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snowsonlylove · 1 month

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Dangerous Woman

a/n note: inspo is also from this delicious edit from topxzae on tiktok and this performance by ashley wagner. btw, i've switched my style of writing a bit and i've made it a bit more direct for i hope you don't mind + i was feeling a lil lazy so i did the sex scene in a third person pov.

Pairing: Captain!Hockey Player!Coriolanus Snow x Figure Skater!Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N and Coriolanus Snow have been in an established relationship for about 5 months. Lately, things have been very stressful for Coriolanus in his job as a captain of keeping everyone in line. Today is his day off and all he wants is to spend time with his girlfriend. What started out as a sweet catch up turned a lot spicier after Y/N noticed how her boyfriend looks at her.

Fic Type: Smut (NSFW) 18+, Established relationship, Love struck Coryo, Reader slaying it on the ice (i’m kinda imagining her as an Alexandra Trusova kinda gal so do what you want with that info)

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do this guys, use a condom. reader is on birth control), rough pushing, harsh, cunnilingus (female and male receiving), lmk if i missed anything else

Word Count: 1.9k

Inspo: Heavily inspired by Icebreaker (my newest obsession) and the stereotype in the skating world with hockey players looking at figure skaters when they practise (horny bf and gf edition).

Disclaimer: Credits and the idea of this are based off Icebreaker so all credits go to Hannah Grace and her team. This is a spinoff of her idea turned into an established relationship version for Coriolanus Snow and Y/N Y/L/N.

Additional Info (ONLY FOR THOSE WHO HAVE READ ICEBREAKER): In this universe, there is no rivalry. All collegiate teams share the same rink and there is a bond with the hockey and the skating team prior to this occurrence.

I do not own Coriolanus Snow or Y/N Y/L/N (cuz it’s you, boo). All credits go to Suzanne Collins and her team. Song credits also go to Ariana Grande and her team.

I do not allow my works to be republished or translated under any circumstances. Any instances of this happening and YOU WILL BE BLOCKEDDD.

Also, ageless and empty blogs will be BLOCKED as this is a 18+ fic. Report my fics for no good reason and you’re blocked cuz if u don’t like it, LEAVEEEE.

Y/N and Coriolanus have been a strong couple for about 5 months now. With all that time passing, there must be some things they have learned about each other, as well as things they have not learned about each other. Weirdly enough, Coriolanus has never seen Y/N skate because of the divide in their schedule between the hockey team and figure skating team.

Coriolanus is the captain of the collegiate Academy hockey team, which makes the job more difficult for him because of how hard he has to strangle and wrangle a bunch of frat guys to go on the ice and play. This leads to him trying to find his teammates a lot, which means that he doesn’t have time to see his girlfriend skate because by the time he gets there, Y/N’s already packing up her stuff and giving him a kiss goodbye before leaving. This frustrates him. However, it doesn’t look like it would be much of an issue going forward.

Lately, the team has been going on a losing streak. About 3/4 of the team are either high or drunk off their ass in college parties and it’s driving Coriolanus crazy as it’s making them lose. Their coach has demanded that they stop it, Coriolanus even putting it as a ban but it’s still not making the younger hockey members realise that. As a result, Coach Highbottom and Coriolanus have made a decision to make them sit on the bench and think about their actions, which works great for Coriolanus since it creates a window of space in which he can get more alone time and even show up earlier to watch his girlfriend practice.

Today was the day in which Coriolanus got his free time, so he chose to watch his girlfriend train for her test skates after getting them a small box of cronuts and a coffee for both him and girlfriend as a little date after her practice before she has to go back to her dorm to study.

Coriolanus strolled into the ice rink as if he owned it that day, confident in his strides as he didn’t show his excitement in seeing his girlfriend practice in fear of people seeing how weak he was for his girlfriend. As he walked to the stands by the rink, he saw his girlfriend glide across the rink as she stretched her hands in the most delicate way possible while practising her program with her coach looking at her intensely from the stands.

“More, Y/N! More!” “Straighten the back of the knee!” “Smile!” “Don’t be so sloppy!” Coach Gaul screamed from the side of the ice rink as Y/N glided past her to do her quad before doing her triple axel flawlessly. Coriolanus sat on the edge of the stand, looking at his girlfriend almost as if he was observing her before he suddenly heard a bunch of little giggles and laughs beside him as he turned to look at the bunch of junior girls who stopped their off-ice stretching to look at his girlfriend practising her program.

“She’s so pretty..” “Literally, how does she do that?” “Oh my god, her boyfriend is so hot, someone get me a hockey boyfriend please” “I wonder how big his d-” “Oh my god, Sasha! Don’t say that!” The girls whispered amongst each other as they giggled as if they were girls from middle school. Coriolanus smirked as he pretended to cough, making all the girls look at him horrified that they realised that he heard their conversation. They all walk away with their heads down as Coach Gaul’s assistant calls the girls to start their warm-ups on the ice, making Coriolanus smirk even harder.

