#cw mention of exploitation in later tags

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

“Four disappearances, all students from the same college... and the police found nothing. Perhaps we should go undercover...”

@onabikaa sent me a message asking for more stuff on my “cult in a boarding school” idea! I was considering making a full post for it and your ask finally pushed me over to do it.

Story details under the Read More! This is already a long post. There’s some pretty dark themes so please let me know if you wish me to tag anything, cw for mentions of death, religion and cults:

This is one of the first cases Chang helps out with since coming over to Belgium. Four students from the same Catholic boy’s college go missing and the police are seemingly reluctant to investigate. They enrol into the school under false names to go undercover. Haddock has a lot of fun mocking the weird upper class culture that looked down upon him before he became wealthy, posing as their aristocratic father.

Tintin initially finds it easy to blend in, as this school is very similar to the one he attended as a child. However, these similarities start bringing back some deep childhood and religious traumas, which he first tries to push aside to focus on the case.

Chang immediately stands out, being one of the only non white students. He is quickly targeted. Tintin stands up for him, quickly leading to the school separating them. 

The school tries to drive a wedge between them. Despite the school’s efforts they manage to meet at night, exchanging new information and making plans. With Chang’s encouragement, Tintin starts to open up about his own school trauma and touches on his past. 

Chang later discovers documents detailing sales of precious metals - he is caught and captured by some students, who are all secretly a part of a cult. The cult is headed by the school administration who are exploiting their labour to mine metals in the deposits that were discovered around the school grounds.

I had the idea that the cult is broken up through empathy and compassion, leading to the surviving boys working together to escape the underground mine and reporting the school administration. I wanted to explore stuff like power structures and how they are maintained - basically I was thinking this would be a situation Tintin can’t punch his way out of, and a way to showcase Chang’s strengths as a character.

[tettatonin]

PROF. HOTTIE ︰ ran , takeomi , kisaki

⠀⠀⠀⠀— your hot college professor ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI, college au. RAN: possessiveness, mentions of spanking, cockwarming. TAKEOMI: mentions of smoking, dry humping, fingering, mentions of creampie. KISAKI: biting, thigh riding, praising, oral (f receiving).

notes: tHE TITLE SUCKS I KNOW BUT I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING. anyways, special thanks to @lila-skies who was talking to me abt prof!ran. also tagging @inuewpi cuz her husband takeomi is here

senior year of college, your last year before you make it into the real world. the lectures, the peers, the pressure, it all tired you but nothing could compare to how hard the real world's gonna kick your ass. so you sit back, enjoying your last year at college with the newbie professors you just can't keep your eyes off of.

— RAN HAITANI

YOUR ARCHITECTURE PROFESSOR.

behind those lazy eyes and that soft smile, prof. ran's a cocky, shameless bastard. playing it cool and letting students call him by his first name. he knows that you're into him and wants to exploit every inch of that desire. how does he know? answer: its the way your eyes follow him as he moves around the room, especially when they move down lower when he goes to put a hand in his pocket. but who could blame you? he's hot. and he gawks at you as much as you do him.

he's a little possessive, if he likes something everyone will know its his. he wouldn't partner you up with a boy even if he gave you the free will to plus he gets jealous easily. prof. ran doesn't think anyone would have as good a chemistry as you do with him so why should he bother setting you up with someone else?

a common warning for the boys who get too close to you is when he smacks the meter stick up against the board or onto their table, a bored expression plastered onto his face as he stares them down until they've stopped talking to you before resuming the lecture. if you've ever been out of line, best believe you're meeting that meter stick later after class yourself and leaving with a burning sensation in your behind.

prof. ran would tell you how you're too good for everyone else, all while you're sat atop his lap, cockwarming him in the empty classroom just minutes after the previous lecture ended. lowly whispering how you're for him and only him. how he so badly wanted to thrust his hips up into you but he's afraid if he did he'd never want to stop, the next class about to walk in in just a few minutes. he didn't care if he had a boner on the whole lecture, he wanted to save all of it for you to enjoy later.

