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luvjunie · 7 months

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hiii!!!

i was wondering if you can do some miles earth 1610 and earth 42 miles head canons if they were your older brother??

btw I love ur work <333

in which miles is your older brother and your favorite hobby is annoying the shit out of him

the brief mention of Jeff can be present or past, meaning this can be interpreted as 1610 or 42. don’t think it needs to be mentioned but y’all are siblings in this au so it’s obviously platonic lmfao

“Miles!” you sang delightfully on your way to his room, nearly skipping with the excitement of aggravating your older sibling. “Dear, sweet ‘ole brother of mine~”

“Nope, leave me alone.”

His voice, sounding just a tad deeper than it did last week, echoed from down the hall as you approached.

Miles was already up from his bed and on the way to close his door, but you somehow beat him there and leaned your shoulder against the frame. A proposition was eminent in your demeanor, and it made his top lip turn up in distaste.

“Hey Milesy. What’s up?”

He crossed his arms. “You stopped calling me that when you were six.”

Perhaps you were laying it on a little thick, but you’d already gotten this far, so you played on.

“And? Maybe… I’m feeling… nostalgic.” you shrugged.

“Spell nostalgic.” He challenged smugly.

“Anyways!” You abruptly changed the subject with a cheeky grin, the dissimilarity in your expressions comical. “Wanna do me a teeny-tiny favor?”

He couldn’t have shot you down faster.

“Absolutely not. I’d rather use the bathroom after Dad.”

You cringed at the thought. Was he that unwilling?

“Why not?”

“Are you crazy?” Miles gawked. “I got my door taken off the hinges the last time you asked for a ‘teeny-tiny favor’,” he quoted the words with his fingers. “Get somebody else to do it—“

“Wait!” You foiled his sudden attempt to shut his door by using your right foot to stop it— the foot in question, currently clad in a fuzzy, christmas themed sock.

It was the middle of April. But that wasn’t important.

Miles’ hazel eyes agitatedly narrowed at you between the small gap you’d managed to keep open. You both knew he could easily close his door if he really tried, but he didn’t want to hurt you. Though he was considering it.

“Pleaaaseee?” Hands clasped to accompany your begging, you whined at him in a tone that made him grimace.

“Y/n, what did I just say?” He grumbled. “No escuchas. (you don’t listen). It’s like you were born without ears or something.”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask you for!”

He shook his head, “I don’t need to!Knowing you, it’s something stupid.”

Making his way to the kitchen, Miles immediately recognized the scent on the hoodie you were wearing when he brushed past your shoulder.

It was the one you’d bought him last year as a birthday gift. He hadn’t noticed it was missing until now, and after it being in your possession for God knows how long, the remnants of his cologne were now drowned out by some tooty-fruity ass body spritz that had his head hurting.

“And stop wearing my clothes, dude. You always give ‘em back smelling like Victoria Body Works and argon oil. That’s if you even give them back.”

Yeah, ‘Victoria Body Works’ was definitely not a thing.

Hot on his heels like a cold that medicine just couldn’t kick, your brows pinched together while you accompanied him through the empty apartment on what you assumed was a search for food.

“It’s Victoria’s secret, dumbass. This how I know you ain’t got hoes.”

“Who?” Miles quirked a brow as he sifted through the snack cupboard for a box of something to demolish in an hour.

“You-“

“—Asked. Bozo.”

“Wow,” you scoffed, a deadpan look on your face when you went to rest your elbows on the granite counter top. “You’re actually ancient.”

Miles was only two years your senior, but he acted like an old head, and that was probably the fault of your Uncle Aaron. He’d spent more time with that man than he did in his own room, which was shocking to say the least.

Miles’ eyes lit up when he discovered a hidden gem tucked into a back corner. “Yo, you gonna eat these honeybuns?”

“You gonna do me a favor?” you shot back, head tilted with the confidence of your incredible advantage over him.

Miles kissed his teeth. He had an immense sweet tooth, and you of all people knew he could never deny sugar.

“Dude, this same box has been sitting in here since last month. Which I know personally, because mom sent me out to get them. Meaning your tubby-ass forgot about these at least two weeks ago!”

Your jaw dropped in shock. “I am not tubby!”

“Tubby is a mindset. Now can I have ‘em or nah?”

You paused to think. “Depends.”

“On?” he encouraged impatiently as you toyed with the hemming of your sleeve.

“When asked where I’m at, around…Let’s say,” you chewed on your thoughts. “Six pm tomorrow— and I know you’ll be asked— say I’m at Isabella’s.”

Miles gave you a skeptical look. “And where are you really gonna be?”

He doubted he wanted to know the specifics on why he needed to lie for you, but he thought to ask anyway. You were his little sister after all, at least one person needed to know where you were.

“Nunya.” you mumbled.

“It’s a boy, isn’t it?” Miles squinted, fingers pinching either side of the honey bun’s plastic in preparation to open it.

Rolling your lips under your teeth, you awkwardly shifted your position so your back was leaned on the counter instead, and spoke cautiously as you ogled the lifting of a few floorboards.

“Maybe… But we’re just gonna-“

“Alright, alright. I got you. I’on need details.” Miles scooped the entire box of his well-earned treats into the cradle of his arm, then reached the other over your head to close all the cupboards he’d previously opened.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You stole the opportunity to trap Miles in a quick hug, tightly squeezing your arms around his torso on purpose because you knew how much it annoyed him. He never did grow out of being ticklish.

“Yeah, yeah. Move,” voice muffled as he was mid-bite, Miles separated you from him with two, rudely-stiff fingers to the middle of your forehead, then started back to the room he rarely left, somehow grabbing the entire jug of apple juice off the counter on his way.

He called out to you without turning back around.

“But if you not back by 9, I swear I’m snitching. I need my door, trust.”

Your face screwed into one of disgust at the implication. “Ewww bro, you’re gross!”

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fushigowo · 2 years

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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

╰┈➤ professor!gojo x student!reader

╰┈➤ synopsis: you’d do anything in order to save your failing grades. even if it meant fucking your professor that you’ve been crushing on since your first day.

╰┈➤ warnings: teacher x student (gojo in his mid 30s, reader in her early 20s), cervix fucking, gagging, dumbification, fingering, virginity loss, size kink, unprotected sex, overstimulation, a bit of praise, degradation, squirting, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, dacryphilia, nonconsensual filming, use of pet names, manipulation, gaslighting, power dynamics, gojo is a real jerk, gojo is so mean.

╰┈➤ a/n: this is very self-indulgent cus i am horny for professor gojo i had to post this again lol i didn’t proofread this btw

╰┈➤ PART I ➸ PART II

Gojo Satoru is such a great professor. Though his teachings might be unorthodox but that's what you like—no—love about him. He is a fun teacher who always keeps his students entertained during his class, including you. Gojo never fails to keep his lectures interesting and intriguing. The way he teaches makes you even more invested in the subject. You're trying hard to impress Professor Gojo Satoru not because you have some sort of crush on him—but because you want to be noticed for your performance.

Okay, maybe you do have a big crush on him and you're also showing great performance for him to notice you. Honestly, you weren't ashamed about the fact that you touched yourself to the thought of him. When you were alone in your dorm room and Nobara was staying at her girlfriend's apartment for the weekend, you couldn't stop and touched yourself late in the evening.

Not only Gojo is an exceptional teacher, but he's also extremely handsome. Most women and men from your class are enthralled by the ethereal beauty of Gojo. Even other teachers admit how his face looks as if it was carved by the gods themselves. Maybe Gojo isn't even human but a deity or something. He's also compassionate, considerate, friendly, kind of a goofball, and cares a lot about his students. Gojo is the kind of teacher who still accepts a late assignment because he understands the struggles of being a college student; work and projects never end.

On the other hand, Gojo noticed your increase in participation in his class since the start of the semester. You're an intelligent student, he won't deny that. However, when you started attending his class, you were quiet and rarely participates and he started to think you were bored of his class. Since Gojo doesn't want his students to get bored, he made his teachings more entertaining and interesting. Slowly, you started raising your hands more often and speaking up.

So far, your performance in his class is superb, he considers you as his favorite student. This may be the first time he had a favorite since favoritism isn't his thing. But your development throughout the semester made you stand out from the others, which made it even more interesting for Gojo. There's no doubt that you dominate most of your classes. Your scores are high, your performances are also on top, and you have consistent class participation. To Gojo, you are the perfect student that a teacher could ask for. Although, there's only one thing that he's asking himself and that is: what would it be like to break you?

Today is the day that you will be receiving your scores for an important test.

There's a hint of anxiousness and frustration in you but knowing that you studied hard and stayed up all night long to get a high grade, surely you'll get one. But as soon as you received your paper from Professor Gojo, he gave you a disappointed look before saying, "you could've done better, Y/N."

Your eyes widen and let out a gulp before looking at the score of your paper. A failing score that you never once encountered. You shake your head before wiping your eyes and staring back at the questions and then your answers again. You raise one eyebrow, wondering why it's wrong when you got the answer right.

There's some sort of mistake here.

Your seatmate looks at your paper before raising an eyebrow. "Huh? The most intelligent student in our class got a failing grade?" Then, lets out a snicker.

"N-no! There's been a mistake," you shoot him a glare before you stand up from your seat and walk toward Professor Gojo, who is now planning to start his lecture for the day. "Professor, is there any chance you can recheck this? I think there's been a mistake since it says here that I got the answer wrong when it clearly stated in the textbook that—"

"Woah, okay, calm down, Y/N." Gojo lets out a chuckle and put both of his hands on top of your shoulder, which made you look up at him.

He's so tall that the top of your head is only up to his shoulders. Sometimes your neck hurts just by looking up at him to see his face. Gojo took your paper from your hand before examining your answers.

"There's no mistake, Y/N. The computer checked your answers and it says that your score is only… err… 73. Bummer." That was loud enough for the whole class to hear. You heard chuckles from your classmates, which made you look down out of embarrassment. "Well, you know how computers are; they make our jobs easier and never get anything wrong so there's no mistake in your paper."

Gojo shoves your paper back to you before guiding you back to your seat with both of his hands still on top of your shoulders. You didn't say anything and sit back down.

This is the first time you've received a failing grade for this semester. The last time you got a failing grade was when you were still in high school but that was acceptable for you since you didn't study at that time. But you studied hard to prepare for this test and yet you still got a failing grade? This is unacceptable in this situation. Now, you're going to doubt your abilities again and blame yourself for not doing enough to get a high grade.