Coriolanus walks towards the side of the rink as he puts his hands in the pocket of his sweatpants as he watches his girlfriend converse with her coach, waiting for feedback while he stands there, entranced by her beauty. As she glides back on the ice, Coriolanus feels himself getting hard as he watches her practise her routine with her hands behind her back, making his mind go crazy with the possibility of the things they could do. Mind you, by this point they’ve hooked up quite a few times.

As Y/N comes towards the end of her routine, she finally notices her boyfriend as she gives him a small wave before doing her final moves, her coach clapping on the side of the rink. “Good job, Y/N. There are some technical things we need to work on but you’ve improved. Now, go take your leave.” Y/N nods as she bids her coach goodbye before running towards her boyfriend and tackling him with a bone-crushing hug, her boyfriend hugging her back just as hard as she squeals, “I can't believe you’re here! I thought you were on an off-day with the guys today!”

Coriolanus chuckles in a distracted way as he chides while stroking her hair, “Yeah, that’s true but the one thing I didn’t tell you was that I actually wanted to watch my darling skate today. How are you, sweetheart? Anything hurting? I brought us some donuts and coffee for breakfast?” Y/N groaned as she looked up at her boyfriend with a grateful smile, “You didn’t need to get me anything, love. I know you’ve been busy lately.. You know I’m all fine, right? I’m not a broken doll” She jokes as she raises her eyebrow, making her boyfriend smirk as he leaned down to give his girlfriend a peck on her lips before saying, “I know that, baby. But I was thinking we can do a little something as a treat for you doing so well in your practice so far.” He said in a dazed tone as he took a glance at her ass before giving it a slap, making Y/N glare at him from her current stance. Coriolanus’s dick got harder after hearing her groan as it reminded him of the several intimate interactions that he had with his girlfriend. Little did he know, Y/N saw his aching dick right as she came up to him, making the situation much more interesting as she noticed how he looked at her. Knowing how hard he’s been working, she wanted to give him a chance to relax after a long week of training.

The tension between them got a little more heated after that slap as both Y/N’s and Coriolanus’s looked at each other in a much more sensual way, their eyes having a particular sheen over it before a cough from Y/N disrupted the moment. “Okay, then. Let me get my stuff from the locker. I’ll see you later, captain…” Y/N said as she turned around and walked away, her hips swaying just a bit more to tempt her boyfriend into joining her in the locker. Coriolanus immediately took notice of this as he followed her, Y/N stopping at one point to grab his hand and interlock his fingers with hers as they made their way to the locker.

Thankfully, no one was in the locker by that time as all the skaters were on the rink preparing to start practising their programs. Y/N closed the door behind her as Coriolanus pinned her towards her door as he wrapped his hands in her hair and kissed her while her hands pressed up against his chest as she smiled into the kiss. Wet, squelching sounds echoed around the room as their tongues moulded against each other in perfect sequence as if they were made for each other. As they made out, they peeled off each other’s clothes slowly as they were wrapped up in this bubble where they were the only ones there and no one else existed.

By the time they pulled away from each other, they were both down to their underwear. Coriolanus crouched down as he peeled Y/N’s lacy red panties off her as licked a line up her slit, tasting the sweet nectar hidden under her skate wear as he hummed in satisfaction before sucking on her clit, making Y/N see stars as her moans echoed around the room. Y/N reached down to cradle her boyfriend’s head as he worked her up to a beautiful, soul-capturing orgasm, making her heave big sighs while coming down her high.

Y/N and Coriolanus gave each other a deep kiss as she tasted herself on his tongue before it was her turn to kneel down and give his aching hardness the love that it deserves. She kissed her way down his abs as she pulled down his boxers, revealing his aching, hard dick leaking with pre-cum in all its glory. The veins were clearly invisible as Y/N hummed in satisfaction before she licked the tip of his dick, savouring the taste of his pre-cum as she moaned. She continued this a few times before she went deeper and deeper until her throat reached the base of his cock, making Coriolanus groan with great pleasure as she gagged occasionally and started to work him into an orgasm by pulling her head in and out of his dick in a once slow motion before building up her speed in a way she knew her boyfriend liked.

“Ugh, so good, baby… Keep doing that, you’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart.” Coriolanus groaned as he wrapped his hand around a bunch of her hair as he guided her in and out of his dick. His groans and her moans echoed around the room as the atmosphere got dirtier before Coriolanus pushed her head closer than it’s ever been before he came with one final groan, making Y/N moan even louder at seeing his satisfaction in her efforts to please him.

As Coriolanus came down from his orgasm, Y/N pulled her mouth off him as she wiped her mouth clean of her saliva before jutting out her tongue, letting him see that she swallowed it all before she laughed a little at her boyfriend’s dark glance at her. Coriolanus’s head turned around to the side as his groan this time was animalistic as he grabbed his girlfriend from her place on her knees before him and smashed his lips with her before he turned her around and pushed her towards the door before shoving his now hard length into her in one thrust.