"Don't move like that, princess. I missed this cunt around me but if I cum right now, it'll be hard to clean up." Ran says, hands lifting up your shirt to see more of your pretty cunt, his eyes getting off at the sight of you swallowing him whole. You could feel every pulsing inch of him, the tip resting nicely on your g-spot.

The corners of his mouth tug into a smirk at an idea while watching your flushed expressions, in no time his hand rubs slow circles on your cunt, your walls clenching around him from the feeling. "Mmm, fuck yes. You get so tight even when I'm not moving, huh?" He says, placing gentle kisses along your neck.

speaking of later, its frequent that he takes you in the comfort of his own apartment that wasn't too far off campus. he'd take you out during lunch break or a vacant period and have his way with you there. in prof. ran's apartment he wasn't your professor anymore, he was just your lover that wanted nothing more than to rise and fall from his high even if it was just half a day of work.

his appetite for you was insatiable, he loved a good and hardworking student such as yourself. you weren't the best in his class but you were definitely his favorite, you had what his best student didn't and that was charm and a tight, wet cunt.

— TAKEOMI AKASHI

YOUR POLITICAL SCIENCE PROFESSOR.

whenever you walk past him, prof. akashi always smelled like smoke and cologne. you can always see him with a cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other smoking just outside the building, bulky figure with his weight shifted onto one leg as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

he was the type to not take shit from anyone, wouldn't even accept work late unless you had a reason but would let you turn in your work a whole week past the deadline. he's intimidating and hard to warm up to but he takes a liking to you, he doesn't know why, he just does. something about you is warm and comforting and he can't help but want to be close to that.

just like how he smelled, prof. akashi tasted like cigarettes. the taste was fresh and you took it in as he kissed you hungrily in the campus parking lot where you knew you'd find him, smoking a cig and leaning on the side of his car. you were trying to catch a breath as you straddled his lap atop the leather car seat, drowning in the scent of tobacco. his clothed boner in between your legs, pressing up against your heat. it sent a shiver down your spine, making you let out a sighed moan.

"Shh," he soothes, his hand coming up in between your thighs to tease the developing wet spot. Thank god you wore a skirt today. "Don't wanna get caught with your teacher out here now do you, pretty girl? Y'better not make a mess on me, I've got a class after this."

He holds your waist with a firm grip, guiding your hips. You could feel your clit graze the slider of the zipper just a bit but after a few adjustments you were able to dry hump him properly. "Fuck," he groans. He hated to admit it, but dry humping was a guilty pleasure.

he's never fucked you on campus, that's the rule of your relationship, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get you off. prof. akashi loves it when you ride his fingers, your warm slick around his dry and callused hands, the way they're just long enough to reach the spot that makes you cream.

as much as he would lecture his students about being and submitting on time, here he was in his cramped little office with his boner raging at the sounds you and your pussy made but he had a class in five minutes and he needed to hurry up.

it was weird to you how your professor would prefer to pleasure you rather than himself. the thought of him finally letting you take him on all fours crowded your mind everyday until it eventually came and it was even better than you imagined.

all that frustration, all that tension finally released as he pounded into you at a rough pace. you took his cock all the way to the hilt, the girth stretching you to your limit but stuffing you full. you could feel it pulse and throb in you, takeomi nearly drunk on lust trying to keep a steady pace but he couldn't help it. you were so tight, so wet, and he's waited so long to finally fuck you properly and pump you full of the cum he's been saving all week.

— KISAKI TETTA

YOUR BUSINESS MANAGEMENT PROFESSOR.

out of all your professors, prof. kisaki had the worst resting bitch face. your old, past-expiration date teachers were nothing compared to him. the way the arch of his eyebrow would raise whenever someone would ask a question or if what they said was a little questionable, it made your heart race in a bad way.

but when he's finally done with the lecture, he'd catch you just before you left and flash you a smile while telling you how much he liked the assignment you turned in. his smile was like an arrow straight to the heart, the way that even his canines showed and how his eyes almost disappeared when he did it caught you off guard. he was cute, you thought.

you've run into prof. kisaki at the campus café a lot of times for morning coffee. he was less intimidating out of class, sometimes striking up a conversation and entertaining you with topics that piqued your interest. every now and then he would even give you a heads up on the term project he has planned, even buying you a cup of coffee before you both walked into the lecture hall together.

you both looked so innocent, like prof. kisaki wasn't responsible for the dark love bites hidden under your turtleneck or the bite marks on your inner thighs that your stockings were opaque enough to conceal.

it was always a treat to see what dark corner he'd pull you into next, which secluded part of campus would he have you spread your legs open in? how many times were you going to cum for him today? you never knew and you loved that thrill of whatever came next after he said "see me after class."

a common thing for you if you were feeling needy was to just sit on his lap and plead for fun, he liked it when you did so with your puppy eyes and pouty lips you begged while he flipped through his student's work. to satisfy you more he'd read through yours, complimenting you on whatever you had turned in and god did you love it when he worshipped your work.

"I just graded your assignment." He says, your face lifting up from the crook of his neck. You didn't even know he was grading papers while you were spaced out. "You did a lot better this time," he plants a kiss on your cheek, gradually trailing them down your neck, "took my advice and everything, good girl. I'm impressed, love."

Your heart jumps at the compliment, unable to resist smiling to yourself. His hand began to trail up your leg, lifting it and letting in rest between his thighs so you sat flat on the right one. "I only expected the best from my favorite girl after all. She's so smart, better than anyone else in class, right?" He lifts his leg up just a bit, his thigh pressing up against your clit. That combined with his praises made you move your hips to a grind, the corners of his mouth curling into his signature grin when you do. "And so fucking good to me. Good girls deserve rewards, right?" You nod. "Then go ahead and make a mess on my thigh, you deserve it."

if prof. kisaki was the needy one you'd have your legs propped up on the arms of his chair, pussy on full display as he set his glasses down on his desk. he had his own little office, the walls were thin though so he'd have to stuff his neck tie into your mouth as a gag. he'd lap and suck at your cunt while his fingers fucked your hole mercilessly, ripping an orgasm out of you. but you'd have to prepare for another one, the sight of his dick imprinting on the front of his slacks being an obvious clue.

just as nice as he was to you, you were sweet to him, taking the spare tie from his drawer and tying it for him while you took the saliva absorbed one home to wash and give him the next day along with your assignment.

[wahlpaper]

Imogen, Obviously Review

Imogen, Obviously by Becky Albertalli

CW: Swearing, Mentions of Sex, Underage Drinking, Gaslighting, Queer Gatekeeping, Internalized Biphobia, Anxiety, Celebrity Pressured into Coming Out, Bullying, Queerphobia, Biphobia, Positive Reference to David Bowie

5/5

I obviously read this book because I read all of Becky Albertalli's books, she even has a tag on this site. I love knowing that I'm getting queer and/or Jewish content when I start to read any of her novels. However, Imogen, Obviously ended up being extra special to me. Imogen and I are very similar people with very similar experiences. I am warning you now that I am going to go into some of my own queer journey further down. There is some bullying, but I will keep the details light. It is impossible for me to talk about this book without going into what it means to me.

Imogen Scott is a senior in high school who has just been accepted to her best friend's college. Lili is one year older than Imogen and has been begging her to come visit all year. When Imogen finally does, she quickly gets absorbed into the group of cool college queer folks that Lili is a part of. That includes Tessa, a chaotic lesbian who reminds Imogen of her favorite character in her favorite movie. It turns out that these friends think that Imogen is bi, as Lili pretended that they used to date. Imogen agrees to go along with it, but she starts to consider all she knows about being bi and what that might have to do with her.

Imogen, Obviously is written very well! Every joke landed, the characters felt like the ages they were written as, there was plenty of diversity, it dove into real and important issues, the pacing was perfect, and mental health was handled realistically and with care. Mental health is very important to this novel, especially considering the anxiety Imogen seems to be struggling with. Other mental health topics discussed and shown in this book are ADHD, bullying, bigotry, gaslighting/gatekeeping, and self-esteem. The diversity in the novel goes beyond queer representation, including a black character, an Asian character, and a Jewish love interest. The book takes place over the course of about a week, but nothing feels rushed or like it couldn't fit. Albertalli is great at making all of the elements work together.

