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lipglossanon · 9 months

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The Subject of Schoolgirl Fantasy

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Professor!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

for @ohbvnny and the many anons who asked for professor leon; hope ya like it! 💜 and thank you for your patience 😘

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, teacher/student relations, kissing, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✍️

Title from Don’t Stand Too Close to Me by The Police

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“Class dismissed.”

Professor Kennedy waves everyone to the door, wristwatch catching the light drawing your attention to his forearms, (on mouth watering display since he rolled the sleeves of his button up shirt to his elbows).

You loiter at your desk, slowly gathering your things and reorganizing your bag as the last stragglers bolt out the door, glad to be finished for the week. It’s pure luck that Professor Kennedy is your last class on Friday’s, something you’re thankful for every weekend.

“Do you have some questions for me?” a low amused tone reaches your ears, drawing you out of your thoughts.

You meet Professor Kennedy’s warm, blue eyes, a ghost of a smile hovering at his lips.

“Sorry,” you bite your lip in embarrassment, “I kinda zoned out.”

“No worries,” he’s leaning back against his desk, one leg crossed over the other making his black slacks cling to his thick thighs.

He crosses his arms, making your mouth go dry at the strain it puts on his shirt; his biceps and chest are pressed right against the fabric making your knees feel weak.

“Actually I did want to mention something to you,” his eyes watch as you finally look back into his face.

“Sir?”

He grins at you, “That last test I gave, it seems you struggled pretty badly.”

You wince and duck your head down bashfully, “Yeah, I had a hard time learning the material.”

He tsks, “Now that just won’t do.”

You look back up at him and he tilts his head, sandy hair falling into one eye.

“I usually don’t offer, but would you like to earn some extra credit?”

You smile excitedly, “Yes, actually that would be great. Thank you, Professor.”

He chuckles, “Follow me to my office then.”

You fall behind him as he leaves the classroom and walks down to the end of the hall; he pulls his keys from his pocket and unlocks the door.

Opening it, he gestures for you to go inside first.

“It’s pretty quiet on Fridays,” he states as he shuts the door behind you, and twists the bolt to lock it when you’re not looking.

“I’m sure, most people are ready to go home,” you smile, feeling shy in his presence alone.

“I’ll bet. You have any raging parties to get to this weekend?”

You laugh at that, following him further into his office and taking a seat on the sofa.

“No, just headed home to study and get a head start on some things.”

As he moves over to his desk, dropping his keys on the mahogany surface, you get a chance to really take in the room. Spacious is the first thing that comes to mind followed by cozy. His desk is facing the entryway with bookcases all around. Against one wall is the sofa you’re sitting on and on the opposite wall just really run of the mill office art.

The sofa dips as he sits next to you, his thigh a hot brand against your leg. Internally, you’re squealing, so thankful you decided on wearing a cute skirt today. Leon pulls you from your thoughts again by handing you a bottle of water.

“Would offer a glass of scotch,” he tilts his glass at you, “but don’t know if you’re driving, sweetheart,” he winks at you as you take the bottle from him with a shaky hand.

“Oh thank you and I’m not—not driving that is,” you clear your throat, “I’ve never really had any scotch, so don’t know if I’d like it.”

“Really?” his blue eyes seem darker in his office, especially as they drag down then back up your body.

“Would you like to try some?”

He practically purrs as he leans forward into your personal space. You’re overtaken by his smoky cologne and sandalwood aftershave.

“Please.”

Your eyes droop as he tilts his glass against your bottom lip, mouth parting to take in the amber liquid he’s offering. He groans softly when he sees your throat swallow, tilting the glass higher for more scotch to pour out. You choke a little, liquid spilling out the sides of the glass all down your chin to drip down your neck.

Leon drops the empty glass on the carpeted floor and hungrily licks the trail of scotch. He starts at the base of your neck and follows the sticky tracks up to your mouth. With a sigh, you’re opening up for his thick tongue. He groans and licks messily into your mouth.

Pulling away, a silvery string of saliva bridges your mouths before you break it by licking your lips.

His eyes are hot and heavy as he moves to kneel on the carpet, in between your legs. You moan softly as he kneads your calves with warm hands.

“I enjoy the taste of scotch, but there’s another flavor that I’d like to try now,” he smirks at you, hands drifting up to your thighs.

You let out a shaky breath and part your legs further under his hungry gaze as he massages the fat of your thighs.

“Professor,” a mewling whimper escapes your lips as he rucks your skirt up to expose your dainty panties.

“Fucking criminal,” he groans, thumb rubbing over the little lace bow at the top of your underwear.

“Going to be a good student for me, sweetheart? Let me taste this hot little pussy?”

You nod and he grins, “Hold up your skirt for me then. There ya go, such a good girl.”

Your hands reach down and grab the hem of your skirt, pulling it up til it’s above your hips all while he watches you. His strong jawline seems more pronounced when his brow furrows in concentration as he teases the band of your panties.

“You okay with this?” he murmurs up at you, finally dragging his eyes up to meet your gaze.

“Uh huh,” you nod so fast it makes his lips quirk up in a half smile.

In place of a reply, he places a soft kiss right on the damp spot of your panties. With a soft groan, he places more kisses on your clothed cunt. Both of his hands come up to the band of your panties and pulls it up until it’s tight against the lips of your pussy. He lathes his tongue across your slit, leaving a wet kiss on the outline of your clit.

Your legs twitch and spasm as he continues to slowly lick and kiss your pussy through your underwear.

“Please, sir,” you moan as he sucks your clit a little harder, eyes glinting wickedly up at you, “can I take them off?”

He pulls back with a low laugh, “No, gonna get these cute panties soaked before anything else happens.”

You watch as his hand reaches down to readjust his bulge in his slacks, making your mouth water and head dizzy.

“Save it for later,” he grins at you, hand coming down suddenly to spank across your wet underwear making you buck up with a whine.

“So responsive,” he muses, mouth going back to his slow torment on your needy cunt.

He keeps you there, legs spread before finally putting them over his shoulders, face buried against your panties as he licks and sucks your pussy through the cloth. It feels like forever when he finally pulls away, hands going to the band of your underwear and tugging them off. He watches greedily as your cunt is bared, clear strings of slick clinging to the gusset of your panties as he pulls them away from your pussy lips.

At seeing how wet you are, he wastes no time in slipping the soaked clothing off your legs and tucks them in his pocket. With a growl, he shoves his face against your pussy making you both moan.

“Taste so good,” he pulls away to spit on your pulsing clit, “been wanting to taste your pretty little cunt since the beginning of the semester.”

“Oh god,” you gasp, hands letting go of your skirt to tangle in his hair, “could’ve had it then.”

“Slut,” he rumbles with delight, “don’t worry, gonna give you what we both want.”

He presses suckling kisses to your pussy lips before fluttering his tongue against your drippy hole. With a sigh, he pushes his thick tongue into your soaked cunt, eagerly fucking his tongue in and out until you’re squirming against his mouth.

His hands grip your thighs harshly, bruises forming under his fingertips as he keep you in place.

“O-oh, so good,” you keen, hands tugging on his hair making him groan and nuzzle deeper into your folds, nose bumping and grinding against your swollen clit.

You hump his mouth, feeling your orgasm ramp higher and higher as that coil tightens in your belly.

“I’m close, Professor.”

Your moan ends on a pathetic whine as he pulls completely away from eating you out.

“That won’t do,” his mouth and chin are shiny with your slick making you go hot all over, “got to work for that extra credit, honey.”

He stands up, unbuckling his belt and sliding his slacks down until he can pull his hard cock out. He strokes the shaft, pulling back the foreskin so you can see the precum drip from his fat tip down his knuckles. He manhandles you to lay down on the sofa, one leg thrown over the back with the other dangling off the edge of the cushions.

He slaps your clit with his cock, rocking back and forth so the tip drags through your slick folds getting him wet. You reach down to spread open your cunt, making it easier for Leon to rut against your pussy lips and the hood of your clit.

“Please,” your hips arch up into his frotting, “want it so much.”

“Let me go find a condom, sweet thing,” he goes to get up but your nails sink into his chest through his dress shirt.

“I’m on the pill,” you bite your lip out of nervousness, “I mean you can if you want, but I’m—“

“I’m not going to argue,” he chuckles, slapping your cunt with his dick, “not everyday I get to raw a hot little pussy.”

You whine, spine bowing as you try to press your sopping wet cunt against his dick, “Please, I’m so empty.”

He groans and finally quits teasing, pressing the head of his dick into your clenching hole. Your eyes roll back as he keeps rocking his dick deeper and deeper into your fluttering walls.

He laughs down at you, “Mmm yeah, this pretty pussy is sucking me in so good. Such a snug fit for me.”

You feel like your cunt is being split in half; he’s so thick and long, it has you whining constantly as he bottoms out.

“Such a good girl for me,” he presses himself down on you, body weight heavy and comforting.

You moan needily, hands gripping his shoulders, “S’deep.”

“I know,” his mocking voice is warm in your ear, “tiny pussy’s stretched out isn’t she?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, drooling as he pulls halfway out to thrust back in, grinding and rubbing all along your g-spot as his pelvis catches your pudgy clit.

“Taking me so well,” he praises making goosebumps trail down your arms, “this fat pussy’s gonna get a nice thick load, now isn’t that nice of me?”

“So nice,” you slur out, brain going fuzzy from how good Professor Kennedy’s making you feel.

He laughs again, picking up the pace to fuck into you hard and deep. One hand goes to grip the meat of your hip while the other slips down to circle and press against your sensitive clit. Your legs wrap around his waist, bare legs rubbing against his shirt sending little pulses of pleasure to your brain.

Your thighs twitch where they’re pressed against Professor Kennedy’s waist, toes starting to curl as he pounds against that spongy spot in your cunt, creating a mourning wave of pleasure. That band of arousal that has been winding tighter and tighter finally snaps.

Rough fingers pinch your clit as your pussy clamps down on his cock so tight it makes him hiss in pleasure. Your blood rushes to your head so fast it makes you dizzy, spine arching as your body tries to thrash under his; a high, keening cry slips from your mouth as he keeps teasing your swollen clit, extending your orgasm til tears bead your eyes.

“Good girl, so fucking good,” he groans, “gonna make me cum.”

“Yes, please, inside Professor Kennedy, want your cum,” you plead, eyes hazy as you give him a dopey smile, “feel’s nice.”