Both Y/N and Coriolanus let out a groan as they wrapped their arms around each other as he pushed his dick in and out of her pussy as her ass bounced back towards his dick with her force. The room now echoed with the sound of skin slapping around it, along with her louder moans and his harsher groans as he turned her face to the side before capturing her lips in another searing kiss as they both come with him holding her tits in his hands and bringing her as close to him as possible.

Y/N and Coriolanus breathed heavily as they came down from their euphoric orgasm. Coriolanus cradled Y/N’s face as he leaned in and captured her lips in little kisses as he checked over her to see if she was okay. After making sure she was okay, he grabbed a bunch of tissue paper as he cleaned them up before he helped her pack up her skating luggage before they opened the door and left the rink wrapped up in each other’s love. Little did they know, both Coach Gaul and her assistant were staring at them appalled as they overheard them while going to the bathroom a while ago.

#coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #hunger games #tbosas fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow x you #coryo x reader #Spotify

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nimmie-nugget · 7 months

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~Reincarnated as a Knolastname~

Note: HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH!! 🎃👻 gonna be honest- I actually think Crimson might have cared atleast a bit for Moxxie when he was a child 😭 Anyway~ take some reincarnated Moxxie’s Sister Reader Headcanons!! 🥳 Do keep in mind that characters may be ooooooooc, and when there’s 8 O’s you know it’s extreme 🤯. Also I haven’t been doing Tokito Twin’s content for a while so I just wanna reassure that I have some HCs coming up for them 😫!! Enjoy!

P.s in the back flashes of EXES AND OOHS I think Moxxie was 4? Yeah so that makes you 7, your 3 years older 😋👌 tho age is not mentioned at all- and I will make fics of this 😤

Warnings: a lot of slang(not rlly a warning, just thought I’d mention), ooc, may have punctuation, spelling grammer/etc errors,

Info: idk man just wanted to add this 😐

Edit: HOW DOES SOMETHING LIKE THIS- A POST I BARELY PUT ANY EFFORT INTO GET MORE RECOGNITION THEN THIS POST, THE ONE I ACTUALLY PUT EFFORT INTO 👹👹 I appreciate the likes tho don’t take it in a bad way- 😭👌

Edit#2: I recommend u don’t read 💀👍

Helluva Boss Masterlist

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~Reaction to being Reincarnated~

-long story short you don’t know how you ended up here but you found yourself being the daughter of some random old ass guy that’s gonna be the main reason for your character development arc.

-at least that mom with an unknown name will provide you sweets and shit-

-gonna put sum realz shizz on this family fr.

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~Death~

-isn’t this Tumblr? Yeah long story short this turned into a Wattpad story for a second and the famous Truck-kun killed you 🗿 but you forgive Truck-kun since Truck-kun’s just being Truck-kun 😌.

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~Inside a Mansion~

Yup this “Mansion” is someone’s womb, zamn how da heck do you still have memories of your past life? Also why does your very tiny unformed body kinda look like an imp? Just like one from your favourite show Helluva Boss? How can you even see??? It’s pitch black bro- meh it’s whatever 🤷‍♀️ it’s fun kicking at least-

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~Borth~

…I’m not even gonna explain this 🫡 but just so you know Crimson was not there for your birth 😶

-at least you still have the same Borthdah as you did before you were reincarnated???

-Girly just 🖕 this bullshit why’d you have to be re-born in this family out of all the ones in Helluva Boss? I mean- you don’t mind being Moxxie’s gay emo sister but like- Crimson…CRIMSON. Tho make sure to start those teenager phases early so no one becomes suspicious of you when your going through the teenage thinga ma jig 😔

-but yay! You bet that Moxxie’s mom- well basically your mom now, WILL BE THE BEST 😩

-but girly you weren’t even fazed when reincarnated- just accepted it like a champ 😎

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~Crimson’s First Thoughts On You~

-Absolutely nothing- 😃

-only thought of you as his heiress and DEFINITELY to lead his Mob in the future 😔

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~[Unknown]’s First Thoughts On You~

-this is the Mom btw 😃

-gonna be honest I don’t know much since we’ve never really gotten a FULL view of her personality- all that I know is that she’s kind? 🤷‍♀️ Yuh so I won’t really directly say what she thought but I guess I can just- I don’t know man just read I guess 😃👌

-101% THOUGHT YOU WERE CUTE AF!! what happened to infinite%? 😢

-she felt a warm and fuzzy feeling inside, something she never felt ever since she married Crimson 😔.

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~Moxxie’s First Thoughts On You~

-‘Guppa duppa poo daaah dooo’

-don’t tell me you actually expected a real thought from him- