#it's like showing up to a math class with physics books

[ashiemochi]

Leon x Darck being adorable, maybe awkward smiles, idk go wild go feral

the fusion was not planned but here we go 💀😔

[enjakey]

Physics and Arts

Jake x you | fluff, opposites attract, some smut, students au | smart kink, whimper kink | Jake is a science geek, reader is an academia geek | small drabble

Jake didn’t know how he ended up with someone like you.

For the longest time, he thought he’d end up with someone similar to him. Someone who liked math and physics, could solve numerical problems within seconds- just hand him a pen and paper and he’d prove it to you- and liked music the way he did. He was in a band with his college friends, he played the second guitar and was the lead rapper (whenever it was needed)

But you? You were nothing like him.

But it wasn’t to say you weren’t smart- no, you were so learned, so knowledgeable. Just not in the way Jake was. Because Jake was all about numbers, all about the way he could perceive the world through physics and mathematical theories. He could go on and on about Oppenheimer (he even read his book) and Schrödinger’s cat and about Murphy’s law and about how he wanted to become and space engineer one day. He could ramble about the physics of stars and galaxies and how our universe was infinitely stretching.

You, on the other hand, looked at the world through culture, social institutions and contemporary issues of race, class, gender and religion. You looked at the world through philosophies of Socrates and Nietzsche and whenever you talked about the theory of multiple universes, you looked at like a philosophical question rather than a scientific one.

It was an argument, a debate, you and Jake had been tangled in during many occasions- during breakfast coffees or nights where neither of you could fall asleep.

You liked to write essays, read knowledge heavy books and nitpick at research papers like it was your hobby. Jake hated reading research papers, hated reading books with too many words and hated doing his citations for his essays (and out of frustration, you started doing it for him, afraid he’d get called out for plagiarism).

While you liked to study in silence, Jake loved to listen to r&b music while doing assignments- cracking numbers in his brain like a calculator.

Your mind didn’t work like his, that much was certain. You disagreed on so many topics, looked at life and the world through complete different lenses and saw the future as two different destinations- one as death and the other as success.

Jake really didn’t know how he ended up here with you.

When he was set up with a blind date by a mutual friend- Heeseung, his senior, who thought the pair of you would be a great couple- Jake didn’t know how he came to that conclusion. Because during that date, where you sat across from him in a yellow-lit café surrounded by potted plants and flowers, he could only ever see you as a friend.

And for the longest time, the pair of you did agree to be friends. And that friendship consisted of early morning coffee runs at that very cafe, standing in line together to guess the special of the menu for that morning, talking about your classes from the day prior.

Your conversations consisted of you quoting various theorists across academia and philosophy- because that was pretty much your whole personality- while Jake hid most of himself away and only showed the fun parts, the goofy parts you seemed to enjoy being around so much.

But then, one day, you fixed his grammar while he was speaking and Jake was taken aback. Jake might have been a science geek but the knowing the English language was important to him. You knew that, and corrected his grammar- something about using the past participle in the wrong context. He didn’t know what else he was expecting- you, who spent most of your time writing essays and buried in academic literature, obviously knew the rules and regulations of English better than he did.

But it was finally when Jake actually started to let his interest show- his spanning knowledge on physics theory- did he realise how smart you actually were. Because when he talked about the string theory, you finished a lot of his sentences. And he was stunned that you’d known about it, that you’d once spent a phase in university studying about the physics of the universe, to see if the world could be explained and understood by scientific theory rather than sociological critique.

And you understood both worlds, unlike Jake. You understood the science of living as well as the art of living. And Jake almost envied that about you, that your brain had somehow unlocked crevices that could comprehend things Jake couldn’t fathom.

Because to him, the contemporary world belonged to all the social media scandals and TikTok videos explaining comedic politics and a dying economy.

But to you, it was more than that. It would always mean more than that.

It wasn’t until a night you found yourself laying on his bed that Jake started seeing you differently. Like, physically, actually differently after spending days coming to terms with the fact that he didn’t just find your mind sexy, but you as a whole person too. How did you end up on his bed? You were simply too lazy to leave in the first place, after having stuffed your face with too many bowls of Jake’s perfectly cooked ramen and after arguing over something about the science of manifestations.

Your brain was throbbing from all the times you’d raised your voice to prove a point and he raised his voice to do the same- not that any of it was out of malice. Such conversations were common to you, by that point. It was integral to your friendship with Jake.

Somehow, Jake found himself scooting closer to you, wrinkling the navy blue duvet under him. He hovered over you for only a moment, eyes locking, breath ragged as if he were afraid to you a question- a question of which you knew he’d ask you.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered under his breath and the words hit your cheek with a warm welcome.

And when you didn’t show any signs of discomfort, when you moved your face closer to his and fluttered your eyes closed, Jake kissed you. It was a kiss long over due and if Heeseung found out, he would brag about introducing you to each other- because, perhaps, he was right. He was right about you being a good couple and he was right about you getting along.

And, fuck, did kissing you feel right, too.

Jake didn’t know how to pull away from you. He just let his hands wander, holding and clutching anything he could get get a grip on- your jaw, your neck, your hair, your waist and finally, your hips.

He was heaving for air- but he kissed you like you were the oxygen he didn’t know was missing. He felt so euphoric, he was sure he’d wake up the next morning more blind than he already was.

In between all your pants, all the moments you refused to part your lips from his, your clothes had somehow (somehow? You knew where this was going) ended up in the floor. And as you ran your hands down his chest, his taut muscles under the tips of your fingers, writhing and desperate, you looked at him through your lashes.

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

Jake let out a loud whine as he held your hips harder, feeling his cock twitch at your voice- usually so loud and confident, now teasing and sultry. He loved this change in you, this version of you that only he got to experience.

“Oh, Y/N,” he moaned as he let the tip of his cock slide through your wet folds, hips bucking in desperation. “Fuck.”

That night, he didn’t exactly rail you. He made love to you (the railing would happen later and a lot more throughout your relationship). He whispered all the sweet things that went through his head when you talked about your favourite things, kissed down your neck and chest, sucking on your nipples and the tip of his cock touched your cervix.

As his cock slid in and out of you, careful and calculated in motion to make sure you felt every inch of him, you moaned for him. Well, Jake wasn’t even sure if he could call it a moan- it was high pitched, perhaps a whine, that came in short intervals and sharp breaths.

A whimper, perhaps?

He didn’t know what it was but he loved it- and he planned on hearing it more. It took everything in him to not go feral at the sight of you, at the sounds you made- you looked so breakable under him, so responsive, so weak as you clawed at him, searching for your own high.

As Jake spent more time with you, he realised that those high pitched whines you made didn’t just come from sex. No, you made them in your sleep, when you were tired, when you were yawing or when you were tutting at something you were annoyed at.

There were times when you’d simply collapse on his bed, hugging his pillow and saying something about being too tired to sleep- and you’d let out that sound again, that whine that made his brain snap into two and his body beg for you.

It was hard to keep his hands off you.

Your relationship, now, consisted of a lot of nights just… doing things together. The pair of you liked to solve puzzles- puzzles of all kind, the kind that had Jake scratching his head over numerical patterns and the kind that made you have a hard time visualise a painting. You liked playing games together- like one of those name all fifty states type of games. They were fun and they made you laugh and by the end of it, if Jake couldn’t resist the allure of your mind, he’d rail you against his bed, into his navy blue sheets.

And he introduced you to a lot of music, not the type you heard in mainstream media, the ones that blew up on TikTok. No, the songs he listened to were personal, old and carried history. Your music taste was… really terrible compared to his.

And while he shared music, you shared your love for film. And not the movies type of film, you loved watching film that was critiqued, that transcended generations, the type that one wouldn’t have heart about if they weren’t keeping up with film history like you were. And though, at first, Jake resisted- absolutely hated the idea of spending three hours watching films he’d potentially hate- he succumbed to you. Because even though he hated the films you made him watch, he loved the wonder your expression held while characters unravelled their stories.

Study sessions meant that Jake would be sitting on his bed with a pen and notebook finishing questions from his textbook with earphones feeding soothing music into his ears while you would sit on his bed, laptop perched on your legs, typing away on essays.

The pair of you could have easily just studied in your respective spaces- you back at your own apartment. But you simply didn’t want to- it was more comforting to be right there, a few steps away from each other so you could reach out whenever work became overwhelming.

There were numerous occasions where Jake would simply give up on his work and would slide onto the bed. He’d close your laptop and slot himself between your legs, head buried in your chest while you killed him to sleep, hands buried in his hair. And there were numerous occasions where you would sigh over an essay and pad over to Jake, pulling his chair just enough to give yourself room to straddle him, to wrap your arms around his neck and cling onto him like a koala.

“What would I do without you?” You’d ask sometimes, accepting the fact that Jake was your anchor now- that there was no escaping it, no denying it. He was your rock, your pull and escape from reality.

“Don’t think about it,” Jake would say. “You never have to know,” because he didn’t plan on letting you go- not anytime soon, not ever.

Because he loves your mind too much- he loves you too much. And you were his counterpart, just as he was yours.

Time and time, again and again, the pair of you would prove that physics and arts went hand in hand, just as you and Jake went hand in hand.

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 7

Ch 8 is done, working on Ch9 so here is ch7! Enjoy and check the end notes for a bit of explanation(?) 🫠

The action is starting soon- I'm buzzing with the need to finally get into the Viltrumite plot but it still will take a bit, haste spoils the work, and all that.

Masterlist || First || previous<< Chapter 7 >>next

In the week that it took to get all documents done and over with, you and the Graysons grew closer and closer, specifically you and your brother, both of you seemed to sink your claws into each other, acting more like twins in sync than an older and younger sibling duo.

If Mark wanted to go somewhere and Nolan wasn’t around. You’d fly him there, if you wanted something and were too shy or nervous to ask his parents for it, he’d ask for it and give it to you later. And, while you both had bedrooms, every other night there was a sleepover in the others one room, always ending up with you two sleeping under a pillow fort, being kids, having fun.

You loved Debbie, and Nolan was okay even when he was clingy and talking nonsense about training you to conquer words. You were quite sure he was joking, the face he made right after saying things like that reassured you that wasn’t quite what he wanted to say- or it wasn’t how he felt anymore.

It was easy to see that you preferred Debbie, no matter how much Nolan tried to spend time with you, or how close you were to Mark, your priority was always Debbie. You weren’t calling her mom, it felt too soon for you, you weren’t ready, but you were a mama’s girl. You were the first to greet her, the first to offer to help her cook and clean, the first to go shopping with her, even the first to shyly ask her to paint your nails or to just spend time together.

It was so long since you went physically into a shop, even after leaving the Waynes you stuck to online shopping, and the first time you did it was with Debra, your hand shaking in hers as you stuck close to her, quieter than usual. The traffic of the store clearly made you nervous, so the woman made sure to always have a reassuring hand on you if she couldn’t hold your hand. With time you didn’t need to hold onto her anymore. Debbie almost cried when she realized that soon you wouldn’t need her at all.

And then the discussion of school came up. You could have lied, told them that you haven’t gone to school since your mom died- but you didn’t want to be like Bruce, all secrets and lies, you were already keeping quite the secret by not telling them about who your biological father is. So, you told them everything about you skipping grades, showing the diplomas and online school you’ve still worked on.

Neither of the adults seemed happy about you being stuck with online class, and honestly, neither were you. When your question about maybe joining the same grade as Markus, to keep close to him and meet other children your age, seemed to make both as happy as you were when they approved.

Now, it was easy to get you in, you even met William, Mark’s friend, but keeping yourself from correcting the teachers was another thing. You understood to a degree that the curriculum was different, that you were still kids and maybe learning about genocides wasn’t ideal- but when so many of your peers are willing to throw slurs left and right like 4Chan degenerates you were sure they could take the reality of what actually happened in history.  

Then the math teacher accused you of having an answer book, of cheating, of using a calculator when you were told not to- you may have snapped and yelled at him to give you an equation, any equation that was taught in the older grades, and if you could complete it in front of everyone, on the board, he’ll have to shut up about you.

That’s how you ended up seeing the principal, not because of your outburst, but because the teacher decided you were wasting your potential sitting around with the others when you could be in a grade that fulfilled your needs and developed you further. The principal agreed, and he was tired of the other teachers complaining, so you and your guardians were given an option of either taking a test to assess what grade you should be put in- or expulsion due to the many complaints against you.

You took the test. That way you could at least still be in the same building as Mark, and could still socialize, even if the idea of the older kids made you anxious- the high school themed movies didn’t help your expectations. The girls that you hung around in your new class, however, were quite nice, saw you as a little sister, including you in their study sessions and girl talk, braiding your hair. The boys mostly ignored you, and in return you ignored them. It was nice.