“Yeah? God, so good. Gonna fill you up,” he growls low in his throat as he pumps his cock into your cunt half a dozen times before burying himself deep in your spasming hole, walls still milking him.

You whine up at him as he bucks his hips into you, hot spurts of jizz painting your pussy walls white. He pants to catch his breath before pulling out of you with a low sigh. His cum oozes from your hole and he pushes it back in with dark eyes. He lifts his gaze and smirks at you.

“We’ll have to meet up more often, don’t think this was enough extra credit to help out with your poor grade.”

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annymation · 4 months

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Reimagining the characters in Wish

(Part 1- Asha)

Hey guys! I don’t really know how to start this, but let’s just say that I… Didn’t like how Disney’s 100th anniversary movie turned out, like at all.

But I can tell there was a lot of unexplored potential beneath this story, that in my opinion felt overly simple and bare bones.

But if you love it, that’s awesome, more power to you, I wish I could’ve loved it too. And I don’t want to rewrite it to show I’m “better than the writers at Disney” because I’m definitely not lol, I have no experience in writing, and I’m sure they put a lot of passion into the project and I respect them for that. But this movie inspired me with ideas for a different story that I think is worth telling.

But I won’t start telling it today, instead, I'll start a series of blogs sharing my ideas for changes in the characters and their stories, after I get some feedback I will start posting more of the story itself.

If you’re interested, then come along!

Asha✨

Personality

- Asha is a 18 year old girl, with a passion for drawing and helping those around her, sometimes even worrying more about helping others than helping herself

- She’s like a big sister to her 7 friends, always being the voice of reason and acting responsible, but not in a bossy way, she’s actually very playful with them

- To the people of Rosas tho, she's seen as kind of a weirdo, for you see, she spends almost every time of the day drawing in her sketchbook

- She practices everyday to become a better artist, and the people of Rosas find this to be very peculiar, after all, why would you take so much effort to perfect a talent when you can simply wait to turn 18 and wish for the king to make you an amazing artist?

- Asha doesn’t mind these comments, although they have made her less willing to share her drawings with others that aren’t her 7 friends

- As the story progresses we see Asha flourish from a shy and introverted girl to a brave woman who after discovering a terrifying secret about the kingdom’s rulers, steps in and inspires others to join her and fight an evil sorcerer king and his alchemist wife (yes, I made Amaya an alchemist, more on that on part 2 when I talk about how I’d change Magnifico and Amaya)

- Some Disney characters that share similarities with her personality wise are: Belle, Tiana, Pocahontas and Esmeralda

Main Traits:

Calm and mature

Determined

Passionate about her interests (drawing, dancing, philosophy and stars)

Helpful and generous

Perceptive and always questioning things around her that no one pays attention to (like why do all the artists only paint the King and Queen?)

Playful

Compassionate

Backstory

Oooh boy I gave this poor girl so much angst, okay let’s go

Asha grew up with her grandfather, her parents both died in a fire when she was just a baby

(this isn’t just to fit the “haha Disney princess has no parents” cliche, there’s plot relevance in this “mysterious fire” that I’ll talk about later)

Growing up with her grandpa, he’d always support her dream to be an artist, like her mother, who was an art teacher

Her mother not only drew really well, but she also was able to create the illusion that her drawings could move, by flipping through the pages of her sketch books

In other words, her mom was an animator

Asha saw this technic her mom used as a form of magic, so she would often tell her grandpa she wanted to “Do magic just like my mom”

Her father was a philosopher (this was established in the actual movie but never explored haha whyyyy), who taught people that working hard to achieve your dreams is not only rewarding, but also essential, because it’s part of the human nature to persevere and fight for what we believe, even if we fail, even if it’s hard, just keep moving forward.

This philosophy may sound very “umm duh” for me and you since we all know and hear everywhere nothing in life comes for free… But that’s not the case in Rosas

In this rewrite the kingdom wasn’t created by Magnifico, but rather the kingdom has existed for many generations, being ruled by different kings before Magnifico who also granted wishes… but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The point is that the culture of just asking the king to give you or make you whatever you want to be has been in this kingdom’s culture since forever, so when Asha’s dad comes out saying “hey! Maybe we should stop just relying on the king to make our dreams come true, right?” He’s actually being quite a revolutionary… and sharing a very dangerous belief to other people…

At this point you might suspect what caused that “mysterious fire”

So, back to Asha, growing up with her grandpa, they shared a lot of happy memories together. Reading her father's books and her mother's art books helped Asha connect with them even tho she never had them in her life.

But as her grandfather grew older, he became senile.

Asha went from being taken care of by her grandpa to being the one who took care of him when she was still around 13 years old, and when she turned 15 her grandfather passed away of old age

Asha went on to live with her best friend Dahlia, the two became like sisters.

Though she managed to move on from the loss of her grandfather, she could never shake the feeling that he died without getting his wish granted... But she had no way to prove that, it was just a feeling

The wish granting system works different in my rewrite, instead of there being a public wish granting ceremony once a month, there would only be a public wish TAKING ceremony, that would work just like in the movie, you turn 18, you go give your wish to the king yada yada yada.

But the wish granting part would work like this: Almost every night the king would release the wishes up in the sky, they would float down like balloons to their respective owners while they sleep, and once they woke up in the morning they'd feel that their wishes were granted, for they would wake up changed.

With this method, there's no way of confirming if someone really got their wish granted or not, unless you went to ask the king.

Asha never did ask the king if he granted her grandfather's wish, but her grandfather would sometimes express how he wasn't feeling completely fulfilled in his life, he felt like there was something... missing.

This feeling of hollowness persisted in him until the very end, no matter how hard Asha tried to help her grandfather, she never knew him as his real self, because he gave part of his soul to the king, the most beautiful part of his soul, his wish.

Asha had no proof that her grandfather didn't get his wish granted, only a gut feeling.

But because of this, Asha wasn't that thrilled to give her own wish to king magnifico, knowing there was the possibility of it never being granted.

Not to mention she didn’t even know what to wish for, “I’m just 18 and you guys expect me to already know what’s my heart’s deepest desire? I’m still figuring that out, all I know is that I wanna draw”

Plus she wanted to follow her father's philosophy and achieve her wish on her own, eventually, when she figured out what her wish even was.

Asha never rebelled against the system tho, she wasn't a confrontational person. She just accepted the people of Rosas preferred to rely on the king's magic, but that just wasn't for her.

However, on her 18 birthday, when it was expected of her to give her wish to the king, she simply said she didn't have a wish, and even if she did she wouldn’t want to hand it over, she wanted to make it come true on her own. This lead to an argument with the king, and after a series of events (that I don't have time to summarize here, but you can find out about it on my rewrite) leads to her finding out a terrible truth about her kingdom. And that's how her story begins.

Design

- I’d keep these braid ornaments that Asha had in the concept art

- Since in my rewrite she’s not that invested in the kingdom of Rosas, I’d remove all the Kingdom of Rosas symbols that are present in her design (there are a LOT of them)

- I’d replace these Rosas insignia with more star and constellations themed symbols, to reflect how Asha believes that the stars are connected to people and they can guide us, just like how her father believed.

Final Thoughts

My intentions with these changes were to give Asha a strong emotional hook, and something that makes her feel relatable.

The emotional hook here is how she spent so much of her life taking care of her grandfather that she kinda never had time to worry about her own desires, that alone can be relatable to caregivers of elderly people that watch their grandparents or even their own parents lose themselves as time passes, and end up worrying more about the person they’re taking care of than themselves.

Asha has this internal emotional conflict where she feels she needs to constantly help others the same way she helped her grandfather, and one of the things she’ll learn as the story progresses is that it’s not selfish of her to want more for HERSELF.

Another thing that would be relatable about Asha is her passion for drawing, and how most people in Rosas would say she’s wasting her time practicing so much when she can just wait until she turns 18 and wish to be amazing at drawing.

She’d never stop believing that taking her time to improve on her talent and trying again and again was worth every second of her time, because let me tell ya folks, drawing is HARD, and animating like Asha’s mom did is even HARDER, it takes a whole lot of practice, and Asha was determined to keep trying.

She’d be much like Belle, remaining true to herself even tho those around her considered her odd, and very passionate about drawing just as much Belle was passionate about reading.

I also find it funny how Asha’s motivations are fairly down to earth, like in Disney movies you usually have:

I want to be free from these palace walls!

I want to explore the ocean!

I want to open a restaurant!

I want to find true love!

And then there’s Asha here like

“My life is fine, I just wanna chill and draw stuff”

And that’s it, but, in her environment where everyone is expected to have this great wish that they have to give to the king so he’ll make it a reality, she’s kinda the odd one out, and I love that. Would be a great subversion of the Disney formula.

Of course after she learns Magnifico and Amaya’s true intentions she gets a lot more agency and the desire to save her people, her “call for adventure” if you will.

But what are Magnifico and Amaya’s true intentions? Click here for part 2 and find out!

Thank You For Reading!

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cameronspecial · 6 months

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Do you take submission for some blurb/one shot ? I had a dream last night after seeing videos of Drew with his siblings and now I need to read it🥹

If so, could you do one with Drew, not being famous, just a regular guy. It’s pretty recent with the girl and she’s meeting his fam for the first time at Thanksgiving ? - 😮‍💨

Thanksgiving Meets

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.4K

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Meeting your boyfriend’s family is always nerve-wracking. Y/N has known Drew for a few years now, so she knows that they are very protective over him. She plays with the rings on her fingers, trying to ease the worry in her mind. His arm is around her waist and he places his head on hers. “Don’t worry, Beautiful. They are going to love you,” he promises, knocking on the door. The door opens to reveal his mother’s warm smile, “Y/N! It’s so nice to meet you.” Y/N returns the hug the old woman gives her and they all enter the house. Drew introduces her to his sisters and brother, settling himself on the couch beside his brother. His hands find their way to Y/N’s hips and he pulls her onto his lap. His sisters gush at his action, watching how sweet their brother is with his girlfriend.