Albertalli has discussed her story on social media, so I will discuss her’s before my own story. If you know it before you read the book, you'll be able to pick up on the references to it. However, you will still get a lot from Imogen, Obviously even if you don't know. There have been a lot of creators of queer content that have been pressured into coming out, especially from within the community. Becky Albertalli is one of them. Others include Kit Connor (Heartstopper), Jameela Jamil (Legacy), and Rebel Wilson (Isn't It Romantic). Albertalli faced years of scrutiny, harassment, criticism, and invasive questions surrounding her sexuality. Although she has been a great ally and advocate to the queer community and has never written anything exploitative, people had a problem with her writing queer content while being seen as cis and heterosexual. Her books led her to questioning her identity, but she should have gotten to come out on her own terms, if she ever wanted to. Imogen, Obviously explores both the pressure to come out when creating queer content and not knowing that you are queer until later in life.

Now for my own story. Thanks to queer media and Glee specifically, I started to consider that I might be bi in middle school. I called myself bicurious at summer camp between sixth and seventh grade. In retrospect, I had a crush on both the girl and boy in a couple I knew there. Although, my first unknown-crush was likely on a girl in my second grade class. However, in middle school, a bully found out that I am bi when she took my friend's phone. I believe I said it was a joke when I realized, and then went so far back into the closet that I thought I was straight.

I was a strong ally to a bunch of queer best friends throughout high school, even to the one person that was a lot like Imogen's friend, Gretchen (you'll know what I mean if you read the book). I also had my one "girl-crush" on/obsession with Felicia Day. In senior year I learned about aesthetic attraction and started coming back to terms with not being straight. It wasn't until the summer when I was posting a lot of pictures of Hayley Atwell on tumblr and also found the term "biromantic" on there, that I finally knew I was bi. Albertalli touches on this a little near the end of the book, but we need more asexual representation in school and in media. The lack of knowledge and the presence of bullies kept me from realizing who I am until a little after Imogen figured herself out. Still, it took me several more years to fully process where I am on the ace spectrum. My story is obviously mine, but I feel a deep sense of familiarity with Imogen.

Thank you for reading my story and Becky Albertalli's. I hope that you'll read Imogen's as well. If you like queer nerds and college stories, Imogen, Obviously is a great book for you! A giant griddle, underground passageways, and dark academia await you in the pages of this book!

[rainy-knights-of-villany]

The Truth - Part 2

(Here’s the second part, cw for blood, death mention & slight gore mention, there may be other stuff too so please let me know if I need to add any other tags)

The villain stopped, then turned around to look at her. “Research and development. That’s what they call it now? It’s been a while since I’ve been here, so tell me, are they still hurting innocent people?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The hero raised an eye, turning to look at the door.

“Wow. I did die for nothing.” A man walked past them and opened the door, walking in. “Let’s follow him.”

A short hallway revealed yet another door, and the man opened it with a keycard and fingerprints. Guards stood on either side, holding dangerous looking weapons.

“What… What are they keeping behind that door?

“Not what. Who. They didn’t want anyone else knowing about this.” They followed the man, walking into a small room with a desk and a chair which were bolted to the floor, bland, featureless walls, and a concrete floor. There were a few pillows and a blanket in the corner to serve as a bed, and a blindingly bright light hung above the desk. A thirteen year old boy sat at the desk, drawing what looked to be a treehouse with crayons.

“Patient 2-L, are you ready for your next test?” The man looked at the child, frowning. “We don’t have time for silly games. The blood tests indicated that you have powers, and we’re going to help you find them. Don’t you want to know what they are?”

The boy looked down, resisting the urge to tell the man to go to hell. He stood up to follow the man. “…I do.”

“Good. Shall we go now?”

The boy nodded quietly, and left the room with him, the two guards in tow.

Airik sighed and sat down on the chair, looking at his once best friend. “I’m not going to show you any of the other things that happened. You can probably guess. Blood tests, strength tests, lots of other tests, et cetera. They allowed me to go to school, and sometimes hang out with you and stay over for a night, but they made sure to have a tracking device on me, so I couldn’t escape. They knew I had some sort of power, and wanted to exploit it for their twisted sense of justice.”