"Come on, Y/N. It's not that bad getting a failing grade. Saying that there's been a mistake in your paper because you got a failing grade seems egoistic, don't you think?" Your seatmate gives you an unpleasant look.

As much as you tried to keep yourself from yelling at them, you couldn't. So, you did what you had to do.

"Look, I'm not egoistic, okay?! It's unacceptable that I got a failing grade because you don't know how hard I studied for this fucking test!" You yell at the top of your lungs which echoes throughout the entire classroom.

The other students look at you with surprised looks. Their eyes widen and their lips slightly part as a reaction to your sudden outburst. They never saw you snap at someone like this. You were known for being tolerant and patient and you rarely get angry at someone. Seeing you like this is like a phenomenon for them.

"Y/N." You hear someone call your name, making you groan.

"What?" you ask.

There's a hint of annoyance in your voice but as soon as you saw Gojo walking toward you without any smile of amusement on his face, a shiver went through your spine as you gulp. Even the other students were scared for you because they had—you had—never seen Gojo being this serious.

"I know you're the best in every class you're in but just because you received a failing grade in one goddamn test, doesn't mean you have to be so self-centered." Gojo brings his face closer to yours, making you gulp. "Remember, a student's character is what I observe the most. You can be the most intelligent, but I don't give a shit. If you're gonna have this bitchy attitude, I can fail you anytime I want. Is that clear?"

"But—"

"Is that clear, Miss L/N?" Gojo asks again and you couldn't do anything but nod.

"Yes, sir," you reply in a whisper tone.

"Good girl," he smirks and whispers to your ear.

When your ears finally heard the bell, indicating that class is finally over, you picked up your notebooks and pens and shove them into your bag. You have to tell the recent tea about your class to your friends, Yuuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, and Megumi Fushiguro. You can already see their faces looking as shocked as ever.

As you're about to walk out of class, Gojo suddenly calls out your name, making you immediately stop in your tracks. You can already feel your heart racing faster even though you have no clue what he's about to say to you. You do have an idea that it's about your sudden outburst in class.

"Yes, professor?" you ask as you try to hide your nervousness. "Look, I'm so sorry about my… outburst earlier. That was very unprofessional of me. I'm sorry and I won't let it—"

"It's alright, Y/N." Gojo chuckles and walks toward you. "I know that receiving this kind of grade might be hard for you, but it's part of being a student, you know?"

"I know," you sigh. "It's just that… I never received a failing grade before so this is an unfamiliar feeling for me. I feel like I'm not doing enough."

The man puts one hand on your shoulder and smiles at you.

"Don't think of that, Y/N. You're doing everything you can and it's more than enough," he says. "Don't be so hard on yourself, ya got that? Take it from your extremely handsome professor who gives bad advice but this might be the best one that I gave yet." He chuckles, making you smile.

"Thanks for cheering me up, Professor." you smiled.

"Well, you know me, it's what I do." He winks before turning his back against you and continues to clean his desk. "Oh, and sorry about earlier. Got too carried away but on the plus side, you get to see the cooler side of your dear professor."

"You mean scarier side." The both of you chuckle.

For the rest of the month, your struggle with receiving one bad grade turned into two, then three, then four, but five was your last straw. You knew something was going on here and it's not the computer's fault. You studied ten times harder and yet you still get unacceptable grades in your case. You struggle with keeping up with the lectures but now you're also struggling with dealing with it mentally and emotionally.

If you aren't the smartest kid with high scores in class, then what are you? All your life you've been studying hard to receive praise, but no one was willing to give that to you except for Gojo Satoru, your sweet Professor. Now that you're failing tests over tests, he would often give you a disappointed look and would give you advice.

When it came to the third failing grade you got, you requested Gojo to rescan and recheck your paper. Unfortunately, the result was still the same.

"You didn't think I was sabotaging your grades, did you? Y/N, you know you're my favorite student. I would never do that to you." That's what he told you after that.

Your roommate, Nobara, is worried about your state. She worries about the sleepless nights that you've spent studying, for the constant stress and anxiety consuming you, even going to animal shelters aren't enough to cheer your spirits and you love animals! When Nobara heard about your case, she confronted Professor Gojo. Even though she tried to convince him to recheck your test (which she did), the results are the same. It's clear that you're failing and you can't accept it.

Meanwhile, in Gojo's case, he's hiding the fact that he's amused by your reactions.

Now you're on your way to Gojo's office to confront him about your case and ask him if you can do anything to save your failing grades. You can't come home to a family gathering with your grades looking like this.

"Please, Professor! Is there anything I can do to save my grades? My family will be disappointed in me," you plead. Almost feeling like you could cry. "I really can't accept this even though I want to. I just can't. Please, Professor. I'll do anything."

"Anything, huh?" Gojo takes his gaze away from you before he smirks. "Have you ever touched yourself just by thinking about me?"

Your eyes widen at his question that came out of nowhere. You have, you aren't ashamed of that but admitting that you did to the person that you thought of while touching yourself is difficult and… absurd.

"Uhm… Professor, this is unprofessional. I—"

"Bullshit, Y/N. I know you have a crush on me. Those little skirts that you wear every time you come to class and every time you cross your legs after I call you a good girl, I know you want me, Y/N." Gojo comes closer to your ear, making you feel his hot breath that sends shivers down your spine. "And I happen to see you touching yourself when I went to your dorm…"

"Professor—"

"Satoru," he says. "You'll call me Satoru when we're alone, okay?" he asks and you nod.

"Tell me you want me, Y/N." Satoru leans in closer and closer until you couldn't help but sit on the couch adjacent to his desk. "I bet you have no idea that I want you too, right?"

"Satoru… this isn't right…" you whispered as your breaths grow rapid.

"Do you want me, Y/N?"

"I… I want you, Satoru…" you mumble, followed by a gulp.

You can't say no. You really couldn't since you've always wanted him. You've always wanted Satoru to touch you, to crave for you, and to make you feel his warmth. Satoru is the only person you gave you what you wanted the most; the feeling of being praised and enough. You've always wanted him, and now that you have him, you can't back out now.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks in a whisper tone.

When you nodded, Satoru didn't hesitate to press his lips roughly against yours, making you whimper. His hands wander along your body, your shoulders, your waist, then down to your legs, caressing your thighs gently covered in thigh-high socks. Satoru lifts your skirt as he strokes his long fingers along your legs. His tongue parts your lips, allowing it to sneak inside your mouth, swirling and writhing against yours.

Satoru's lips left yours and went to shower kisses and licks along your neck. Your intoxicating scent is making him more aroused, making him push his body even closer to yours like it's going to make your scent cling to him. Satoru's hands continue to explore your body, cupping your tits in the palm of his hand made you release a whimper.

"Better stay quiet, sweetheart. Don't want others to hear you moaning, right?" Satoru whispers against your ears, making you feel his hot breath touch your skin. "Or do you want that? Tell me, Y/N, do you want others to hear you moaning like a slut? Want them to know that you're fucking your professor? Is that what you want?"

Satoru pulls away from the crook of your neck and stares at your face. His cerulean blue eyes stare deeply into yours until you felt his hands slowly creeping up to your neck until he aggressively held your jaw to make you look at him.

"You better keep quiet if you don't want them to find out you're a slut for your professor," Satoru leans closer to your lips and press his against yours in a gentle manner. "God, you don't know long I waited for this," he whispers against your lips.

"Professor… S-Satoru, you didn't lock the door," you whisper. "What if someone walks in?" you stare up at his eyes.

"Oh? Then we'll give them a show," he smirks before kissing your neck again. "Let them watch, Y/N. Let them see how you're such a slut for me."

This time, Satoru's fingers slowly unbuttons your shirt, exposing your bra. The cold air inside Satoru's office sends shivers along your spine when you felt it touch your exposed chest. Your breaths become more shallow as Satoru continues to suck your neck, leaving hickeys for others to see.

You're gonna have to wear a turtle neck tomorrow if you don't want others to see your hickeys given to you by your dear professor.

"Wait. Wait, Satoru." you protests and push him away from you, which made him back away.

"What is it?" he asks.

"I—I haven't… done this before." you mumble and look away from him and hide your flustered face using the back of your palm.

Satoru's eyes widen when your words echo inside his ears.

"You're a virgin?" he asks. You nod.

He can almost feel himself cum just by hearing that. Does this mean he gets to ruin and break you? Does this mean he's able to corrupt your sweet mind by fucking you dumb and filling you to the brim? Just by thinking that makes him want to rip every cloth clinging to your body right now, bend you over his desk, and fuck you mercilessly. Turns out Suguru is right when he said, "I bet that student of yours is a virgin".

He better treat him a drink later then.

"Don't worry," he whispers. "I'll do all the work."

Satoru removes your shirt and unclasps your bra as he continues to shower your neck with kisses, down to your collarbone, making you look up so he can have more access to your neck. You bite your lower lip to prevent yourself from releasing moans and whimpers.

Satoru's kisses lower down to your chest until his lips sucks one of your nipples, making you whimper. His other hand massages your other breast. Now you're half-naked on your professor's couch as he sucks your nipples, which made your body hot and your pussy throb. As Satoru continues to ravage your tits, he can already feel himself getting hard inside his pants. As much as he wants to fill you up, he also wants to take his time ravaging every part of your body.

"Ahh… feels good…" you moan, forgetting that you're still inside your professor's office and the door is still unlocked.

Satoru doesn't have any classes and is currently on his break for the moment. You, on the other hand, still have another class taught by Suguru Getou. Also another class that you're very active on. You've never been absent in any of his classes. Now he's gonna wonder where you are. But that is the least of your worries now that Satoru is taking of your skirt.

"Oh, you're all soaked for me, huh?" Satoru looks up at you then to your panties that are now soaked with your juices.

His fingers glide along your slit, making let out a moan. Your eyes widen when you realized you had moaned a bit louder that someone from outside could hear it. Your hands immediately cover your mouth but Satoru continues to play with your still covered cunt.

"Nghh… Satoru, please…" you whimper against his touch but he didn't pay attention to your pleas.

Satoru's fingers pull your panties down until it reaches your ankles, revealing your dripping cunt that is now aching for him.

"Holy shit. You're dripping wet for me," he chuckles then stares at your flustered state. You're wearing nothing but your black thigh-high socks that Satoru didn't bother removing. He thinks it added to your sexiness and he isn't wrong.