“So… Y/N. How did you and Drew meet?” Mackayla asks, bouncing her daughter in her arms. Y/N loves telling this story, so she is glad Drew has told his family yet. “Actually, we’ve been working together for years before we started dating. Your brother is the English teacher and I’m an art teacher so we work in different departments, but since we are the youngest teachers, we hang out with each other a lot,” she begins to explain. “Our students always thought we were dating, but we kept denying it. It wasn’t until the school had a fundraiser that allowed the students to ask the teachers for one thing if they won that we went on our first date. My grade five class won last month and asked if we would go out together.” Drew takes this moment to cut in, “I was working my way up to asking you before that just so you know.” Y/N giggles, resting her head on his chest. “I’ll take your word for it.” His family has never seen Drew so in love and it is honestly nice to see. “How did your students react after the date?” Logan questions, cracking open a beer. Drew is the one to answer, “They don’t know how well it went. We’ve been keeping it a secret for now. It’s kinda fun. It makes me think that I could’ve been an actor in another life with how I’ve been able to keep it a secret from them.”

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shih-coulda-had-it · 17 days

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teenage menaces

wc: ~850; context: set a few months into the last year of Aldera, Toshinori baits Bakugou into a fist-fight and they got in trouble with admin. this was mostly me testing out whether or not I could write Bakugou without stepping into the bashing zone. izuku pov.

The three of them wait outside the classroom: Kacchan impatiently, Izuku anxiously, and Yagi cheerfully.

“Yagi-san, what if you get expelled?” Izuku hisses, weaving his fingers together to stop them from twitching.

“Then I’ll get homeschooled? Honestly, Midoriya-kun!” He laughs under his breath, grinning way too big for a boy who got in trouble for beating up the star pupil of Aldera. Kacchan—looks small, next to him. Small and furious, like he doesn’t know the right way to get Yagi to shut up and sit down. Izuku prays that Kacchan never finds out that Yagi is actually All Might. Something might really break.

“Shut the hell up,” Kacchan snarls. “I can’t hear what they’re saying.”

“Ah, if I know my old man…”

“I told you to shut up!”

“You don’t want to place a bet on it, Bakugou-shonen?”

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING ‘YOUNG’?!”

The door swings open to reveal a pale-faced principal and a deeply unimpressed Gran Torino. The latter is out of uniform, but the clean-cut fashion of the button-up and slacks does an effective job at communicating Torino’s professionalism. He swipes the end of his cane at Yagi’s ankle, and Yagi yelps and jumps in surprise.

“Who are you calling ‘old man’?” Torino snaps.

“Sorry,” Yagi says unapologetically. “What’s gonna happen, jii-san?”

“You’re suspended for three days,” the old man announces, and because Yagi looks delighted at not having to attend school, meaning Kacchan looks furious at this apparent light sentence, the principal valiantly steps in.

“You’ll obviously have assignments over this period, to reflect on your actions. And Bakugou-kun must have an apology made to him.”

“I don’t want his stupid apology!” Kacchan spits.

“Fujita-san,” says Torino, “I believe I told you what was going to happen. I’ll get the parents’ permission. They might even be happy about seeing their son in action, if the boy wants to be a hero. Just get me two teachers.”

“Torino-san, this is a deeply improper way to handle the situation—!”

“The entire way you’re running your school is improper,” he drawls. “Don’t worry, it’s not an issue unique to your administration. I know what I’m doing, and I know my boy. He won’t be the one hitting below the belt.”

Izuku connects the dots faster than either Kacchan or Yagi. He blurts out, “Are you having them fight?”, and two blond heads whip around to stare (or glare) him down, then back at each other. Yagi’s grin widens.

Torino says mildly, “In martial arts classes, they call it a spar. Clears the head, knowing the hierarchy… of who’s better.”

The principal’s distress is palpable. “It’s not legal,” he protests.

“I’d win,” Kacchan declares, bristling. Izuku bites his tongue to stop himself from trying to intervene. This is not a fair fight that Torino is setting up; however Quirkless Yagi is, he hasn’t lost the experience of his time as All Might, and with all the training that Torino’s put them through, his muscle memory and reflexes are sharp. Just because Torino is promising to get parental and teacher supervision—god, it’s a whole trap. Kacchan can’t beat Yagi unless Yagi overestimates him. It would take a legitimate miracle for Yagi to lose.

“I don’t know, jii-san,” Yagi says playfully. “Isn’t that a little mean to Bakugou-kun? He won’t be able to use his Quirk in the fight.” Unlike today, his smile says.

“You need a Quirk to punch someone down?” Torino responds, and he rolls his eyes at Yagi’s tone. “That’s when you cross into villain territory. No. This is going to be good old-fashioned fisticuffs.”

Does Kacchan sense it? He must. He’s never been an idiot. The way his eyes dart down to Torino, assessing, attempting to reassess the old man’s threat level, to so casually propose arranging a fight between two fifteen year olds—Kacchan knows the shape of the trap, then. It just depends on whether he believes he can win.

And Kacchan, Izuku knows, believes in winning.

“Midoriya-kun,” the principal suddenly says, and Izuku flinches at the sheer hope in the man’s tone. “You’ve known Bakugou-kun for a long time. Did he start the fight?”

The weight of all their eyes is overwhelming. His loyalty is being torn two ways, and he doesn’t know who to save. If he stops this fight, and denies Kacchan the chance to show off his skills and heart, Kacchan will hate him. If he stops this fight, and affirms that Yagi threw the first punch, then—All Might won’t hate him. The wry twist to Yagi’s smile is basically a blessing to disavow his fellow Quirkless classmate.

But Izuku doesn’t want to disappoint All Might, or even Gran Torino.

He trembles, breathes shakily, and says, “Kacchan would never miss a fight he couldn’t win,” and in the time his audience takes to process, Izuku quite deliberately sides with Yagi. Not hiding. Standing elbow to elbow, in solidarity.

Kacchan’s face twists. “Deku,” he hisses.

“Focus, boy,” Torino says, and his cane clacks against the linoleum flooring. “Your fight’s with Toshinori. That is, if your parents agree to supervise.”

“What if they’re too busy?”

“We’ll find a time.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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WIBTA for donating some of my ex’s clothes?

Genders aren’t important but I(17) have some clothes that belong to my ex(16) that I never wear and want to get rid of. They broke up with me about 5 months ago. For context, it was a mutual decision initially but after I started trying to get space/pull back emotionally they got really manipulative and clingy and mean and I decided I didn’t want to have contact with them anymore. After I told them that and blocked them, we haven’t spoken or seen each other (outside of passing in the hallways- we go to the same school) but they did reach out through mutual friends asking me to return a few things (a necklace and some video games) within the first few months, and I did return the items through the mutual friends. I haven’t asked for anything to be returned to me.

Now to the actual problem. Like I said, I have some clothes (and a stuffed animal) of theirs that they gave me during the relationship. They haven’t asked for them back, but I felt like it would be rude to just donate the clothes without trying to return them first. I reached out to a mutual friend asking if they would be able to pass along a bag of clothes to my ex, but they weren’t able to because they don’t see my ex until late in the school day. They suggested leaving the clothes in the art room (my ex has an art class) or dropping them at the office for my ex to pick up instead. Heres where I might be the asshole. I’m highly considering just donating the clothes instead of going through the effort of giving them back. This is for a few reasons- they haven’t asked for the clothes back, the options that my friend suggested- leaving them in the art room or dropping them at the office- don’t really seem feasible (I don’t think that’s something the office can do, and I don’t want to make my art teacher get involved in a clothes drop like this), and I really don’t want to have to think about my ex any more than necessary or interact with them at all. I kind of worry that giving away clothes that aren’t mind would be a dick move, but having their stuff just feels like a burden I want to get rid of as soon as possible, because thinking about them at all is really exhausting and kind of stressful.

TLDR, WIBTA for donating some of my ex’s clothes even though they’ve never asked for them back?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sakuralovespossums · 1 month

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Nanami Kento x Painter Reader

This is my first request work! I’m so exited!!✨

If there were two things you and your husband shared in common, it was your appreciation for wine and art. That was actually how you two bonded back during your student years at Jujutsu Tech.

Nanami, who was at that time a first year, caught you sneaking in some blueberry wine one night while you were heading to your room. Knowing what a stickler to the rules he could be, you were a bit nervous and hoped he wouldn’t snitch on you to the teachers. Thankfully he simply raised an eyebrow.

*sigh~* “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Do you………mind if I have some?”

It was a rather rough week for him filled with tears and missions. He needed some sort of escape from all the stress that’s been weighing on him. You gave him a small smile and let him follow you back to your room. He was amazed by all your painting canvases that lined across your room, learning about your passion for art and how you enjoyed partaking in it during your free time. As you both sipped on your wine, he let you give him a tour of each canvas, listening to you describe your techniques and inspirations in vivid detail. He didn’t know if his memorization for your art and creativity was from his growing feelings for you or the alcohol. The rest of the night was spent between you two shyly getting to better know each other while enjoying your blueberry wine. You were vividly tipsier than him, though he also gained a pinker but to his cheeks. Since then, Nanami gained an interest in art himself and nervously asked one day if you could perhaps teach him how to paint, to which you happily accepted.

Now you were both adults, with you and your lover growing to become a powerful pair of grade 1 sorcerers, gaining the title of Tokyo’s most formidable grade 1 couple (much to Nanami’s embarrassment and your amusement).

Whenever he felt exhausted by the burden of Jujutsu or the comrades he had lost during his line of work, he would always paint whatever took up his mind, letting it all pour out in the form of paint that he maneuvered with his brush. It was something that greatly helped him in his student years deal with the loss of his friend, Haibara. He was a natural at it after having been taught under you all those years, yet he still thinks you were the better painter. Usually, you would sit between his legs on the chair while he painted while you two peacefully talked about each others’ days and other trivial matters. The art studio on the upper floor of your apartment was filled with only the soft exchange of words and affection between you two, accompanied by the small brush strokes. Whenever you’d paint, Nanami would sometimes help you when you were struggling by offering advice and ideas of inspiration in that deep, corse voice of his that never failed to ignite that blossom of warmth within you. The way his large warm hand, calloused by years of handling his clothed sword, engulfed over your smaller one as he gently guided your strokes, the same way you would do for him all those years ago.

Tonight was a rather rainy night. The sound of the rain water tapping the windows surrounded you and your husband as you sat between his legs and watched him work on his latest painting. It was a canvas of a tropical Malaysian beach, a place he dreamed of going to someday with you after retiring.

“Why Malaysia?” You asked while sipping your champagne.

He pauses his painting. A few seconds of silence pass.

“I’m not sure. I remember reading a travel magazine on it and thought it looked nice.”

He wraps a strong arm around your torso.

“Maybe we could build a small house nearby. Next to some other locals.”

You hum in reply while wrapping an arm around his.