Debbie always worried about the older kids, and while Nolan did too, he was more enthusiastic about you being in school for one year instead of the other 4 or 5, after all, surely, you’ll want to help dad with hero work instead of going to college… Right?... Well, no. Your sight was set on the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, their art programs making you go rabid with need- so many options, so many possibilities, you couldn’t decide on what you wanted to apply for. If you had eternity on your side, you’d apply for all of them, not like Bruce will need the money.

The year you spent at school, actually at school, was as fun as it was exhausting. You never realized how much energy it takes to wake up at a specific hour every day, to socialize, to take tests with about 30 other students- It sometimes overstimulated you, making you miss online schooling to a degree. Still, you found solace in your visual arts class.

The teacher loved you, not many other students were that interested in drawing, let alone actually learning and painting on canvases. So, you coming in with sheets of paper as tall as you were, with paints and canvases, with charcoal and markers- oh she could almost cry of happiness. She wasn’t a mean teacher, or eccentric like in the movies, but she wasn’t a pushover either. If you wanted a grade in her classroom, you had better have something to show for it, and you had plenty.

While the others had a theme to follow due to them not taking the class for love of the arts but because they thought it would be easy work, she gave you freedom, so you took it. Your first drawings were of Lady Gotham, racking your brain to remember the stories the kids told you every night of her, not wanting to forget them or where you came from. Your teacher didn’t comment on the small figures you sometimes added sitting on her shoulder.

While you stuck to painting her statue in classes, your sketchbook was full of the many variants of her, everyone seemed to see a loved one in her face, but the only common thing was the long hair tied into a nice Edwardian or Victorian crown-bun, and her dark grey, fancy dress and pale, clawed hands.

If you were to ask the teacher which one was her favorite, she’d say it was your depiction of Death in the first painting you did in her class. It also depicted Morpheus, both of them standing over a bundled-up child trying to find some warmth in the corner of an alley as the God-like entities melted with the shadows, though the one of Persephone lounging with Cerberus and Hades was a close second. To her it was poetic, to you, it was a reality you didn’t want to duel on for any longer.

Time has never flown this fast for you, it was like you blinked and the year was over, finals and graduation looming close. You’ve grown closer to the Graysons, slipped once or twice and even called Debbie “mom”, got quite comfortable being close to Nolan, fell asleep on him a few times as he made for a nice furnace after training, and you and Mark were as inseparable as ever.

This was everything you wanted, more than you could ever dream of. Your eyes sparkled in tempo with the shines of the stars as you lied on your back on the roof. You missed your friends in Gotham, there will always be love for them in your heart- but this isn’t something you’ll be willing to give up without a fight, not when you were getting more and more powerful with each month.

Your hands moved in a similar manner to Atom Eve’s over your day clothes while you got up, making them shine a bright neon green, the color diming down and revealing pajamas once you set foot back in your bedroom.

You’ve learned- you know better now. You’re more than willing to eliminate any threat before they get the chance to do so, to take another loved one from you.

Tag list: @bat1212 @trashlanternfish360 @shycreatorreview @syrooo @a-lurking-fae @alittletiredcry @kittzu @plsfckmedxddy @blackhood1229 @nxdxsworld @leeiasure @dandelion-delusion @lovebug-apple @sillysealsies @tsxukikami

Notes: The green color of her powers is more a nod to the Lazarus water, it can be easily changed in y'alls mind but I think it's an important tiny detail. The reader's powers developed, but she still uses other's heroes moves to use them. And Nolan's training and words have felt a mark on batsis.

Hope I'm not forgetting anything else- 😬

[ayumigotabittoolonelyquitted]

Nerd gojo x nerd reader headcanons pt 3

_Part 2_

Nerdjo! X nerdreader! Lmao guys I don't know it takes time to think for a scenario for nerd gojo!

♡ Gojo, the hopeless overthinker-After catching you reading a book on quantum mechanics, he stares at you for an entire class.

His mind is in overdrive.

“What does she know that I don’t?”

You glance up from your book and notice him staring.

Your expression doesn’t change, just a slight raise of the brow.

He starts questioning reality. He wonders if maybe you’re an alien who landed to study humans.

He’s not sure if he’s scared or in awe.

♡ Gojo, the performance artist-He’s in class, casually tossing out random knowledge to impress everyone.

You’re sitting right next to him, completely unfazed.

He throws out an elaborate theory about space-time continuums.

You glance at him, and in that cool, calculated tone of yours, you say, “Actually, there’s a counter-theory that suggests…”

He’s frozen stunned.

You just corrected him.

He’s in shock. He didn’t even realize there was a counter-theory.

♡ Gojo, the never-satisfied challenger-It’s become a ritual now. He challenges you to random things just to get a reaction.

One day, he walks into the library where you’re reading again and says, “I bet you can’t solve this one faster than me.”

You just stare at him like he's a child.

He watches you effortlessly solve the puzzle in seconds.

His brain breaks.

“Okay… you win. Again.”

He mumbles it like he’s been defeated, even though you both know he never stood a chance.

You just blink, your face a mask of indifference.

♡ Gojo, the insufferable over-achiever-He throws a math challenge your way in class, but it’s no longer about the challenge.

It’s about getting you to look up at him.

When you solve it in seconds, he pretends to be devastated.

“How… How do you do it?!”

You don’t even flinch. You just mutter, “It’s all about applying basic principles, Gojo.”

He finds it so frustrating but can’t help but admire you for it.

This feeling of being outmatched starts to gnaw at him, but it excites him too.

♡ Gojo, the dumbstruck fool-One day, he just can’t take it anymore. He watches you at lunch, reading your book with so much focus.

He interrupts your concentration with a dramatic gesture, throwing his arms out.

“You can’t possibly be that focused!”

You look up, raise an eyebrow, and say, “Well, Gojo, focusing is a part of my natural process of learning. You should try it sometime.”

His jaw drops.

The fact that you just casually insulted him makes him both irritated and in love at the same time.

♡ Gojo, the unintentional simp-He’s in class, trying to act all cool and aloof, but his eyes are constantly shifting to where you’re sitting.

You never seem to notice.

He can’t stop thinking about how you’re always so calm, always so collected.

One day, he catches himself staring at you for way too long.

His heart skips a beat when you finally look up and catch his gaze.

You don’t say anything. You don’t even smile.

But the look in your eyes… it makes his heart race.

He looks away like a fool, muttering under his breath. “What the hell is happening to me?”

♡ Gojo, the clingy puppy-He shows up to the library one day to find you reading, of course.

He’s spent the last few hours thinking of ways to get your attention.

He plops down next to you.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you reading?”

You glance at him for a second and say, “A book on theoretical physics.”

He stares at you, unblinking. “Sounds boring.”

You stare back, saying nothing, then go back to reading.

He can’t help himself anymore he leans over and practically whispers in your ear,

“I think you’re kinda cool, you know?”

Your response is the most distracting part of his life.

You don’t even look up. “And I think you should stop distracting me.”

♡ Gojo, the underestimator-He once convinced himself that he could outwit you in everything.

So when the next mission is announced, he’s all cocky about it.

“I’ve got this in the bag. No one’s a better strategist than me.”

But when the team assembles to discuss the mission, you outshine him with every point you bring up.

“You didn’t consider the potential outcomes of that tactic, Gojo.”

His face turns bright red. He tries to play it cool, but you’ve already won this round.

He’s still muttering about it later, trying to convince himself that it was just a fluke.

But deep down, he’s starting to see you as more than just his rival.

♡ Gojo, the frustrated genius-He’s notorious for his smug attitude, his self-proclaimed genius status.

But you, Y/N, have officially cracked the code.

He’s secretly obsessed with trying to figure you out.

There’s no logic in his mind to explain why he can’t stop thinking about you.

He finds himself watching you from afar, wondering if he could ever measure up to your calm intellect.

“Why does she have to be so perfect?” he thinks, but only when he’s alone.

The thought torments him and keeps him up at night.

♡ Gojo, the declaration of affection-One evening, after yet another failed attempt at getting your attention, he stands in front of you.

The usual smirk is gone.

“I think… I think I like you.”

You blink.

He’s waiting for you to say something clever, to shut him down.

But you don’t.

You just stare at him with that unreadable expression.

“Yeah, I know,” you finally say, casually flipping through your book.

He’s left speechless, heart racing in a way he’s never felt before.

The realization hits him hard. You’re so far above him, and yet, he’s already in too deep.

♡ Gojo, the love-struck fool-He can’t help it. No matter how much he tries to deny it, he’s falling for you.

Every interaction, every glance, every indifferent comment you make only makes him more obsessed with you.

But he’s Gojo Satoru, and he’s never been the type to give up so easily.

He’s decided.

He’s going to make you notice him.

No matter how hard it gets, no matter how impossible it feels,

He’s going to win this challenge.

And it’s going to be the best battle of his life.

@syrooo @11v1ngzomble @dekusdante @inoluvrr @hel1nn

[amorienomore]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ teachers pet ft. jjk men

an: hi all! i was inspired by listening to k-12 (for like the umpteenth time)

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g.s - subject: history

satoru gojo, or commonly referred to as ‘gojo-sensei’ hardly ever taught. showing up late to classes late with his shades on, leaning back in his chair, and letting his classes do whatever they wanted while he ate sweets the entire damn time. yet, miraculously, a student has never failed his class.

being the only quiet one in your class with remarkable grades, gojo-sensei always came to you for help. “y/n, you’re my only hope,” he’d dramatically exclaim, dropping a stack of papers on your desk. “grade these for me? i swear i’ll give you volunteer hours.” you wanted to decline but you needed the hours honestly since you weren’t in any clubs.

sighing, you take them, “i’m not sure this is even legal.” you murmur.

“it’s not illegal either.” gojo-sensei says, pointing finger guns you’re way. “besides, i need a teachers pet to help keep me in check.” you roll your eyes but grade the papers, ignoring the way his bright azure colored eyes linger on you over the rim of his shades.

g.s - subject: literature

geto-sensei was loved by all students, especially the girls. his long hair, clean look and strong build, he was quite a few of some schoolgirls crushes. but everyone knew just how terrifying he could be when he felt as if someone disrespected literature.

“you didn’t read the book?” he tuts, rubbing his temples, “how disappointing.”

he looks your way, smiling gently, “y/n.” he calls, “would you care to share your thoughts on the symbolism?” you beam and begin chattering away, feeling a tad bit smug. the class groans because everyone knew, how couldn’t anyone when it was so obvious, that you were the favorite.

once the bell rings and the class disperses, you get ready to join your peers to the next class period when he hands you a book. “i think you’d like this one.” his long fingers brush against yours, and for a moment, you swear he’s looking at you differently.

n.k - subject: math

nanami-sensei was a strict, no nonsense man. no phones, no talking, and definitely no excuses.

except for you that is.

“sensei? i forgot my homework.” a student would whine. looking over his glasses before pushing them up, “you get an f.” he’d cooly reply.

“i forgot mine too..” you’d mumble from your seat. he sighs, “make sure you bring it in tomorrow.” and the whole class erupts in protests. “no fair nanami-sensei! that’s just blatant favoritism!” someone shouted.

nanami pushes up his glasses and looks at you. “y/n is a diligent student. unlike the rest of you.” the sounds of your classmates blurs into the background as you lock gazes with him.

the way he says your name and holds your gaze sends shivers down your spine.

f.t - subject: p.e

toji-sensei didn’t do much, just like every other physical education teacher. he sits on the bleachers while the class runs laps.

but when you run by during one of your laps, he suddenly perks up.

“y/n, you’re slacking,” he teases, smirking. shooting him a look, “i’m quite frankly, literally dying.” you pant.

chuckling, he’d wave you over. “come sit with me.” you collapse next to him, and he tosses you his water bottle. “don’t tell the others.” the rest of the class glares, you’re the only one who gets away with skipping laps—and they all know why.

your fingers graze against toji’s but neither of you make an attempt to move but do hide the touch from any lurking eyes.

s.r - subject: biology (idk man bc of his infatuation with cutting things open)

nobody knows how sukuna-sensei is allowed to teach or why they still let him. he insults his students, curses like a sailor and his grading system made no sense.

“sukuna-sensei?” his name is called from across the room, “why’d i get a 72 percent?” a classmate asked.

with a deadpan face, “i don’t like your fucking face.” sukuna-sensei responded.

meanwhile, your papers were always an 100, even though biology was not your strong suit. “perfect grade once again, miss goody two shoes.” he’d say as he passes your paper to you with a smirk.

you’d lift your head to glare at him, “i’ve asked you to stop calling me that.”

he leans in, his breath hitting your ear, “make me.”

your face burns, and you look away. a dark chuckle emerging from him as he walks around passing out the rest of the papers.

