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#dark academia friend group
draculaswidow · 9 months
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Oh how desperately I want a friend group to discuss classics, philosophy, literature, to write poetry, to discuss the ramblings of ancient minds over a late night dinner while playing chess, to have inside jokes with references only we could understand, to have a bacchanal, to plan for world domination, to have a bond that we would kill for each other
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machiavellli · 6 months
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Some spicy Theodore Nott headcanons˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚
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Notes: this was like driving: I don't have a driver license. Seriously like, you absolutely hyped me up for writing this and now I feel like I need to go touch some grass and drink some holy water.
Btw we shouldn't feel ashamed, like the first people ever to write in a language that is more similar to ours, literally wrote about about two nun fuck1ng him 108 times (yes that's what he says) in a week bc they thought he was mute. Like women in the 700 were DYING bc of novels, bc they couldn't never have enough of it and the majority developed a masturbat1on add1ction. We can't be worse, that's just humanity at its core: we are h0rny creatures.
⚠️: The blue parts are from a poem, from the author Giacomo da Lentini and it's called "Meravigliosamente" (| put a translation at the end, because it's ancient Italian and you can't translate it with a normal translator). It's one of my favorites poems ever, it's one the best incarnation of what love feels like. Yeah now the poets are cursing at me from above.
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+!!Breeding k1nk, p in v, ora1 f receiving, pregnant! reader description, nak3d people in general (idk what to put, BUT YOU HAVE BEEN ADVISED). English is not my first language, therefore you could find some mistakes, please report them to me!
With all being said: enjoy<3
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Theodore Nott, your Italian Slytherin guy:
Theo loves to love as we already established.
He loves to give, he would let his blood dry for you.
Therefore he likes to take care of his dear ones, especially you, il suo tesoro.
I also already told you about how he will think about your future together, how he would love to have a proper family with you.
He just wants to have what his family wasn't capable of giving him.
So when the seventh year it's over, it also means that his only obstacle, the one that used to keep him away from his dream, is also over.
Something changes inside of him, un istinto primario prende il sopravvento. He knows that now it is actually possible.
«Meravigliosamente
un amor mi distringe
e soven ad ogn'ora.»
Maybe the first few months it wouldn't be so evident, he would probably keep it for himself.
He wouldn't like to put pressure on you, he couldn't.
But every time you get intimate, tutte le volte che fate l'amore, he can't help but think what it will feel like letting himself go completely.
Letting it happen.
Letting himself have a proper release.
Letting himself paint your inside white.
His warm finding the embrace of your core.
Planting a life, creating it with il suo tesoro, la sua diletta.
That's the ultimate dream e cazzo quanto lo vorrebbe.
«Com'omo che ten mente
in altro exemplo pinge
la simile pintura,
cosi, bella, facc'eo,
che’nfra lo core meo
porto la tua figura.»
But for now he still has to curse within himself, "cazzo, cazzo, cazzo.", imprisoning that release, that dream.
Simply wishing he could stay inside, saving every drop for you.
It's so hard for him to distract himself from the heavy daydreaming.
His mind as pregnant with thoughts as he wish you were.
You would just look so gorgeous round with his child.
And he would easily do everything under the sight of your new silhouette.
(As he wasn't already totally lost in this love, this passion per la sua bella)
This particular scene keeps repeating in his cursed mind:
You, full and completely bare before him sitting on your shared bed, nonchalantly putting cream on every inch of your skin after a shower.
He might be at the doorstep looking from afar or already on the bed
But it always ends with him interrupting you, taking your hands with devotion, already giving you passions with just his eyes, just for him to say: "dimmi quello che desideri e sarà tuo"
And he would literally do anything.
«Al cor m'ard'una doglia,
com'om che te lo foco
a lo suo seno ascoso,
e quanto più lo'nvoglia,
tanto arde più loco
e non po star incluso»
He would let you exploit his tongue in favor of your pleasure, savoring every drop coming from down there.
Growling just at your moist sight
And he would taste you like a starved man.
Over and over again.
On the bed,
On the Couch,
At the dinner table.
Sempre e ovunque.
Holding you still with one of his firm hands on your now round stomach.
Non è mai stato così facile inginocchiarsi e predicare da quando la sua religione, la sua donna angelo, sei diventata tu.
You look like a miracle to him.