“We could grow a garden in the backyard.” You suggested. “One that’s bigger than our current one.”

“I’d hardly call that a garden, my love.” He replied, referring to the row of potted flowers lined across the small patio.

“Hey! I worked hard on that garden, thank you very much!”

“I know my sweet” he assured with a gentle kiss to your head. “And it’s very beautiful, just like you.”

You hummed contentedly as you snuggled further into him. You watched as he applied more yellow to the sunset landscape, growing immersed into its glowing brightness as his patterned strokes hypnotized you. You loved watching his hand as he painted.

Nanami’s hands could do many things. They could be brutal, easily crushing or punching through whatever enemy or obstacle he faced. They could also be gentle and caring, tending to you in all ways from the basic necessities to the more physical needs. And they could create, such as now.

After being together for years now, you still couldn’t help but wonder what you did to deserve such a perfect husband. You knew this happiness wouldn’t last forever, as both your duties as sorcerers put your lives on the line everyday. This might be the last night you spend together in such peace, painting and drinking the night away. So you and Nanami made sure to treasure every brush stroke and sip, for it was your way of expressing the love you shared between each other. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You have a smudge right there.”

“Yes, because you won’t stop fidgeting in my lap. I think the champagne is finally getting to you.”

“I’ve only had a few sips so far.”

“You said that an hour ago.”

(Fun Fact: Nanami has the second highest alcohol tolerance out of all the other teachers, falling only behind Shoko lmao)

#jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #wine and art #Nanami Kento x painter reader

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hoeforalbedo · 2 years

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Fanfition and Stimulation

Ike Eveland x Fem bodied Reader

Warning: Sex, penetration, cockwarming, edging, writing fanfics, mentions of quildren during sex (doesn’t actually say the fandom name), humiliation, degrade.

“You know darling, you’ve gotten so bold, but not to worry. I find it very amusing,” Ike speaks directly next to your ear, his voice like dripping honey. If it weren’t for his cock buried deep inside your warm soaked pussy, the whole scenario would have been adorable. Just you and your fiance cuddled up writing stories together.

Maybe you should’ve been careful and yet again, your rising fame made it hard. To make it clear, you are famous on lots of fanfiction platforms. You’re most well known for your back arching, toe curling, mind numbing smut of your YouTube streamer fiancee, Ike Eveland.

To think that I had to hold back because you’re oh so precious but underneath that you’re nothing but a little dirty whore,” He speaks sweetly yet he’s mocking you. You suck a deep breath of air, pausing the work of your fingers. How could you focus on writing a story purely on sex when Ike has you sat on his cock?

You hadn’t expected to gain much attention yet the surprise it was for some of your stories to spread like wildfire on twitter. Some have even drawn fan art of such scenarios and of course tagging Ike’s tags. How could he not see that? You could have gotten away with it, honestly, if he hadn’t seen you scrolling through fanfictions the other time and your username is very memorable. The notifications on your phone don't help you either.

Now, here you are, typing yet another obscene fanfiction of Ike. What’s different is that he’s inside you and he’s trailing kisses down your neck and fondling with your exposed breasts. He pinches a nipple which makes you gasp. “You made a little grammar mistake, darling.” He sounds like an english teacher and yet he makes the idea of it sound very arousing.

After a few more clicks and clacks of the keyboard, your brain runs out of ideas, or it merely becomes blank, you can’t tell. Who could ever focus on what they’re doing when your partner is balls deep into your cunt and touching you in all the right places? All you want is for him to thrust himself up your dripping hole. It doesn’t help either that not only are you turned on by the scenario, you’re very much turned on by your writing.

“Ike,” You mumble. “Can’t do it anymore,” Your words quiver a bit.”

“Are you sure you can’t do it anymore or you don’t want to do it anymore?” He asks and obviously the answer is the latter. You really don’t want to continue writing this fanfiction. What you want is for him to stop his silly schemes and fuck you dumb.

“Ikey!” You whine like a spoiled brat. He would always listen immediately to your whines. “Please I don’t know what to write anymore!”

“Oh but what could be so hard about it? You’re only writing a detailed story of everything that I’m doing to you. Wouldn’t your readers enjoy this story? Imagine how my silly fans would scream when they find out how good I can fuck. You’re doing the both of us a favor, my love.”

Ike may make it seem like such an amazing thing but to think they read your story. To them it may be self insert but they don’t know that it’s you. It’s almost like exposing how submissive you are for Ike. It’s humiliating yet they’d never know. It’s a bit arousing in some peculiar way.

“I can always help you write an amazing story. You want me to fuck you right,” Ike asks, his hand resting on your throat. He’d never actually choke you because he’s too afraid to hurt you. Instead he would rub the area just above your pulse and that action alone makes you clench around his dick.

“Please Ike,” You beg.

“I’ll give you something to write about but you better keep writing or else you won’t be cumming anytime soon,” He orders. His hips start grinding up into your cunt, not enough that you’d be dazed from reality but just enough to get you off. “Start writing.”

Your hands work shakily yet the story is getting quite some good details. They do say that the best way to write a story is to write from experience. You would try to bite your lip, trying to keep your moans from coming out because if one manages to slip, then many more will soon follow and you both know that you wouldn’t be able to write anything if that happens. If you are to get distracted from the task Ike ordered you to complete, then you would get a punishment, that being unable to reach your high. He’d only extend it continuously and by the rate he’s going, you don’t think his main mission is to get you to complete that story. No, his mission is to do anything to keep you from finishing it in hopes to edge you for hours and hours.

#ike smut #ike x reader #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland #ike #luxiem #luxiem x reader #ike eveland smut #luxiem smut #nijisanji en #ike x you #ike eveland x you #luxiem x you

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cinefairy · 2 years

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Hey! I know you get tons of asks daily, but I saw you reblogged my old anon post lol (this one > https://at.tumblr.com/cinefairy/long-post-ahead-the-4d-is-the-only-real-reality/us69phf7wzjv idk how to link it bc I’m on mobile) but anyways I just wanted to update everyone to say that I’m doing so very well. Back then I was so stressed and idk I TRULY didn’t understand the law and I was still looking outward and I was stilll reading Neville and over consuming and not actually being a doer but I just wanted to update that all of those things are behind me and that I’ve manifested a lot of things now so I’ll list the ones I’m comfortable with sharing

1. I got into my dream college, I was orginally planning to go to an Ivy League but I realized I truly never really desired that and I just wanted to get in for the aesthetics and for my ego but deep down I wanted to go to this local small private art school near me and I got in! And I’m a top student as well. My teachers love me, recently one of my teachers used my work as an example for others and gave me extra credit!

2. Everything in my life has gotten so much easier. I’ve realized that I am the cause and if I am the cause of the bad things then I can also be the cause of the good things so I completely got rid of my inner critic and my fears/anxieties/worries and I am no longer surviving but thriving!

3. Making friends has gotten so much easier and my relationship with myself and my inner man it’s so amazing. Like yesterday I was shopping for perfume for myself with family bc it was my birthday and one of the workers complimented my vintage jeans and she was like she really loved vintage jeans and she told me all these places where she gets her vintage stock and I told my mom and she’s taking me and a friend to the places next week!

4. I manifested two of my ideal lululemon define jackets and flares! I asked my brother for it for my birthday and I really only asked for the jacket but I told myself he’s gonna give me two sets. So when my birthday came around he gave me a lululemon gift card and I opened it and it was for $400! Which I was able to order the two jackets and flares.

5 . I can easily play whatever I want on my guitar. I used to procrastinate on my guitar bc I thought it would be sooooo hard and that I would never be like my inspirations like Eddie Van Halen and Slash but once I went back to my roots and started back living in my imagination (NOT in a daydreaming way, wishing I could be just like them NO I assumed I was wayyy better than them ALL) it all became so much easier

6. I have fully accepted the laws of the law of assumption yk the basics like your imagination/inner man is the cause of it all and all of that crap (thanks to Edward art btw). I think that’s really a crucial reason why I think I really was “stagnant” with manifesting and just running in circles I truly didn’t understand the law. All I was doing was “trying” to get something and I was going 3D > 4D and I was affirming on loop just doing shit.

7. I finally got my learners permit lolz. I took my test and only missed two questions out of 40.

8. I finally realized what I truly desired. Now this one is so crucial because I remember reading on here about how some people are imagining things they truly don’t want and then Edward art said that you have to imagine what YOU want and not what OTHERS want from you and I did some deep diving and I realized I didn’t want what I wanted like I didn’t want fame, or fortune, or for people to be obsessed with me, or a baddie lifestyle, or men to flock at me, or a hypergamy lifestyle. I realized that was just who and I was using those lifestyles to fulfill the ego and I really view the ego as a bottomless pit like it’s only gonna get bigger and bigger until you just ignore it or pop it yourself. Like I didn’t want all of this designer crap like all I wanted was a life like the movie “dazed and confused” where I party til I drop on the weekends and I study like Rory Gilmore on the weekdays and I have this nice 70s-early 2000s rock/metal sound track vibe (I can’t explain this part but I just made a playlist and imagined my scenarios to it) and my own unique vintage style and I got that. 🤷🏾‍♀️ like if you desire something “odd” or “wonky” or “not so popular” like that then GO for it. No one is stopping you but self.

But now my inner man is fulfilled and if I desire something no matter how small or large I fulfill it instantly! Bc that’s what I’m here for anyways 🤷🏾‍♀️

Anyways I believe that’s really all I want to reveal. The law is really really easy peasy like when people say that they 100% mean it. Like no you don’t have to affirm 500 times, no you don’t have to mediate 5 times a day. All of it is coming FROM you not AT you. You are the cause of it all. Edward Art really helped me open my eyes more than they already were opened. He’s really the only law of assumption source I really trust other than Neville and a couple of blogs on here. But if you are still “stuck” (which you never are), I would 100% check out Edward art on YouTube and Reddit bc his wisdom freed me from a lot of things that I didn’t even consciously know I was doing. But you HAVE to apply it. You can’t be a hearer only. You have to apply the wisdom.

“The only real illusion is your disbelief that you don’t have your desires”

this is so amazing anon. im so happy for you. and i relate to you so much on the last point, go for the desires YOU TRULY DEEPLY WANT. do not alter your desires based on what other people popularise.

glad you’re living the life you want, you deserve it, im proud and you’re incredibly smart and inspiring ❤️

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misguidedasgardian · 27 days

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The Lifeaters (II.5)

V. The Dueling Club

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You find a… “allowed” way to… use magic on people you don’t like

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, people getting petrified, classism, taking joy on the prospect of muggleborns being petrified/killed, you know what this is about

Wordcount: 2,3 k

Notes: I will keep going with this fic, because I know it will take off, and I know in the future this is going to be AMAZING

You could feel it in class, or in your free periods…

The fear

The uncertainty

You couldn’t when you were in the common room, or surrounded by your friends, because they acted like nothing is happening, in fact, they took pride on it

Everyone was teasing Draco, about him being the heir of Slytherin, and he only smirked proudly, you wanted to feel the same, you wanted to feel the same thing they were feeling but, something stopped you from doing so, your belly felt heavy.

So as you were hanging around the common room, you looked up at Draco, and all your friends gathered there

“Who do you think is the heir of Slytherin?”, you asked, and to your surprise, he looked back at you and squinted, like really looking into you

“I don’t know”, he confessed, which did surprised you, Matthew chuckled, taking your attention far from your friend

“I don’t know, but that is someone worth befriending”, he said, imitating what Draco said about Potter on the first year, “a great job he is pulling”

You didn't think petrifying innocent people is a “Great job”, but you didn’t dare to say anything

But a little boy, a first year, had been petrified, he was lucky he wasn’t dead, but he was a muggle born, so the threat was actually becoming a reality.. and it was scary

An “heir”, and by the looks of it, a Slytherin heir, had come back to the school and decided to purge it from muggle born students.

The next class of defense against the dark arts came around, and to your delight, this wasn��t going to be a normal class like the rest, actually Lockheart made you walk all the way to a big hall on the first floor, where he gathered the rest of the students of second year

There was a large, long platform in the middle, drawings of the cycles of the moon beautifully painted atop a blue fabric. as you all second years students were standing around it, Professor Lockheart showed his face, walking along it

“Can you all hear me?”, he asked as we were his raging fanclub, “Excellent! In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this dueling club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves, as I myself has done in countless occasions, for full details... see my published works”, you rolled your eyes at him, and Draco snickered

“Maybe we can finally learn something useful”, you mocked to him, and he laughed

“Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape”, you all looked, entertained how your teacher climbed to the platform, with his common serious face, “He has sportingly agreed to help with a short demonstration, now, I don’t want any of you youngsters to worry, you’ll still have your potions master when I’m through with him. Never fear”, you snickered, not thinking for a second that clown could best the had of your house

They both got in font of the other, moving their wands in a traditional, dueling manner, then they turned around and gave short paces, to then turn to each other again several steps away

“1…2…3!”, counted Lockheart, but Snape was quicker, throwing him a quick expelliarmus charm to disarm him. You laughed when the blonde teacher flew back several feet and landed on his butt. He came out of his stupor and raised himself from the ground trying to demonstrate the little dignity he had left, just chuckling

“An excellent idea to show them that professor Snape… but if you don’t mind me saying, it was pretty obvious what you were about to do, if I had wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy”, you looked at your teacher expectantly for what he was about to answer

“Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells professor”, he tried then

“An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape! Let’s have a volunteer pair, Potter, Weasley, how about you?”

“Weasley’s wand causes devastation with the simplest spells, he is going to send Potter to the hospital wing in a match box, may I suggest someone from my own house, Malfoy, perhaps?”, you could see the excitement behind your friend’s eyes, especially when Snape commanded him to get up in the platform, he did without hesitation

“Good luck!”, you said quickly

“Like I will need it”, he mocked back, standing on the platform, on the other side, Potter did the same.

They walked until they were face to face, you exchanged excited looks with Pansy who was smiling widely

“Wands at the ready!”, demanded Lockheart

“Scared Potter?”, you heard your friend ask

“You wish”, he responded rather quickly. They walked away from each other, just like Snape and Lockheart had done

“In the count of three”, the professor chanted, “cast your charms to disarm your opponent, ONLY TO DISARM!”, he warned, “we don’t want any accidents here. One! Two!...”, but Draco didn’t wait on three, he cast the first spell

“Everte Statum!”, Potter flied backwards and fell on his face, which was hilarious, all of Sytherin laughed at him, even some Ravenclaws, but he stood up quickly

“Rictusempra!”, Potter cursed, and it was time for Draco to fly through the air and fall on his behind, the room filled with gasps and a few snickers. Snape grabbed him roughly and rigid him to stand

“I said disarm only!”, whined Lockheart

“Serpensortia!”, called Draco, clearly not hearing him, a snake was created from thin air and wheezing in front of Potter.

There was an uncomfortable silence, Potter seemed really, really surprised, and in the room you could hear even a pin drop.

“Don’t move Potter, I’ll get rid of her for you”, mocked Snape, walking in front of Draco, redying his wand. Draco seemed only too pleased with himself, as he saw how people looked at him amazed and some even frightened, conjuring snakes would indicate he was..

“Allow me professor Snape, Alarte Ascendare!”, Lockheart interrupted your thoughts, but the snake was only pushed into the air, and landed right back where she was, ready to attack, now, even angrier .

And Potter… he looked at the snake and started walking towards it, and to your surprise, he started chanting in parseltongue, talking to the snake.

nobody could move as Potter made the snake stop as it was directing itself towards another student.

The entire room was quiet, they were all in shock, you did too, so much, you missed Matthew right by your side, whispering in parseltongue as well.

“Vipera Evanesca”, interrupted Professor Snape, getting rid of the snake

Draco looked at me surprised, but they were all looking at Potter

He ran out of the room, and Lokcheart took a while to come out of his stupor, clearing his throat

“Pair up”, he said, Snapped has also vanished, “let’s practice some more”

You were really looking forward to the dueling club, but not as it was directed by Lockheart, at the end, after pairing up with Daphne, you learned nothing, except by a tickling charm Daph hit you with because she didn’t want to hurt you, you instead hit her with the dancing legs spell you learned last year and was the final exam for charms.

it was all good fun until Milicent and Granger actually came to physical blows, forgetting about their wands, you and daphne wanted to help your friend, so you punched on the both of them, and the Parvati twins stepped in to help Granger and you all ended up throwing spells at one another. You actually landed one that made her hair grow quickly, it catched her eyebrows, it was really funny, but Snape returned only to grab you by your robes and un-chant Patil.

You were actually kind of proud of it.

The very next week was even more eventful.

A huge Blizzard had hit Hogwarts with all its might, Herbology classes were canceled because of it, and you were so relieved, last class you had touched a plant and it had died on you, even Professor Sprout seemed concerned about it

You did not like Herbology at all

You didn’t know where the other common rooms were, but you were somehow lucky, yours was underground and under the Black Lake, so the temperature was somewhat even, even though you wished you had sunlight sometimes to read or study, your common room was beautiful. And now with all those attacks, you were… encouraged… to stay in your common rooms and not go about alone

“Have you heard what they are all saying?”, asked Matthew, entering the room really crossed, you looked up from the book you were reading on taking care of plants for dummies

“What?”, had asked Draco, who you were leaning against. Matthew frowned at the both of you but shook his head angrily

“They are saying Potter is the heir of slytherin”, he growled, “I heard some Hufflepuffs talking”

“That half-blood? it’s ridiculous”, mocked Draco.

“Maybe he is”, you threw in, gaining shocked looks from all of them

“Don’t be silly”, wanted Draco

“He can speak in parseltongue”, you reasoned

“How do you know what that is?”, asked Matthew, frowning

“Because…”, you didn’t really have a good explanation, “don’t we all?”, you tried to salvage yourself, “you all know what a parseltongue is, don’t you?”, and they got quiet

“Harry Potter is not the heir to Slytherin”, Matthew growled

“Are you?”, you asked him, he smirked, but didn't say anything, you looked back at Draco, and he didn't say anything either, only smiling slyly.

“Of course not”, he said then, more quietly, Theo at his side chuckled darkly, pretending to keep reading his tome on potions mastery for beginners, you hoped he still wouldn’t understand a thing, after the stunt he pulled last year, you had refused to partner up with him again, even though he even asked you a couple of times, you preferred to partner up with Draco so Snape wouldn’t criticize you as much, and you ALWAYS got a perfect grade, sharing the podium with Granger.

But Theodore Nott was still really cute, to your own frustration, Daphne, Pansy, even Milicent and Tracy would almost swoon when he asked them something directly, you found it annoying. He even had followers amongst first years, so… you wanted to keep away from him, refusing to be a member of his fan club.

You looked at Matthew from the corner of your eye, and he was still looking back at you, he even winked at you, like the fact he was the heir to Slytherin should make you swoon instead of feeling terrified

Was he really the heir to Slytherin?

You felt something besides the fear… you felt relief, because if that was truly Slytherin’s monster, and the one who opened the chamber was really a Slytherin heir, you had to admit, you felt relieved.

You would not get attacked, or any of your friends

Furthermore, you didn’t believe any of your friends could actually command a monster to do something like this, most of them were only twelve! Who could do that? it had to be one of the oldest pupils of your house, maybe Flint had a more accepted idea of who that might be

But he was also pure blood, one of the sacred 28 even…

Maybe he was the heir…

As you looked around at your class, you realized you didn’t have anyone else to share your deductions with, Draco seemed so different from before the summer

The very next day you found yourself taking notes in the History of Magic class, the class itself was boring, Professor Beams, even though he was a ghost, which you thought was pretty cool, couldn’t write on the board or make presentations, so he just limited himself to dictate from memory all he could on a particular subject. And most of your friends would snooze off, Pansy was the only one you could rely on when it came to good notes and paying attention in class, and Draco also seemed determined since he told you Lucius was very disappointed in his performance at school, even thought he had almost perfect scores, he was always second in class…

Maybe that is why Lucius was so crossed

The first one was Granger…

When class was finally over and you had awakened all of your dormant friends, you go out of the classroom and you stopped in your tracks as Potter was standing against the wall, on the floor in front of him, was an annoying hufflepuff boy, whose name you couldn’t remember right now, petrified with a shocked look on his face

And there floating above him, was nearly headless nick, Gryffindor’s ghost, with a wide-eyed horrified expression on his face, completely unmovable

He had been petrified too

How did they manage that? he was a ghost!

Peeves, the Hogwarts poltergeist, was screaming at the top of his lungs

“ANOTHER ATTACK! ANOTHER ATTACK!”, Professor Mcgonaggal was already on the scene, and it was general mayhem

You took a second to thank the Bloody Baron for keeping Peeves away from all of you Slytherins, you really disliked him, and he seemed to be the only thing that could somewhat “control” Peeves.

