#even if it's not on his prof anymore

[sinsofthefather-kulemi]

MEET: Kenjiro Hara

◈Age: 32

◈Job: Proprietor of Club Reign, more commonly referred to as Reign.

◈Relationship Status: Has been single for nearing two years now. He and his ex didn't even date long, the relationship lasted for about 8 months before they passed. They were friends for longer and absolutely dear to him. One of the greatest friends he's ever had. He hasn't tried again. It hasn't quite felt right. In his mind, it's like he never got to properly end the relationship. So, he feels like he'd be doing something wrong if he moved on.

◈Family: His mother was an abusive drunk who prioritized her even more abusive boyfriend over him and his siblings. He had brothers. But he couldn't say where any of them are now, though. He can barely even recall what they look like considering he left his mother's house when he was 14 and he lived on the streets for quite some time after that. He was not in his right mind the majority of the time. Alot of his youth before Hiroshi is a blur and what he does remember, he wishes he didn't.

◈Friends: He's got a couple of guys that he look to that he may call his friend but he's a little shy about using that word. It makes him feel weak. He hates that feeling. But sure, there's a couple people he could call if he's ever low. They're fellow Itou men--plants. But they're captains where they are, so they get him. He'd like to call Hiroshi his friend but deep down, he knows that he's nothing more than a pawn to him. It's alright though. He'd proudly be his chess piece until the very end. Edna is dear to him too. He adores her. He hopes that Arika can view him as a friend, someone that she can rely on but he fears that since she has a boyfriend now, she may not need him as much. Unfortunately for that guy, he treasures her. So they won't be rid of him so easily.

◈Hobbies: Kenjiro used to enjoy dancing back when he lived with the Namikawas as the girls forced him to quite often. However, he's gained an even deeper appreciation for dancing thanks to his job. Plus, how tacky would it look if the owner of the top disco in the city didn't know how to get his groove on? He likes to check out the local competition anyway. Two birds as they say. He's also really fond of cruising through town in his Skyline with windows down and the radio up as he belts his heart out to his favorite tunes. He could easily lose track of time that way. He's a very impressive bowler. His form is almost sort of elegant and he knows alot about the game on a more technical level than just 'knockin down them pins'. The man even owns his own bowling ball. He likes to invite people out for a round of drinks then end the night at the local bowling alley where another couple of rounds awaits. Get you drunk, then kick your ass. That's the Kenjiro way!

◈Favorite Food: His mouth waters at just the thought of karaage. Fresh, piping hot, crunchy karaage with pickled vegetables on the side and a nice foamy beer to finish it all off.

◈Favorite Item: If you know anything about Kenjiro it's that there's nothing on this Earth that he cares more about after the Namikawa family and Itou than his precious, precious 1989 Nissan Skyline GT-R. Back when he used to drive the girls around, he was given the keys to Hiroshi's white sedan, a 1980 Nissan Skyline 2000GT. He'd only ever driven beater cars before then. It was like a dream every day. At some point, he began to fantasize about having one of his own. But he knew that when the time came, he'd have to get something similar but newer, cooler. Something that suited his style better. When the '89 GT-R sports car came out he could've jizzed in his pants. It was exactly what he was looking for all after these years and he had the money to pay for it- cash.

Want to learn a little more about the others?

→ Goro → Hiroshi → Arika → Edna

[todayisafridaynight]

seeing info only about the kiryu and majima statuettes but absolute radio silence on the ichi one is utterly sending me. Theyre hiding the fact theyre gonna make ichi pale as a cracker again

[balkanballad]

had a day that made me think oh that was a bit heavy on the symbolism, wasn't it

[mossmotif]

I SUBMOTED MY FINAL ASSIGNMENT WITH ONE MINUTE TO SPARE

[tchaikovskaya]

I could/should elaborate when I’m not falling asleep as I am rn but like. I feel like for the people who you “mourn” who have died young and/or suddenly who you knew only in passing, or only casually interacted with, or were once close to but in the years between then and their death you barely spoke, etc etc etc, you arent actually mourning them or their presence in ur life (and now palpable absence) (supposedly) but just what it means to be a human on earth who has to grapple with inevitable loss and the immense weight of what a Person is and their footprint on everyone they interact with that is fleeting even tho there are several billions of us on the floating rock but none of those billions of lifetimes are ever overlapping 100%…. sigh :/

[oflgtfol]

shaking my fucking cage my grad school app is due friday and the only thing preventing me from submitting it is that everyone i ask for a letter of rec is taking their sweet fucking time

[the-everqueen]

statistically, it's very likely that i will be one of those post-grads who does not get an academic job. i hate that this is framed as a failure on my part, like i'm just lazy and stupid, instead of an institutional problem.

