

Odette Craweleoth (Ravensong): Raven Queen. Daughter of mage queen Merium of the Grand West. Charmer kingdom mage, raven kingdom. (2,8,11,19, 20)

Odysseus Cynedom(London): Morgan’s father, heortemann meader mage, raven kingdom. Mage of the stone kingdom gate in the Grand East. (2,6,8)

Okokwo Grenehilt: Tree Queen. Charmer season mage. AkA.”Debra” hehe.

Orion: patrick’s familiar. Aliki wolf. (18)

Orpheus Heofokfleagan’’oreeo” (hawkwing): ex paladin and current charmer beacon mage, raven kingdom. Cerberus’s husband, Matthias and Requiem’s son. (12, 13, 14)

Osairus: Aurum’s familiar. Shetland Pony. (16)

Ourorboros Blacneadre (blacksnake): Mage of the dragon gate in Ent snaw (Grand Snow) in The West Lands. Heortemann season mage, dragon kingdom. (14)

Pamethelon “pam”: twin Terelith tree on Tiberius gate tasked with feeding guests to the gate.(1,5,7,15)

Palladis: Richen raven, raven princess. Tasked with controlling any of her brothers/griminthropes if they enter the day veil. (8,9,11)

Patrick Daigendun (Dawnhill): Morgan’s infamous grandfather. Paladin warg mage, dragon kingdom. wargs into a hydra. (2,6,8,9)

Patrick Monabellan (moonsong): Fourth and youngest child of Morgan and Emilia. Child of winter housed in the wolf kingdom. Palladin Kingdom mage, wolf kingdom.(18)

Plumba Rosethorn: Amadeus’s Mother, and Gemini’s wife. Previous owner of Rosethorn manor in the Grand West. Paladin wizard. (7)

Polaris Mousehutch: Poullux and castor’s little sister.(15)

Poullux Eorlcyenning (herocrown): Castor’s sister. Paladin kingdom mage, wolf kingdom. Paladin of sound. (15)

Promethius QueenHare: studying historacal seer wizrard from For de Lapin. Friend of Antuan Inktale.

Quelelethan Cwenfyr “Quelella”: Dragon Queen. The eldest beast king. Witch beacon Mage, dragon kingdom. (2,5,14)

Qilyn Celestine: studying Apothocarty from the stag gate.

Ragnar Goldenscale: Ouroboros’s case manager, and social worker for the heritage site of Grand Snow and it’s magic forest. (18,29)

Rah Wintersleapen (wintersleep): Amadeus’s cousin. A charmer stormbreacker mage, fairy kingdom. Fish Queen in waiting to Brocid. (7, 9,12)

Regina Geagmann (minkmonk): Morgan’s cousin. Warlock beacon mage, housed Rat kingdom. Stone Queen in waiting to Wyverndor.(2,3,5,7,8,9)

Requiem Heofokfleagan (hawkwing): Orpheus’s mother, Mattias’s wife, and Augestine’s older sister. Witch wizard of Fort de lapin, rat gate. (13,15)

Rosael “rosa”: garden wildling in club on Tiberius gate. Patron of Morgan’s grandfather’s garden; and florist gardens in Pepperidge.

Saianne Healpenbroc (givingcreek): Sirulius’s ancestor. Charmer Gray dark mage, fish kingdom. (14)

Proff.Saturn Firpot: Professor of fey studies at Pepperidge academy. Adopted Woodwick and is Hara’s grandfather. Seer abyss wizard. (4,5)

Seiph Blugimm (Bluegem): Original mage of Io’s stone gate. Suirulius’s twin. Witch season mage; stone kingdom. (19)

Scarlet Stankild (Stonechild): Amadeus’s romantic partner. Heortmann abyss mage, stone kingdom. (7, 17)

Scorpio Knightheorte (knightheart): school friend of scarlet, rah and Amadeus. Current wolf queen. Paladin season mage, monkey kingdom and wolf kingdom. (7,0)

Schuliel “shermmie”: Storm Nymph adopted by Collector Hilda Greenwood.

Sirulius Healpenbroc: Mage causing havoc on a seaside village in the Grand East. Warlock storm breaker mage, fish kingdom robes. (7,14, 19, 21)

Stearra: Muedoc’s familiar. Panther, female. (1,21)

Suanne Locket ”Spinel”: Emilia’s mother. magi. (3)

Sunaeth “suna” Monabellen:Eldest wolf princess of previous wolf king. Seer kingdom mage. Used to be an Aliki wolf. (0)

Taurus Snowdance: Apothecary Wizard. Acadia house door boy, currently Pepperidge academy secretary. (22)

Tiberius Blacsorm (blackstorm): previous King Mage. Mage who made the gate of the same name. Father of Fyra. Warlock gate mage, raven kingdom.(all)

Ursus Monafyra (moonflare): Fairy Queen. Cerberus’s brother and melida’s son. former paladin season mage, wolf kingdom. (2, 9,12)

Viola: Eatheltwein’s familar; golden Canary (19)

Virgo Wintersleep: Rah’s father, Gemini’s twin brother, and chi chi’s husband. Estranged due to abuse. (7, 17, 22)

Woodwick, Carlhose (Wondael): Fountain nymph, rescued from a fey hoarder and raised to be human by previous professor Firepot. Head of transmutation and Morgan’s second mentor. (2,4,5)

Wyverndor “Wyvern”: Princess of stone kingdom. Crown Acrean Gimm. Bound to Regina Geagmann. (5,9)

Yavisel “yve”: Forest Wildling in club on Tiberius gate. Transferred from Stag Gate in the Eastlands, as he didn’t want to lead the club of forest wildlings there.

#apendix #characters #tales of ealdan cynedom

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The Melissa mystery: a look at canon facts

Sooo recently there’s been a lot of confusion about where the hell Melissa is, because she seems to have been forgotten by H50 canon, but we’ve never seen or heard anything about Danny and her breaking up. Are we supposed to assume they did that off-screen and it went unmentioned? Are they still together but so low key that it’s basically invisible? Did Melissa run off with Lynn and/or Charlie Fong and that’s why Danny never mentions her because it’s too painful and/or awkward? Do the writers even remember that Danny used to have a longterm girlfriend? Does Danny remember he has a girlfriend?

> Getting to the actual content of this post <

I can’t answer any of those questions, but what I was able to do is go back through the most recent couple of seasons and search the dialogue for any trace of Melissa. Fair warning that there are a lot of opinions peppered in here.

> Why not look at the episodes she appeared in? <

That would be better, of course, except that there are shockingly few of those for a woman that Danny has been dating for five years by now (assuming, for the moment, that they’re currently still together). That’s half a decade, people, shit, and in all that time she only physically appeared in six episodes, the most recent of which was almost two years ago (hence the understandable confusion in fandom about where she went).

Here’s an overview of episodes with Amber/Melissa in them:

4.12 O kela me keia Manawa (her first meeting with Danny; she introduces herself as Amber)

4.19 Ku I Ka Pili Koko (Amber and Danny’s first time and Amber accidentally meets Grace; Steve and Danny are trapped under a collapsed building and say “I love you” to each other for the first time)

5.16 Nanahu (s5 Valentine’s Day episode: Amber’s abusive ex-husband turns up and stabs Danny and she runs him over with her car; from this point on, she goes by Melissa, her name from before she had to go in hiding from her ex)

5.24 Luapoʻi (the episode where Danny learns Charlie is his son; he gets texts from Rachel asking him to come meet her and he tells Melissa it’s work, but when he goes to take a shower his phone keeps buzzing and Melissa discovers that he was lying to her)

6.14 Hoa 'inea (s6 Valentine’s Day episode: Melissa writes Danny a card telling him she loves him, but he doesn’t say (or write) it back even though they’ve been together for two years; they have a fight because she wants to feel like a priority in his life, which is never resolved on screen)

7.16 Ponui I Ke Aloha (s7 Valentine’s Day episode: Melissa, Danny, Lynn and Steve go on a double date organized by the women, but Danny spends most of the weekend chasing some kid around; Danny at one point super casually says “I love you” to Melissa during a game of volleybal, in a way that doesn’t look like the first time, so apparently he did start doing that at some point after 6.14)

Conclusion: Melissa’s appearances span about three seasons/years, but half of the time we get to see her, she’s making an appearance because it’s Valentine’s Day, which bugs me for reasons that aren’t what this post is about. In short, it seems to suggest she’s only useful when some romance is required and she has literally no other relevance or link to anything else in Danny’s life, which is... not healthy, unless they’ve talked about that, which the show never suggests they have. Rather the opposite, what with Melissa wanting Danny to take her seriously.

The other half of the time, Danny seems to be lying to her or avoiding her, even though we never see her do anything that would warrant this kind of behavior (and she comes straight from an abusive relationship, so please, do fucking better, Danny, because I know you have your own history and insecurities, but you’re being an unintentional asshole). But again, not strictly what this post is about.

> So we last saw her in 7.16. What about everything after that? <

That’s what I wanted to know, too! Because I didn’t have time to rewatch almost two full seasons (as of the time of posting this, the most recent episode is 9.14), I instead went for a somewhat less elegant approach: I ctrl+F searched episode scripts from this website for every episode post-7.16 for the keyword “Melissa”. There are two immediately obvious problems with this approach:

The scripts are pretty rough. They’re pretty much dialogue-only (transcripts, really, not scripts), but that’s not a problem if spoken words are the only thing I’m looking for anyway. The bigger danger is that there could be discrepancies between the transcripts and the actual dialogue, but everything I’ve seen (and I’ve used this website a lot in the past) seemed pretty accurate.

I only searched for “Melissa”, so if Danny ever mentioned her as just “my girlfriend” or anything similar, my method didn’t pick up on that.

> Gasp! So what did you find? <

[insert drumroll] 🥁 Frighteningly little!

Here’s an overview:

8.06 Mohala I Ka Wai Ka Maka O Ka Pua

This is the episode where Danny hires a stress counsellor for Steve. Melissa is mentioned (by Danny) when the counsellor asks how many times a week Steve has sex, and Steve exaggerates the number and Danny corrects him, saying he knows “because Lynn speaks with Melissa and then Melissa shares with me”, which freaks Steve out a tiny bit. The conversation moves on after Steve asks Danny to do him a favor and stop discussing intimate details of Steve’s relationship with his girlfriend.

In other words, Melissa’s name is mentioned here, but in a discussion that’s actually about Steve’s sex life (which makes it very shippy on the McDanno front in the most ridiculous of ways, but that’s a different story). It does, however, tell us that Melissa is still in touch with Lynn, Steve’s girlfriend at the time, which shows that she has at least some outside connections to Danny’s life.

And then... nothing. No, seriously, 8.06 is the only mention of Melissa (by name, at least, but it seems odd to have Danny talking about a girlfriend without naming her, so I’m going to assume it really is the last time) after her last appearance in 7.16.

Other thing to note: Melissa is not anywhere in Danny’s visions of the future in 8.11. Kono and Chin are included by way of pictures on a wall, because they’re characters whose actors left the show, but Melissa isn’t in those pictures.

> Conclusions <

Here are my main take aways:

Danny and Melissa are still together in 8.06, because he definitely talks about her like they are.

At the time of writing this (early February 2019), 9.14 is the most recent episode to air, which means that Melissa hasn’t been mentioned in the past rougly one and a third season.

Each season of H50 covers about a year, because the show seems to stick relatively well to our irl passage of time. This means that between 4.12 (Melissa’s introduction) and 8.06 (last mention of Melissa’s existence) very nearly four years would have passed. Danny and Melissa therefore have a relationship of four years before she vanishes, then we get a year of nothing, and now, in season 9, Danny is possibly flirting with Rachel and there’s no mention whatsoever of whether he’s single or not.

Which, to contrast this, does happen in 7.20, in which the news of Rachel and Stan’s divorce breaks and there is a character explicitly suggesting that Danny would want to get back together with Rachel. In that episode, Danny says he doesn’t want that and he has a girlfriend who he “like[s] very much”.