You were quickly removed from the scene, even though Draco was smiling almost brightly

He might not be heir of Slytherin, but Potter was going to get in sirius trouble

“This is even better”, he said, “he is not getting expelled… he is getting sent to Azkaban!”, he laughed, and he and Matt high-fived each other. As you were walking away, all you could hear above all the murmurs and scared whispers of the students… was Peeves singing.

“Oh Potter, you rotter, oh what have you done? You are killing off students, you think it's good fun”

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skelobun · 11 months

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I wanna be yours (pt 4)

Ellie x overachiever/artsy!reader

Summary: You have always “hated” Ellie, but that seems to be changing now…

Part 3 Part 5

Not proof read, tell me if you find mistakes

As you go to Ellie’s house again, you can’t help but notice how you on keep thinking about her.

You already thought about her plenty, but this time was different…

It felt different..

It felt…nice? To say the least.

You didn’t know what it was, but it felt fluffy.

You finally made it to Ellie’s house, you do your normal routine.

You walk in, greet Joel, then greet Ellie and then go in the garage to paint.

Today, Ellie seemed more talkative with you.

[Bold means Ellie is speaking]

“Hey, your art is.. looking great” she said, sounding a little shy.

“The way you say that makes it sound like it’s actually bad” you say, obviously joking.

“No! No! I was just.. uh..” she seems nervous.

“Hey, you ok? You seem a little.. scared?”

“Nah, I’m good, just worried about.. the project you know?”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, don’t worry, you’ll do great, your art looks great”

Ellie chuckles, her face glows as she smiles. Her smile was something you always seem to have admired.

“You seem so soft, what’s goin’ on with you, hm?”

“Oh come on, I’m just trying to be nice here, would you rather me be mean?”

“No, I like this version of you better”

“You seem to be hating me less, too, so thanks”

Ellie looks at you confused.

“Hate you? What do you.. I never hated you?”

You look at her, confused. As you put your paint brush down, you continue to look at her.

“Wait.. you actually hated me? I thought we were, I don’t know.. just joking around, or somethin’?”

“We don’t hate each other?”

“No? I think?”

You stay silent, picking up your paintbrush again and continuing to paint.

“Y/N”

“Hmm?”

“Do you remember when we had that math test a few months back, and you got 95% and I got 90%?”

“Yeah? Why?”

“I actually got a 98% on that test”

“Why’d you lie? And why bring this up now?”

“I just want you to know something Y/N, I’ve never actually hated you. I lied that day because I wanted to see you smile. The smile that I’ve admired all these years”

You look at her, still staying silent.

“I’m bringing this up now Y/N because I don’t want you to think I actually hated you..”

[October, 14th]

“Y/N, here’s your test, and Ellie here’s yours” your math teacher tells you, placing a piece of paper on your desk.

You turn your paper around to see a 95% written in red marker.

Ellie asks you “what’d you get?”

“A 95%” you say with an overly confident tone.

Ellie groans and says “shit, I got a 90%..”

You smile and then silently cheer to yourself, proud that you got a higher mark than Ellie.

[Now]

As you leave Ellie’s house, you start to feel bad.

Ellie never hated you.

Dina was right about Ellie.

Ellie was never against you, but you just assumed she was because of the way she acted around you. You feel the need to apologize to her.

You walk into your room and grab your phone to call her.

“Hey, Ellie”

“Hey”

“We’re good right? I’m sorry if earlier was uncomfortable for you”

“Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it, it just caught me off guard, don’t worry”

You laugh from relief when you hear this.

“Ok, thanks, just making sure, bye”

You hang up the phone.

Maybe you should’ve waited for Ellie to say bye back, but you felt so awkward.

You sighed before changing into your pyjamas and laying in bed.

[at school the next morning]

You and Ellie have finally finished your art projects.

Ellie’s portrait of you is so detailed, it’s insane.

She captured details of your face that you’ve never even noticed on yourself…

The attention to detail and the colours are just so beautiful… you admire everything she’s done.

Your teacher calls you two up to her desk after class, she had given you both an A+, which had made you feel proud.

“Y/N, you did amazing as usual! You too Ellie! Keep up the great work you two, I knew it wasn’t a mistake to partner you two up together!”

You smile at your teacher and then smile at Ellie, but when you do this, she looks away. You feel your smile fade away quickly as you notice this.

You leave the classroom, trying not to overthink what just happened.

As you walk into your next class, you can’t help but think if what you told Ellie yesterday might’ve caused her to act like this.

This class is the only one Ellie isn’t in. Usually you’d be so happy that she isn’t in this class, but this time you want her to be there with you. You take your seat and listen to your teacher for the next hour.

When you get to your next class you see Ellie talking to Dina. You walk up to her and she notices.

You smile at her and she gives a small smile.

“Hey” you say, still smiling at her.

“Hey”

“You ok?”

“Yeah, don’t worry”

Ellie turns around and walks to your guys’ next class. You follow her and sit right beside her in class.

She seems to notice this and even though she tries to hide it, you notice her warm smile appear back on her face.

[after school]

You hear the doorbell ring.

You weren’t expecting anyone and it was way too early for your mom to come home.

So you run downstairs from your room and open the door. Although, when you open it you see someone you didn’t expect to see.

Ellie.

“Ellie? What’re you doing here..?” You ask in confusion.

She opens her mouth as if she’s trying to say something, but then she hesitates and you see her cheeks slightly go red.

“I’m so sorry that I was being off earlier.. I was just thinking a lot, y’know?” She says, looking down, not wanting to look in your eyes.

“Hey, it’s ok, don’t worry!” You say with a smile.

“Do you want to come in? To maybe talk about it?” You move out the way as a way of telling her to come in.

She nods and walks inside.

She removed her shoes and you tell her to follow you to the kitchen. She sits down on a chair that was tucked into the dining table.

“Do you want some tea or anything? I don’t really have any food to give you…” you joke, trying to lighten the mood.

“It’s fine..” she says, sounding upset.

You sit down on the chair in front of her.

“You wanna talk about something? You seem so upset..” you ask her.

Ellie’s head is still lowered, as if she is unable to look at you.

“Ellie?” You say to get her attention.

She seems so off.

“Hey, Ellie?” You repeat yourself.

She looks at you, she seems to be tearing up now.

Even though she’s not talking, you know she’s upset.

Ellie rests her face in her hands and starts crying. You never expected Ellie to come to you for comfort, but you don’t mind it.

You rub her back in an attempt to comfort her.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask her.

She nods no and stops crying.

“Sorry.. I didn’t come here to cry.. I just..” she pauses, it’s obvious she has something bothering her, but she just doesn’t want to talk about it.

“Hey.. how about we watch a movie or something? Maybe that can cheer you up?” You offer Ellie and she nods.

You smile and guide her to your living room.

She sits on the couch and you grab the remote to turn on the TV.

You two decide to watch Jurassic World together, you put this movie on knowing that Ellie is a big fan of dinosaurs. The only reason you knew this is because Ellie has dinosaur pins on her backpack and when you went over to her house you saw multiple books on dinosaurs placed around her garage.

During the movie Ellie tells you facts about the different dinosaurs that are appearing on the screen.

“I didn’t know you liked dinosaurs this much!” You laugh when she tells you a fact about the triceratops on screen.

She rolls her eyes jokingly.

“I’ve loved dinosaurs ever since I was a kid!” She exclaims.

“For my birthday Joel brought me to a museum and I saw a bunch of dinosaurs! It was great!” She says, smiling brightly.

“Oh! Oh! And there was even a whole exhibit on space! I loved that part” the more the speaks the more happier she looks. You’ve never seen someone look so happy while talking about something.

She looks so beautiful when she’s excited like this.

Your thoughts about how beautiful she is causes you to blush slightly.

Ellie notices this and her face blushes as well as she smiles. She doesn’t point it out, but you know she notices it.

You both continue to watch the movie, watching in comforting silence.

You check the time, it’s 8:45 PM and the movie had ended. You didn’t realize it, but halfway through the movie Ellie had fallen asleep and she was leaning on your shoulder.

You go to tell Ellie something before realizing that she was on your shoulder, fast asleep.

You don’t want to wake her up, so you stand as still as you can. You feel your face heat up and your palms start sweating.

She looks so peaceful when she’s fast asleep. You can’t help but smile as you look at her.

You’re glad to see her like this, especially after she was crying almost two hours ago.

You lean your head on hers, still smiling. As you do this, you shut your eyes and drift off to sleep with her.

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Making at least 1-2 more parts!! This is a little shorter than the other parts

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 1 year

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[CN] Victor’s Sea-circle Event (Chapter 5)

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

✧ mum’s smile || little gentleman || art and love || mum’s companionship || endearing thoughts

【Endearing Thoughts】

By the tenth day of the study tour, children from different classes have already formed close bonds with each other. Even during the downtime of waiting for the bus, they would spiritedly chase each other and engage in playful activities. At an age when children naturally love to play, under the precondition of safety, teachers and parents allow them to freely engage in activities.

Among these lively figures, there is one small figure who appears quieter than the rest, making him stand out as particularly unique. The boy’s back is straight as a ramrod, and his shirt is neatly tucked in. His demeanor is calm and composed, resembling a little adult, without any signs of constraint. He always stands by his mum’s side throughout, not displaying any traces of impatience despite the bus being late.

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“Vic, why don’t you come and play with KeKe and the others too?”

A parent smilingly calls out to the boy.

Upon hearing this, the boy’s mum lowers her head and strokes his hair,

“Vic-Vic, go play with them. I’ll call you when the bus comes.”

The boy shakes his head, not saying anything to explain his refusal.

Seeing this, the enthusiastic parent walks up to the mother and son, striking up a friendly conversation with the boy’s mum.

“Out of all these children, Vic is the most obedient. He didn’t stir up any mischief throughout the journey, unlike our little tyrant who almost tore off the ceiling of the plane…”

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

The boy’s mum smiles along with the other parent, looking at her son with a gaze filled with pride. But there appears to be an additional layer of emotions mixed in her gaze, resembling the feelings of regret and being ridden with guilt,

“He has indeed never caused me any worries since childhood.”

“But, it’s important to let him play more often. Children should be livelier and more adorable when they are young, so they can better integrate into society as they grow up. It’s not good to be too introverted. We, parents, can’t be by their side forever, can we?”