[koschei-the-ginger]

I seriously don't understand this profs deal at all... at class he's rarely letting me speak but every time I write him an email hes like "but are you sure you are okay? Let me know. If anything happens we can reschedule. If you cant make it just let me know" but then at the actual exam he's always like "👁👄👁 girl, why do you sound like that"

[pallases]

well that was positively disastrous

[y2khaos]

is it ok to ask which of your robot ocs are in your robotphobia project along with Lance and Sloane? or will it be a surprise 🤔 (which i completely get/respect)

o absolutely!! the whole band of BROADCAST CUT (Xenon, Radon, and Argon) r basically the protags i think.....theres also Mod who's a p notable character and i plan on talking more abt her soon!!! ASPECT is the main antagonist and i still need to figure out designs im actually happy with for him and his other surveillance units.

then there's also professor andromeda whos. a scientist of some variety and honestly idk what their role in the story will be yet. kinda flip-flopping as to whether theyre super important or not,,

[youaremysunshine-court]

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[digitaldiseas3]

can't tell if i'm like... starting to dislike these girls because im pmsing and that's pretty typical for me to suddenly not like certain people, or if it's genuinely because they've been giving me weird fucking vibes and did smth i think was shitty :/

[bodymachine]

look away im having thoughts about the two medieval lit classes i took in college

[sorrelink]

it has only been a week

it has already been a week

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.

[jinnirev]

9th member reader would be a fan favourite, getting shipped with every member, and people writing crazy ship fanfiction and art

☆ pairing: ot8 x f!reader

☆ T/W: reader is sexualised a lot, implied non-con somnophilia, Prof x student trope, exhibitionism, sex on livestream, degradation, implied gangbang, spanking

☆notes: dark content ahead, please read trigger warnings before proceeding!

🔞 nsfw under the cut!

you were the one member who every single member got along with, ever since debut. you've never fought with any single one of the members.

which is what caused you to be a fan favourite when it comes to shipping. there would be thousands of fanfiction written about you paired with every single one of the members.

you were scrolling on your twitter timeline, until you stopped when you saw an explicit video with a caption saying: "y/n btm leeknow top, this is a visual representation of what happens whenever y/n fucks up during dance practice." you pressed into the video, a full HD video of a girl getting her pussy pounded, laying on the wooden floor, obviously reminding you of the training room. you hate the admit it, but this did infact happen before, and not just once but several times..

this led to you falling down the rabbit hole of reading and watching sexual fan made content. there were accounts dedicated to describing how good your pussy would be. (you were flattered)

your personal favourites would be those crazy alternate universes where fans would depict the most graphic and vile things.

"y/n would be such a brat during her lecture, not paying attention at all to what mr hwang was saying. showing up to class in an unbelievably short skirt with the tightest tank top, y/n was basically slutting out her body. mr hwang refused to let this slide, asking her to stay behind after class: *insert a video of a girl in a skirt getting railed on a table, getting her ass spanked, leaving angry red hand marks on the soft flesh of her skin.*"

"y/n made seungmin mad while doing a live so he fucked her live infront of over a million people: *insert a video of a girl bouncing up and down a cock, a pair of hands guiding her hips, slamming her down on his cock*"

"thinking abt how creamy and wet y/n's pussy would get during a fan meet when she couldn't get her slutty pussy filled by the rest of the members. so she had to whore her pussy out to the members on stage, they fucked her right there, infront of all the fans."

"y/n would be such a pretty sleeper that roommate!han can never resist touching her when he sees her passed out on the couch. jisung couldn't help but pull down her tiny short, revealing her wet little cunt, all creamy and ready for him to fuck. she let out a whimper of his name in her sleep and jisung gets impossibly harder. he couldn't resist it anymore, pulling out his fat cock and slamming it into sleeping y/n's creamy cunt. her eyes would slowly flutter open, waking up to her pussy getting filled with jisung's cum, clit getting rubbed and pinched by her roommate: *insert a video of a girl laying on her back, getting fucked stupid by a fat cock*"

needless to say, most of them were vile, but made your poor little pussy so wet, you had to start rubbing your clit while scrolling. but you were to used to the members making you cum all the time, you couldn't even take care of yourself :(

you walked into the living room, where the members were all sitting and watching their weekly movie night. "can't cum," you mumble, somehow they all heard you.

all it took were those two words for all of them to turn of the TV and spring into action. not before arguing with each other about who should get to make you cum.