“…I’m so sorry…” Sadie looked around at the room, noting how sad it looked. “I had no idea-”

“That was by design, and I don’t need any sympathy. Have you got any other questions?”

“Did you ever find out what your power was?”

Airik sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Never thought I’d be revealing all this stuff to my arch nemesis. Well, it’s… hard to explain.”

“Try me.”

“Remember how I got shot in the face?”

“Oh, we’re starting with that, okay.”

“And I presume you know from science class that potato fragments can grow into new plants, as long as they still have the eye?”

“…Where’s this going, Airik?”

“Well… turns out I’m immortal, somewhat. My eye must have fallen out and gotten buried or something, because one moment I’m dying in your arms, the next I’m spitting out dirt, waking up a few months later half buried in the soil underneath a bench that stopped me from digging myself out all the way.”

“…Your power is… growing like a potato?”

“Yes. Disgusting, I know. I can also control plants in general to a certain degree, but that’s not as interesting.”

“That actually sounds kinda cool…”

Airik chuckled, then sighed. “You always were way too positive all the time.”

“Ha, yeah… hey, didn’t you say something about your dad’s company? Where was he during all this?”

Airik stood up, pressing his hands into the table. “Why don’t we focus on more urgent matters? Like supervillain.”

“What about him?”

“I’ll help you find him. In return, you’ll let me go from the prison I’m currently locked up in, as soon as I wake up.”

Sadie stuck out her hand, taking Airik’s and shaking it. “Sounds like a plan.”

Airik nodded in agreement, and the world around him faded, being replaced by a small room with iron bars and a force field.

Tag list (please ask if you’d like to be added. I’m also considering making a master tag list so I don’t have to have multiple lists for each series):

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[hoedameron]

okay, not to like...bring up something a bit more personal than I’m used to sharing but I’ll be careful not to give away too much details.

cw mention of unwanted advances from creepy older dude //

there is still a bit of guilt that lingers after all these years that I wasn’t aware of the signs that my friend was dealing with something troubling and I wasn’t there to protect her from any of it. She shouldered a lot during our volunteering and I was always too shy to really develop a whole relationship with the people we helped out with. This is probably the reason that she was targeted and was taken advantaged of her kindness. My friend cared so much for this family and really put her whole heart into the volunteers project by working extra hours and going out of her way to help them out. It’s just a shame that the father saw this as an opportunity to possibly exploit this kindness.

Now, backtrack, no, no assault took place nor any touching was involved but it got to a point where the father was messaging her some pretty...weird things for a lack of a better word. She even came to our professor about how uncomfortable the father was making her and there wasn’t anything the peofessor could do about other than say to keep her distance despite the fact that we still had hours to complete. You may wonder where this guilt comes from when it was entirely the father’s fault and the guilt stems from not being a good friend and asking her to open up more about it. I should’ve helped her feel safe, I should’ve been more involved than just being passive. Some might argue that it wouldn’t have made a difference if I had stepped in because he would’ve more than likely continued doing what he was doing.

There was an incident that happened on our last day of volunteering and that was when she went alone in a car with the father. Now, I should’ve tagged along, I should’ve asked if I could ride along with them but alas, I didn’t want to make a big fuss about it. Luckily my mom was in town and she was actually parked outside the apartment complex so she could pick me up to take off back to my hometown later that evening. She could see where my friend and the father were going and she kinda did a stakeout (she had binoculars usually reserved for birding but was used to keep an eye out on my friend) so that if anything fishy went down, she could address the issue. Even if nothing went down (thank the Lord), what if my mom wasn’t there? what if something actually did happen and I wasn’t there to prevent it?

I shouldn’t fall into what if’s but...it can be hard to because my friend told me later on that she felt incredibly uncomfortable in that car. He was telling her all these things about marriage and about how she would be right for marriage, stuff like that. I wish I could have done better during those times because she was being taken advantage of by this father who wanted more than just a friend of the family. Well, long story short, we ceased communication of that family after the class was over, the father cheated on his wife with the neighbor, and I haven’t heard about any of them since then. I hope they’re doing well, I hope the mother and her kids are continuing to heal and continuing to learn more and more about our culture. I hope the father realizes his wrongdoings and finds some peace. I hope that family is doing well.