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idk just felt like i needed to post something, should i do a pt 2 with other characters?? lmk ^_^

[cusimmrbrightside]

I have always liked the idea of the school for mutants being very literally a school, and I know yes it is but I mean in the sense of if you want to be an X-men, you have to be a teacher. They have exams at the end of years, they have Ofsted checks (for those who don’t know what they are, it’s essentially people coming to check that the school is good at being a school) and they have teachers for every subject, which brings me to my next point;

“I’m Right You’re Wrong, Here’s What The X-Men (‘97 specifically) Would Teach As Subjects”.

(Also this is based off of UK school system but I use American terms like “seniors” and “AP” and “Midterms”)

Maths Teacher Gambit is surprising, for a guy most assume to not being entirely smart, an idiot goof off who’s the comedic relief. But you need to know numbers to gamble, and that he does with being very well versed in mathematics way past an AP level. He’s made the promise for every senior class that he will teach them to play blackjack on the final day, and has only ever lost once. Which is when the rule of “no betting real money” came into place.

English teacher Jean reminds me of the kind of teacher who would let the social outcasts into her class for their lunch breaks. The kids more likely to be bullied and she will fight tooth and nail to make sure those kids bullies don’t come into that classroom. they’re loud and shout and shouldn’t really be in there but no one has to know and she certainly won’t be telling them to leave any time soon.

Physics teacher Magneto is very specific to my highschool experience I’ll be honest. I had a physics teacher who was an actual Dr with a PHD and he hated being there. His classroom has (well, had since the building was knocked down about 5 years ago now) this one cabinet that was never fully shut, it was always open just about an inch or two, and he’d stand with his foot hovering just above it and then slam down on it whenever we got too loud so the noise would shut us up. That’s very magneto coded. Erik Lehnsherr would purposefully make the cabinet always a little open so he can do that.

Biology teacher morph is just a funny concept, a person whose physical form and change and morph into just about anything. They are considered one of the “fun” teachers, you could easily convince them to let you watch a movie all class as long as it was biology centred, but with classics like Osmosis Jones, you’re not stuck watching a documentary about animals giving birth.

Chemistry teacher Storm does not fuck about with children’s education. She is not strict by any means whatsoever, she just will not bend to someone saying they want to watch a film or should do a practical instead of theory. She has a set curriculum. She knows what she will be doing by the first week of the summer holidays and already has the room set up all pretty and organised.

Geography teacher Scott has the unfortunate job of telling his students that, they just won’t be looking at memorising country flags and politics. But hey!! Rocks are cool!! Beach shores are cool! Lake formations are cool! He’s the vice principal and designated nerd teacher. He once beat the elite four for a student on their copy of Pokémon Red because the student promised they’d do well in their midterms. Yes, he was in his 30s when the game came out, he doesn’t care.

History teacher Logan is a walking fun facts book. He’s exhausted, goes on smoke breaks on every gap of time he has, dislikes his job and will randomly get passionate about one specific topic, and will then dedicate his next 4 classes to that topic. Having been through a lot of modern history with personal experiences, he’s able to bring a lot of souvenirs to show his classes. Bullets, helmets, clothes he once wore hundreds of years ago, his personal memories of basic inventions like the vaccine.

PE (physical education) teacher Rogue is full of fun sports games, you can join any kind of sports team you can imagine and if you ask nicely enough, she’ll put Just Dance on a projector in the sports hall so you can just play that instead of actually play an actual sport. As long as you leave her class exhausted and without time to have a shower before your next class then she’s succeeded in making whoever your next teacher is absolutely miserable (bonus points if it’s Logan with his enhanced sense of smell).

Art teacher jubilee does believe that there is a right way to critique art. And she can be a little in your face about it. She does think you can have wrong opinions especially when it comes to your own art. If she overhears you saying you didn’t something wrong, she’ll scream into a megaphone “adapt, improvise, overcome!”. There are no mistakes! She’s eccentric, bubbly, creative and brilliant, the only one suited for the job.

It wouldn’t be a school without budget cuts. That’s why Nightcrawler is both the languages and religions teacher and he’s beloved at both. He comes up with roleplay scenarios the students can play to help learn their chosen languages, he has varied religious texts in his room and when he says to the students “I’ll pray for toy during exam season” he’s not actually joking.

(I forgot about Hank I’m actually going to cry he’s one of my favourites and I forgot about him. He’ll be in pt two or smth.)

[andromydagalaxy]

Satisfaction

~ NSFW, teacher x student ~ Reader is a senior in high school, bored and unsatisfied, they turn to their calculus teacher for help with more than just math problems.

I've been waiting to publish this one and 7,000 words later, it's finally done. I hope yall like it.

pt. 2

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You slump in your chair, spinning your pencil around your fingers. Your eyes are low and spacing out, mentally thinking about the overindulgence of tongue the boy you were making out with last night had. Another stupid, boring parking lot hook up. Every date to you felt uninteresting and led nowhere or was just sexual but never satisfying. Sex has never felt like how others in your life made it out to be, making you think it would be romantically beautiful, hot and heavy, especially your first time. Nothing, not books, movies, or tv shows, show how awkward and self-conscious you could feel during it. Especially with an inexperienced or sexually incompatible partner.

That is unfortunately the state of your peers. Your mind has become a daydreaming vessel for sexual fantasies, with various unattainable people. Long, drawn out foreplay, with strong hands moving up and down your thighs, lips soft and in sync with a gentle tongue, and consistent hip thrusts. A build up of so much sexual energy, there’s a physical heat radiating from your pussy and an unbearable tingling and pulsing. Someone smart and experienced. Patient and conscious. Dominant and confident.

Your gaze moves to your calculus teacher, solving an equation on the whiteboard. The sunlight from the windows shone onto the curling piece of brown hair falling into his aviator glasses. He had undone a few buttons on his sleeves and rolled them up during your daydreaming. Your cheeks turn red and you bite your lip, your mind wandering back to those images now replacing them with Mr. Schlatt. He’s tall with a beautiful blend of muscle and fat, the perfect dad bod, to match his sarcastic, no-nonsense attitude. You notice the grip his thick fingers have, wrapping around the marker. The way he fully pulls off those mutton chops with the slightly messy look, grown out hair curling and frizzing at the ends, big glasses covered in a few smuggles, and a button-down shirt untucked.

The head of your eraser slips into your mouth and your hips squirms in your seat, observing him so closely. Your body grows warmer, your chest and crotch pulsing at the thought of what it would be like to feel even a slight touch from him. Your gaze moves down to his crotch, hoping for a glimpse.

You wonder how hard it could get. How long it could get? How hard could he go? How long could he go?

~~~

You sigh, finishing the last of your homework. The clock read 11:12 PM, a later night for you as finals are approaching. You stuff the pages into your backpack and run into your bed, phone in hand, ready to wind down.

Now free to do so, your mind wanders to Mr. Schlatt. You’ve spent the past couple weeks growing more attracted to him, daydreaming about him before bed, during school, after school, and especially during his class.

His hands grab your waist, skirt still on, panties pulled down, and shirt fully unbuttoned. His dick perfectly hard inside you, tits swinging above the desk filled with half graded papers. The lights are on, the door is unlocked, and every window is open, begging to be seen.

“Fuck, you’re so big.”

“And you’re taking it so well,” He moans out pulling back your hair. “You’re just so easy.” Your eyelids fell shut and your grip tightened on the edge of the desk, your sweat dripping onto the papers.

You let out a few shallow breaths, feeling your climax hit, and slowing the pace on your clit. A calming wave washed over your body and you soon fell asleep cuddling under your sheets.

~~~

You woke up on time, a rare occurrence, eager for today, to see Mr. Schlatt and wear your little outfit. You grab your plaid, pleated, and pastel pink skirt, slipping it on over your lace white thong. Your top is also white, a skin tight turtleneck with short sleeves, and a knitted pattern. You pull up your white socks with frills around the ankles and shove your pink tennis shoes into your feet. You brush out your hair, leaving it down and wavy and apply some blush, mascara, and lip gloss to your face.

You take a look in your full length mirror and smile. Adorable and cute.

~~~

You spend all of your classes rubbing your thighs together, chewing on your writing utensils, and messing with the collar of your shirt and the hem of your skirt. AP Calculus is last and today is definitely the slowest it’s ever been.

Your mind absorbs nothing.

You finally get to his class and he has the top three buttons of his shirt undone, chest hair poking out, sleeves rolled up, shirt untucked, and sweat glistening off his forehead. It’s like he’s teasing and tempting you more and more everyday. You feel yourself throbbing against your chair, not taking in a word he is saying.

After the lesson is over, and your peers start packing up their stuff, you sit in your chair and wait for them to leave, before packing your bag and walking up to his desk. You fix your hair and smooth out your skirt.

“Hey, Schlatt?” He looks up from his computer, quickly scanning his eyes over your outfit. You usually come to school stylish, adding some accessories to your outfits, but wearing a skirt is new. “Can we meet after school today, I don’t get this.” You gesture at the board filled with today’s calc problems.

Schlatt furrows his brows, tilting his head at you. “You, hon?” You bite your lip, smirking a bit at the pet name. “You’ve been doing basically perfect on the homework and on tests, what don’t you get?”

He’s staring up at you, the intense gaze from his brown eyes making your gut twist. You’re riding a high you haven’t experienced before, wanting to push the boundaries of your student/teacher relationship. So, you turn around, lifting yourself up on the edge of his desk, skirt riding up your thigh as you sit down, moving your leg up, and shifting your body towards him.

“You know, I just think that,” you trail off, observing Schlatt’s gaze moving down your figure much slower this time, his eyes widening as he stares at your leg covering up the papers scattering around his desk. Your gut twists again. “I just think that I need some personal, one-on-one time with you.”

He clears his throat and readjusts himself in his chair, struggling to find a place to comfortably put his hands. His hesitation to correct your inappropriate behavior and his wandering eyes fills you with confidence. “I’ve just been so distracted lately.” You slowly run a hand up your thigh, seductively moving your fingers towards the hem of your skirt, teasing the idea of showing him what’s underneath.

“Um, yeah, okay.” He goes back to looking at his computer. “I’ve got some time after school, just be back here in like half an hour.” You smile at his words, heart racing in your chest, your plan going swimmingly. “Now get off my desk.”

“Yes, Sir.” You hop off his desk and walk towards the door.

“Y/N.” You stop at the doorway, turning back around to face him. He’s leaning back in his chair, legs spread apart, and twirling a pen between his fingers, a small smirk on his face. “Don’t call me that.” His statement is firm and commanding and his voice is low and suggestive.

You feel your gut clench, your mouth watering, a strange combination of fear, anticipation, and arousal. Your grip on the reins is softening as he’s carefully slipping them out of your hands. He’s teasing you back.

“Sorry, Sir.” You run out the door before he can protest.

~~~

You stare at yourself in the mirror, adding another coat of lip gloss and spraying perfume all over your body. You turn to check the back of your outfit and notice your cheeks peeking out as you bend down a little. How you didn’t get dress coded today is beyond you.

You bite your lip. “Slut,” you mouth to yourself before heading back towards Schlatt’s classroom up the stairs.

“Sit,” he commands right as you open the door, pointing at the rows of empty desks. “And MY desk is not an option.” A blush grows on your face making your way over to the closest desk in the front and pushing it right up against the front of his desk. You plop down and cross your legs, longingly staring at the man in front of you.

“Okay, lemme just summarize the lesson from earlier, again.” He turns to the board, writing down an amalgamation of formulas from today’s lesson that you already understood perfectly. Just like in class, you zone out, thinking about how hairy the rest of his chest is. How big those arm muscles under his shirt really are. How thick his cock is. If he’s rough or more gentle.

“Any questions so far?” Schlatt turns back around towards you. Being brought back into reality, you clear your throat and sit up in your chair.

“Sorry, I got distracted. Can you go through it again?” He rolls his eyes and erases the board, writing a brand new problem.

“Here.” He holds the marker in your direction. “Try this problem.”

You get up from your chair, pulling your skirt up higher around your waist. You take the marker from his hand and start solving. This problem is easy, you know the steps, but you need to keep playing dumb. Your tummy turns as you carelessly write down a mistake you knew would get him frustrated. On beat, you hear his sigh.

“Wait.” Schlatt walks up behind you and grabs the marker from your hand. You stay in your spot, and just like you’ve envisioned, he puts his hand on your back trying to move your body away from the board. That’s when you take the opportunity and rub your ass slightly against the front of his pants while you move with the motion of his hand.

His breath hitches.

You swear you feel a small bump graze your skirt. Staring up at him towering over you, you watch the redness growing on his cheeks. You study all the beautiful imperfections on his face, while he avoids your gaze, focusing on fixing your careless mistake. When he finishes, he glances down at you, his groin growing warmer seeing you bite your lip with red cheeks, a cute face, and sparkling eyes staring at him.