And he would absolutely get lost in this strong trance filled with amore, passione e lussuria.
He would delicately lay your figure on the bed, like the most precious Greek statue of a goddess.
But the softness of your skin will make him realize that you are not a vision, but his blessed reality.
Your fullness getting in the way would quickly become the most delicious sight ever in his eyes.
His dead stare penetrating your soul along with his physical body.
He would tell you that his eyes look gone because he is convinced to be already dead and already in Paradise.
So lost in the haze, so convinced of the woman under him to be an angel.
And now, he is making her la madre dei suoi figli, sua moglie, la sua fiamma, da qui all'eternità.
Your legs, now afar from each other, looking like the most rare prophecy.
The softness of your skin feeling like the salvation from every sin.
Your swollen breast moving along his movements in you, rhythmically, like a fine melody.
And if by chance a single tear of your product falls from them, his eyes would shine like the sun during August.
He won't esitate to collect it with his mouth, tasting yet another one of your miracles. He wouldn't hold back the raw attitude taking over his mind, he simply couldn't.
«Assai v'aggio laudato,
madonna, in tutte parti
di bellezze ch'avete.»
When you two got together he thought he couldn't love you more, the same on your wedding day, but now he would simply let this love tear him apart he would still and always pray in your name.
In the morning he would wake you up gently, caressing you cheeks, watching as the eyes that caught his soul slowly open.
He would prepare breakfast for you, taking it directly in bed.
And every day will only be about you and you only.
Need a bath? Already prepped and warm amore.
You have swollen feet? A massage from him is mandatory.
Need to put the nursery together? Consider it done.
And don't get me started on the amount of stuff that he would buy for your unborn child.
He just wants to make sure everything will be ready for the big day.
But that's just a dream, playing tricks with his mind.
«Canzonetta novella,
va canta nova cosa;
lèvati da maitino
davanti a la più bella,
fiore d'ogn'amorosa,
bionda più ch'auro fino»
"Theo, darling, are you still here?" you ask him after two solid minutes of him staring at you, to the point that you were starting to feel suffocated by his gaze.
His pupils blown, and as his breathing increase, he finally snaps back from daydreaming.
But now, now it's been months of this agony, della sua mente completamente offuscata dal desiderio.
He just can't help himself anymore, he is a direct and honest person, he can't continue to keep this away from you.
And with the most serious expression known to mankind and his eyes firmly buried into yours, he doesn't hesitate anymore:
"Facciamo un figlio amore, facciamolo adesso, non ne posso più d'aspettare, non posso più nemmeno aspettare che er mondo faccia n'altro giro" he would tell you in one breath.
You kiss him delicately, "Allora non esitare, non aspettare che la luna fugga Mr.Nott"
"Ai suoi ordini Signora Nott"
"Ti amo tantissimo" the last thing he would tell you before finally letting himself completely go, completamente perso in questo amore, si che possa ammirare te, te sospirare e te amare, te soltanto.
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Okay so here's the translation of the poem, the canzonetta, which as I said it's called "Meravigliosamente", in English “Wonderfully":
My ask box is open!✨🥂
<- part II
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eijiroukiriot · 6 months
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why do you see bkg as trans?
i've had this ask sitting in my drafts since like august BECAUSE i knew if i did the question justice it was gonna get VERY long and pretty personal - if i'm gonna talk about it then i gotta talk about it in all earnest. and you've given me the floor to talk about it. so!!