Satoru's tongue met your wet slit, slowly licking it from bottom to the top. Your hand went to cover your mouth so you could muffle your moans while the other grips his hair. Satoru holds the back of your thighs, making it rest on his shoulder as he devours your cunt aggressively as if it's his last meal. The lewd slurping made by Satoru filled the room while you try your best to muffle your moans, but as soon as he plunges in one finger while he continues to lick and suck your pussy, you lost it.

"Ahh! Fuck…" you moan, which made the man stop and pulls away from your throbbing, dripping pussy. "'m sorry. 'm sorry, sir… didn't mean to—didn't mean to moan."

"I really can't trust you, can I? I told you to keep quiet, right?" Satoru asks and you nod. His hands reach down to your panties and curls it into a ball before making you open your mouth, pushing your panties inside to muffle your moans. "There. Better keep quiet, sweetheart."

Satoru continues to lick your pussy while he fingers you. His tongue alternated between licking, lapping, and sucking your cunt while his finger moves in and out of you. You want to scream his name; want to tell him to make you cum; and want to tell him to fill you up but you can't because of the fabric stopping you from doing so. The only thing you could do is to grip his hair and curl your toes.

"Fuck, you taste so fucking good. So fucking good," he moans and continues to lap your cunt.

Your breathing becomes more shallow as you can feel yourself getting closer and closer into climax. Satoru inserts another finger inside of you while he sucks your clit, making you bit the fabric inside of your mouth. He can already feel your walls tightening, clenching around his fingers, meaning you're getting closer to cumming. Satoru pulls away from licking your cunt and pulls your panties out of your mouth. He presses his lips roughly against yours while three of his fingers move in and out in a rapid pace inside your cunt, creating lewd squelching noises.

Satoru pulls away from the kiss and immediately covers your mouth to prevent you from moaning loudly. You couldn't do anything but pant against him while he kisses your neck. Satoru removes his hand from your mouth but he didn't stop from fingering you.

"Bite on my shoulders, baby, c'mon. You don't want others to come in and see you like this, right?"

You didn't hesitate to bite him on his shoulders to muffle your moans. His fingers move so fast inside of you that you bit so hard, making Satoru wince but he didn't complain as his fingers continue to torture you.

"Satoru… stop—stop, I'm going to—"

"What? You gonna cum? Then do it. Don't hold back." he whispers.

"N-no… I think I'm gonna—fuck—please, Satoru… stop. I'm gonna—" you try to muffle your moans and one of your hands try to stop him from moving his fingers but he didn't. Instead, his fingers got a bit faster. "I'm gonna pee—Satoru, stop!"

Instead of stopping, Satoru smirks and carries on fingering you. You couldn't do anything and just bit his shoulders again to muffle your moans and whimpers. Tears roll down to your cheeks because of the stimulation Satoru is giving you. He knew you were getting close but he kept going until you releas all over his fingers, making you let out a hoarse cry. You were panting so hard and your temple, your neck, your forehead, your body is soaked with your sweat while Satoru's fingers is covered with your juices.

"You did so good for me, Y/N," Satoru whispers on the crook of your neck while you pant and try to catch your breath. The air is hot between the two of you. Sweat dripping down your forehead, down your temple, even your chest is covered with sweat that is clinging to Satoru's shirt.

"I—I didn't know I could…" you pant.

"What? Didn't know you can squirt?" Satoru smirks before giving you a kiss on your forehead despite being covered in sweat. He didn't mind it. "Do you think you can do it again for me?"

You gulp before replying.

"I don't know. 'm tired, 'Toru. Don't think I can—can cum again."

"Why don't you make me cum then?" he smirks. Satoru pulls out his phone and places it on the sofa.

Satoru guides you down until your face meets his bulge. You look up at him before unzipping his pants and pulling it down. You gulp before your hands slowly takes down his boxer that is covering his hard cock. As soon as you did, Satoru's cock sprung free, slapping against his abdomen. A prominent vein runs along the underside of his cock. Its pink tip is throbbing and releasing precum, making you gulp at the sight of how huge he is.

"Go on, sweetheart. Make me cum," he mumbles before getting comfortable on the couch. Both of his arms are spread on the backrest, his cerulean eyes stares down at you as if it's glowing at the sight of seeing you on your knees in front of his cock.

You lean closer and part your lips, lolling your tongue out. Slowly, you lick the tip of Satoru's cock, tasting his cum that coated your tongue. Your action made Satoru bring his head back, resting it on the backrest as he puts one of his hands on your head, gripping your hair. His breathing became shallow while you continue to lick the length of his cock.

Satoru stares down at you, servicing him then to his phone beside him. A smirk crept on his lips before he grabs his phone then opening the camera application, capturing your image of licking cock. Satoru takes a couple more before filming the way you take his cock, making him inhale sharply.

You were oblivious about Satoru filming you. You got tired of licking his length then, slowly, you take in every inch of his hard cock. You try your best not to gag because of how big he is. Your eyes start to produce tears again but you still carry on taking it all. Satoru couldn't help but moan at the feeling of your hot tongue swirling against his length, but he didn't bother covering his mouth with his free hands.

His right hand is holding his phone, filming the sight of you bobbing your head up and down while the other is on the back of your head, gripping your hair and guiding you to take him inside your mouth. When you stare up at Satoru, still continuing to bob your head up and down, your eyes meet his cellphone camera. Satoru smirks at how you look up at him.

Surely he won't share this with anyone else, right?

Well, he actually did. After saving the video, Satoru immediately sent it to Suguru, who is currently teaching.

Satoru put his phone down before he pushes the back of your head so hard, that you were forced to take everything in him. Your nose is buried on his pubic hair and his balls are making contact with your chin, making you gag and a spurt of saliva gushes down the sides of your lips. The tip of Satoru's cock is hitting the back of your throat that you couldn't help but gag again.

"Ahh… fuck. You're taking it all," he chuckles. His fingers curl your hair behind your head, gripping it so tight that you closed your eyes because of the pain stinging your scalp. "Ever wonder how your classmates are going to react when they see the top student fucking her professor? They're gonna start thinking that—fuck—that you're fucking your professor so you can get high grades."

Satoru's words made your heart race when you realize that there's a chance he's going to leak the photos and videos he took earlier. God, he might've already done it. You couldn't do anything but sniff and cry below him as your mind wonders the outcome of Satoru leaking the videos. You're so ruined. Your reputation, your dignity, even your future career might be ruined because of his actions.

His hands grips your hair from behind as he pushes your head and taking it back, making you take his cock in and out of your mouth. Satoru's breathing becomes shallow once more, feeling your hot tongue swirl around his length and the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat that made him moan. He couldn't help it.

"So good… so fucking good," he moans as he continues to bob your head. Satoru's moans and lewd noises fill the room, that you only wish that others won't hear it from outside.

Satoru couldn't help but pick up the pace. The way his hand pushes your head to make you take him became faster, much harder, that he's basically fucking your throat. Your jaw is aching and you're trying your best to not gag against his cock. Tears continue to fall down as he fucks your throat in a merciless pace that his balls are slapping against your chin.

He can already feel himself getting closer into climax. His breathing became shallow, chest going up and down in a rapid pace, while he tries not to moan by biting his lips so hard that blood started to come out of his lips.

"Fuck… fuck, I'm gonna cum. Oh, god—fuck." he moans and as you were about to pull away, Satoru uses his hand to push the back of your head, forcing you to take every inch of him. You couldn't do anything but swallow your professor's cum.

When Satoru pushes your head away, you take his cock out of your mouth that is now covered with your saliva. His fingers wipe away the saliva and cum beside your lips before he grips your jaw to make you look at him.

Satoru couldn't help but smirk at the sight of you kneeling for him, taking his cock, and looking so ruined and helpless. Now he knows what it's like to break you; to ruin you. Tears continue to fall down your cheeks and he realizes that it's not because of his cock gagging you anymore.

"You cryin'?" he asks, the smirk still not disappearing his face. He lets out a chuckle before letting go of your jaw. "God, you look so pretty when you cry."

"So—you're so mean, 'Toru," you sniff.

"Well, being nice and friendly all the time is a bit boring, don't you think?" he chuckles. "Now, bend on the desk like the good girl you are."

"But someone could hear," you mumble.

"Class isn't over in 40 minutes, sweetheart. If you don't wanna get caught, you better keep your mouth shut while I fuck you hard." he smirks before ordering you to bend on the desk again.

You did as Satoru told you. You make your way to his desk and bend your upper body over while your ass is up. Satoru caresses your ass, squeezing it against the palm of his hands, making you moan. The white-haired man stares at you with a disapproving look in his face.

Satoru pumps his cock in his palm before pushing it inside of you. The man couldn't help but moan at the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around his length that he had to cover his mouth with his hand to prevent himself from moaning loud. You, on the other hand, bit your lips as Satoru continues to push his cock inside of you. Tears fall down to your cheeks and you couldn't help but squirm against Satoru.

"Oh, fuck. You're clenching around me, sweetheart," Satoru chuckles, followed by a quiet moan. He leans in and his chest is now against your back as he whispers to you. "You know, as much as I wanna take this slow, someone could come in and see you like this. Might as well make this quick, yeah?" he chuckles before thrusting hard in you.

"Ah! Fuck…!" you shriek, making your eyes widen and immediately cover your mouth when you realized what you had done. "'m sorry, 'm sorry, sir…" you mumble.

Satoru squeezes your cheeks together before whispering in your ear. "I told you not to make a sound, didn't I? God, you're such a fucking brat. Never thought my best student would be this disobedient." Satoru's hot breath sends shivers down your spine.

The man uses his right hand to cover your mouth while he pounds in and out of you in a slow yet hard pace. Every thrust is slow yet it would reach deep inside you. Satoru tries his best to prevent himself from moaning as his thrusts become harder, faster, and deeper.

"Mmph!" You moan against his hand.

"Fuck, fuck! 'm sorry, I couldn't hold it, sweetheart." Just then, Satoru's hands hold both of your hips and thrusts his cock so deep inside you, reaching your cervix that you can see a marked bulge inside your abdomen.

You're small compared to Satoru, that your legs dangles as while he continues to fuck you from behind.

Satoru's thrusts mercilessly inside of you, balls slapping against your ass, creating lewd noises that filled the room while you try not to moan at the top of your lungs. You bit your lip so hard that blood starts to spill out and drip down your chin. It hurts so much that you used your hands to cover your mouth, muffling your moans.