“So, do you need me to explain what you did wrong here or did you figure it out?” His voice drips with sarcasm. He taps the end of the marker on your nose. Your heart races not knowing how to gracefully get to where you want with him. But maybe that’s the issue; doing it gracefully. You aren’t graceful and neither is this situation.

Mr. Schlatt definitely isn’t graceful either.

“I understand this.” You don’t even acknowledge the board, keeping your eyes locked with his. “There’s another problem I’m having trouble solving though.” Schlatt stares back at you, his cheeks are still red as his cock twitches.

“Oh, yeah?” His attention is fully on you. “What’s that?” You move your body closer to his, trying to smell his scent and gauge the reciprocation.

“I’ve been so distracted.” Your voice is unwavering and seductive like you’d practiced in your daydreams. You test the waters more and run your fingers across the hairs on his exposed forearm.

“I’ve noticed.” He crosses his arms, pulling them away from your fingers, but he keeps the rest of his body close. “You always look so flustered when I check on you during class, what’s distracting you?”

He’s engaging with you. He’s noticing more than you think. He checks on you. Of course, he probably does this with all of his students. But, he looks closely enough to know you’re flustered.

“What?” He hums, leaning his shoulder against the board. “You’ve been acting so.” He looks you up and down. “Bold today, you can’t share your little problem with me?”

“It doesn’t feel little,” you whisper out, hands fidgeting behind your back. There’s a genuine feeling of coyness wrapping itself up in your plan to tease the situation before dropping the bomb. Like the timer is ticking and the longer it goes the more anxious and hesitant you get.

“I used to be a teenager too, I think I can understand.”

You gulp.

“I guess it’s just… hormones, making me think about boys and–” You hesitate again, you can’t even bring yourself to say the stupid word. All day and night you’ve been spending thinking about him on top of you, grabbing you, undressing you, calling you his beautiful girl and also his dirty whore, letting him use your mouth under his desk, teasing you until you’re crying and begging for him to fuck you. Yet, you can’t bring yourself to say–

“Sex?” Schlatt is smiling, arms still crossed and leaning against the board. You feel your face warm up and you avoid his eyes, like if you stare too long you’d get on your knees and start begging. “You think I don’t understand that, Sweetheart?” Fuck, that pet name makes you throb. “I’ve never really thought too much about boys, but I still think about sex.”

“Oh my god, but it's like always on my mind,” You whine, crossing your arms and squeezing your thighs together. In the corner of your eye, you notice Schlatt staring down, observing the way your legs just moved.

“You learn how to control it better as you get older.”

“But, I just can’t stop thinking about this person.”

“Aww, you got a crush?” You nod your head.

“Yeah, um.” You move your gaze back to him. “He’s tall and really smart. I love listening to him explain things to me.” The blood is pumping in your ears. “He’s always a little messy when I see him in class, but in like the hottest way.” You’re wondering if he knows who you’re hinting at already or if he’s mentally running through the list of senior boys in AP Calculus, which isn’t very long. “But, he’s a little older and I feel like I can’t even tell him.” You pause and bare your eyes into his soul. “Or I might get in trouble.” He raises his brow, peering back behind him at the door and the small windows looking into the classroom. “All I want is his attention and…affection.” Schlatt’s pretty eyes turn back to you. “But I don’t know if he’d risk that with me.”

You feel your eyes watering, not because you’re sad or feeling any particularly negative emotion. Maybe some of it is the stress you’re experiencing about the current situation, but mostly it feels like tension. The sexual tension that’s been building up in your body and brain for weeks, the indescribable pull and high you’ve been getting around him. It feels like you’ve never had sex in your life and if this doesn’t happen how you’ve dreamed, you’re gonna shrivel up and never feel this good again.

“Okay, Hon.” He rubs his hands up and down your biceps. “You wanna tell me?” His touch is electric and warm. “We’ll keep it our little secret.” His touch is sucking up your tears and disolving the weeks of tension. “I’m your cool, chill teacher, you’re not getting in trouble.” You want more of his big, soft hands on you. So you trust him.

“All I can think about is you.” He slows the pace of his hands. “You look so hot in your button-down shirts and your messy hair and your glasses.” He stops, gently squeezing your biceps in his hands. He could easily physically do what he wants with you. You move your eyes down to his crotch. “I wanna see how big it is.”

“Y/N.” Oh shit, he’s reacting more surprised than you thought he would. He moves his hands away from you. “Jesus, your behavior lately makes more sense.” He sounds stern, like he’s about to scold you, exactly what you were worried about.

“Mr. Schlatt, I don’t know what to do.” Your eyes begin to water again, now feeling rejection. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Schlatt stares, your eyes glossy and cheeks flushing behind the strands of chestnut brown hair falling into your face. Your nipples are hard through your little turtleneck top and that skirt hugs your waist perfectly. He feels his dick twitching. This is not the physical response he wants to be having.

He knows he needs to back away, tell you how inappropriate this is and make you leave. But you’re so beautiful and seeing you cry because you need his touch this bad is bricking him up and stroking his ego. He’s been stressed out with finals coming up, so much work to grade, and no time to go out with someone. He barely gets any moments to relieve himself or is too tired to do it when he gets home, instead just getting uncontrollably hard in the middle of his lessons.

You’ve noticed that.

“Fuck, you’re so pent up and frustrated.” Schlatt walks towards the door and turns the lock on the knob. He pulls the string down on the blind, covering the small window on the door.

“Leave it open.” Your voice cracks a bit, tears drying up and your confidence filling you up again. He raises his eyebrows at your suggestion, tilting his head in disbelief. From tears straight back to teasing. Your heart speeds up as he walks towards you, slowing his steps the closer he gets, like he’s still mentally battling his urges with his morals. He finally reaches where your standing, waiting patiently, and stops right in front of you, tilting your chin up with his finger and pulling you in closer.

“You trying to get me fired, Toots?” A smile grows on your face. “What, you want people to see you teasing me? Is that what you’ve been thinking so much about?”

You grab his wrist and move his hand, molding it around your throat. “Just one thing I’ve been daydreaming about.”

He lets out a breath, squeezing the tips of his finger putting pressure into the sides of your neck. “You’ve thought about this too, huh?” You nod. He tightens his grip as you struggle for air, leaning down to your level. The smell of whiskey on his hot breath floods your nose.

“You gotta promise me you wouldn’t tell anyone about this.” There is definitely alcohol on his breath and you know it’s recent. Did he have it in his drawers? Was he drinking before you came in? “I’m just helping you fix your problem. That’s my job as your teacher, ya?”

“Yes, Sir,” you choke out.

“Fuck.” Schlatt removes his hand from around your neck, wrapping his arms around your body, cupping the small of your back and pulling you in, meeting his lips to yours. Electric waves run through your body at his touch, his facial hair rubbing against your face. He kisses you deeply, holding your body up to his, his lips moving gracefully with yours. Your lips part a bit and your body relaxes into his arms, letting him hold you up with his strength. He pulls away looking down at you. His mouth agape and pupils blown wide, like he wants to eat you. He moves his hands, gripping your little waist, savouring the sight of you. His grip feels almost too tight, making you realize how much stronger he is that you and how big his body is compared to yours.

Without warning, he lifts you up, an arm around your waist and a hand gripping your ass, gently setting you down on the edge of his desk.

“I thought you said your desk wasn’t an option,” you tease. He grabs your face pulling you back in for more affection. His lips feel so nice against yours, passionate and full. Your arms wrapping around his neck while he moves his hands under your thighs. He wraps your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up as you feel your underwear meet the hard on in his pants. You pull away from his lips, gasping for air.

“I’ll make an exception for my prettiest student.” Schlatt rubs you against him crotch in a nice, slow up and down motion. You feel your groin heating up and your breathing increase. His lips meet your neck lightly kissing and biting all over, keeping his grip on your thighs still controlling your movements against him. Your moans are sweet and dripping all over the desk, traveling slowly across the floor.

“Sir.” It slips out without a thought. You feel his dick twitch and grow in his pants, his movements slipping

“God, I told you not to call me that,” He breathes out, despite growing harder at your words. Your gaze meets his, your noses grazing each other, your arms holding onto his shoulders. Your tongue pokes out wetting your bottom lip and nibbling on it. Schlatt groans. The way you’re blushing and looking up at him with alluring eyes is getting him so hot.

He lays your body down on his desk, grabbing the graded papers and homework and stuffing them into the drawers.

“How’d I do on that last test?” Schlatt puts his hands back on your waist, pulling you down on his groin again. His face is beat red and glistening.

“Like you always do,” He runs his hand under your shirt, finger tips grazing against your skin, sending chills down your spine. “Perfectly.” He leans in, kissing your lips. He’s so good at that, no overflow of spit or overwhelming pressure that feels cartoonish. “It’s funny though,” Schlatt breathes out, pulling away again. You feel yourself getting antsy, craving a slow build up, but your body is used to the immediate gratification. “You’re my best student, Kid.” His hands are back on your waist and the heat in your body grows with his praise. “And yet, you’re here, on top of my desk.” He tucks some hair behind your ear, leaning into your ear. “Making me so hard.”

Tingles run down your head and neck, your arms tightening their grip around his neck, legs pulling him closer, silk clothed pussy rubbing against the hard on in his trousers. His fingers play with the small zipper on the side of your skirt while he pulls you back in for more kisses. Your blood is rushing like never before, you swear you can feel your hormones vibrating, you already feel so desperate for him. You’d do anything for him to just fill you up. Schlatt runs the tip of his tongue against your lips, opening you up, and playing a little inside your mouth, his fingers still messing with your zipper. You desperately moan, holding onto him for dear life. He pulls his mouth away.

“Your outfit is so cute.” Both of his hands move your little skirt up your waist more, exposing your underwear. “Wish this was your uniform so I could see you in it every day.” He glides his hand over the top of your thighs and back down the sides, stuffing each pointer finger into the sides of your panties and twisting. “Except without these.” He pulls them down slowly, a little trail of your wetness connecting your underwear and your hole. You felt the classroom air hit your dripping pussy.

Schlatt's eyes widen and his breath hitches seeing how wet you already are. How wet he’s got you. His dick is begging to be buried inside you already, wanting to know what you feel like; how ribbed you are, how tight you are, how much you’re going to stretch around him. But more than that, he needs a tast.

He turns your body towards the board and grabs his desk chair, wheeling it over for him to sit back down in, as you hold yourself up by your elbows to observe him. He adjusts his glasses and pulls the sleeves of his shirt up more. He looks so distinguished.

“Please, Schlatt.” Your whines are so cute to him, only making him want to tease you longer and withhold the thing you both really want.

“Calm down, Toots. I got you.” He runs the very tip of his thumb across your clit. Your brows furrow and your mouth falls open, letting out short breaths. He smirks, moving his thumb away. Your whines continue, your hips now squirming around desperately. He chuckles at you, grabbing your hips, and holding you down. “Tell me what’s been happening in that pretty little head of yours.”

“Schlatt–”

“You want more?” His tone drops, his expression is serious. “Tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about.”

You groan, trying to gather the many different thoughts you’ve been having about him.

“I think about your mouth on my pussy, holding my hips down, and rubbing your beard hair on me.” He moves a hand off your hip and lightly grazes his thumb over your clit again. You whimper at his touch. “I think about your fingers inside me.” He hums, moving his thumb lower, tracing it down like a snail across your vulva. “I think about sucking you off under your desk while you're working.” He moans, dipping the tip of his thumb into your wet opening. You open your legs, needing more. “I–I think about your cock pounding into me. While you're pulling my hair.” You groan. feeling him move his thumb in circles around your hole, teasing around the folds of your skin. “And calling me a pretty girl and a dirty little whore.” His eyes meet yours, softly staring up at you. He smiles, leaning his head against your leg, clearly pleased with how he’s got you wrapped around his fat finger. “Teasing me until I can’t take it anymore.”

Schlatt stops his movements, pulling his thumb away and holding both of your thighs. He leans down in his chair, moving his lips just above your vulva. With his eyes still on you, he spits on your pussy. You gasp, clit throbbing at his mess. He brings his mouth down to you, tracking his tongue up your vulva and flicking at your clit. You squirm at the contact.

He starts licking at your head, swirling his tongue around, mixing his spit and your wetness together. He’s getting into it, flicking his tongue against your clit, with his eyes low, and his hand squeezing your thighs. You feel yourself sweating, your blood rushing, your pussy throbbing, and an endless stream of noises escaping past your lips. You’re trying not to squirm, mostly because he keeps tightening his grip every time you do, but it feels too good, you just need to grab something to hold you steady. You notice his hair.