The boy’s mum smiles but doesn’t say anything, slowly lowering her eyelashes as if lost in deep thought. The boy lifts his head, and his mother’s silent demeanor is reflected in his clear eyes. After a while, he suddenly speaks.

“Mum, I want to go and play with my classmates.”

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

The boy’s mum is taken aback for a moment, then she nudges the tip of his nose,

“Go ahead.”

As she watches the boy quickly join the children in play, faint dimples form on her cheeks.

“He... actually isn’t introverted.”

“He is very sensible and has his own ideas about things.”

The bus finally arrives after a ten-minute delay.

Today’s itinerary is quite relaxed. In the morning, they visit an art university, and at noon, they will have a group meal at a restaurant booked by the school.

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

The bright-hued family restaurant has been decorated with the utmost care, with colorful balloons and beautiful embellishments adorning every corner. The children cheerfully shuttle through the restaurant, but soon the teacher requests everyone to take their seats.

“While we wait for the meal, the teachers have prepared a little art knowledge quiz for everyone! There are prizes for this competition~ Let the teacher reveal what the prizes are! The third prize is…”

The children clamor with excitement, enthusiastically raising their hands to sign up.

But the little grown-up boy shows no interest, because he is very hungry now and just wants to have lunch as soon as possible.

“And now, I’m thrilled to reveal the most exciting grand prize, which is–– tickets to a music concert by the celebrated French symphony orchestra!”

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

“The tickets to this concert are very difficult to get.”

The boy’s mum suddenly exclaims in a soft voice.

The boy gazes at his mum’s glowing eyes. His little head seems to be in deep thought, and then he lifts his hand.

“I want to participate too.”

The contest wraps up swiftly.

All the questions were related to the knowledge points that the teachers had explained during the study tour, so the boy found them very simple.

The teacher places a beautiful flower garland around the boy’s neck and puts a small crown with “No.1” written on it on his head. The boy politely expresses his thanks and solemnly accepts two tickets from the teacher. He then returns to his seat and hands them over to his mum. However, compared to the joy of receiving tickets to the concert, his mum seems to be even more proud of his performance. She opens her arms and gives him a big hug.

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

“Our Vic-Vic is number one~”

With his chin resting on his mum’s shoulder, the boy looks at the tickets in his hand, and a hint of joy quietly surfaces in his serious expression.

The reason he took the initiative to participate in the competition was originally to win the concert tickets for his mum and make her happy. But he seems to have forgotten that his mum actually really loves to smile–– whether it’s because of his great performance, or when he and his dad debate over a difference of opinion on something, or when he achieves good grades… but most of the time, though, it seems that as long as he smiles, she would also have such a radiant smile on her face.

The reason his mum is so happy right now is probably that he not only won the concert tickets but also performed well in the competition. Perhaps, this is what they mean by “killing two birds with one stone.” As the boy thinks this to himself, the corners of his lips unconsciously curl up into a smile.

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

Before the arrival of the main course, the waiters bring some desserts for the students. The boy ponders for a moment and chooses a pudding. The plump pudding is adorned with a tantalizing drizzle of chocolate sauce on top, and the velvety whipped cream is embellished with bright red strawberries.

The boy wipes his fork meticulously and takes a bite with great anticipation, only to furrow his brows and put the fork down. The boy’s mum, who is taking pictures of the concert tickets with her Polaroid on the side, notices his reaction,

“What’s wrong?”

“I want to eat Mum’s pudding.”

The boy blurts out.

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

The mother is momentarily surprised, but when she looks up and sees the boy’s frowning little face, she can’t help but burst into laughter–– That little face, which is always mature and composed, finally reveals a rare childishness and willfulness. Even the corners of his lips and arches of his brows are adorned with liveliness and cuteness that cannot be concealed.

“Okay, Mum will definitely make it for you.”

After her words, she can’t resist reaching out and poking the boy’s cheek.

“Who says our Vic-Vic isn’t adorable?”

The boy’s eyes squint involuntarily due to his mum’s actions, and in his slightly distorted vision, his mum’s brilliant smiling face blends together with the splendid sunlight, creating a resemblance to a beautiful oil painting.

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

For a brief instant, the boy suddenly wishes to use that ability he has never told anyone about–– to pause time; so that he can preserve this smile like those beautiful oil paintings, frozen in its most radiant moment.

But this thought flashes through his mind for only a fleeting moment.

Because he couldn’t bear to let this smile come to a pause. It should be vivacious, ever-changing, and lasting for a long, very long time.

He resolves to bring a beautiful bouquet of flowers every time he sees his mum, to let her know that he is growing up well, becoming more sensible and more outstanding.

In this way, he will be able to see such a smile frequently.

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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Colour Vision

Summary: Jade West/Reader/Beck Oliver soulmate au where you see color when you look your soulmate in the eyes

Tori had said she’d be at the front office to meet you to help you with your schedule but she was probably late like always and you were getting worried you'd end up being late to your first class. She was the entire reason you'd transferred to Hollywood Arts. Your acting and singing skills got you in, you know that, but you would have never thought to actually audition if Tori hadn’t pushed you. It’s why you were her best friend at her old school. You knew she had new friends now and you didn’t feel threatened by them at all, in fact you were relieved it wasn’t just going to be the two of you. You still wanted to find your soulmate and since Tori had found hers you knew you’d have to branch out on your own to search.

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm, just waiting for Tori, Vega, she’s uh supposed to help me with my schedule…” You frown at your phone and look up when you hear a laugh.

“I’m Beck, one of Tori’s friends; she’s probably going to be late; but I can help, here.” Beck’s smile is so comforting you find yourself nodding and handing over your schedule to him.

“Thanks…”

“Y/N.” You smile back and look him in the eyes. Brown. His eyes are brown; but so much of the school is still gray when you know they should be bright colours; Tori has said as much and you want to say something but he just nods and spins you around.

“You first class is right there, I have to go, I’ll meet you here for lunch I swear. I can see colours too, don’t stress.”

You try not to think about it, how your soulmate might not even be your whole soulmate and he’d run off. You try your best to avoid saying anything or walking into anyone but of course that’s not your luck. You stumble, spilling a coffee over a girl, you frown, you can see the brown stain but everything about her outfit and hair are grey. You squeeze your eyes shut and sigh preparing to let her yell at you.

“Jade sit down, you can’t even see the stain, everyone knows brown is still gray to you.” The teacher chides and you think it should be a joke but it’s still harsh, Jade doesn’t seem upset but she still walks out. You sit next to another girl who introduces herself as Cat.

“So what was that about?”

“Oh Jade? Yeah she can’t see all the colours, Beck’s not really her soulmate…” Cat mumbles and Jade looks up having walked back in, glaring, but before she can threaten her, your eyes widen, her’s are blue green.

“Oh… that’s uh, interesting,, excuse me!” You turn and run out of the room. You knew the probability of meeting your soulmate was high. But you’d thought you’d already met him; Beck, who had helped you with your schedule had suddenly had brown eyes. You’ve never heard of anyone having two soulmates. And you knew with your luck, Jade, probably hated that guy's guts.

Of course you run into Beck and then before you can say anything Jade is on your heels and they’re both pulling you into a hug. You’re just squished between them and you’re expecting them to start yelling but instead they both sigh.

“We’re so happy to have found you.”

“Found me?” You blink at them, wide eyed and shocked, apparently they were both your soulmate, which made sense as they were each other’s but not complete without you, which was why they couldn’t see colour.

“What do you want from this?”

“To be with you, and you?”

“To be with you.” They answer at the same time and all three of you laugh.

Senior year; so much has happened. You, Jade and Beck and only grown stronger in your relationship, proving that the soulmate colours were always the right choices.

“So we’re actually going to graduate!”

“I know it feels like it’s been centuriessssss.” You drag it out and Jade laughs.

“While you two are making jokes, I’ve arranged a date for all of us.”

“A date?” “Mhm, after graduation.”

“Can we have a hint.” Jade smirks at him.

“Just figured we should start our ‘after high school’ journey with a good solid first date with all of us.”

“Are we going out for ice cream?”

“Uh, no…”

“We are!” You clap your hands together and Beck scowls playfully. Clearly annoyed you’ve gotten the date plan, it was the same as the first date Jade, you and him had all gone.

Beck seems far more nervous than a usual ice cream date and you and Jade go to the bathroom to try to guess what he’s worried about.

“I bet it’s about the college he got into… you know he was stressing about being near us.” You nod, Jade and you had been accepted to the same art college, but Beck had applied late so he was still waiting for his response.

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citizen-zero · 1 year

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I guess part of the reason that the whole “proshipper/anti” discourse is so silly to me is because like. I actually lived the situation that so many of them talk about, the whole “predators will show your fic to minors in order to groom them” thing. Except that’s not…that’s not really what happened.

The 25 year old woman I “dated” when I was 15 was someone I met through the Hetalia fandom; we did a lot of NSFW RPs and bonded over smutty fic. She drew, commissioned, and purchased smutty art and doujins that she shared with me. She came to visit me twice and like, we never went further than kissing, but I know for a fact that she wanted to. She said as much, and I think if I hadn’t been worried about getting caught by my mom, we would’ve. And this isn’t super distressing for me to talk about but it still makes me feel a little dirty. Not in a shame-filled way, I don’t think it’s my fault or anything, but I don’t feel good about it either.

Anyway, point is, it’s literally the situation that people wave around as an example of what might happen if we let people write about Sexually Immoral Topics, and yet I maintain that none of it was the fault of NSFW fan art/fiction. Not even the handful of teacher/student or incest fics I read and enjoyed—even when I was “dating” her, I recognized that that sort of relationship was wrong and should only be enjoyed in a fictional context. That sort of content was cathartic for me because I could engage with it but didn’t have to see or experience it IRL where it would have actual consequences. It’s the same as how playing GTA let me shoot rocket launchers at cops and blow up cars without…you know, doing that.

No, all of it was squarely the fault of the adult woman who was trying to fuck a teenage girl. All the emotional stress I felt then and all the lingering sour taste I have now is her fault. It wasn’t a single one of those artists’ or authors’ faults that, for almost two years, I was denying/unable to recognize the wrongness of my own situation even though I could recognize it in fictional ones. All of it was her fault for earning the trust of a teenager and then pursuing a “relationship.” The only function that the sexual content served was to be just another part of fandom to bond over, just like we bonded over cosplay and merchandise and new canon material and anime episodes and dubs and—you get it. It was one part of a whole. Like, smutty fan works are so common that it didn’t raise a red flag, because, well…everyone likes that stuff. If we’d been hanging out offline it would’ve been a red flag because adults talking about about sex with teenagers in a non-educational context is creepy. But in the fandom space, it’s just normal and part of the fun and it was okay because it wasn’t about us, it was about fake people.