"Ngh! 'Toru, 'toru! Hurts… it hurts…" you whine in a muffled tone but that doesn't stop you from chanting his name again and again. "Oh, god. Oh, god. Sir…! Aah!"

Because of your whining, Satoru grips your hair and pulls you to him, your back is now against his chest and his head on the crook of you neck as he drills his cock inside of you. Your back arched against his, showing his bulge inside of your abdomen every time he thrusts inside. Satoru's hand covered your mouth but it still wasn't enough to stop you from moaning.

The head of his cock keeps hitting on that sweet spot of yours each time his hips would meet yours. You close your eyes tight and tears fall down your cheeks as you can feel yourself getting closer and closer into reaching your climax again.

"Shit—you're clenching around me. You gonna cum? Come on, then, cum for me. Cum on this cock, baby." Satoru doesn't stop thrusting as he whispers those words to you.

You're so close into reaching your orgasm, so close that you can practically see stars until Satoru thrusted so deep, which finally made you cum around his cock. The man quickly pulls out and pumps his cock, his cum is now on your back.

"You don't think I'm done yet, do you?" he smirks before manhandling you and turning you around. He picked up your panties on the floor, curls it into a ball and shoves it inside your mouth. Satoru made you lie on your back on his desk and put both of your legs on his shoulder before thrusting into you again.

"Mmph!" you wince and close your eyes tightly.

Satoru didn't waste a time and continues to fuck you in a merciless pace. Your body is going go give up any minute now because you came so many times and Satoru's not yet finished with you. You don't even think that he gave you a break.

"Nggh! Mmph! 'Toru!"

It hurts! He's so big, I can't take it anymore!

Satoru chuckles at the sight of you being fucked dumb by his cock and he's not going to let this moment pass without capturing it. Satoru picks up his phone on the shaking table beside you and opens the camera app and starts filming you as he fucks your aching pussy.

When you realized what he's doing, you turn your head to the sides in hopes of not capturing your face. But Satoru grips your jaw and turns your head to his direction as he continues to film you.

"God, Y/N, you're such a slut for me. What would the entire university think if I—fuck—if I shared this to everyone, huh?" he chuckles while you cry beneath him.

Using his other hand, Satoru holds both of your wrists and places it on top of your head to stop you from squirming so much against him. The camera of his phone left your face then turns to the lewd sight of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy.

Satoru puts the phone down and uses his free hand to rub your aching clit while still pumping his cock inside you. You shriek and arch your back because of the overstimulation. Satoru's touch made you cum so hard that it spills against his abdomen. Your try to catch your breathing while Satoru pulls out and pumps his cock again, spilling his cum all over your stomach.

"You did good for me, sweetheart," he mumbles before giving you a kiss on your forehead. "Now, let's clean you up." he says and takes the box of tissue sitting on his desk.

Satoru gently cleans his cum on your stomach, on your back, then your aching cunt. He removes your panties from your mouth before giving you a passionate kiss. You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his neck.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asks.

"Uhm, I—I like it when you're rough," you mumble, making him smile.

Just when you're about to kiss him again, you heard the door suddenly open, making your eyes widen, but that wasn't Satoru's reaction, no. In fact, a smirk grows on his face when he sees the person coming in.

"God, Satoru, you're such a whore. Done, already?" Your other professor with long, raven-hair tied in man bun walks in. Professor Getou Suguru.

"Perfect timing, Suguru. We're just about to start again." Satoru chuckles, which made your eyes widen as you look at your professors.

"What?" you mumble but was ignored by both men.

"Count me in then," Suguru says before loosening his tie.

Oh, I am so fucked.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk headcanons #gojo headcanons #gojo imagine #gojo satoru x reader

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luffyvace · 4 months

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dunno if you do shalnark x reader fics but i can barely find any of my silly goober so here i am asking 😭🙏

its chill if you don’t, dw about it, but i was wondering if you could do one of shalnark and like a closed off reader that he tries so desperately to open up to him. make it as fluffy or angsty as you want 🙏🙏🧎 WWW

UM YES I DO?! I LOVE OUR SILLY LITTLE NOT SO RUSSIAN HACKER⁉️💗💗

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA?! Why has no one thought of this?? Hcs are popping into my head as I TYPE THIS. I’m going to make it fluffy bc I’m a sucker for it 😊 thank you for requesting anon!! :)

(btw I don’t really do fics, just hcs, but I’ll write it in a sort of fic way as possible <3)

For these I’ll do reader who’s in phantom troupe or at least knows he’s in it

the reason for you being closed of may vary, you could naturally be like that or you could be scarred with trauma

who knows?

You.

in which I let you decide why you are the way you are :)

besides the point

shalnark really does do everything to get you to open up to him

every love language, every bribery possible, even light empty threats!

nothing.

You don’t crack a bit.

first is love languages:

“N/nnn why don’t you talk to me today??”

he came over to you and snuggled up close to you

you either turn away or completely ignore him

”come on now, I’m your boyfriend! Don’t you wanna talk to me??”

you attention doesn’t move at all from what you were doing

“Your so coldhearted towards me, don’t you care about me at all? Don’t you love me?” He pouts. He knows the answer. He just wants you to show it

”I’m in a dangerous criminal organization you know? I could die any second! Won’t you care??”

you don’t bat an eye

he chooses not to sigh and give up today

he playfully starts kissing you all over your face

hugging you tighter, caressing your hair

still nothing

i feel this is another reason he likes you

your a enigma to him

he doesn’t view you as a toy though—of course not! He loves you, but your so fascinating to him, you really know how to keep a man on his toes

he can’t figure out why you are the way you are and you won’t tell him

you accept his proposal to be his s/o but won’t say you love him? Won’t cuddle or kiss? His gifts collect dust?

this man hardly knew love in his childhood and now your still deriving him of it 😗

you may or may not know that and you may or may not feel guilty about it

but as for words of affs

”_____ I love you”

”…”

”I love you, _____”

”okay?..”

”your supposed to say it back!”

”I said okay”

”say you love me too!!”

”so what’s the troupes plans?”

”stop changing the subject!”

bro is never getting that I love you 🤦‍♀️

gifts??

”_____ I got you a gift!” *insert him handing you something you really love that he found out through hacking not from you*

“I don’t want it”

”liar! This is your favorite!! Just accept it ___”

“Put it on the table..”

*que shalnark dropping his shoulders with a dull look while tossing it on the table

he knows your never gonna touch it

or at least never let him see

as far as quality time that’s the one he gets away with the most

LOL

he could spend all day with you and you really wouldn’t say anything

following you around and such

the fact that you never do lets him know you do love him

eventually he figures it might be your love language

If someone in your past did this to you?

you can bet he tracked them down and gave them to feitan >:)

he didn’t tell him what they did tho he just said ‘hey here’s another victim’

now he’s not really a torture guy but we know he is somewhat apathetic himself

maybe even sadistic

either way he definitely watched this torture session

he wouldn’t want to miss out on the pain of the one(s) who hurt you

he likely tells you afterwards to see your reaction

he could tell if it still traumatizes you based on that and if it is he tries extra hard to get you to open back up

if not he’s kinda back to square one..

About the light threats

he’d threaten to reveal embarrassing moments and secrets of yours if you don’t give him a kiss in the next 24 hours

the first time he did this you glared thinking he would

but after you found out it was empty you ignored all other threats

the reason you ignored the first one was you didn’t really like people anyway so you were kinda just like forget it, whatever

If you did give him the kiss- PROGRESSSSSSSSS

finally⁉️

you don’t fall for it twice after you realize it was empty though

but this means your not against it! You just prefer not to!

and now it’s confirmed you love him!!

YIPPIE

I hope you enjoyed your hcs anon! they were a bit short but i like the ending :)

THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE SHALNARK HCS RN!! (I love the gif i put of him)

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yesloulou · 9 months

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ALEXIS, I just reblogged your ask about how checo has been flopping since ausgp and your whole point of the narrative remind me of something I’ve been trying to put into words for so long and I think I’ve finally GOT IT:

As much as racing bros don’t want to admit it, F1 isn’t just about racing. It��s theatre and spectacle like literally ALL FORMS of entertainment is. And there always has to be a story. Look at how a large section of F1 fans have termed this season as “boring”. Even during the merc domination years, there was a clear story: Lewis going after record after record (“how high can he climb” type narrative) and he had the nico rivalry to bolster his title reigns. Seb also had a very clear narrative for his return to the title scene.

Max, as much as I love him, doesn’t really have a “story” per say and checo is NOT anywhere close to providing him with one. But who has a better story this season than Daniel Ricciardo? The whole Icarus falling, prodigal son returning, tireless underdog storyline is ALL RIGHT THERE. And that’s why he’s been generating the most headlines all season, even before he got into the AT seat.

While we’re on the subject, who has a better story WITH MAX expect Daniel Ricciardo? His favorite teammate, the only one to beat him in equal machinery, the one who’s clawed his way back to the top after so much struggle while Max has had so much success? Just imagine how much more Max’s third title would mean if it came down to him and Danny in that last race, than him and Checo…who he’s already dominated all season 🙄 It’s actually a disservice to Max more than anything that he doesn’t have a real “battle” like he did with Lewis and Charles the last two years.

But they have Danny there as their ace they can pull out and suddenly EVERYONE is invested in seeing them go at it, even if its only one more time. In short, this is my essay that I’ll be second to RB headquarters as to why they need to switch Danny over in Vegas 👼

What you said!!!

(Btw saying max's season doesn't have a story is not a dig at all imo. He has no story because him and the new reg rb cars have been unchallenged. It really just speaks for how good he is as a driver and rb has been as a team.)

I really enjoy looking at the juxtaposition of how F1 exists because of the athletic spirit of pushing human performance to the extreme but at the same time is a media/entertainment event at its core. Especially in the context of Daniel's career, since he is a bit of an outlier in terms of career trajectory vs marketability (and is therefore more telling of how F1 functions as an ecosystem).

It's really no secret that F1 doesn't thrive under single team dominance. The more competitive the field is, the more interest there will be for the races and ultimately for the sport (source: domenicali himself). People's interest then translates directly into F1's livelihood bc F1 as an organization profits primarily through selling broadcasting rights and ad opportunities. Now that RBR has built themselves a gap even bigger than F1 had expected (source also domenicali) with no signs of slowing down or as you pointed out, alternative marketing angles/entry points like the lewis/nico situation, this season has begun to bore, which will hurt F1 financially, if not already.