Your fingers slip through his thick curls, gently grabbing and tugging. His hair feels soft and a bit oily at the scale. You test your decision even more, guiding his head up and down. He slows his tongue movements letting you move him how you please. Just for a few strokes, letting you feel in control. You lean you head back, continuing to move him like you do your fingers when you’re alone touching yourself. He bites your clit.

“Schlatt!” You tug on his hair, trying to pull him off.

He moves off your pussy, standing up to turn your body to the side. You feel a sharp sting swiftly meeting your ass, punishing you for trying to take control. You whine out, pouting at the burn but enjoying his dominance.

He lays you back down on the desk, raising his eyebrows at you, letting the message sink in that you are not the one in control here. That he’s going to stay at the slow pace he’s set for you. That you wouldn’t get to cum until you’re crying for it, like you fantasized about. That you asked for this and you’re going to like it however he gives it to you.

He sits back down and goes back to stimulating your clit with his mouth. His pace is consistent, the pressure feels so good, you’re back to moaning and squirming again. He sticks his tongue out more while moving his face against your legs, tickling your thighs with his mutton chops. Your clit is throbbing, with no sign of release. His hands move up your body, slipping under your tight top and cupping your breasts. He groans into your pussy, slowing his tongue down and focusing on massaging your tits with his big, strong hands. They fit so perfectly, covering your nipple with his palm and his finger wrapping deliciously around your tits, engulfing them. The warmth of his hands feels so nice on your chest, but you wish he would continue flicking his tongue rapidly, why did he slow down?

“Mr. Schlatt?” You whimper out. He hums, still staring at your tits in his hands. “Please, c-can I have more?” He lifts his head off you, a cold draft hitting your wet skin, his hand fiddling with his belt buckle. The sun is kissing the hairs on his arms, as he drops his pants, exposing his navy blue boxers hugging his hard cock. He’s big, the head almost poking out of the leg hole.

Your drooling for it, your clit is aching and without a second thought you move your hand down your body, wanting to relieve the tension.

Schlatt grabs your wrist and pins it down above your head. “Don’t you even fucking try.” His face is right above yours, glistening with sweat. His curls frizzy and his glass falling off the bridge of his nose. “You said you wanted me to tease you, I’m doing that for you. Spoiled fucking brat.”

You had never experienced anyone this dominant or stuck with it so well. Keeping the character and the foreplay going, not just giving in when you do. He’s actually listened to you.

“You’re such a little slut.” He grabs your throat. “Bet you already want my cock buried inside you.” You let out a pathetic little whimper, squeezing your empty pussy. You feel his grip tighten on your airways. “Do you? Answer me.” You nod your head. Schlatt chuckles at your desperation, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. “Well, you’re not getting it until you show me how much of it you can take down your throat.”

He moves his hands under your thighs, pulling you off the desk and onto your feet. You feel lightheaded, trying to stabilize yourself against his body.

“Get on your knees.” And like an obedient puppy, you do as he says getting on the floor. You're inches away from his bulge and you can see every vein and curve of it through his skin tight underwear, it’s so surreal and intimidating. Not the first dick you’ve seen but definitely the thickest. “Don’t just stare, take it out, Sweetheart.” You grab his waistband and pull them down, his member popping out and tapping the side of your face. His cock is a nice, long length, not too long to make you worthy about it hurting, but so girthy it might be thicker than your dildos. His veins looked so sexy and his balls hang so perfectly.

You look up at Schlatt looking down at you, waiting for you to touch him. You stare into his eyes, while grabbing the base of his cock, your whole hand wrapping around it. You slowly start pumping and put his tip on your lips gently sucking and wetting his head. He groans out, tucking the strands of your hair behind your ears and placing his hands on your head. The taste of his precum on your tongue motivates you. You speed up a bit, bobbing your head up and down his thick length in sync with your hand while swirling your tongue around his head. Saliva builds up in your mouth, lubbing him up making it easier to stroke his throbbing dick. You pull off to get a breath and spit the excess drool on his shaft.

“Fuck,” Schlatt moans out, threading his finger through your hair and tugging. You let out a tiny squeal, putting him back in your mouth and getting back into your rhythm. The drool drips down your chin and onto your shirt, the wetness and mess making your exposed pussy even more curious. You resist the temptation to reach down and touch yourself while you're getting him off. You know even if you try to be sneaky he’d probably notice and make you wait longer. His dick twitches as you move your mouth and hand faster.

“Baby, look up at me.” You move your gaze up to him, he’s breathing heavily, eyes full of lust. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth, I want your eyes on mine.” God, this man is so hot. Your calculus teacher is so fucking hot. You remove your hand, placing them both in your lap, and opening your mouth wider to prepare for him, not looking away for a second. He moans at your submission, pulling your head down on his length and back up, starting off slow and steady. You relax your throat preparing for his full member.

That’s when the sound of a door and footsteps outside the hall startles you both. Schlatt’s eyes grow wide, lookingaway from you and out the windows into the hallways.

“Get under the desk!” He whispers, moving his hands off your hair and pushing you under. You crawl on your knees under the desk, as he pulls his pants and boxers up to his knees and sits his bare ass in his chair. He pushes himself in until his crotch is hidden under his desk. You're both breathing heavily. Your body is cramped into the very back of his desk in between his legs, his cock still right in front of your face, rock hard.

You take this moment away from his vision to feel yourself. Your vulva is covered in your wetness, you take the bit of it and lick it off your finger. You don’t know who is there, but it’s making you hornier. All you want is this dick back inside you, so you put it back in your warm mouth. If someone saw, you didn't care, you kind of want the world to know you’re a willing slut for your teacher. You want them to assume you're trying to get a better grade or extra credit, just so you don’t have to do the work. But really you’re his star student, just trying to satisfy your insatiable arousal.

“Y/N.” You ignore his stern voice continuing to bob your head up and down his shaft moving your hands behind your back. “Y/N!” You don’t stop. You don’t listen. “God, you wanna get caught don’t you?” He grabs your hair and mercilessly moves you up and down his dick like a fleshlight. “You dirty whore, can’t even wait one minute.” You’re gagging and drooling all over him, trying to focus on breathing through your nose, his head hitting the back of your throat with no room for air. It’s feels like when he’s choking you, but you also feel so nice and full. Even the pain feels so good.

You don’t know where that person is or who thay are. If they're still outside the hallway or if they went downstairs, but it doesn't matter, because the sound of you choking and his low groans and the full feeling and taste of his dick is all you care about.

“Your history teacher just walked right past us.” You moan, still trying to handle him abusing your mouth. “Bet you would've loved for him to see you on your knees choking on my dick.” You feel lightheaded, his pace not letting up, your body low on air. But it’s all turning you on so much. His voice, his words, his hand pulling your hair, his throbbing cock filling your mouth. After what feels like forever, he pulls you off. You cough out all the wetness and take a big, deep breathe in, but before you can recover he’s pulling you up by your hair out from under the desk.

He stands up with you, pushing you forward and bending you over his desk, his hand smashing your face down into the desk, you feel his other hand pull up your skirt and push a finger inside your dripping hole.

“Unhhh!” You moan out, careless and loud, not caring whose around clearly. Your eyes flutter close. He moves his finger in and out of you, your hole gripping around it desperately. The sounds of your wetness and your moans and whimpers fill the classroom splashing outside the cracks of the door and windows into the hallway.

“Gotta fuck you soon, don’t want another one of your teachers to see.” He slides another finger in, curling them so nicely around your tight hole. “Even though I know you’d love that.” He continues massaging inside of you, feeling all the ridges and bumps in your pussy, exploring every corner of your insides, cherishing the little time he has with them.

“Shit, you’re gonna feel so tight. Already, so wet for me.” He pulls his fingers out and you feel the head of his cock sitting right at your entrance. He grabs a handful of your hair, turning your head to face. “You gonna take it like a good girl?” You look back at him and bite your lip.

“Yes, Daddy.” His face scrunches up in pleasure, not expecting that word to come out of your mouth. He pushes himself in, his thick, long cock stretching you and filling you up inch by inch, each one feels better than the last. You bury your face in your arm pushing your ass back into his member wanting to take all of him in, he feels so thick and warm. He’s filling you up just right.

His dick throbs inside you as he moves your hips. Your drunk on his cock, thinking about how many times you’ve played this exact interaction in your head. Your mind couldn’t even comprehend how good this would actually feel. Your moaning out at every thrust, loving the way his balls slap against your clit and his length stretches you out. You could stay like this forever, getting pounded into, your pussy gripping his cock so good, even when he pulls out almost all the way she’s not letting him fall out. Your tits are swinging with each thrust and you see a drop of sweat drip onto your classmates homework. God, this is even hotter than your mind came up with.

He pulls you out of your thoughts, moving your body. He stands you up, your back against his chest. He moves your left leg, setting it up on his desk, opening you up more. He holds you close to him, wrapping an arm around you to hold you steady against him while the other hand moves to your clit. He continues fucking into you, slowing his pace and letting you feel and admire every inch of his length, while rubbing circles into your clit.

“Only the prettiest and smartest girls get to cum on their teacher’s cock.”

The new position fills you in such a good way. Your hole opens up more for him yet he feels so much thicker, everything is tighter. You're loudly whining and moaning, feeling the waves of pleasure get higher and higher. You’re getting close. You know that feeling.

“Schlatt, Schlatt!” You cry out, leaning your head back on his shoulder. “I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop!” He keeps the pace of his cock the same but rubs your clit faster and faster.

“That’s it, cum for Daddy. Cum all over your teacher’s cock.” You take a deep breath, chancing the high, focusing on the sensations in your body and his hands all over you, not letting your orgasm get away. You feel the peak, your muscles squeezing and your body jolting against Schlatt. “That’s it, that’s it.” You let out a breath, and feel the tension leaving, your muscles unclenching, and body go limp. Your legs go numb, as Schlatt pulls you closer, preventing you from falling out of his grip. “Good girl, fuck. Let’s sit down.” Your ears start ringing and you feel yourself fully relax, letting the orgasm cleanse all the stress from your body and brain, as Schlatt sits in his chair and pulls your limp body down into his lap.

He puts your head on his shoulder and scoops you up like a baby, comforting you through the high, playing with your hair and gently rubbing your thigh.

You slowly return to your senses, noticing how quiet the room has gotten, you and your teacher snuggling up together half naked, both wondering what just happened and how things are going to feel after this.

“Hey, Kid?” Schlatt hums out.

“Yeah?” Your voice croaks out.

“You gotta get going, I really don’t want us getting in trouble.” You feel your heart sink, not wanting to leave. A weird part of you hoping he’d let you stay or even less likely, invite you over. God, you aren’t just sexually attracted to him.

You sigh, leaving the warmth of his body to put your panties back on and fix your appearence. You point to his semi-hard dick.

“Do you want me to finish yo–”

“No, no, go home. I got it.” You nod your head, walking toward the door, opening the blind, and slowly undoing the lock. You walk out into the hallway and after you close the door behind you, you take one last look back and see Mr. Schlatt pull out a bottle of whiskey and take a big swig.

[s4psh]

𐙚High School tropes ft. enhypen𐙚

pt.1

✪ heeseung

︶֪︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶ིྀ︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶֪ ︶֪︶︶֪︶︶

secret relationship

He is a popular guy at school who excelles in everything he does, and is known for being a heartbreaker. Girls constantly flock to him, leaving him flowers and chocolates. He cherishes the attention he receives but is secretly head over heels for one certain someone, you. While others give him roses, he goes out of his way to get you a bouquet of tulips instead, since they are your favorite.

During classes, there's an intense energy between you as you make eye contact and he can't stop staring at you. In private, he teases you with kisses, creating a magnetic atmosphere filled with desire. You're the inspiration for his songs. Whenever he composes, it's your image that fills his mind. He pours his heart and soul into his music, his lyrics reflecting his feelings for you. His words on paper are a declaration of his love and admiration.

✪ jay

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

opposites attract

He's a loud and outgoing guy who loves playing the guitar. His American background shines through in the way he affectionately addresses you as "my lady." You're more reserved, preferring to keep to yourself. You love reading books and you're shy around him, unable to hold his gaze for too long. Despite the differences in your personalities, somehow you mesh together perfectly. He shows his affection by spoiling you, but you're not used to having someone care for you.

You love listening to his stories, captivated by the sound of his voice. In his presence, your soft and goofy side emerges, a side that only he gets to see. He loves stealing kisses on your forehead in the crowded hallways of your school, drawing shocked and envious glances from the other students. It's almost like a scene from a romance movie, with him being the outgoing popular guy and you, quieter and more reserved, being his quiet counterpart. Despite the shocked reactions from others, you know your bond is solid, belonging to each other in every way possible. Your shared moments, whether in the crowded hallways or in quiet corners, are filled with love and affection.

✪ jake ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

︶֪︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶ིྀ︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶֪ ︶֪︶︶֪︶︶

academic rivals

He’s everything. The physics and maths prodigy with messy hair, black glasses, and that golden retriever smile that could light up the whole town. He plays soccer like he owns the field, but it’s the way he debates quantum theory with the same passion that really gets you. You’re rivals constantly competing, trading sarcastic comments, always trying to outscore each other. But when you beat him, he smiles when you’re not looking. Because he’s obsessed with you, even if he won’t say it. You tell yourself he’s just your competition, nothing more. You’re both in love. Both terrified. And completely, hopelessly tangled in a rivalry that feels a lot like fate. One late evening, you're both stuck in the library—alone, arguing over a formula. He steps closer, frustration in his voice, but his hands are trembling a little. “You’re impossible,” he says, eyes locked on yours. “Then stop looking at me like that,” you snap back, heart racing. And then it happens he grabs your wrist, pulls you in, and kisses you like he’s been waiting forever. It’s messy, electric, like your rivalry collapsing into something neither of you can deny anymore. When you finally pull away, breathless, he grins. “Still think I’m just your competition?”

✪ sunghoon

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

the distant daydream

He’s the kind of boy everyone watches but no one really knows admired in the hallways, the subject of whispered crushes, effortlessly popular without trying. But he never truly belongs to any of them. He’s theirs in daydreams, but in reality, he’s yours. Only you get to see the version of him who slips into quiet corners, tells awful dad jokes just to make you laugh, and looks at you like you’re the only place he ever wants to be. He loves being around you, listening as you talk about your day. You’re the only one he shares his problems and worries with. You looked at him not the daydream version everyone else imagined, but the real one. Quiet. Gentle. Terrified to be seen, but brave enough to let you see. He often takes you to the ice skating rink empty, quiet, cold. Just you, him, and the echoes of blades on ice. There, he talks about his ice skating days the wins, the pressure, the silence. You’re his only comfort place. His home. You didn’t need him to speak often. You just needed to be the one he finally let in.

Ik I'm posting after so long, I'm not doing good rn mentally, so i took a break from all socials. Jay ff is otw, I'm still working on it i just need some time. I'll post it soon, before that i'll post pt.2 of this one. I hope you enjoy eading this, thanks for reading my work 😭😭 i really appreciate it. I love you sooo muchhh <3 have a great day and happy reading. 🩷

[wonderingpanda]

Tottmnt crushing headcanons? I finished the series and I'm obsessed!!

A Crush

Tottmnt!Turtles x Reader

I don’t have much to say for this other than, enjoy!

Leo

We’ve all seen what Leo is like with a crush

He’s an absolute mess

Leo was head over heels in love from day one

I know it’s extremely cliche but he can’t help it, it’s just how he is

He’ll be doodling you in his sketch book, daydreaming about you, imagining every possibility of what could happen whenever you two hang out

He loves to spend quality time with you and will make an effort to get it whenever he can

Even in class, if he has the chance to sit next to you “coincidentally” he’ll take it

And if you try to work with him on something, omg

Leaning into him to see his laptop, handing him a pencil, even if you just scoot closer to look at a textbook

He’ll be a flustered mess, he can’t handle it

He is paying attention to every physical exchange you two ever have I swear to god

Every moment, every second he will cherish with you

And his brothers tease him

Ruthlessly

An example would be one time in lunch

Leo was getting bullied by his brothers and you happened to walk by at the worst possible time

Ugh, I’m so tired! What did you just have? Math. But aren’t you normally good at math? Yes! But for some reason I was too tired to focus. Too tired or too busy thinking about Y/n Shut up. What about me?

Thankfully for Leo, you heard nothing but your name however it was still a close call

Another thing, he wishes he had the chance to look into your eyes

It might sound a little random but he’d love to just examine them and look at you freely

(Also, he read somewhere that people have a higher chance of falling in love when looking into each other’s eyes so…)

For the most part though, he’s just trying his best to hang out with you while secretly admiring your every being

Maybe one day he’ll tell you how he feels

One day

Raph

Raph doesn’t have a crush, he doesn’t get them

And on you of all people? Please

You bumped into him once, got all rude and snarky and now it seems you’re trying to one-up him in just about everything!

You’re a menace who’s so annoying that he can’t stop thinking about you

Seriously, he thinks about you a lot

Your strength, grades, social status, looks

But it’s not because he finds you attractive

No, he’s just trying to come up with creative ways to insult you

Like those stupid pretty eyes, weak

Or he could mention how you spend too much time on your hair since it looks so perfect everyday

Stupid pretty human

…

Yeahhhh

This guy is incredibly stubborn in accepting he has a crush

He’s even more stubborn when it comes to acting on said crush after finally accepting that he has one

Every time you talk to him it fills his body with so much energy that he just wants to punch someone

Which is normally what he does, typically one of his brothers

He doesn’t really understand when you try to be nice to him since it’s almost set in his mind that you hate him

Changing your relationship from a (one sided) rivalry to a friendship is just really confusing for him, but he‘s happy about it nonetheless

And while you do spark something in him that makes him inherently more aggressive, your presence can also calm him down

One time he saw you using a method of stress relief and asked about it

That was the day Raph learned about coping mechanisms

He’s pretty good at hiding how he feels when it counts so he doesn’t get too flustered around you

But be warned, if you do anything to show of your strength wether it be through flirting or showing off

He will be broken, frozen, prepared to get down on one knee and offer you a ring pop

What can I say, he has a thing for strong people

He can still be a bit on edge when accused of harbouring romantic feelings of any sort

But he’ll admit to it when he’s ready

Just wait

Donnie

Donnie doesn’t want to admit he has a crush

But he soooo has a crush

He’s the type to blush and feel flustered all the time

He’s scared to hold a normal conversation with you because he can’t have one without acting awkward

He notices you any time you’re in his eye view

His main strategy to get to know you is casually bring up common interests in hopes you’ll latch onto a conversation with him

He’ll be particularly excited if he discovers you’re a K-pop stan

And if you even know what AOT stands for, he’s set

He likes to imagine what life would be like if you guys dated

He’ll avoid eye contact but try to look at you

And when his brothers find out well…

They’re going to tease him but he is the designated holder of blackmail so revenge is easy for him to deliver

If he ever has to save you, the poor thing

He’ll be panicking 24/7 trying to make sure you get out alive and unscathed

Even after it’s all over he’ll still be checking you for injuries and hugging you tight for reassurance

You might disappear into thin air, he can’t risk that

Will 100% try to show off in math and science

And robotics? Stand back because he’s about to send all expectations through the roof

Literally, he can will and has blown up the classroom roof before

Donnie wants to confess and gets closer to doing so each day but for now he’s happy where his is with you

Just two classmates slowly bonding over pop culture and near-death experiences

Fun times

Mikey

Mikey I imagine would come off as extroverted at first but underneath is just a shy little sweetheart

He’s your number 1 fan, going to every concert, show, game, event, whatever you have going on

He doesn’t try to hide it from his brothers too much

Like, if they ask him about you he’ll just start kicking his feet and going into full detail

Loves giving you hugs, hugs are the best

And once you get close enough he’ll even lean on you from time to time

If you ever compliment him, you’ll get one of two responses

The first is that he’ll blush and act extremely bashful, waving it off completely

The second is that he’ll accept it with full grace and go on to bring up every story he has relating to said compliment

He also has a thing for “playful flirting” where he’ll act like it’s all jokes because you’re friends

This is how he gets away with looking at you for a prolonged amount of time, lifting up your chin with his finger, carrying you bridal style, hugging you from behind

He’ll call you gorgeous and laugh it off like he was just messing around :l

I will say, out of all the brothers he’s come the closest to confessing

Valentine’s Day, he noticed how you wouldn’t stop talking about wanting to celebrate it

So naturally he made you a card and got all the stereotypical gifts

Chocolate, flowers and even a little plushy he found

Mikey! You got me all this? Thank you! Seriously, this is so sweet, I need to give you something in return Don’t mention it, you deserve it Was there something you were wanting to tell me as well? …

He couldn’t do it, I’m so sorry

He couldn’t tell if you were joking or not

Besides, what was he meant to say? You’re really pretty Y/n, and funny and sweet and I‘m madly in love with you.

Oh wait

I hope you liked reading this. Have an awesome day/night wherever you are!✨

[hivemuthur]

Maybe this is gonna be a strange ask, but how do you think Viktor would be like, if he existed in the real world? Do you have any headcanons for real world Viktor, some adaptations of canon Arcane lore…? I’m new here, and I know you have stories set in modern times, but I kinda want to know your understanding of him first (so I get everything when I check those out).

Hi Anon! This is a very fun ask, thank you! And if you are new here, welcome! Got very long, so under the cut:

So, since in Arcane we see Viktor in around his 30s mostly and he is said to have an eastern-European accent (specifically Czech per Harry), first and foremost I HC him as a Czech millennial. And those facts matter to me in terms of his character building, because here the generations of millennials and gen-X overlap due to the existence of Soviet Block. What it means culturally: most of the western trends and technology were introduced to Eastern Europe throughout the 90s and 00s. The way his situation is presented in Arcane makes me believe that a character such as him wouldn't be coming from an imperial country. If we put him in his 30s now, he also wouldn't remember communism, but would be the last generation affected by it through his elders and the slow shift in the general system.

It's perfectly valid that he would still be disabled. As I favour femoral rotation for his disability, it's very likely that when he was born it wasn't spotted and treated properly, leading to him using a mobility aid throughout his life. I do believe that with medicine advancement in 00s, it would be possible for him to avoid wearing the back brace OR fully reverse the need for it due to the last few years rise in awareness about physiotherapy. When it comes to his lung disease: it wasn't very common in Europe to have areas so heavily polluted for him to have definitely developed it, but! If I were to give him one, it would be squamous cell lung cancer, which can affect anyone with proper genetic predisposal or weak immunity only after a short exposure to for example asbestos. I admit, I tend not to, because I really don't want him to die :c So, for me, he grew up in some small city in Czechia :x

As for what he is like: definitely a nerd. I can see him finishing biochem or maths/physics profile in highschool and then following it through to university (unis here are state, so education is free, you just have to pass the exams). Throughout school I can imagine him attending after-hours extracurriculars such as chemistry classes or programming classes where kids could play computer games on ZX-Spectrum in the last 30 minutes (and given how long those games would load it's not a lot of game time okay). I can see him programming his own games and being able to make an early radio receiver using a crystal detector. He would construct toys too. And maybe break toys to make new ones.

I think he would follow through with STEM/engineering but with an idealistic purpose. Oddly, I don't think he would become a physician (I'm a med person, so I'm allowed to say this) - I believe a lot of physicians are ego-driven (this is not necessarily a bad thing). There is no ego in anything Viktor is doing throughout the show: he doesn't attempt to steal Jayce's research, he wants to see it through, because it could change the world for the better. So he doesn't let Jayce drown. He's not interested in being the face of it. The ambition lies within the goal, not within the recognition.

Moreover, I think he would act from within deep philosophical understanding of life, which would lead to him reading a lot of books on different subjects. I can see him reading fantasy, sci-fi as well as people like Deleuze and Jorge Luis Borges and connecting all those dots. When it comes to relationships, I think he would be more open to those in modern era, especially when we erase the seizing fear of death coming from his health deteriorating. Still, hard to get through to or to be found by his person, but entirely more possible than in Arcane universe.

From smaller things, I think he would still be a workaholic. I think he would love animals, because it's impossible for someone so kind to not love them. I think he would feel alienated by the world and have difficulty taking pleasure from spending time with large groups of people simply because of his intelligence and the ability to think systemically. Which is why once someone who he gets on with appears, he would keep this person very close, no matter if it's friendship or romantic relationship.

In general, I think Viktor would grow up to be a very well-read, intelligent, kind and ambitious man that would struggle against the system his whole life. I think he feels a lot and deeply but doesn't show it so often, it would be visible in his work.

Okie, I think these are the most important aspects of his character in modern era for me. I hope I passed the test and now you can enjoy my modern Viktor blabber in fics!

[dreamwavesexploringreality]

NIGHT IN THE LIBRARY

Niragi Suguru x YN. Pre-Borderlands.

TW: Bullying

This text contains themes of bullying, including physical and verbal abuse, intimidation, and emotional distress.

The sepulchral silence of the late-night university library was the only thing that seemed capable of soothing Niragi on those days when darkness seized his mind.

He had dreamt of the day he could leave for university ever since the first beating. He remembered it well: one of his classmates in high school had demanded he do his math homework during recess. Niragi had always liked math, enjoying the ability to solve problems logically and coherently, without involving his soul or heart in the process, just right or wrong, without half-measures or personalism. That day he focused on doing the homework of the taller boy who had tripped him in the hallways more than once, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't finish the last exercise before the bell signaling the end of recess rang like a sinister omen. With trembling hands, he handed the notebook to the boy who, accompanied by his friends, laughed at Niragi's trembling hands.