at first i had these typed out as two separate points but i think they go a lot more hand-in-hand than that, so to start - when i think about my own gender and why i can't bring myself to identify fully with womanhood a lot of it is because there's something that feels so free about masculinity. mostly just like because of womanhood on a societal level a lot of my experience as a girl forever has been "you need to think about how your existence makes other people feel. you really need to present yourself in a way that's pleasant for other people. the way you look, the way you talk, the way you conduct yourself - people are entitled to having a say in all that. and if any of that isn't living up to the way it's supposed to be, then that's a fault of yours." here's a vent post i made when i was 17:
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which is mostly really superficial examples of the suffocating expectation of girlhood but it's also so blatantly about bkg. in the moment my thought process was more like "i'm so deeply unsatisfied with so many parts of being a girl, it sounds like there'd be so many less people to answer to if i were a boy" but it's funny reading back on it bc it's like "dude are you just talking about bkg". but then who's a better example of choosing to stomp through life exactly as loud and rude as he wants to be without answering to anyone than bakugou katsuki!! honest about his thoughts in any case!! free to speak as bluntly and rudely as he wants!! never putting up with shit that makes him feel unlike himself!! walks with big wide steps and wears stupid baggy clothes and doesn't care what people have to say about it and doesn't feel worse if they do disagree. grins crazy blasting himself through the air. fights with big windup swings and shouts all the while. huge huge presence and so unafraid to assert it. named himself great・explosion・murder・god dynamight. i think i project a big sense of defiance onto bkg's character because everything he is just feels so defiant to me. there's just a lot that i admire about boyhood and bkg feels like the embodiment of it to me
and then you've got bkg himself, who like- isn't even fulfilling the "doesn't feel worse about himself if he is genuinely not the greatest or kindest" part of it!! bkg's character is so centered around figuring out who he is and like navigating through the mortifying ordeal of existing and not actually liking the person you are and trying to figure out where to go from there- he really thinks he has so much to prove...both in the sense that he DOES want to project this big image and also that he really can't cut himself a break. and then he freaks out when he's not becoming the person he wants to be and picks a fight with deku over it and totally breaks down and picks himself back up and forces himself to seriously rewire the entire view of himself and others that he's had his entire life - he's 16 - and goes to all this teeth-clenching effort to be a better person and has highs and lows and wears himself raw and then comes back to life. well the quality of the later part of his arc is very debatable. but his character is so about just figuring out who he is and kind of failing at it a lot of the time. and then eventually figuring it out and getting confident and stable in it. he makes friends who rib on him because they know he's got a good heart under it all, and moreover he lets them. he gets good at shouting something back and carrying on. you see the amount of conscious thinking it takes him to take some of those steps - rethinking his relationship with deku, the god am i really fucking doing this scoff before he gives kirishima back the money - but a lot of it is just steady growth. growing up. genuinely getting more comfortable and more okay with himself over time. but there's also all these little failures along the way because he's just a kid figuring it out, and also genuinely this anger towards the world for not understanding it when he does assert himself (sports festival....where deku also specifically notes that he knows he's not as confident as he wants to be!)
i haven't really closely reread bnha in a sec so a lot of this is probably a lot of projecting (i know it's undeniably influenced by the picture of bkg i have in my head) and i probably also didn't really clarify anything, because in the end everything bakugou is feels very trans to me. "the image you have of bkg katsuki in your head can actually be so personal" etc. digging into my archives i found this post from years back where i described basically the same stuff about bkg being a teen figuring himself out and saying "so yeah he's trans" without being able to hit it more on the head. kirishima is my favorite most special boy of all time, and i love him in so many ways, but bkg is my cringefail stinky teen boy in w the unshatterable determination to actually go MAKE himself the person he wants to be, no matter how many missteps he makes on the way there. it brings me a lot of comfort to imagine him being a self-made man as a part of the because gender is so confusing and questioning can be so intense. i'm 23 and i'm typing all this about an anime boy so i hope it's evident what a soul-bearingly honest answer this is bc otherwise oh haha embarrassing. but yeah i love that kid. i hope every little victory and day where his voice sounds good to him and glance of his top scars in the mirror feels like one of the high points on the journey
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bakubunny · 6 months
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unintentional dad bf!mirio x f!reader thoughts (no smut)
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you’re reaching towards a top shelf in the grocery store which, for some reason, has display shelves taller than necessary. you’re ready to scale the shelves when mirio steps in.
“woah, hey, let me help.” he reaches up and grabs the box of cereal with ease. “all you had to do was ask, sweetness,” he says with a grin.
“thanks, daddy.”
it wasn’t intentional. it just happened. you didn’t realize what you’d said until mirio stopped in his tracks.
“h-huh?”
you’re both turning red now as you try to cover your mistake. “i said thanks, baby. i think that’s everything we need, yeah?”
mirio’s bright smile returns as he tells himself of course he misheard you, right?…
“yeah, that’s the last thing on the list,” he says. mirio grabs your hand, dwarfed by his large, warm one and guides you along as you walk together. “let’s get out of here.”