On the other hand, it's against sportsmanship for F1 to do anything that can be considered manipulation to change this reality (it was explicitly stated that F1 "cannot intervene" RB's dominance). Domenicali's best bet (and what F1 has been doing so far) is to exercise budget caps in hopes of a convergence over time and a shortening of RB's cycle of dominance, with 'hope' being the keyword since there are way too many factors for anybody to really predict how this RB era will ultimately play out. While the hoping and waiting continue, F1 is in need of other ways to keep their seasons interesting. And you're absolutely right about this being where Daniel's marketability (existing and potential) comes into play. On top of the fact that people are simply massively interested in him in or out of a car, front or back at the field**, he also has the potential ability to make the championship itself interesting again, something Ferarri, Merc, Checo (and Domenicali himself for the time being) have all failed to do. As marketing-minded as F1's management is (remember when Domenicali literally flew to nyc for red bull's 2023 car launch with horner but then decided last minute to not attend in order to give Ford the full spotlight?), I wouldn't be surprised at all if they welcome Daniel's comeback as much as his fans, or maybe even more so due to its financial implications.

This is ofc not to say F1 can or will do anything about it (just like on principle they can't intervene RB's dominance). But if you think about it, at this point, everyone -- fans, media, sponsors, suppliers (the amount of ford/daniel content we've seen so far), Red Bull as a team, F1 as an organization, even (or like, especially) Max himself -- all want to see and benefit from Daniel coming back on top (except for maybe Checo but at the rate he's been going lately i actually don't know anymore lol). This is a momentum whose importance should not be underestimated. This is exactly why, even though Daniel's stock was at an all time low after mclaren, he was given opportunities and tool sets to rebuild and reestablish himself in this otherwise extremely exclusive, brutal in nature sport. Red Bull (and Mercedes at one point) does not do this out of charity or nostalgia. They're simply an acting agent for this momentum.

Anyways, this is why I think Daniel's F1 career is far from over. People who are quick to conclude "without a wdc ricciardo can't just come and go like alonso" fail to recognize that even not racing, Daniel generates more public interest than the majority of the grid**, an interest that ultimately ties back to this sport, which puts him in a very unique position.

** According to google, Daniel created thee biggest headline F1 has had in the past 3 months, with his overall google search volume ranking 3rd amongst all drivers despite not actively racing.

#asks #*#f1 #daniel ricciardo #red bull racing #ss23 #also whenever I see someone dismisses Daniel for 'only having PR value/marketability going for him' or whatever (which is also wrong in #itself) i wonder where they think F1 really get their money from lol. like. that's the whole point.

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reallyprofoundkryptonite · 9 months

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I always find it weird how people essentially handle Krogan and Eret as

“Oh Eret joined the dragon riders so he he’s good now!” And “Krogan never joined the dragon riders so he’s objectively evil and we should hate him.”

When in reality with the situation about Drago and whatnot, both Eret AND Krogan were in an abusive situation with Drago, and Krogan, was most likely in that situation far longer than Eret was anyways. Krogan was called “Drago’s Star Pupil” by VIGGO HIMSELF. (You know, everyone’s favorite villain.) and it leaves enough to state that Krogan was most likely a literal child when Drago got his hands on him.

The other things that I will point out is that if this is true, from what I remember, Drago is 55ish in httyd 2, and essentially that could hint at the fact that Krogan has been with Drago since Krogan was around five, which would make Drago 35.

My point is that, despite the fact that we’ve actively seen Krogan doing bad things, a lot of his actions can essentially and very easily be boiled down to just following orders, and the fear of being hurt by Drago. Eret clearly has PTSD (thanks @rodimus75leek for pointing that one out Btw) but if Eret has PTSD from Drago, then so does Krogan, especially since Krogan has suffered from twenty years worth of abuse from Drago.

The reason why Krogan NEVER thought to abandon Drago was because he most likely had Stockholm Syndrome, and/or he thought that he was desreving of the horrendous treatment that he was most likely subjected to at a young age because he thought it was normal for someone “Like Him” to be treated as nothing more than a tool.

Krogan’s behavior, underneath this thought process, is also completely understandable because that is how the human mind works. If faced with stress or threats, the human mind will force itself to DO AS TOLD, because like any animal, the survival of itself is far more important than the individual’s moral code. And this is a proven theory.

The fact that this is also a very complex thing, that can be scurried down to whatever is that whenever people are making jabs at Krogan, and then proceed to hold Viggo Grimborn up on a pedestal like he is better than Krogan in any way is also disgusting. Viggo isn’t better than Krogan. He’s worse, objectively.

No matter how you put it, pre redemption arc Viggo is not a sympathetic character. While he may have had trauma in his past, Viggo committed war crimes that broke the Geneva Convention on several occasions, such as going after civilians that were not involved in a war he was fighting, simply because they were allied with his current enemy.

Pre-Redemption arc Viggo Grimborn’s sole intention for dragon hunting, was for the money. He said it himself. He is not a monster, he is a businessman. He doesn’t see the things he’s doing out of pure greed as evil because at the end of the day, he was essentially the How to Train Your Dragon version of Elon Musk. A multibillionaire dragon hunting CEO who only cares about profits.

Going back to Krogan, the worst things he’s done on screen is the singetail breeding program (which you know, happens all the time with people breeding dogs irl), and the fact that Krogan killed someone on screen. Which guess what? VIGGO DID THAT TOO.

Calling Krogan evil, simply because he never reached out for help or sided with the dragon riders, is gross. It is victim blaming.

#httyd #krogan #httyd rtte #krogan rtte #krogan httyd #rtte #httyd fandom #httyd krogan #rtte viggo #rtte krogan #viggo grimborn #fandom discussion #character in depth analysis #eret #eret httyd #eret son of eret

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darklinsblog · 2 years

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Heyyy I wanted to ask if you could write something about Desire where they and the reader are like sworn enemies but the reader almost dies/gets captured and Desire safes them?

(love everything you did about sandman so far btw)

The Endless Foe

Author’s note: The reader is based of the Egyptian goddess Maat, and this will be a female since Maat is presented as female in mythology.

Pairing: Desire of the Endless x Fem! Goddess reader

Warnings: description of violent scenes

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You had had many names over the centuries, as the Egyptian Goddess of truth, Justice and cosmic harmony, you appreciated balance above all things, after all that was your purpose and calling to humanity. You met the Endless in the 2000 B.C. As the Endless requested your help to neutralize an very dangerous vortex that was hiding in your kingdom, with all your power an immediate access to the vortex it took months of a really extensive and methodical plan, but the threat was neutralized, you all went your separate ways.

Desire and yourself hadn’t exactly “hit it off” on that first encounter and they got in your nerves, every single chance they got. Desire was the utter antithesis of what you represented, they were mischievous, tricky, had to always get their way and didn’t care who they might end up hurting in the end. In retrospect, it was natural for you to “repel” one another.

Over the course of time, Desire had made it their personal task to get under your skin till all the stars in the sky disappeared. Your kingdom had disappeared as the Egyptian civilization fell, keeping only the pyramids as a tangible reminder your glory days existed. Your true name “Maat” being recorded in history books along with many images your subjects did as a form of respect and worship.

Nowadays you were living amongst humanity as one of their own, fulfilling your propose, constantly grounding yourself and learning all kinds of things from humans.

You hadn’t seen Desire in over 3 centuries, which meant last time you saw them you the Ottoman Empire was still intact, and putting on a dress was a three to five people job.

He had appeared on your doorstep with the appearance of a male aristocratic looking to congratulate your husband Robert Walpole on becoming the first Prime Minister of Great Britain, you knew those unmistakable golden shimmery eyes like the back of your hand.

“What are you doing here?” You asked Desire as you dragged him into the main bedroom. He chuckled darkly at your irritation.

“Isn’t it indecorous for a respectable married woman such as yourself to have another man in her bedroom?” He taunted with a low husky voice, making your cheeks burn with a mixture of anger and nervousness. Even if he wasn’t one of your favorite people in the world per se, you couldn’t help but admit he had something alluring about his presence.

“I do not owe you any explanations, especially when you’re the one that invaded my home”

“I beg your pardon? Invasion you say? Baby… I was invited”

Your mind couldn’t help but wonder what the Endless was up to thinking about your last interaction, even when you wouldn’t say it out loud, you missed him.

“Hey Y/N could you help me with the stock back here?” Kaia, your coworker asked.

“Sure” you said following her inside the warehouse and as the lights seem to slowly fade away, you felt uneasy, something was off. But before you could say anything you felt a sharp object hit the back of your head with an incredible force.

You woke up abruptly, feeling cold and dizzy, your head was pounding as you took in your surroundings, you had no idea where you were, but a rattle followed your moves, and that’s when you noticed the shackles on your wrists and ankles, a heavy and long set of chains coming from them. The floor beneath you was humid and dirty, you were barely dressed and just as your mind was flooded with thousands of questions the door opened, showing Kaia.

“Glad to see you’re awake” she said.

“Kaia? What’s going on?”

“You really thought you could hide didn’t you? Maat?”

At the mention of your true name your eyes filled with surprise, confusion and fear. You realized then this wasn’t any unfortunate event, this was an orchestrated scheme to abduct you. You were a means to an end as Kaia seeked to possess your powers, saying you weren’t worthy of your gifts.

So, you became Kaia’s personal Guinea pig, she conducted all sorts of cruel experiments on you, taking out samples of your blood and tissue, while also putting you under stress to provoke your powers, you were constantly administrated unknown drugs to completely deprive you of your willpower and strength.

Your captors humiliated you in all possible ways, and no matter how hard you tried to escape, you would only cause yourself more pain as you were beaten up.

You laid on the floor after an awfully long day, you were covered in bruises and scratches, shaking in cold and fear, you were reduced to nothingness. Had no sense of time, aside from the growing sense of hopelessness that invaded your mind.

“Desire” you said in a whisper

“Desire, I need you” you pleaded, drifting away into unconsciousness.

At the sound of your voice, Desire turned around, puzzled as to why you were calling him. Out of all people, you were the one he least expected to hear from. Out of pure curiosity he attended your call, thinking you just wanted to mess with their mind.

But Desire wasn’t ready for what he would find when responding your call.

You were sickly pale and evidently weakened, Desire felt his anger boiling inside him, he was so used to seeing you glow and being so graciously collected that he couldn’t put into words the worry he felt when he found you in such fragile state. He ran to you, cupping your worryingly cold face.