So that makes it hard for me to take the discourse seriously, because 1) I don’t think most of you even know what you’re angry about anymore, and 2) sexual fan works and RPs didn’t have the heavy influence in my situation that you think they did. They were a part of the equation, but that woman could’ve easily groomed me even if we’d never talked about sex before we got into a “relationship.” The reason why I could recognize the wrongness of a fictional relationship but not my own was because she had earned my trust and used it to emotionally manipulate me into believing we were an exception.

I think a lot of you have a very…early 2000s after-school special idea of the role fandom can play in grooming and abuse. I think a lot of you imagine a creepy adult sending a teacher/student fic to a 14 year old and saying, “See, this is normal and okay because it’s in a fan fiction.” And I’m not saying that never ever happens, but I think it’s far more common for it to happen the same way it does offline: the adult bonds with the minor over shared interests, earns their trust, makes them feel cool and special, and then uses that trust and goodwill to convince them that the abuse is okay and that other people “don’t/won’t understand.” It’s exactly the same tactics as adult men “dating” high school girls.

I think it’s unproductive at best to go after artists and authors who create the kind of content I was reading back then, because like, I recognized that the fictional scenarios would be wrong IRL and it still didn’t help. I’m betting most people reading AND making that stuff recognize on some level that it’d be wrong IRL. Blaming abuse on fan work and not solely on predators means that one of the ways that predators can gain your trust is by aligning themselves with “antis,” the same way that right wingers can get you to agree with them on anything by dressing it up in progressive language. I dread to say it but I am confident that it’s already happening.

I’m not saying anyone needs to read something they’re uncomfortable with, or interact with people who enjoy those things, but I do think you need to develop some nuance and recognize that the vast majority of people making the sexual content you dislike aren’t doing so for nefarious reasons. Yes, fiction can normalize and perpetuate bad ideas, but fiction isn’t the cause, it’s the symptom. You’re not going to end sexual abuse by witch hunting people who write about, like, teenagers dating and having sex (which, as we all know, definitely doesn’t happen IRL). At best it’s unproductive, and at worst you create an environment where teens feel even greater shame about wanting to explore their sexuality by writing about characters their own age, and adults feel afraid to draw inspiration from their own life experiences for fear someone will call them a predator. Which sucks for everyone, but it also means that queer teens and adults (who are already made to feel like their feelings are dirty and inappropriate) effectively end up closeted and unable to come to terms with their identities and see their experiences represented somewhere.

So…I don’t really have a smooth conclusion here. I just think the shipping discourse is fucking stupid because it assumes a world that runs on Internet Stranger Danger PSA logic.

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skeledude · 1 month

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Today on Skeledude's Mind Palace

I saw the Distinction level students personal project and started worrying. I had the chance to see some of the previous students work. The teacher told us it was a distinction level project, and that already made me a bit worried. We went through the first week.

Are you sure this girl isn't writing a novel? That's more words than I type in a year!

These are some of the longest words and sentences combined together. This gave me a lot of stress, you know how bad it got. I was thinking about using an Ai to help me write, I was so desperate that I almost threw away my morals. But I didn't.

This may not be the greatest, but it’s made by me, that's what matters the most. Maybe I won’t get a distinction, but that’s not like the end of the world, that's America.

Ai art is like a remix, these Ai artists (if you can even call them artists) use a pre-built tool to mash up a multitude of images and print out a new one, just like a DJ, except for the fact that DJ’s actually have talent. I’m not worried about Ai taking over my job, just like how painters never got replaced by cameras, art is forever worthy in the hands of a person. As intelligent creatures we have emotion that transcends from one to another. Art isn’t something you can say in a formula, it’s a complex feeling that humans understand, you experience art. I just hope others can understand.

Kind of hard to take a machine seriously, then again, in the future who knows, maybe they’ll give the Ai feelings, and what I said would be wrong.

(but we can still tell the difference between a set of hands better)

(I'm here from the future, I realize the next few parts aren't related to making comics, I was so worried about not filling the word count that I just let my mind loose, I'll just put it in the description of thinking process which happens to come out from comic)

I'm not a teacher, at least not yet.The difference between a teacher who knows an answer and a student who knows an answer is whether they could explain it. I could know how to do something without understanding the reasons behind it, just thinking and doing, a teacher is different in the fact that they really think and do, they know the cause and effect. Teachers can explain, teachers can teach.

Students learn, reading is learning. Here we are reading me teaching you the basics of making a comic, guess I'm finally the teacher then. I'm going to teach you my process.

“Everything is nothing but nothing is something”, this is a quote I just made up, it could mean something which is also nothing at all. The thing with art is everyone has their own interpretation, a quote is an art form, could mean anything, “All roads lead to Rome” could mean everything will sort out in the end, it could also mean that Rome is a structurally failed city because people can,t get out of there.

I’ve been giving you kind of a lecture haven’t I.

I don’t want to sound like I’m better, that’s below me, so you’re saying you’re better than yourself, maybe, How can a person be better than before, improving.

I could sound like the most narcissistic person in this project, but at the same time this is my project. I keep using ‘’I’’, because what else am I supposed to use, “I’’ is the first person pronoun. Maybe I’ll use my name, But I don’t want to type “Jim” every time I need to refer to myself. Guess “I” is the way to go. Does calling yourself in the third person form make you more narcissistic? Possible. Maybe I got the word ”narcissist” wrong. Thinking of yourself as worthy of compassion is not being a narcissist.

Self-awareness is not a personality, It's more of an action that you take, I’m aware of the people around me. I’m aware that there are an infinite amount of thoughts and actions happening everyday thanks to these people. Being self aware is important.

I could think of a thousand ideas, the problem is I wouldn’t have the place to store them, if only there was some kind of machine that could hook up my brain to printer or sorts, print out a thousand ideas a second, maybe it will read some inaccurate ideas, those inaccurate ideas are my thinking process.

Perception is the existence of neurons in your head, every action you take is thought beforehand, then taken information from the database in your head to calculate a proper solution. You think, therefore you are.

#mindset #mindfulness #perception #meaning #understanding #purpose #storytelling #oc #comics #comic books #being

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“I’ll protect them with my life. Even my mommy won’t get in the way...”

My digital art has gone stale, anyways I’m a rant about the ideas in my brain for this underneath

If you’re reading this please critique me. Now then,

Some basics I need to go over-

1.) This s mostly an explanation of how everyone gets into the situation they are in. This is mostly about the k2 kids, I plan to make one for the k1 kids, and everyone’s personality(excluding staff of course).

2.) Carla and Ron are partners in crime(Ron lost a bet okay).

3.) Ozzy’s third friend was the monster that attacked Penny, they were killed by Bob that day(Much to the principal's displeasure).

4.) There is a dumb class teacher, they are not that important, but they are worth mentioning.

So Penny found out about her mom’s experiments after her chip got fried. In a panic and chip malfunction, she killed her mother. Now Penny has to figure out how to get Alice out, and how to kill the other staff.

(Note: I’m not sure if Penny would let Bob die, after all he’s just a janitor with no idea what’s actually going on, and he, ya know, saved her. I don’t think she would kill Stevie either, after he’s a child who probably didn’t know as well. For now, just assume they get out safe.)

She decides to call Carla and Ron into the principal’s office(as it is a normal occurrence for them). When they enter they find the body and a distressed Penny. Carla has seen worse and more or less comforts Penny(also mentally celebrating), Ron on the other is more worried about what to do with the body. Penny gives an explanation, and she needs help dealing with the staff to save Alice.

Plans are discussed and they decide on who kills who, Ron gets the dumb class teacher, Carla all to excited gets to kill Danner, and Penny decides to finish the family bloodline. Stuff happens, staff dies, and the other k2 students get regretfully involved, and they go and save Alice.

(Note 2: I have no clue what to do with Agnes. Just assume she’s probably fine.)

Alice gets saved and everyone tries to leave... When Penny stops them. I should note that Penny is still malfunctioning, her chip is going haywire, she isn’t thinking rationally at all, and we don’t have Monty yet. So Penny stops them, she starts rambling about how adults are bad, if they go out they will become like those bad adults, and everyone should stay here, to be safe! We get mostly confused answers-

(Carla pointing out that not adults can be bad, I mean we have Bob!)

(Ron and Ozzy talking about their mothers and how there is no way they could be bad.)

(Madison and Alice are mostly questioning why is Penny trying to kidnap(?) them, they just saved Alice, let them go.) Felix and Teddy stay silent, Felix because he finds this discussion boring and “Teddy and I are on a strict schedule Pen, we need to be home soon.” Teddy on the other hand, he believes it full force. He knows what his father does(Felix does to, but Felix sees this as normal.), and his father’s chemicals are down here in this creepy lab for goodness sakes! But Teddy doesn’t speak because he’s afraid of how Felix and the others will react.

Penny realizing that no one is listening to her, maybe except for Teddy. She forces everyone to stay there, so she show them proof that all adults are bad! It was rather for a robot to falsify documents for people to listen, and plus it was even easier for the Huxley twins.

So after some lies(for the good of her friends, of course! And Alice can’t remember much, so let’s keep her safe as well!) Penny, eventually convinces everyone to stay, even Ozzy who’s schedule can be changed this quickly we promise! and it’s okay Felix, it’s just your father never loved you or your brother. This is when they start to work to keep themselves alive, stealing, crimes, you know, things five years-old usually do! Also some missing eyes and a broken leg, but it is mostly fine and dandy.

It was all fine, until a new school of kids moved into Penny’s school.

These kids seemed like the type who need to be saved in Penny’s mind;

The ginger with glasses and a scientist coat, the boy in a yellow tank-top and bandages, the boy with the red coat and contraband, the girl with pigtails and a pink vest, the boy with a striped shirt and yellow backpack. The kids with matching pink flowers.

They could be saved, Penny could keep these kids safe, just a little staff removal and possible false documents, but it was for the greater good. And after all,

They came to her school

They clearly need saving from those bad adults

#Rose-laced art #Hexed-writing #a bit of that #sorry but no main tag #kindergarten au

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