The last time Melissa is mentioned is when Danny tries to justify telling Steve and a virtual stranger that he knows intimate details about Steve’s sex life. Chew on that one for a bit.

In the last three episodes where Melissa physically appeared, things never went very smoothly for her relationship with Danny. One time he lied to her, one time they had a big fight, and the last time she had organized a romantic weekend and he spent most of it distracted by, with all due respect to Danny, very petty nonsense. Melissa says she’s okay with it all, but it wouldn’t have been super weird if at some point after 7.16, the show had somehow worked in a mention of a break-up (if they couldn’t bring Melissa’s actress back to show us that scene, which would have been ideal - they did that very nicely for Gabby, Danny’s only real canon girlfriend before Melissa).

Steve and Lynn, on the other hand, do get a formal mention of a break-up (in 9.01). They were together for two and a half to three years before splitting (their first date was in 6.07). This all makes the whole silence on the Danny and Melissa front even stranger.

Most important point, perhaps: there is no mention of Danny breaking up with Melissa. There is no mention of Melissa leaving. There is no mention of Melissa still being around, either, but that’s the state the show left things in last time we heard of her.

> A last word / Conclusions part 2 <

Clearly, Melissa got abducted by aliens.

Okay, so maybe not. She did disappear, however, and to the best of my knowledge she did so without a trace, even after I put some serious effort into finding her. She is last seen in 7.16, last mentioned in 8.06, and we don’t know if Danny and she broke up at some point after that or not.

Of course there’s a near-endless number of possible headcanons to fix this glaring plothole (she’s still around but very much in the background; there was a quiet break-up and Danny doesn’t like to talk about it ever; their relationship is and always has been a cover story for something and Danny has just given up the pretense at this point; Melissa has been working as a secret super scientist and has been travelling back and forth to Mars to find a way to achieve world peace and she’s so close that she hasn’t had time to come home in two years but Danny totally understands and supports her career; [make up literally whatever you like]), but really, at the end of the day, the people responsible for canon very seriously dropped the ball here by not even alluding at a breakup, which would have been so easy.

So was this laziness on the part of the writers? Maybe. Probably, even, because somewhere something went wrong (assuming this isn’t part of some secret bigger plan which they’ve waited literally years to reveal) and it’s kind of their job to make sure it doesn’t. I guess they might have meant for Melissa to come back at some point, but when things turned out differently (for whatever reason, such as changes in the plot or scheduling issues with the actress), they feared that it had been too long and viewers would have forgotten her, so they ignored the issue completely, which is fine, except that it’s also nuts. This show is known to make characters vanish sometimes, but I don’t think it’s been this bad for anyone with a huge personal link (and established four-year romantic relationship!) to any of our main characters.

But yeah, whatever the underlying reason, in-universe or out, this seems to be the state of things. I honestly don’t even know if I’m mad. Mostly I’m just completely baffled, I think. Despite her long involvement with Danny, Melissa is a very minor character and I never meant to spend this much time thinking about her or writing up long Tumblr posts, but dammit - she deserved better, and the way she’s been treated feels emblematic of Things H50 Does Wrong, specifically in regard to minor characters, women, and romantic relationships. That’s what gets me the most, maybe. She’s all of those problems, compounded into one, cranked up to eleven and with a bow on top.

> A shameless plug <

Should anyone need a healthy dose of catharsis after this, here’s a fic I wrote a while back where Melissa dumps Danny because he’s a better boyfriend to Steve than to her, which feels more relevant than ever after writing this: Please don’t tell me (how this story ends). It has happy ends for everyone, because that’s my jam. ✨

> The tl;dr version <

Melissa? Melissa who? (Alternately: What the fuck, dear H50 writers?)

#h50 #melissa armstrong #meta #this is a Lot Of Words that i did not mean to write #but i guess i'm still frustrated gosh #the melissa mystery #*#also to be clear i do enjoy the show (i do! i promise i do!) but i also think it has Issues with a capital i #and i know the general thinking in the fandom is 'ugh the writers don't know what they're doing anyway'#but i still think it's worth mentioning #it's worth it just for my own peace of mind because apparently i really needed to write this out

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corn mazes

{☠}

P R O F I N I T I E S

Talents; abilities aren’t secret as d i s c r e e t .

Changeable; private ;

answers rarely honest; without omissions.

However egoism; bragging lends to discovery; does BEST when mind’s set; uncovered in excellence.

Without r e a s o n ;

if talents are never brought up; in conversation; by another ;

goes unmentioned; thought u n o c c u r r e d .

Every dance; instrument ;

MASTERED. Magic; spellcrafting holds deep enjoyment ;

which lends to time jumping. Death; d i s m e m b e r m e n t foremost skill set; deceit; MANIPULATION. Human standards ;

ability to draw amazing;

but he doesn’t hold opinion.

Stubbornness; ability to maintain a grudge; sex ;

practiced enough considered skill.

Ability to manipulate; calm; influence others with scent; not advertised; RARELY mentioned. Illusion; creating items; disguising vessel; power alike his brother gabriel. Ability to mark another; casting them in his image ;

enhanced POWER; senses;

r a g e ; lack of sympathy.

See through their eyes; call to his side; know location; kill them instantly.

Dream walk; comb through another’s thoughts. Enhanced strength; near immortality; ability to eat large amounts of food ;

s t a m i n a .

Command of shadows; hellhounds. DENIAL. Figure skating; creation of weapons.

Parkour; part of combat training. Withstanding torture; combat. Ability to nullify problems others can not contemplate.