“Maat” he spoke, your eyes barely being able to open. At the sight of those golden eyes you smiled weakly

“You came…” your voice broke, making his eyes water, relieved to know you still had some life in you.

“I’ll get you out of here, but first I need to take care of whoever did this to you. They will regret ever laying a single finger on you” Desire promised not being able to contain their anger, your eyes closed yet again, and he was thankful, because you wouldn’t approve their actions.

Desire made an example out of your captors, clouded by rage, he didn’t find amusing the way they screamed for mercy, how the room was tinted red. No, he had a mission to avenge you, this wasn’t about him, this was about sending a message to the world.

If anyone dared to touch you, they would deal with Desire. He would make them pay for hurting you.

When the punishment was done, Desire was covered in blood, his pupils dilated with indescribable emotion, and he returned to you, freed you from your prison and took you to his realm so you could recover.

Next time you regained consciousness, you were fully dressed and cleaned, you recognized Desire’s frame before you and he touched your face softly.

“Are you alright?” Desire asked with genuine concern

“You saved me”

“Your welcome”

“Why?” Desire looked at you intensely, taking a moment before responding

“Because eternity will be a hundred times more boring without you” he smiled.

#the sandman comics #sandman imagine #sandman netflix #desire imagine #desire x reader #desire headcanons #sandman shitpost #desire of the endless #desire #love #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus dream

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chrysanthemumgames · 9 months

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I cannot thank you enough for writing this story. I absolutely love everything in it: the plot, the characters, the relationship progression, the warm feelings it gives. You're such a great writer! When there is an update, it makes my day (or mostly night as I sit well past midnight reading new chapters because I have no self control in regards to FOA lol).

I absolutely loved reading the parts on Olympus with different goddesses in the last chapter. Each of them was a delight <3 Though Athena is my favorite. I wonder if we will see more of them, or you haven't planned this far yet for the next book? Sorry if this question is spoilerish somehow.

I'm sooo curious about the situation in the Underworld and what were the cast reactions soon after the MC was taken away (I'm just saying, not asking you to elaborate btw). Charon's fist clench for a moment in the dream sequence makes me want to open up their head to see what were they thinking then 💔 Can't wait to reunite with all of them.

Thank you for all your hard work!

I also have no self control when it comes to reading, so I definitely understand the sentiment, anon.

I do have plans for the goddesses to appear in the sequel, though I'm not sure how many times or for how long just yet. They're a lot of fun to write, and if they appear at all anyway, it's because they're a friend of the PC, so I think it makes sense for them to have a role.

I am as a matter of fact working on writing the reunion now. It's sort of in the middle of something else, so it's a little restrained for the time being (except for the PCs who care literally nothing about social convention or potential public embarrassment, which... fair). But the more heartfelt one is likely to be the main subject of the epilogue, and I'm really looking forward to writing that. :)

#ask #kind anons

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swirlygigg · 4 months

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for the ask game: 2, 10, 34! (this is irisfixation btw, i'm just doing anon so i don't message from my main)

hi @irisfixation :)! no problemo, i gotcha!

2. Describe your first experience with hypnosis.

ooh... i kind of am split about what counts as my first! i think i generally like self-hypnosis so i'll talk about that. i remember being like REALLY interested in hypnosis while growing up and like many nerdy, kinky people, i also spent a lot of time in the library. i think i must have been around 13 when i was trying self-hypnosis--it was some book that was generally just about self-hypnosis for self-improvement--but i remember getting really relaxed and finally pushing past that "ooh, am i hypnotized yet?" voice in my head! it was a very brief trance honestly, i probably was not in it for more than a couple minutes or so because i was a very self-conscious teenager, but the kind of floaty, relaxed, and mellow feeling that i got from it are still my reference point for trances today!

10. Are you a difficult subject?

literally not at all LOL my favorite kinky stuff to do of all time is roleplay and to some degree, you train yourself to be hypnotized by roleplaying until you get it!

as i mentioned i also really like self-hypnosis so even if the other person hasn't totally nailed down their hypnotic skills, i can kind of nudge myself along the path!

(btw open invitation to come practice your hypnosis skills with me <3)

34. What’s one fictional character you’ve fantasised about hypnotising/being hypnotised by?

GOD UMMMM haha! i will talk about both sides because i think that's kind of fun.

as far as fantasizing about hypnotizing someone... well so much of it has to do with the voice. like you know some people are into the eyefluttering or eye rolls, which is like also hot, don't get me wrong!!! i like that too! but if someone has a really good voice... and you can imagine them repeating after what you say in that sleepy hypnotized voice people get... AUGH (///) it's so. i can't even describe properly. it's like the hottest thing in the world to have a good voice. so if a character has what i consider a good voice for hypnosis, it's more fun to fantasize about that.

being hypnotized by a character. oh my god. there's this scene in t@karazuka's production of elisabeth where der tod is kind of like leading the dance in the song "the shadows grow longer" and it's like. EEK. i kind of just have to put the video in here so you understand, but der tod is like manipulating rudolf and it's like. hot. how do i describe how hot i find m1zu's performance of this character... girl she is IN my fantasies. she is a regular player in them. there are for sure other characters i have thought about but like the helplessness in this scene. OUGH

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#swirlygigg speaks #hypnok1nk #hypnotized

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linklethehistorian · 1 year

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Linkle, I must know, what are your thoughts on Mori as a character? His actions and motivations?? Id love to hear your opinion, btw that last chapter of cherish was great!! I loved it so much!!!

Ahhh hello there, anon, thank you so much! 🥺😭💕💖🥰 It’s such an honor to get a message like this from someone who is reading the fic. 💕🥺💖🥰💕🥺💖🥰 I’m so glad you liked Chapter 12; it definitely has one of my own personal favorite scenes, tbh (but I won’t take up your time talking about that right now lol). Having a fan base for Cherish is truly lovely; I’m so blessed by each and every one of you. 🥺💖

As for your question, I’m always happy to share!

Before I say anything at all on my opinion, though, I’m first going to make it clear that I am completely setting aside that one…particular matter that has been discussed to death by the fandom for the moment, because I fear far too many people tend to forget that it is entirely possible to make any remotely positive commentary on a fictional character without that actually somehow meaning you condone his alleged…preferences. For the people in the back that need to hear this out loud to be set at ease: I in absolutely no way do.

Now with that out of the way for a bit, let’s talk about the rest of Mori. I’ll throw it under the cut, though, both for length and for potential spoilers of multiple light novels (Dark Era, Fifteen, Storm Bringer, etc.) and obviously the manga up to his last appearance in current arc. Oh and obviously the typical Mori-related trigger subjects. Yeah.

Honestly, on a general note, these days I think Mori as a character is super cool; I’m not sure where precisely I’d rate him on the list of characters because I honestly like nearly every character in BSD and think they’re pretty awesomely written, but on a general scale of 1 to 10, he’s a very solid 8 or 9 for me.

My first introduction to him was…admittedly not at all the best possible representation of him.

When I first joined the fandom, I began my journey through the series by watching the anime adaption of Dark Era, at the behest of a dear friend who said I would be best off doing so before I watched the rest of the show (of which there were only two seasons at the time) and then reading the manga, in order to get the best and most meaningful experience; it is not something I remotely regret, and in honesty, I would probably wholeheartedly recommend any new people to do the same, if they intended to start with the anime. Regardless, though, this decision did have the impact of making me immediately strongly dislike Mori as a person from the very start, given what he did to the orphans, Oda, and Dazai by extension.

Really, I wouldn’t say that I came to see him in any particular shades of grey motivation-wise until I watched the episode titled Double Black, in which there was the first reference of what would have become of the Port Mafia and Yokohama as a whole had he not usurped the throne to the organization so many years ago.

After that, I began to look at him with a bit more understanding and curiosity, horrible and ruthless though his nature may still mostly have been. Fifteen (specifically the light novel, NOT the anime) — which it should be said, I think is the best existing canon representation of Mori in terms of giving us a good look at his thoughts and motivations — only amplified that outlook and interest for me, and I think it alone is largely to thank for why I enjoy him as a character as much as I do in current time.

Although he’s definitely not someone I’d feel particularly comfortable writing an entire story solely around — as I don’t believe I’m expert nor absurdly passionate enough to do so compared to some genuine Mori fans that I know are out there out there — I nevertheless really, really do enjoy writing him, especially in Cherish (which is only the second time I’ve written him, if I’m honest — at least, in anything I’d consider publishing, anyway).

There’s just so much potential in him plot and personality-wise; he is incredibly flexible of a person in terms of his thoughts, mannerisms, motivations, and actions, which makes it super fun to explore and play around with when telling a story. I’d say he easily has one of the most fun personalities among the BSD ensemble, purely because of utterly unpredictable it can be; on one hand, he has moments where (at least outwardly) is capable of being extremely friendly, outgoing, generous and unassuming, and yet on the other, he is very much always inwardly observant of all that is going on around him and capable of quickly switching to being cold, calculating, and openly cruel at the drop of a hat. But even then, usually, his cruelty doesn’t come in the form of physical violence; it’s often emotional manipulation, intimidation, taking your fears and weaknesses and using them against you to get him whatever he feels he needs in the present moment. Sometimes, it isn’t even outwardly visible that the switch of gears happened; he knows how to poison you in the sweetest and most unassuming yet effective way possible — whether that poison is literal or metaphorical. He’s definitely the kind of person who could sing you to sing to sleep every night and kiss your cheek every morning even as he’s secretly plotting your demise. lol

That being said, I think a lot of the fandom, in their hatred for him as a person, tends to mischaracterize him a lot, rather than looking at it objectively. I’ve seen a lot of fics and general fandom takes that portray him as a sadistic person who is cruel simply for the sake of being cruel and does terrible things to others purely for the enjoyment factor, but that is 100% not who Mori is; canonically, Mori does what he does mostly, if not entirely, out of what he feels is necessity as the leader of the organization. Now, I’m not saying there may not be parts of him that enjoy certain things he does — it’s certainly more than possible, and even highly probable — but his actions as godfather are driven by achieving what he feels is the optimal solution, not by personal pleasure and amusement; as a matter of fact, in Fifteen, he even made it clear when speaking to Chuuya that he fully acknowledges a lot of what he does is morally reprehensible — he just feels that it is his duty to commit these atrocities for the ‘greater good’ of the organization, and that the end therefore justifies the means.