"I thought I asked you to finish my homework," the bully began, a sinister look on his face as he carefully reviewed the three handwritten pages.

"I-I... didn't have time to finish, but they're all done except the last one," Niragi said, looking at the ground and nervously adjusting his glasses.

"All done except the last one means it's not finished," the bully pushed Niragi to the ground with a strong shove, then turned to his friends with laughter. "Didn't you guys tell me he was the biggest nerd in the class? He can't even do that right," they laughed in unison.

Niragi still remembered the pain he had felt that day from the multiple punches and kicks they had given him while he writhed on the ground, and that was just the beginning of his hell. From that day on, no matter how hard he tried to avoid his abusers, they seemed to find a sick pleasure in making the boy suffer.

When he finally managed to leave high school, graduating with honors, he enrolled in the university farthest from his hometown to study Computer Science, and he did so without looking back or reconsidering it twice. Still, there were days when the hallways of the faculty seemed longer and narrower than usual, and the few people who might be there felt suffocating and intimidating to him. Niragi spent days looking over his shoulder, on alert, preventing any subtle movement that would make him jump and his breath catch in his throat.

That's why the library at night, mostly empty, was the best option for those days when darkness threatened to take over his mind.

YN's soft steps, contrasting with Niragi's rhythmic typing on his laptop, disturbed the cocoon of peace surrounding Niragi.

"Do you mind if I sit here with you?" the girl whispered, a stack of psychology books in her arms.

Niragi looked her up and down and remained silent for a few seconds. He had met the girl on one of his many nights in the library; they were usually the only ones in the room, and for some reason, the girl had taken this as an invitation to approach and introduce herself to the Computer Science student.

"Sure, it's not like I own the place," the boy said, returning to his work. He didn't intend to sound blunt or rude, but his instinct, honed after years of abuse, warned him that it was best to keep his distance.

If the girl noticed this, she didn't show it. She sat down carefully, dragging the chair and opening one of her books, immediately starting to read.

The constant typing on the computer was all that could be heard in the library until, suddenly, YN lowered the book, closing it softly and looking at Niragi boldly. The student noticed the girl's eyes on him and stopped typing.

"You've been here every night this week," YN began. "You look exhausted. Have you slept at all?"

Niragi didn't answer immediately. His conversations with the girl had never been longer than a brief greeting, sometimes just a nod.

"It's this project. It's demanding a lot from me," Niragi hesitated, torn between the instinct to evade and the fragile thread of trust he felt between himself and YN. He had always been good at hiding his true feelings.

"Mmm," YN hummed, nodding with understanding. "I don't know much about computers, but maybe I can help," she said.

This earned her a subtle laugh from the man.

"If you don't know about computers, what makes you think you can help me?" he said, a hint of mockery in his voice.

"I'm sure I can't help you with your project," YN laughed as if she hadn't noticed the boy's teasing. "But I think I can help you in other ways. I can keep you company and even give you conversation during your free time. There are studies that claim you can be more productive if you work in a good environment... accompanied," she asserted softly, as if reading aloud a passage from one of her books.

YN's unbreakable empathy and genuine interest in his well-being caught Niragi's attention, causing him to open his eyes slightly in surprise.

YN, as a psychology student, had managed to see during the time she had spent with Niragi a vulnerability beyond his reserved behavior, and she had chosen to act as a silent pillar of support in the midst of the internal turmoil threatening to engulf him. She found him a curious character and longed for the day he would trust her enough to open up instead of her pressuring him for details.

After a moment of uncertainty, Niragi managed to articulate the words that wore down his defenses and opened up to a vulnerability he had never shown:

"That sounds good."

YN drew a smile on her face, and a flash of happiness crossed her gaze, squeezing her heart as she understood that her study partner finally seemed to be starting to trust her. In a burst of confidence, she extended her hand to gently take his. Niragi's heart warmed by YN's genuine compassion.

"Coffee. My treat," she said, quickly getting up while still holding her partner's hand, urging him to get up too.

"That sounds good," Niragi repeated, mentally scolding himself for repeating the exact same words as before.

YN laughed softly, and a genuine warmth spread through Niragi's tired body.

The couple left the library, still holding hands, their steps resonating in the quiet of the night and a promise of brighter days floating in the air.

Until that fateful day, of course, when the fireworks lit up the Tokyo sky...

¿Part 2?

© 2024 [@dreamwavesexploringreality]

[wonton4rang]

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pairing; bnd x reader.

warnings; kissing, fluff, maybe some teasing.

summary; bnd as your high school crush.

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sungho; he would be one out of two things: or super direct or super shy. he's the type to bluntly help you out in class and carry your books and give you those lovey dovey eyes with a soft smile that would just make you melt. he wouldn't be very into physical touch but you could definitely catch him brushing his hands with yours when he showed you the last assignment that you got the day you missed school. he would definitely come forward and confess to you on a random day, but random for you because he 100% thought about it for weeks.

riwoo; i'm so sorry but you are not going to be with him. not because he wouldn't literally die for you, not because you didn't like him back, but because he was so shy that he would never admit he would like you two to be more than just friends. you knew each other since the beginning of high school and you were great friends but you both thought it was just that and never tried to come forward with your feelings because you didn't want to ruin your friendship. but if you do confess to him??? he's such a simp, blindly in love with you :((

jaehyun; everyone knows that he likes you but at the same time no one knows shit. jaehyun is a very extroverted, energetic and outgoing person, very touchy with everyone, including you, so you couldn't really tell apart if he liked you or not, it was those quick moments that would give you a hint, when he got shy after you met eyes with him, when he blushed after you hugged him back or even when his hands started to shake when you said how cute he looked. he would confess abruptly, saying it because he just couldn't hide it anymore, you obviously said yes and got yourself a simp pt2.

taesan; a riwoo pt2, he is so on love with you he can't even think straight, the only difference between him and riwoo is that he doesn't talk to you AT ALL. he wouldn't even look at you, trust me, you have NO clue that he likes you. that's until one day that you guys got stuck in this math project together, you finally seeing his soft and giggly side after you complained for the nth time. he would lower his head with a shy smile and that's when you knew you actually got him crazy over you. honestly, you confessed and he thanked you because it'll be years until he managed to do it himself, now it's been years since you both were dating.

leehan; shameless but shy, how? I don't even know but he is. he would flirt with you so much that you didn't even understand how you kept blushing about it, but the best part was when you actually got close to him or flirted back and he just laughed nervously with that eye smile of his that made you feel dizzy and sick in your stomach. he would confess probably because he just wants to know if you guys can be something more than just friends, if not he's fine as long as he can still be by your side.

woonhak; him being your high school crush is honestly so vivid in my mind that i can physically see :') he would joke with you, do faces that make him look kinda silly but you are laughing so that's enough for him, he stays behind and helps you clean the classroom, he tries to cover up the fact that every ball he throws at the basket was for you, he's just so in love. he brings you your favourite ice-cream when he finds you in the field after school, sitting by your side and looking up front when he confessed that you were the cutest person he ever knew and that he would like you to give him a chance. a chance??? you were ready to give him all the love in the world if he asked you to.

[amphitriteswife]

Teacher (and subjects) head cannons!:

(I’m from the netherlands and the school here has a different grading system. Also collage and highschool are one thing. So highschool is 4,5 or 6 years depending on which grade you get on tests and stuff in elementary so please bear with me)

Poseidon:

You would think that he would teach biology but you would be wrong. He would teach Physics or some high level math.

The type to not let anyone in after the bell rings

Doesn’t care if you end up dead in the class you will not go to the bathroom during his lesson

Stands by the door to make sure you put it in those phone pockets thingy

Gives the most homework out of all the teachers

Wears formal clothes, always. Suits, blazer, slacks ect.

You will never catch him on a bad hair day

If he catches you cheating on a test, you can say goodbye to that grade because he will give you a zero.

He does sometimes turn a blind eye if you’re on the brink of not passing and don’t choose his subject. (You do need to be on the brink. So not like a 3 or sum)

Hates electronics so he just wants everyone to use a paper and the book. No laptops.

Only talkes to some teachers like Hades and Thor

Students think he’s either the worst or just eye candy

Has won the the contest of best man titties by students

People actually ended up crying in his class and he didn’t give a damn

Sends people out 2 minutes before the time and doesn’t care if they beg.

If you have him as a substitute you can start praying because you’ll miss your regular teacher

Types with one finger if he’s on his phone (rare sight)

Checks homework. As in not just looking but actually reading your calculations.

He sometimes even grades your homework or puts them for bonuses

He sometimes reads if it’s work time and he finishes his lecture

Got drunk one time during school dance and started breakdancing. Hades was supportive and filmed it.

Hades

Teaches history

Is well with his colleagues and is well liked by students

He’s not strict with phones but please don’t use them in his class

You sometimes do work. He mostly explains and writes notes on the white board for you to write down

Is very, very passionate about certain topics. His favorites would be the world wars and the greek/ roman empire.

Is that type of teacher that you could tell anything. School, home, hobbies. He won’t mind and he’s equally interested.

Has a mentor class every year and he helps them a lot.

His class is very popular and lots of people choose his subject, so popular that people who don’t take it sometimes ask if they can stay and also follow it for fun

Almost never gives homework

He makes planners, notes, power points. Anything that may help his students.

He even lets the class watch films so that they understand it better, he usually choses for oversimplified if he needs to explain the word wars

You can eat in his class as long as you keep it clean and don’t throw stuff

Smells like rituals. Flowers. Very addictive and good. Sniff

Is present at the school dance and school parties. He helps with carrying and making sure the students don’t do stupid stuff

He doesn’t even need to discuss about his students’ grades because all his students do good in his class

Is rated to have the biggest dick by the students.

Also wears formal clothes. So like a suit, but if he crosses his legs you can see that he wears funky socks. Like a bright purple with colorful cupcakes on it or a bright blue with yellow ducks on it.

Gives extra lessons if you don’t understand.

You know how when someone asks teachers about their life? If you do that he gets so happy and explains a lot

Shows pictures of Melinoe and Zagreus from when they were babies.

He brought a 4 year old melinoe with him one time and the class played with her. If she was not playing with the students she was probably in her father’s lap.

He also shows pictures of Persephone. Every time he talks about her you can hear the love in his voice. (I’m Persephone reincarnated)

Hermes

Teaches music ofcourse

You would think that music was easy but it really isn’t. You need to able to read music notes. You get 2 tests, playing and theory.

Helps well if you need assistance with your instruments

Gives surprise tests to see if you actually did the homework

He loves and i mean looooveeees gossip

He doesn’t say much but listens when a student says something about another teacher

Handles the school musical

You actually need to put effort if you want to pass

Doesn’t take away your phone if he sees you with it. Just stares from behind on it until you notice.

doesn’t sent people out of the class, just gives them extra homework

He never, ever stops smiling. The class is being too loud? He’ll sit in his chair and simply drink his tea while glaring with a smile.

Some students find him scary because of how polite he is, because they can feel that underlying anger.

Knows how to make a student’s life miserable if they make his class unbearable.

You threw paper at him and made the class disruptive? Boom 4 chapters done by the next lesson and all the texts should be 4 times written. In cursive

He is usually seen with the principal (Zeus)

Buddha

Geography teacher

Why? Because he often travels for different kind of reasons.

Eating is allowed, as well as chewing gun

Is great with the students and most people just choose his subject because he’s chill

Doesn’t prepare lessons. He just talks and the students get it

If he does have a powerpoint he promotes his insta, tiktok and his snap

Loves to know about different cultures

Had a diss battle in his class once and almost got into trouble

Called someone emo

If you eat in his class prepare to share.

Asks people if they can bring him coffee from the teachers’ room

You cannot tell me that dawg didn’t pull up in Jordans

Is also present at the school dance and actually bribes the dg for some songs

Doesn’t really care if you skip his class. He either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice.

He too has a mentor class. He has private talks and doesn’t mind if you tell him his problems and genuinely tries to help

Doesn’t give homework unless it’s necessary.

Beelzebub

Creepy Science teacher

Got called emo by Buddha

Doesn’t hesitate to threaten students

He never cares if you don’t show up, but he will rat you out because funny

Has been detected to smile when he does weird stuff. Like cutting things open

Is always in his lab and he’s the only one who can enter with a key

Someone made a sticker of his face and the whole school used it, again he doesn’t care

Had like those weird pots with stuff in it

Doesn’t allow anyone to touch them. He does demonstrate stuff if you ask nicely

Let’s you go early but it’s not in a nice way. He’ll only do it because he doesn’t want to teach anymore for the day

Doesn’t even go to lunch, he just remains in his lab

He only goes to halloween parties

Cyberbullies people. Teachers and students included

Runs the anti *insert school* accounts

Will not care if the school burns down. He hates everyone and everything. Except Hades, because he’s cool

Doesn’t care if you eat or drink. (He may or may not have put something in it for his experiments)

‘Students are like little monsters’ is his motto. He’ll treat them like it too

If you fail his tests he’ll sometimes give you one to retake

Thank ya’ll for reading :p

I’m gonna make a part 2. I think. Maybe some with the human fighters

[thedilfdiaries]

get to know your moots

ty for the tags loves <3 @probablyreadinsmut @itwasntimethatdidit40 @ace-turned-confused @thundermartini @kedsandtubesocks and @reddedmiller

what's the origin of your blog title?: me being an uncreative basic bitch. but it's fine we are suffering through the consequences of the most uncreative username of all time.

OTP(s) + shipname: me, joel miller AND javier pena <3

favorite color: black and mint green (yes ik its very specific idk really what to say I even have a tattoo that is partially this color lol)

favorite game: rdr2, dreamlight valley, tlou, bg3, mariooooo, zelda, assasins creed

song stuck in your head: hold the line - toto and whatever is on my fic playlist

weirdest habit/trait?: probably a lot but the most annoying as a lot of us have mentioned is assuming no one really likes me. but also doing that thing where you start a task and then see something else that has to be done so by the time you have finished you've begun 50 other tasks

hobbies: video games, reading, writing stories, poems and music, pretending I can bake cute aesthetic things I find on Instagram reels, calligraphy, collecting sea glass and sea shells.

if you work, what's your profession? i worked on a cow farm

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? a sugar baby, someone who lives on a beach, but really anything in music bts or in front or a psychologist but instead I went to school two times for things I did not end up staying with haaaaaa

something you're good at: giving you compliments until you tell me to stfu

something you're bad at: i like this answer so same -> putting myself first, also as it's been said a few times socializing, and flirting

something you love: documentaries ommmg jdkfdakjf <3 <3, downtime when I can have it, also I always forget how much I love the sun until this time of year, hearing a favorite song you haven't heard in a long time, watching stuff with people whether its movies or youtube videos or shows

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: video games, music, joel miller, the octopus lifecycle, Shakespeare, fun bts facts of my favorite movies and tv shows (I could spend days upon days looking up facts about how movies and shows are made and the little details in each of my favorite movies and shows)

something you hate: when its too hot or too cold, when I do that thing and don't buy snacks to be "healthy" and then wish I had a snack and math.

something you collect: i was collecting miniatures until they all got lost in a move, sea shells, coca cola memrobilia, Marilyn Monroe memorabilia, coral, anything vintage, trauma, and wips

something you forget: what don't I forget

what's your love language?: acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch

favorite movie/show: beauty and the beast, most keanu reeves movies as I've been binging them lately, lotr, how to lose a guy in 10 days, donnie darko,

favorite food: potatoes any day, any way, any form

favorite animal: cows, platypus', whales and dolphins

what were you like as a child? the quiet kid who was basically a mute because anxiety sucks and being perceived is frightening - lemme just fade into the floor

favorite subject at school? psychology, english because we could read Shakespeare and really cool books, science, music class, history, french, home ec, woodshop

least favorite subject? math and phys ed cause ya girl ain't a runner but yet they're all like "ohh its not that hard" but bro you're not even doing it

what's your best character trait? why are these questions so hard though? like idk my ability to make people feel comfortable?? i feel weird answering this lol

what's your worst character trait? i guess my inability to put myself first still and my dad jokes and sometimes I get quiet because I have a huge fear of rejection or abandonment

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? that I was on vacation instead of driving around for hours today or sleeping more that'd be great

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Beethoven, Shakespeare, my grandparents, Marilyn Monroe, John Lennon, Frida Kahlo, idkkkk

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): there's so many this is rude asking for one so I'll give you two series. recently I read late night texts by @jolapeno and the wolf you feed by @arcanefox207 these series changed my brain chemistry for the best. I could scream on every rooftop in the world about these to every person in the world like please READ THEM!!!

npt: @arcanefox207 @gothcsz @syd-djarin @sunshinehaze1 @sunshineispunk @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @604to647 @myownwholewildworld @evolnoomym @slimybeth69 @almostfoxglove @lotusbxtch @baronessvonglitter me smooching you all through the phone <3 <3 <3 cause you all deserve every ounce of love and joy in the whole world

[sh0jun]

Ikemen Sengoku Modern AU

Boys as various university professors or teachers--

I'm not elaborating it much for now

Maybe there would be updates idk--

Oda forces

→ Nobunaga Oda (Academic Head/Economics teacher)

He's gonna have a separate drawer in his office FILLED with candies

That drawer has a lock on it all the time (he doesn't want Hideyoshi to find out about it)

→ Hideyoshi Toyotomi (history teacher)

Really looks up to the department head

Very patient with all the students and will help each and every single one of them :)

You'd see him in the halls A LOT

so be careful. If you get caught breaking the rules you WILL be lectured by him

He keeps a check on every teacher's health too- also he would tell you to take it easy if he sees that you're not well

Also pretty good at giving motivational speech

→ Mitsuhide Akechi (computer science)

Okay hear me out. This man will be GOOD with computers and technology.

The event stories prove it

He's the teacher you'll go to every time there's something wrong with your iPad

And he WILL tease you endlessly

→ Mitsunari Ishida (Maths teacher)

For obvious reasons.

Our clumsy but very smart angel.

He'll be very kind. And calmly teach you if you're having trouble with a math problem no matter how many times you come to him

But no matter what you do, you won't be able to get his attention if he's reading

The janitor has caught him several times in the library reading books in a secluded corner when it's late in the night

Librarians sometimes have to kick him out

→ Masamune Date (food tech)

Yes.

I think it's self explanatory (I don't have anything to say about him I'm sorry-)

You'd always. ALWAYS. catch him at the farmers market.

→ Ieyasu Tokugawa (Biology/ chemistry teacher)

Yes.

He knows his stuff when it comes to plant and medicine

He'd be very cranky if you come to his with a question but he will answer it in full detail

He does NOT like the math teacher

The math teacher and the physics teacher seem to constantly fawn over him which he does not enjoy.

→ Keiji Maeda (Drama/music teacher)

Pretty self explanatory this one.

He and the literature teacher are good friends :3

Best friends in fact.

He's the cheery teacher. Very enthusiastic.

→ Ranmaru Mori (teacher assistant)

The principal's assistant to be more specific

Running around doing errands for Nobunaga. Looks very cute and is very helpful

The students love him

Kasugayama forces

→ Kenshin Uesugi (specialist PE teacher/sports department head)

Martial arts. Fencing. Horse riding. Swimming. Sword fighting. You name it

This guys knows EVERYTHING

he trains students in these sports for competitions.

The group sports activities go to the other gym teacher

Very cold. And seems very rude and icy. But will teach you if you ask for his help

Also do NOT expect him to go easy on you

It's your first time learning judo? Will TOO bad. You will be thoroughly beaten up by this guy

→Shingen Takeda (DT/department head)

The hot teacher who's at the carpentry workshop

Many students attend the workshop JUST to see him

Very nice. Flirt to everything that breathes

Loves sweets just like the academics Department head.

But doesn't like Nobunaga at all

→Yukimura Sanada (PE teacher)

The worst PE teacher you'll ever have 💀

Doesn't know how to talk to students or teachers which result in him getting some pretty snarky comments

Is in charge of preparing sports teams for sports competitions

Does not like Kenshin's guys but has to put up with them

He's best friends with the physics teacher and they sometimes show experiments together (yuki is the lab rat of course)

→Sasuke Sarutoki (Physics teacher)

That fun physics teacher that shows experiments in the class

Uses memes in his lectures

All his lectures are extremely fun

The students are often confused as to how does he always has a straight face

The PE teacher is his guinea pig at times

The sports department head has some beef with him for some reason

→ Yoshimoto Imagawa (Arts teacher)

The guy LOVES art and appreciates it to his fullest

This job was MEANT for him

Will appreciate your art and also give you pointers if you ask for it

Very charming

Students fawn over him

Has a very soothing voice along with a pretty face

→ Kanetsugu Naoe (Literature teacher)

Teaches English along with Japanese

Very strict

He's pretty and has little fangs but the students are afraid of him

A very good teacher

But also does some very strict marking in tests

Do not try to fight with him cause he will point out all the grammatic errors

Lone forces

→ Kicho (linguistics teacher)

Teaches other foreign languages

Like French, Chinese, Korean, Spanish, German, arabic, Russian. You name it.

This guy is a genius

He and the computer tech teacher are cousins

Seems very tired always (cough blackholes cough)

→ Motonari Mouri (portugese teacher)

Yes.

No comment on him.

Those who know him well will probably get it.

Will teach you every single curse word there is >:D

→ Kennyo (History teacher/ religious studies)

He does not like how modern studies are taking over

No phones allowed in his class

Very calm but also hella intimidating

Uhhh- does not put up well with the Computer tech teacher's antiques

Usually eats alone outside with cats.

Animals love him <3

Mai

→ Mai Mitsuzaki (Textiles teacher)

Das right. Mah girl gets her own category

The most fashionable teacher on campus

Everyone loves her

Shingen, Masa and she are the DT trio

Will teach you all there is to know about clothes and fashion

Designs the best clothes

She should be a designer.

Tags: cause idk who wants to be tagged--

@ikesenanigans (we came up with these together<3)

@rubia8 @bakersgrief @nightvers @ginshoujo @y2ashlee

UHHHH IDK WHO ELSE :(

Anyways Enjoy :D

This is my first hc that i wrote--

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[hallowedhaunting]

Tagged by @hekateinhell! tysm🫶

What’s the origin of your username?: I was trying to come up with a memorable enough username that would fit The Vibe because I originally wanted this to be an art account, then proceeded to not post art for two years lol. I wanted something that had a motif of both religion+horror since I tend to make (original) art around that concept. Also a primary reason I love The Vampire Armand

OTP(s) + ship name: Anything involving Armand (except Bianca sorry queen I’m just heterophobic). Especially Armand/Daniel… but TVL Lesmand has a grip on me too………………… and Venice era……………………………………. Prior to Armand I was obsessed with Usami/Tsurumi from the Golden Kamuy manga and Ash/Eiji from Banana Fish lol

Favorite color: Black and red!

Song stuck in your head: I have been listening to Rosegarden Funeral Party lately, but especially their song Follow. It is so early Devil’s Minion coded to me! 

I have also been listening to Secret Shame's discography quite a bit

Weirdest habit/trait: Probably that I talk to myself constantly when I’m alone (like full on animated conversations). I had to curb this in college because I’d constantly misjudge when my roommates were home 😭 remnants of a highly isolated childhood lol

Hobbies: Drawing, writing, music composition, playing piano + singing, finding and altering vintage fashion+furniture, fashion in general…….

If you work, what’s your profession?: I am a piano teacher!

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?: Hmm, probably to be a writer or artist! Though I know the realities of doing those professionally would be far less rewarding than painting Renaissance figures as Armand

Something you’re good at: Baking!

Something you hate: Minimalist interior design (or what I like to call grey box houses). I have a physical revulsion response when I see it

Something you collect: Lately hardcover books! I have a custom hardcover of The Vampire Armand ❤️. I also have a hardcover of Cry to Heaven by Anne Rice!

Something you forget: Genuinely everything lol my best friend remembers my life better than I do

What’s your love language?: Hah I’ve never thought about this for myself but I certainly show love to others through acts of service!

Favorite movie/show: …I don’t watch enough television to have an answer for this 😭. (Feel free to recommend shows or films— I am trying to change this!) I am constantly reading, though, and my favorite books are East of Eden by John Steinbeck, The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber, Cry to Heaven by Anne Rice, and of course The Vampire Armand ❤️

Favorite food: Any kind of curry

Favorite animal: Cats! But I love all animals and insects (especially moths and beetles)

What were you like as a child?: My childhood nickname was terremoto (earthquake) if that says anything lol. My church also had my photograph on the wall because I had so much scripture memorized at such a young age. #scripturewarrior

Favorite subject at school: Literature

Least favorite subject: I was so extraordinarily bad at math I got put in the special ed class for algebra 

What’s your best character trait?: Likely my positivity and optimism. I am generally a very cheerful person. I am also incapable of judging others which is in some ways a positive trait and has gotten me into some terrible situations otherwise lol

What’s your worst character trait?: I have categorically lacked self-respect throughout my life. I’m working on it 🫡

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?: Extremely recent history, but I am a bit too young to have done this in my own life– I would have LOVED to talk to Anne Rice about her work. As a person she fascinates me. I would also love to meet a distant female ancestor, especially one from prehistory

I tag @relicsofasaint and anyone else who’d like to do this! 🫶🫶