#::graypefruit::#::memereply::#::headcanon::#::prayers::

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I shouldn't be upset about the lack of f/f possibilities in Zootopia, but I am.

i’m on record as saying that i just want zootopia 2 to be exactly as good as the first one, but with lesbians. at least one cute furry lesbian couple. that is the entirety of my wishlist.

in terms of what we have atm:judy/bellwether - interesting! but implausible. i saw a fic go by once where judy turned evil and then she and dawn became a powercouple. kinda regret not reading it.judy/gazelle - gazelle hooks up with judy because she’s so impressed with zootopia’s first rabbit cop. judy is internally screaming the entire time because holy heck gazelle is dating me. they are hounded by paparazzijudy/mr otterton - mrs o is just super grateful for judy saving her family. perhaps, in an ironic twist... too grateful...judy/fru-fru - wait no, she’s married too! i guess judy’s just a gotdang homewreckerjudy/skye - yesskye/gazelle - also yesmrs wilde/judy’s heretofore-unmentioned elder sister victoria hopps: you’re welcome

best ship: news anchor fabienne growley/that one cheetah from the protest

#zootopia #it comes down to:#judy's fantastic #bellwether is... interesting #but doesn't ship easily #no-one else has that much screentime #superamatista

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It's an Island Ting: Kahuku High in Oahu Churns Out NFL Studs Like Schools in Florida and Texas

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It's an Island Ting: Kahuku High in Oahu Churns Out NFL Studs Like Schools in Florida and Texas

The harsh lights in the wrestling room came on at 5 a.m., and it wasn’t pretty. Members of the Kahuku High football team groaned and rubbed their eyes and made their way toward the men’s room muttering f-bombs, their devout faith notwithstanding. The Red Raiders moved like zombies, the difference being that unlike the undead, these teens were here of their own volition. It was their call to show up for Hell Week: meetings and practice by day, then bed down beside one another; rise and repeat the spartan cycle.

When the heavens opened just before dawn, drenching the team 15 minutes into its hour-long workout, the players embraced it, whooping, smiling and sticking tongues out, grateful for any break in the grim routine. Hell Week wasn’t quite half over on this Wednesday in late July, and everyone was on edge. Hard feelings had spilled into the weight room the previous morning when a handful of receivers and defensive backs came to blows. They were tired. They were sore. Nobody was getting enough sleep. And that was the point. “Hell Week isn’t about recovery,” explained Samson Reed, a senior D-end committed to play at Virginia. (He’s one of eight Kahuku players with FBS offers.) “It’s more of a weeding out—finding out who really wants to be here, who wants to sacrifice.”

Like many of his teammates, Reed is the descendent of Pacific Islanders, members of the Mormon church who came to Oahu as labor missionaries. His father, Tanoai, was an all-state tackle for the Red Raiders in 1990 and played two years at Hawaii. Alas, Tanoai never showed up for his senior season. One night in Honolulu he stepped in when a handful of out-of-towners were about to get their asses kicked by some locals. Those clueless haoles, it turned out, were on the film crew of the epic bust-to-be Waterworld. Fast forward a decade, to 2002, when Tanoai was serving as Dwayne Johnson’s body double in The Scorpion King and the two men discovered they shared an uncle. (They were, in fact, cousins.) Reed has been the Rock’s double ever since. Samson’s mother, Suzanne, is also a stunt-woman, and I recently posed to her a question that one seldom gets to ask: “Was that you I saw recently in a YouTube video, falling from a great height while engulfed in flames?” She smiled. It had indeed been her.

Sorry, Texas and Ohio. Apologies, Florida and Pennsylvania. The most interesting, exotic, surprising football program in the U.S. is not on the mainland, it turns out. Kahuku is located near Laie (pronounced lah-EE-ay), a town of 6,000 not far from some of the world’s best-known surf breaks. Before it became a gathering place for Mormons, it was a pu’uhonua, or sanctuary city. Ancient Hawaiians who were judged to have violated the sacred laws of kapu—mortal transgressions ranging from eating turtle to crossing the king’s shadow—found safe haven here. No such luck for visiting opponents these days.

Despite its small size—roughly 100 male graduates each year—Kahuku has fed 17 players into the NFL since 1970, and many multiples of that into the collegiate ranks. In 2006 and ’07 there were six former Red Raiders on NFL rosters, tying Kahuku with a handful of (much, much) larger schools for the most active alumni in the league.

Those success stories don’t include the local boys rustled from the district by the private academies an hour’s drive south in Honolulu: Punahou, alma mater of one Barack Obama; Kamehameha, with its $11 billion endowment; and the Saint Louis School, a QB factory that produced the Titans’ Marcus Mariota. Football isn’t combat, but Kahuku’s gridiron battles with those preppies look like a kind of class warfare. Unseen in postcards of Waimea Bay and the Banzai Pipeline, unmentioned in tours at the popular Polynesian Cultural Center, are the people in this district who are just getting by.

Kahuku draws from a handful of small communities across Oahu’s North Shore. Sure, there are horse farms, golf courses and seven-figure oceanside mansions. But tucked away on side streets, seldom witnessed by tourists, you’ll find plenty of structures that could stand some serious renovation. The pinch of privation is reflected more by the buildings that aren’t there. Hawaii’s chronic shortage of affordable housing is keenly felt in this district, where many parents work multiple jobs and where families often pack up and move to the mainland to stay with relatives in Utah or SoCal. Any place the rent’s not so steep.

That’s “the biggest struggle in this community,” says one Kahuku parent, who shares that many of his students live in homes crowded with “10, 15, 20 people under one roof, sometimes more.” Hell Week isn’t as hellish as it might seem for guys already accustomed to sleeping on the floor.

There was defensive coordinator Sola Soliai (so-lee-EYE) in the rain during Hell Week, pushing players through a series of footwork drills involving pizza-sized hoops that, ideally, remained still. A bouncing hoop betrayed sloppy footwork, earning a rebuke from Soliai. “Let’s go, guys! Slow feet don’t eat!”

One of the reasons this team has won eight Division-I state championships since 2000: When a Kahuku coach references hunger, many of his players can relate. Football isn’t just a fall sport to these guys, not just an avocation to put on college applications. It is nothing less than a passage to a better life.

That’s not an uncommon story. Making this one unique beyond its South Pacific setting is the magnitude of success. For its size (this district counts 8,000-odd people), Kahuku cranks out an implausible number of good and great players. Those state championships and Super Bowl rings—the brothers Kemoeatu, Chris and Ma’ake, have three between them—are the dividends of a closeness, of strong bonds between members of this tightly knit community. In her family, says Kaui Fonoimoana (fono-EE-mo-wan-na), mother of a pair of Kahuku players, “cousins are like siblings; nieces and nephews are like sons and daughters. We watch out for each other the same way.”

“They are so freakin’ good over there,” sighs Darren Johnson, an ex–Kahuku QB who now coaches Campbell High, on the west side of the island. In his next breath Johnson makes the point that Kahuku’s many talented players are supported, fed, sheltered—borne along—by the figurative village in which they’ve been raised. “Morals, standards, expectations—the bar in that community is very high.”

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As are the stakes. “For a lot of us, this is our only way to get to college,” says Samson Kapule-Si’ilata, whom I’ve come to call “the other Samson.” Unlike Samson Reed, Si’iLata (also a senior) is scrapping for attention from college coaches. He’s a tad undersized for a D-lineman (6' 3", 255 pounds on the roster; shorter and lighter in real life), but he’s clever and tenacious, with a lot of upside. He struggled to get on the field last year, but this season he’s starting and will have, in the end, a dozen or so games to earn a scholarship, his ticket off da rock. “This is a way we can support our families,” says the son of a longshoreman. “Football is everything to us.”

I met the other Samson in May, after one of Kahuku’s spring practices. The state athletic board had recently outlawed pads and helmets during spring football. The Red Raiders responded, as far as I could tell, by pretending they were wearing pads and helmets. Collisions were frequent and serious, and it so happened that on this Monday the Samsons and their defensive linemates were getting the better of the big boys across from them, to the deep exasperation of offensive coordinator Faaesea Mailo (FAH-ah-eh-say-ah mah-EE-low), an ex–Kahuku star who made it all the way to the Jets’ practice squad in 2002. Gathering the O-line at the end of practice, Mailo offered this counsel: “Go home, say a prayer, eat your favorite meal—whatever gets your spirits up. Come back tomorrow and kick somebody’s ass!”

Behind them, evening breezes stirred a line of palm trees, the sky above streaked orange and pink—a languorous tableau at stark odds with the scene below. “I don’t need it to be perfect,” Mailo went on. “But I need it to be absolutely ape s— violent!” Then, much calmer: “Let’s see if we can do that tomorrow.”

Around the turn of this century, Kahuku became the first high school team to make the haka part of its pregame ritual. Since 2011, they’ve performed a version called the Kaipahua Kura—Maori for “We are the Red Raiders”—that was composed by Seamus Fitzgerald, a New Zealand native who also happens to be Kahuku’s rugby coach. And while many opponents admired the Red Raiders’ haka, others took umbrage. Why should we be forced to stand around for two minutes watching our foes shout at us in a foreign language? Then, shortly before the 2015 state championship, officials rendered this buzzkill verdict: Any team that did a haka while facing its opponent would be flagged 15 yards for unsportsmanlike conduct.

Having reflected deeply on the matter for about 20 seconds, Red Raiders coaches concluded, Screw it. We’ll take the penalty. The field position seemed a small price to pay for electrifying their fans and spelunking in the heads of the Saint Louis Crusaders, who got rolled that night, 39–14.

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Implicit in the Maori words they declaim midway through that haka, says Fitzgerald, is a vow to compete “for our families and community, who have been through much.” Asked to elaborate, he shares a sad story. He wrote this haka after the school’s tumultuous 2010 season. Undefeated Kahuku had been steamrolling toward another state championship game, only to be disqualified because of a clerical error made several years earlier. Kahuku appealed the decision but lost. Several weeks later, one of the team’s co-captains, Keoni Tafuna, a linebacker with a 3.8 GPA and NCAA dreams, hanged himself. Distraught by the death of his friend, a second Kahuku student took his own life. And that is why, when they get to the part about families and community, they make a hoop with their arms, as if embracing a loved one. Then they point to the sky.

As H.G. Bissinger wrote about Odessa, Texas, nearly three decades ago, “Football stood at the very core of what the town was about. . . . It had nothing to do with entertainment and everything to do with how people felt about themselves.” That Friday Night Lights fervor runs just as hot on the North Shore, and it comes with a Polynesian flavor. Well over half the players on Kahuku’s roster trace their ancestry to Samoa, whose culture still hews to an old-school system of behavior and responsibilities called Fa’a Samoa (“the Samoan Way”). That, fused with the tenets of the Mormon church, exerts a powerful influence on this community.

Among the duties of a Samoan chief, or matai, is dealing with fa’alavelave (fa-AH-lovie-lovie), which translates to “much trouble,” an apt description of the intrigue and grievances awaiting any coach at Kahuku, whose many blessings—unrivaled tradition; an abundance of talent—do not include job security. The 2017 Red Raiders are playing for their fourth coach in five years. Word on the North Shore is that the new guy could stick.

Makoa Freitas slides his right foot out of a flip-flop—islanders refer to them as slippers—and points to a four-inch scar. The pink tissue covers the Lisfranc joint complex, where he ruptured a ligament during his third NFL season, thus ending a promising career on the Colts’ O-line that might have lasted as long as his father’s. (Before Rockne Freitas served as chancellor at the University of Hawaii–West Oahu, he played 11 NFL seasons at tackle.)

“I don’t know about that,” says Makoa. Like most O-linemen I’ve known, he is wise, without ego and stingy with the spoken word. But beneath his kind eyes and gentle demeanor are steel and fire. “Do you think anyone feels sorry for you?!” he can be heard bellowing during conditioning drills as his players approach the apex of their misery. “Stop feeling sorry for yourselves!”

After playing his high school ball at Kamehameha, Freitas starred on the same Arizona O-line as his older brother, Makai. The younger Freitas was known for his strength—he maxed out at 515 pounds on the bench press—and high football IQ. “Plays smart. Understands angles and positioning,” one NFL scout wrote of him before the 2003 draft. “Uses hands well, has a strong upper body and is tough and intense. Will play hurt.”

Rather than feel sorry for himself when his playing career abruptly ended, Freitas earned a double master’s in business and accounting at Indiana. By day, he’s the assistant controller at BYU-Hawaii, a few miles south of Kahuku. (“That’s right,” he told me with a smile at the end of a recent Monday practice. “After this, I’m going back to the office.”)

Befitting a CPA and former pupil of the principled, cerebral Tony Dungy, Freitas is fair, thoughtful and reserved—right up to the moment his displeasure with the O-line reaches critical mass, after which his raised voice can be heard from the Superette across the Kamehameha Highway.

On Nov. 4, Freitas’s Red Raiders will take on undefeated Mililani for the state’s OIA (or public school) championship. The winner of that game will be favored to advance to Hawaii’s “open” title game a fortnight later, where, if you had to bet, they’ll run into Saint Louis, whose best-known alumnus (aside from former governor John Burns and Saint Damien, renowned for his work with lepers on the island of Molokai) is the aforementioned Mariota, one link in a chain of excellent Crusaders QBs that includes Timmy Chang, Jason Gesser and, most recently, Tua Tagovailoa (TONGUE-oh-vae-LO-ah), now a freshman at Alabama.

But the next great passer off this island will not come from Saint Louis—not if a certain Mohawk-rocking 16-year-old has anything to say about it.

Dual-threat, quicksilver Sol-Jay Maiava made national headlines in June 2016. It was an exciting day at Laie Park, in the shadow of the gleaming Mormon Temple. Members of Michigan’s coaching staff, including khaki-clad head man Jim Harbaugh, were in town for a satellite camp. Maiava, still an eighth-grader, wanted to participate. But he had a conflict. With an eye toward his freshman season at Kahuku, he was taking part in the Red Raiders’ spring drills. To attend the Michigan camp he would have to miss a Kahuku practice. “If you’re not coming to practice,” then-coach Vavae Tata told him, half-seriously, “you better get an offer.” Maiava suspected Tata was joking, since Top 10 college programs don’t usually hand out scholarships to eighth-graders.

Usually. The Michigan camp included a QB skills competition in which Maiava, quite simply, laid waste to the field, a man among boys. Harbaugh, renowned for his ability to identify and develop passers, noticed. Throughout the day he gravitated toward Maiava, tweaking the boy’s mechanics, getting to know him. Afterward, Harbaugh offered the kid a scholarship.

Strong-armed, accurate and blessed with an afterburner-like burst, Maiava is a transcendent talent working at a distinct disadvantage at Kahuku, which has no history of grooming great passers. The school is known for mass-producing trench warriors—titanic linemen with surprisingly sweet feet—and ball-hawking, headhunting D-backs. Down through the decades, the Red Raiders’ QB has usually been a caretaker, called upon to pass five to 10 times per game. Even as run-and-shoot offenses sprung up around the island, Kahuku stuck with its Elephant package: two tight ends, full-house backfield, not even the slightest pretense that a pass might be coming.

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Those offensive shortcomings were exposed last season in losses to the defending national champion, Bishop Gorman (from Las Vegas), and then to Saint Louis in the state title game, which Maiava started as a ninth-grader. “We played four other [nationally] ranked teams,” recalls Gorman tackle Jacob Isaia, “and Kahuku was as good as any of them. But those guys gotta change their game up. Everybody knows all they do is run.”

To ease Maiava’s transition, Freitas brought in a quarterbacks coach, ex–Winnipeg Blue Bomber Brian Ah Yet. When Freitas met with Sol-Jay and his father, Luaao Peters, it didn’t take long for the latter to bring up the Elephant package in the room. Casual mention was made of feelers Sol-Jay was receiving from various coaches, on and off the island.

After much discussion and prayer, a decision was made: Maiava would stay put. “We have a saying down here,” Peters told me. “Red Raider for life.” (And in a flash, all the RR4L bumper stickers on the North Shore made sense.) The upshot? Kahuku’s running game is flat-out firing this season. Enoch Nawahine (NOW-uh-HEEN-ay), whose modesty is belied by his leopard-print cleats, is a hard-nosed inside runner who can be balletic when needed. And while erratic earlier in the season—Kahuku likely led the nation in NPBORH (Number of Passes Bounced Off Receivers’ Helmets)—the team’s fledgling aerial attack was vastly improved by the end of September.

There is one aspect of Maiava’s game that could use some fine-tuning. Dude needs to learn how to slide. At the end of a weaving 30-yard run against Aiea High on Sept. 1, he was piledriven into the turf, separating his left shoulder and sealing Kahuku’s fate the following Saturday. With their QB out, the Red Raiders bowed 17–0 to the 16th-ranked team in the country, Utah’s Bingham High, in Las Vegas.

Even without its starting QB, Kahuku stood a fair chance in that game, fielding a superb defense coordinated by one of the program’s more intriguing characters.

The defensive meeting started at 4 p.m. in a cruelly un-air-conditioned classroom. The first guys to get there congregated near a large fan in a front corner. This was back in August, and the Red Raiders were two days away from their opener against Leilehua, whose offense they’d gathered to dissect. “What are your pre-snap reads on the offensive line?” asked Sola Soliai, all business.

Twenty voices answered: “The left tackle.”

“If he’s leaning forward?”

“It’s a run.”

“How can you tell if it’s a pass?”

“He’s leaning back.”

“Like he’s taking a dump.” The coach went on, toggling between Leilehua-specific instructions and more general counsel. Like: “If you’re struggling, that’s part of the path. Embrace it! Go through the bumps, the cuts, the pain. That’s gonna make you a man.” Then he copped to a struggle of his own.

Soliai returned to the sideline this season after two years away. “And to be honest,” he confided in his players, “I’m still trying to find my groove. It’s pissing me off, but I gotta keep going.” He was an all-state cornerback on Kahuku’s 2001 state championship team, and he used that success as a springboard to . . . where, exactly? “Nowhere, man,” he says with a rueful smile. “I’m not gonna lie—school wasn’t my ting. By the time I graduated from Kahuku, I had two kids already. So I went to junior college, came back here and just started working, taking care of my kids. And that was it, man. I didn’t go anywhere.”

Today Soliai is a gifted coordinator with a knack for making life miserable for opposing QBs by summoning stunts and blitzes—“darkening the gloomy and aggravating the dreadful,” to recycle a compliment paid by Samuel Johnson to John Milton.

As coaches often put it, the guys they’re talking to and shouting at “don’t care how much you know until they know how much you care.” And this guy cares a lot. When his playing days came to an end, Soliai couldn’t bear to tear himself from the game. So, with a boom box, a rope ladder, plastic hoops and coconut husks painted orange like cones, all pulled in a gardening wagon to a distressed patch of grass outside Laie Elementary, he started organizing a regular workout—agility drills and wind sprints interspersed with kernels of wisdom. Turnout for the first session was nine youngsters. Now he’ll typically get around 100, including athletes from rival high schools and college stars home during their offseasons. Afterward, members of the Rebel Squad, as he calls it, are welcome to join the Soliai family for dinner, usually a big pot of spaghetti.

Watching Sola pour his time and energy into this, I suspected I was witnessing a man making amends for mistakes in his prodigal youth. “What’s in it for you?” I asked.

“I do it for our people,” he said, talking about the North Shore youth. “For as many guys as we have who make it big, there are still too many who fall through the cracks. I wanna catch those guys before it’s too late. I want them to go further than me.”

Kickoff against Leilehua was two hours away, but a couple thousand Red Raiders fans had already staked out their seats, happy to talk story and take in the JV game. For families with young children, the most coveted real estate is the set of bleachers curved around the makai (“ocean-facing”) end zone, where on a half moon of trampled grass a score of laughing kids played overlapping games of pickup football, all of them tackle. The games were briefly interrupted on this evening when half the children peeled off to greet and hug a shambling 68-year-old who’d arrived with his wife. Junior Ah You (whose serene, smiling spouse is Almira—friends call them Beauty and the Beast) set up his folding chair behind the makai end zone, facing the field on which he’d once been a holy terror.

A gathering of Red Raider Nation might easily be mistaken for a convention of bouncers and bodyguards: legions of thickset men with oaken calves and powerful upper bodies, exuding a stolid, low-grade menace. Compared to many of those hulks, the 6' 3" Ah You, who looks to be around his playing weight of 233, is on the svelte side. There’s not much about him to suggest that he is, arguably, the best player ever to come off this island. But Ah You was Von Miller before Von Miller, an edge rusher and sackmeister before the NFL fully appreciated such specialists. So he took his game north of the border, to the pass-happy Canadian Football League, and got paid. Which is how a native of American Samoa, whose parents moved to Laie when he was a boy, is now beloved in Montreal and a member of the CFL Hall of Fame. (The Ah You line is not exactly petering out. While BYU whiffed spectacularly in passing on Junior, sending him into the arms of then-WAC rival Arizona State, his younger brother, Sale, did play for LaVell Edwards in Provo. The brothers later sent two sons apiece to BYU; a fifth, Sale’s oldest, Jasen, is the Cougars’ director of football athletic relations. Jasen’s son Chaz, a four-star safety, is a freshman there this season too.)

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Despite the presence of Maiava and his 6' 5", 270-pound left tackle–bodyguard, Enokk Vimahi (whose suitors include Nebraska, Ole Miss and USC), the unquestioned alpha of Kahuku’s 2017 team is Miki Ah You, a sculpted, speedy, unfairly handsome junior linebacker. (BYU offered him when he was a ninth-grader; Oregon followed suit in June.) And there was Miki in the third quarter against Leilehua, knifing off the edge to blindside the QB for a 12-yard sack. Forty or so yards away, his grandfather grinned broadly.

When I asked Miki what motivated him, whom he played for, he paused and chose these words carefully: “For the foundation that previous generations laid down for us, and for the guys coming after us.”

He’s not always this reflective, such as when he addressed the defense a few days before the team left for Vegas. “Last year we went up there and got f—– up,” he snarled, recalling that loss to Gorman. “Some of you guys are playin’ around too much. If you’re not gonna be physical, don’t come. We’re gonna go up there and punch ’em in the mouth.”

The serial maulings meted out by the Red Raiders are but one manifestation of a broader trend. From Utah to Oahu, Pago Pago to Melbourne, Polynesian players are flocking to this cousin of rugby in ever-increasing numbers. And their chances of being good at football are probably much better than yours.

In the last U.S. census, in 2010, 1.2 million Americans identified as Native Hawaiian and Other Pacific Islander (NHPI)—roughly one-third of a percent of the 309 million people in this country. And yet: Of the 1,696 players in the NFL last season, 70 of them—4.1 %—were Polynesian.

Part of that is genetics. Many islanders are large, bulky men with low centers of gravity. Part of it is culture. Jesse Sapolu, a native Samoan who won four Super Bowls with the 49ers, explains it this way: “The thing about Poly kids, they grow up in a household where there’s”—here he’s thoughtful in choosing his words—“a chiefly protocol. There’s a huge emphasis on humility, on respect for elders, family and community.”

Who says graveyards are just for grieving? On Sept. 3, with the Red Raiders sitting pretty at 4–0 and having outscored opponents by a collective 152–13, the extended Fonoimoana clan gathered in a cemetery just behind the 7-Eleven in Hau’ula, six miles south of the high school and across the Kam Highway from the Pacific. The mood was cheerful, festive. As on the first Sunday of every month, they were observing Family Home Evening, an occasion to catch up, say a prayer or two, and sing some songs. When this afternoon’s speaker asked if anyone had anything else they wanted to share, Kana and Mana Fonoimoana—sophomore rising stars in the Kahuku secondary—remained silent . . . until their mother, Kaui, glared at them.

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This was three days before the Red Raiders flew to Las Vegas, a trip made possible by financial donations and plate-lunch purchases from many of the 50-odd Fonoimoanas assembled at Family Home Evening. Now the boys rose to thank them personally. Intense and predatory on the field, they are perpetually grinning and happy-go-lucky off it—so it was surprising to hear Kana’s voice crack as he assured his people he would be playing for them in Vegas, and for all their ancestors who’d donned Kahuku red. As he spoke he stood beside the gravestone of his great-grandfather, Kosena, a Red Raiders quarterback who passed away 10 weeks earlier, leaving behind, according to his obituary, 55 grandchildren and 64 great-grandchildren.

Not all of those descendants made the trip to Vegas. It only seemed that way, to see the army of Kahuku faithful sporting customized FONOIMOANA T-shirts, sharing the stands at UNLV’s Sam Boyd Stadium with legions of Reeds and Ah Yous, Kanihos and Alapas, Nawahines and Loos, and thousands of other red-clad pilgrims. A good portion of that horde stuck around after the game, in no rush to leave the grassy area they’d staked out for tailgating. And while you couldn’t find a beer to save your life (#MormonTailgate), there was plenty of music and laughter. Red Raider Nation knew it would get Maiava back (he looked sharp in his return three weeks later, passing for 202 yards in a 45–6 rout of Campbell) and that its team remained the favorite to win Hawaii’s OIA title.

So it came to pass that Kahuku lost the game but won the party. And how often can you say that about a bunch of Latter-day Saints?

On a recent flight from San Francisco to Honolulu my plane swung west over the southern tip of the Big Island before vectoring north toward Oahu. For five-or-so minutes we were following the path sailed by HMS Resolution in 1779, shortly after its renowned captain, one James Cook, came to grief. Upon killing the great explorer, the natives baked him in an underground oven—not to eat him, mind you, but to expedite the removal of flesh. The bones of such a powerful man were, to them, a source of immense mana.

Native Hawaiians believed—many still do—that their world was guided and influenced by mana, a kind of mystical energy, a force “present in the atmosphere of life” and “manifested by results which can only be ascribed to its operation,” wrote British missionary and anthropologist Robert Codrington in 1891.

When Vai Sikahema describes the North Shore as a place that “reeks of power, spiritual and physical,” he is referring, knowingly or not, to mana. Sikahema, an All-Pro kick returner with the Cardinals in 1987, is a native Tongan who lived in Laie as a boy. He pinpoints another characteristic that, he believes, may predispose Polynesians to football success: “For a lot of people who live in the States, their connection to their warrior heritage”—here he’s talking about close quarters, pre-firearm, hand-to-hand combat—“may go back to the days of Richard the Lionheart or William Wallace in the 1200s. But for some of us Polynesians, our warrior heritage goes back just two or three generations. My great-grandfather in Tonga killed people with a club.”

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A 2003 archaeological survey of Waimea Valley, on the North Shore, identified 78 “surface sites of interest”—burial caves, shrines and temples. It is a sacred place, steeped in history and mana. No less sacred to countless Latter-day Saints is another place of worship, 10 miles due east, over the spine of the Ko’olau Mountains. There, rising from an Elysian arrangement of terraces and reflecting pools, is a vest-pocket Taj Mahal, the century-old Laie Hawaii Temple. Mormons believe in “celestial” marriages, which can be sealed only in an LDS temple. And as the first Mormon temple constructed outside the contiguous U.S., the gathering place at Laie served as a beacon and magnet to Saints from across the Pacific.

Migration to Laie quickened midway through the 20th century when, determined to open a Mormon-affiliated college (now BYU-Hawaii), church elders sent out a new call for missionaries to help with construction. Still more Saints were summoned for the building of the Polynesian Cultural Center, which opened in 1963. And so it came to pass that the hallways of Kahuku High, three miles up the road from the temple, were chockablock with burly first- and second-generation Pacific Islanders: Maori, Tongans and Samoans on whose good side one wanted to stay.

“Take a walk around this place when class gets out,” says Tommy Heffernan, who quarterbacked Kahuku in the 1960s. “You’ll be tinkin’, What da hell dese kids eat over here?”

A 40-foot wave is breaking on the north end of the Kahuku campus. It’s not the actual ocean but a mural painted by local artist Hilton Alves, whose work, in this case, draws the eye away from the corroded exteriors of 40-year-old classrooms.

“The salt air deteriorates a lot of tings around here,” says Heffernan. Known across the island as Uncle Tommy, he is a plainspoken Vietnam War vet and retired maximum-security prison guard who apologizes in advance for any profanity that might escape during his guided tour. A former Kahuku High coach and administrator, he now serves as a caretaker of both the school’s athletic facilities and its traditions. He’s the person most responsible for transforming the locker room from the “dump” (his word) it was a few years ago into what it is now: a multi-purpose changing area, shrine and museum celebrating the team’s glory-drenched past. State championship trophies and banners; Parade All-America plaques; framed Honolulu Star-Advertiser stories announcing all-star rosters lopsided with Red Raiders.

It is remarkable, notes former Kahuku coach Reggie Torres, how many former players have gone on to the college and pro ranks, “but it’s sad we don’t have more.” Torres, who won three state championships during his tenure, from 2006 through ’13, laments the number of Red Raiders prevented from playing at the next level by subpar grades or test scores. He wishes some Kahuku parents would spend fewer dollars sending their boys to the mainland for football camps “to get recognized” by college coaches, and more on tutoring them for the ACT and SAT.

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In Friday Night Lights, Bissinger limns a dark, downbeat universe. Odessa is in the slough of an oil bust. Unemployment runs high; racism is baked into the landscape. One of the team’s stars is nagged by the sense that America is on the wane, that he is coming of age “in this place that didn’t seem like a land of opportunity at all, but a land of failed dreams.”

There’s plenty of hardship and disappointment on the North Shore. But despite its distance from the mainland, the American Dream—the chance to improve one’s lot by earning a college scholarship—remains vital and alive here. It could be a by-product of strong faith or the jaw-dropping natural beauty all around, but the vibe one gets from the Red Raiders and their coaches and parents is upbeat, buoyant, optimistic.

And, when necessary, aggressive. Among the vows cried out by the players during their haka: “We will fight with courage like hammerhead sharks, like the Raiders of the past!”

While shouting that line, players pantomime hoisting a heavy rock. What’s up with that?

When pulling that jersey on over your shoulder pads, Fitzgerald reminds the players in his periodic haka tutorials, “you’re holding the legacy of the Raiders who’ve come before you. It’s a blessing, but also a burden. So I want you to reach down and grab it like it’s a 150-pound boulder, and lift it over your head.”

That boulder is the bedrock of this community, this ohana, this extended family whose members are bound together by a violent game that comes to them as much as they have come to it.

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