The thing is, there is a character in BSD who is exactly the way this portion of the fandom characterizes Mori, and he was even a member of the Port Mafia, so if people really wanted to canonically explore this dynamic of a character who wholly gets off on tormenting people, causing suffering and probing others’ heads rather than doing it as just a business practice, they absolutely could still do it and be true to canon by writing about said other character; it’s just that it’s not a convenient truth that a lot of the fandom wants or likes to face — because that would mean acknowledging that it was everyone’s beloved Dazai and not the oh-so-despised Mori who used to think in such a sick and twisted way during his days in the criminal underworld.

Granted, some people do write both characters very well and very accurately, and I applaud them, but I do find it frustrating when the fandom reduces either Mori to this purely evil, sadistic villain who is bad just for the sake of being bad, because he is so much more interesting as he truly is in canon.

It’s this dichotomy where his dedication to the overall well-being of his people and company is admirable and even understandable, yet at the same time his individual actions when you look at them from a moral perspective are pretty much all morally reprehensible in some way, shape, or form — if not in every way. The same is true of his time in the army; as a general concept, his desire to protect Japan during the Great War was on the whole admirable and understandable, we know that he was well-meaning about it, but at the same time, no matter how desperate the situation was, what he did to Yosano and his entire army was absolutely disgusting and unacceptable — especially because it came so easily to him to do it and he made no apologies for it nor expressed any guilt over the suffering he caused later on.

Do I think Mori is, on the whole, a good person? Absolutely not. Do I think that he sometimes has the best of intentions in mind with his schemes? In the grander scheme of things, yes; it’s just that he mostly doesn’t care who or how many he has to hurt to achieve that so long as it’s slightly less than his net gain from doing it, which in turn cancels out things enough to prevent him from ever being labeled as being or acting as a “good person” at any moment.

I think the best, most objective description of him is to say that he’s pragmatic and ruthless.

…And then obviously there’s the part that everyone in the fandom discusses to death — about the main universe version of him being into little girls. Not a whole lot to say about that; it’s gross, it’s wrong, it’s unforgivable, it’s morally reprehensible, and it’s chilling and disturbing and it definitely completely disqualifies him from being labeled a good person even if he had been able to earn that title from something he did somewhere along the way.

That being said — and I know this is probably going to be controversial to a lot of the fandom, so let me say upfront that I’m not saying that that isn’t 100% a valid and understandable reading of who he is and the way he feels based on all the evidence throughout the series, nor am I trying to convince anyone otherwise — purely because it is fiction and therefore all made up to begin with, at least for my own personal comfort, I typically choose in my own personal readings to just look at him as someone with a particular weakness for little girls because he’s fatherly — although I make no effort to claim that to be the objective truth, nor does such interpretation affect or influence any of my writings in any way; it’s simply the way I prefer to engage with BSD on my own personal time — outside of my writings.

As a matter of fact, in my one fic, Bittersweet Belief, he was intentionally written with the intention of being portrayed as a groomer, and in Cherish, his ‘tastes’ will be portrayed no less nor more suspicious than how they are in canon, and therefore it will never be fully, directly addressed, but may be interpreted however you wish.

I do not need people coming to me providing evidence of why they believe there is no way to look at it differently, as again, I am not arguing that it is objectively untrue in any way that Mori is written to be a pedo in BSD, and when in public spaces among other people talking about it I don’t even try to say otherwise, much less convince anyone of it. I understand fandom etiquette and I am not trying to erase anything about him from others’ perceptions in order to make him more “likable”. I am just engaging with BSD, whenever I am personally reading it and watching it, in the way that is more comfortable for me. Nothing more, nothing less.

Anyway, yeah, Mori’s a super fun character to write and observe in the BSD world! I think there’s a lot of depth to him and he’s very well-written — probably among my top past antagonists purely for the super interesting personality and the purely pragmatic outlook to life and business.

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muckyschmuck · 5 months

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I’ve just discovered you and I’m so in love with your artstyle and the subject matter is just so dang gothy and I love it

(So far my favorite character dynamic is angry leashed tripod + sex positive nun)

Here’s your excuse to self promo because I wanna see every site that you have touched, including where I can read this comic I’ve heard you make

🧡

i’m so happy u like my stuff!!!!!!! idk what id even self promo bc being perceived already terrifies me but i’m basically just on here mostly and instagram(which is amatoryagony btw…) and u can read my comic on comicfury it’s called Sanguinary or just go to sanguinary.the-comic.org fucking massive disclaimer that i keep thinking but forgetting to say: if u haven’t read it and like my ocs for some reason, u may not like them anymore after reading because they’re awful and horrible but ya THANK U

#idk why i always reply to asks w a paragraph of rambling #my brain is fuzzy mush mush sorry hope this helped #LEASHED TRIPOD IS HILARIOUS #probably gonna work on more comic stuff today and hopefully upload more panellllssss #thank u

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veliseraptor · 1 year

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Hii! How are you? Hope the new year is treating you well

Love your Jiang Cheng/Meng Yao/Xue Yang everything, they are all excellent characters (especially JC my beloved)

Wanted to ask why you don't like Nie Mingjue? (Totally genuine btw, I'm mostly indifferent towards him but I like hiw tou do character analysis and am curious?)

Happy new year and take care :D

oh boy, okay. I waffled for a while about responding to this only because I tend to...avoid wading into things that might get me in trouble, and this feels like something that could get me in trouble, because I'm talking about my (negative) feelings on a relatively popular character and that can provoke some pretty intense responses.

but I don't really want to foster that impulse, at least not all the time, and I try to be fair when I talk about these things, so, hey, might as well. under a cut for anyone who doesn't want to read the following (counts) nine paragraphs of rambling about this subject

first off I feel like I should say that it probably seems like I dislike Nie Mingjue because he comes into conflict with Jin Guangyao, and while that isn't not true, characters being in conflict with each other does not preclude me liking both of them. I mean, I would hope that was obvious.

I think the biggest reason me and Nie Mingjue do not vibe is actually - and this occurred to me as I was writing this response - the same reason that I used to dislike Stannis Baratheon back when I was active in the A Song of Ice and Fire fandom. (Not so much anymore, mostly because now I just find him kind of funny. Sorry, Stannis.) Namely: he's inflexible and utterly convinced of his own rightness/righteousness.

One of my least favorite qualities in a person is self-righteousness, and while that can work for me in a character it very much doesn't here, I think because it comes with that inflexibility. Nie Mingjue's sense of morality and order is rigid with very little room for his judgment being affected by circumstance or external context. To him, those considerations are irrelevant at best and viewed as excuses at worst.

I'm someone who is, meanwhile, allergic to universal statements, particularly universal statements of good/bad, evil/righteous, etc. I don't like them, I'm incredibly wary of them, and while, again, me disliking these things irl doesn't necessarily preclude enjoying them in a character, it is going to be at least somewhat of a barrier. I feel like it would be less of one here, honestly, if I didn't feel like fandom often endorses Nie Mingjue's perspective on this, as opposed to acknowledging it for what I think it is actually in the text; I have more I could say on this but I'm already writing an essay so I'll just note that I think the fact that Nie Mingjue's corpse can't distinguish between Jin Ling and Jin Guangyao is thematically important.

I don't need a character's morality to align with mine to like them, obviously. The greater crime is finding a character frustrating or irritating, and that's what this particular quality of Nie Mingjue's does to me.

"But what about Xiao Xingchen," I can hear somebody saying. "Doesn't he have the same rigid perspective?" Yes, arguably; his also breaks horribly over the duration of the story, and that's the part of his arc that I find compelling! I find Xiao Xingchen most interesting when his initial understanding of the world has been irrevocably changed and he has to reckon with the fact that justice is not as simple as he thought it would be.

I also - and I know how this is going to sound, I feel like - do not vibe with characters who really strongly believe in state-supported violence. I don't care if characters kill people - the more the better! murder all you like, my darlings! - but I do care if they're advocating the death penalty from a position of political power/authority. Which is actually not a distinction I'd necessarily realized was important to me, but apparently it is. As far as my fictional taste goes: personal violence is fine. State violence is not. I'm sure there are exceptions here (there usually are) but it is generally true that the more violence comes from a position of authority/power in the sense of "this is structurally supported by some form of government/systematic structure", the more I'm going to feel badly about it and the less kindly I am going to feel toward the character in question.

Nie Mingjue is very, very invested in state-supported violence and very eager to dole it out on a personal basis. We see it with his almost killing Xue Yang while Xue Yang is on trial; we see it with Jin Guangyao, multiple times. "Well, they were guilty!" Yeah, I know, that's not the point. The line Nie Mingjue draws between legitimate/illegitimate violence doesn't work for me.

There's also some other stuff that's more fandom-related around the fanon characterization Nie Mingjue often gets that frustrates me because of the way I feel like it increasingly departs from the text, which has (as usual) more of an impact on my feelings about the original character than it perhaps should. Probably because I feel like it's such a misreading of the point of his character. Everyone in fandom is extrapolating from the character on the page/screen - lord knows I do it. But I do feel like I have a limit that I hit where that extrapolation feels like it's reading against the text and what the text is saying, and/or making them a "type" built on a generalized mold, and that's where my patience really runs out.

anyway this has all been very wordy and probably unnecessarily harsh but...I think some of it was useful for me in terms of thinking out just why, even beyond fandom-related frustrations, Nie Mingjue was never a character I could care about or like.

#conversating #dasy8316 #yeah not character tagging this i'm not doing that to the folks in the tag #the sad queer cultivators show #lise's aggressively bitchy opinions about irrelevant and unimportant matters

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pillowprincessvarric · 11 months

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I'm Adrianmode, and I don't think you've talked abt her much on the new blog: PLEASE talk about his demon girlbestie. I love her.

YAYYYYYY Self-interest :) you're right I haven't talked about her yet, that's crazy. Bullet points because I like those. Some fun facts below, organized into a rough timeline:

if you asked her, she would tell you that she's Adrian's childhood best friend. Adrian does not know what the hell she's talking about. She is extremely offended that he doesn't remember his dreams from when he was 10, which is when & where they actually first met.

as far as Adrian's concerned, they've only functionally "known each other" since the family left Lothering, which is when he started acknowledging her as being a discreet Being as opposed to just some vague dream-figure that his brain cooked up. He then also proceeded to ignore her for a whole year after that while he was trying to be a Good Mage who is Not A Maleficar and Doesn't Consort With Demons. That ends when he finally decides that he's more interested in finding out what she can teach him about magic than he is in respectability and making his dad proud of him.