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jo-icarus · 8 months
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The undescribable yearning for friendships. Formed in libraries, coffee shops, bakeries. Abandoned buildings. Protests. Poetry groups. Online. The longing for mutual understanding and comforting silence. The possibility of your favorite tea in their cupboards. The authenticity of your notes in their books. Sealed letters, traveling through seas, oceans and lands to reach your home. Headed debates and hot choco right after. Pictures. Tight hugs. Destinationless train rides. Adventures. Poetries. Kindred spirits.
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darkmacademianut · 2 years
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the dark academia community is sleeping on daniel handler’s the basic eight, it should be right up there with the secret history as a first media recommendation
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god-in-the-middle · 1 month
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Desi dark acadmia for humanities, because u haven't come across any :
Having all girls class because no boy has opted for humanities stream
Sitting with your 'kaleshi' friend group and gossiping because your teachers late again
Feeling like a God because you wore bindi, kajal and French braid against your school's protocols
Sharing tiffin with other class's friends because your teacher said not to go to their class for lunch
Having a deep and friendly yet heated debate with you classmates on political and historical topics during classes because your teacher is cool and supports debating
Discussing national and international topics with your group like a pro economists
Analysing psychological cases with teacher and relating it with real life
Sitting with your group silently while sketching and scrbbling notes because it's a free period
Showing your friends your sketch and them correcting them
Solving riddles and mysteries with friends because together you are much more smarter
Talking in sophisticated English but cursing in hindi then next minute because some idiot decided to piss you off
Standing outside of school gate and chatting with all standard friends until the guard kicks us out going home together because on off them had a vehicle and you want to save money
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blackrosesanddeath101 · 10 months
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A minute after I'd finished The Secret History:
Me: Do you ever think about the fact that Donna Tartt literally wrote a whole paragraph on the varying amounts of sexual tension they all had between each other? A Sort Of Friend Sitting Next To Me On The Bus: What the hell do you mean? Me: *shows him* A.S.O.F.S.N.T.M.O.T.B: ... A.S.O.F.S.N.T.M.O.T.B: How the shit do people manage to read this kind of stuff like it's so pretentious one second and then you've got this. Me: I want therapy if I know.
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francisversion2 · 5 months
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I like it when life is simple
Growing up I always wanted to have an interesting adventure of life which I kinda did have but it wasn't as fun as I thought. My life was pretty busy with things happening which left me with trauma and some interesting stories to tell.
Now I just realized I like it when life is simple, no adventure or a meaning to the thing I am doing.
I was drawing in my journal, while Wilbur my boyfriend was just giggling over a fan edit of the younger self actor of Remus Lupin (my bf is such a fan girl I can't he loves the actor so much, I feel like he loves the actor more than me/j he is just like me when I see something tsh related) my best friend Matevz is dancing to the song "if you like it put a ring on it..." (I can't remember the name) and just doing the dance from the music video, while my other friend Mark is trying to fix this little radio he got from a vintage store.
I didn't get an urge to do something to make my life interesting, like I always expected my life would be interesting when I became an adult. I enjoy this chaos, it's simple and it gives this comfort, that I don't need big things happening to make me happy, but simple things can make me happy too.
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Bitches be wanting an academic group of friends to read and solve murders with, run in the middle of a museum and have mental breakdowns together.
That's me. I'm bitches
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notafagipromise · 8 months
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guess who just started the atlas six
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ayowotsdis · 2 years
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I kinda wanna open a very chaotic academia group chat in Instagram.
We could all TRY to study there and help each other out cuz you know we do love to study but we oh so bad at actually studying.
Give each other ideas, like our very own dead poets society:3
Every teen, young adult and adult is welcome
Or I could ignored again and or or you know we could start of a successful gc and study, chat and cause some chaos you know not much
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dead-gone-buried · 1 year
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The anxiety right after you accidentally text with your usual sense of humour in a new friend groupchat and you don't know if they're gonna go with it or think you're a bitch.
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42reasons2panic · 2 years
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@ayowotsdis had an excellent idea, let's make a very chaotic Instagram group chat so that we can all pretend to study.
even just one more person would be enough to get something started, I just think it would be neat.
please message @42reasons2panic or @ayowotsdis on Instagram to join or you can drop your Instagram tag so someone can add you.
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inactiveaccountdj · 6 months
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I don't know how to say this without sounding like an asshole and also a moron and also a hater, but I hate it when someone says "try this, it's good for you" and then it's good for me.
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