Anyways

Her appearance changes as the game goes on, depending on what it is she wants and what in general is going on, which I know I've mentioned but it's my favorite part of writing her lol. The simplified appearance timeline is that pre-game, she mostly just chooses to present herself like a slightly less sexy default desire demon, and then during that first year in Kirkwall when she's trying to get Adrian to acknowledge her she's mostly trying to mimic the type of girls that he likes to date, because she's used to that getting results, and then after that it gets... Complicated. A couple of times it's commented that she's starting to look a bit like Bethany, but whether that's because she's actually trying to mimic Bethany or if she's trying to look like Adrian-but-a-girl and as a result ends up looking like Bethany is unclear. Definitely, she is trying to look like a Hawke. But in an elf kind of way? It's weird.

Which leads me to something that I haven't talked about much yet:

After she meets Justice for the first time in Night Terrors she gets really obsessed with what him & Anders have going on, and starts trying to talk Adrian into letting her possess him. He turns her down or changes the subject every time she brings it up, like never even considers it, and this becomes a major source of contention in their relationship and also the main aspect of her character arc for the last half of da2. Elaboration in next point.

Basically the thing about her is that it is inherently in her nature to Want Things. That's what she is, a creature that Wants and wants without regard for what is outside of her. And the thing that she wants right now is to crawl inside Adrian's brain and wear his body like a cheap suit, but unfortunately, more specifically, she also wants him to want that too. So she can't directly manipulate him into it, and she can't force the issue either. And it's SO frustrating for her. Because she's never wanted something that she didn't know how to get before, or something that requires inherently the consent and participation of someone else. It's kind of... Destabilizing, for her. It is implied that this internal conflict is altering her nature in some way, similar to how the mage/templar conflict in Kirkwall is altering Justice's.

Also she kind of exclusively refers to Justice as "Vengeance" lol. Unless she thinks he can hear her. She's not suicidal.

Merrill thinks she's really creepy btw. She generally stays out of it, because it's Adrian's business, and he generally stays out of her stuff with Audacity/the Eluvian/etc, but she does make it clear that she doesn't trust this particular spirit, and thinks that Adrian is wayyyyy too intimate with her. Not in a jealousy way, just in a "I'm worried you're in over your head and not taking proper precautions" way.

Self-interest LOVES Merrill though. It thinks she's so neat, and goes out of it's way to encourage Adrian to spend more time with her before they start dating.

(I'm not saying that the possibility of being closer to Merrill is part of what Self-interest finds so appealing about the possibility of possessing Adrian, but I'm not not saying that either)

Primarily though, Self-interest's role in Adrian's life is as a teacher. She teaches him blood magic, she teaches him spirit healing. Things that Adrian's father couldn't or wouldn't teach him. And in the case of healing, tried but gave up on teaching him while he was growing up. It was a big source of conflict in Adrian's relationship with his father that Malcolm felt he was hard/frustrating to teach, that he didn't learn well, that he wasn't a particularly talented mage in general, etc. So the fact that Self-interest is enthusiastic about teaching him, praises him when he does well, and tells him that he has a lot of potential, is a huge part of what is appealing about her to him. Soothes his daddy issues. He's normal.

#oc: self interest #shes his teacher she's his mom she's his bestie she wants to steal his identity. she's homoerotically obsessed with his wife.#the whole package

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fuh-saw-t · 1 year

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I saw your post about neopronouns, so please explain: thou

(Btw, no need for this to be concise or anything. You just seem to really enjoy this subject so I wanted to give you an easy way to ramble. I love seeing people talk about the things they love!)

Where art thou, 'thou'?

All (bad) jokes aside, the linguistic timeline of 'thou'—or, more accurately, thou/thee/thy in the modern form of identifying pronouns—is one of my favorites I've ever looked into. I find it so fascinating. Thanks for the ask!

To best understand this, I think it'll be fun to make a timeline. So, here we go:

Old English

We're just getting started.

When modern speakers hear 'thou', we mainly associate it with religious texts or Shakespeare, which is understandable—the usage of 'thou' dates far back.

'Thou' was a singular pronoun, derived from Proto-Germanic, appearing as 'þu' (thu) in Old English (which, for the record, was over a thousand years ago—long before Shakespeare—and used between the years 450-1150). The fact that it was a singular pronoun is the important bit. Today, we see 'you' as being numerically ambiguous; we could be referring to a singular person, or many people, but in older forms of English the pronoun to refer to a singular person was for 'thou', leaving 'you' as a plural.

Middle English

Here come the French.

Then, as French continued to influence English, turning it to the much more readable Middle English (the language of Chaucer, for context), 'thou' was gradually pushed to the sidelines as the plural 'ye' and 'you' expanded to be used as a singular, too.

French's influence made the English 'you' the equivalent of the French 'vous': it is now formal—what you would use to address someone of high or equal social standing. In turn, 'thou' declined (in a process attributed to semantic derogation) to an informal pronoun used to address someone you were intimate with or, most notably, someone beneath you in the social rankings.

Early Modern English

Here's where things start to get bumpy.

In the mid-1600s, in comes George Fox who, in my words, would be described as a filthy prescriptivist. He was the founder of the Quakers, and a large part of early Quaker rhetoric was to avoid class distinction—something I could certainly get behind. Quaker speech, therefore, consciously avoided 'you', opting to use the more neutral thee/thou for everyone regardless of social standing. This extended to them sometimes getting into trouble for refusing to call judges 'your honour', and so forth. Thee/thou became associated with Quaker speech, and not many people liked the Quakers. However, this isn't the biggest impact on the usage—far from it, in fact.

The biggest reason, I believe, that 'thou' lost its popularity is because of developments in society—most notably travel and the industrial revolution, as well as the growing merchant class in the 17th century, which was when this pronoun really hit a decline. People stopped using 'thou' as often because it became harder to judge the class of whom you were speaking with. Social mobility disrupted the otherwise clear and stagnant order of British society. It would be a terrible insult to call someone above you 'thou' on accident, and so you would default to 'you'.

In fact, in Early and Late Modern English, 'thou' became an insult. Perhaps in one of the more surprising turns from something that was once a simple pronoun, to 'thou' someone (morphed into a verb) would insult them. As more people used the pronoun as a method of insulting others, it was favoured even less.

Rolling back to George Fox, a famous line of his goes as follows: "We were often beset and abused, and sometimes in danger of our lives for using these words to some proud men, who would say, 'What! You ill-bred clown, do you thou me?'"

From a simple, singular second-person pronoun, to a token of informality, to an insult, 'thou' has definitely had a ride. And, with its current association with religion, poetry, and the old classics, I earnestly hope it doesn't stop rolling.

#language #pronouns #ask blog #fsasks #lingpost #linguistics #english language #english #uk #writing #thou #history #language history #british history

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trappper-johnathan · 10 months

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15 questions and 15 mutuals

Thanks for tagging me @transgayhawkeyepierce !! I don't have very many mutuals so I'm going to be tagging some of the most active people in my notes as well (love you guys <33) [and sorry to those who have already been tagged in this lol]

tagging: @faggothawkeyepierce, @lornescaritas, @natureofspace, @holyladyllama, @pompoxregs, @owo-bisexy, @time2andspace, @lunarianlibrarian, @sourdoughstopper, @lil-bub-lil-bub, @allhailqueenant, @heysparky-radarhere, @symphonyincoordination, @saazbaum, @spacesapphist (hope y'all don't mind, and you're in no way obligated to participate !)

Btw I changed the formatting quite a bit just cause the original was hard for me to read:

1. Were you named after anyone?

Originally, yes, I was named after a tv show character (who was an adaptation of a comic book character). Though I now share a name with the main character of a movie I like, I did not name myself after him, I just thought it suited me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

In May when I watched Guardians of the Galaxy 3

3. Do you have kids?

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, but I think I used to?

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

It depends, but I think it's mainly their clothes ??

6. What’s your eye color?

Hazel, but my bestie describes them as bog water colored (they are brown-green)

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I am far too scared.

8. Any special talents?

Getting beautiful women to fall in love with me, ah haha 😏

(In seriousness, I don't think I have any special talents.. Unless you consider me being able to move my eyebrows independently of each other a talent)

9. Where were you born?

Jersey. The new one.

10. What are your hobbies?

Been really into Setris (sand tetris) lately. I play it when I listen to audiobooks. I also like watching tv, baking, sewing (which I do once every 6 months), and writing (which I haven't done in over a month now and would like to get back to eventually [I'm clown_town_mayor on ao3 btw if you're interested in reading my mash fics 👀])

11. Have any pets?

3 kitties! Shadow, Spatz, and Hawkeye- 5 years, 5 years, and approx. 2 months respectively.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I used to do soccer and karate when I was a young kid but I'm not into sports/physical activity

13. How tall are you?

5'6 at full height + my hair, but about 5'4 with my slouch, though I always wear heeled boots to it rounds out to like 5'5-ish

14. Favorite subject in school?

I didn't have favorite subjects as much as I had favorite teachers, so I'll say my all-time favorite was my 10th-grade English teacher. Loved that man, he was the coolest!!

15. Dream job?

Househusband. Dead serious.

#tag games

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p00hthebear · 11 months

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thanks for the tag @romanticeulogizingelegies!

1. named after anyone?

no, my name is really common though so briefly considered going by my middle name which my grandpa gave me

2. last time you cried?

today, rereading it’s a nice day for a wolfstar wedding by @msalexwp (that letter remus wrote after tonks’ wedding gets me every damn time!)

3. do you have any kids?

no, alot of nephews and nieces though

4. do you use sarcasm alot?

only when i’m really angry

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their smile

6. color of your eyes?

brown

7. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings for sure, i cannot do scary movies at all

8. any special talents?

pretty decent cook! i read fast (that counts right?) and learned a second language in my 20s.

9. where were you born?

california

10. hobbies?

traveling, reading, gaming (highly recommend spiritfarer btw!) legos and puzzles

11. pets?

none so far but really want a goldendoodle. i’m going to name him / her bear

12. sports?

i played basketball for years in school. but am decent / like any sport that does not include a bat

13. height?

very short. it’s quite annoying. i have to ask people to help me get stuff off the top shelf in the grocery store

14. favorite subject in school?

math and history

15. dream job?

probably something to do with food? making my own version of somebody feed phil would be the dream

no pressure tags: @tortoisebore @msalexwp @sliebman10 @burningaurora @ivedonemywaiting @barneylove @mostlyoptimisticdinosaur @munacy

#tag game

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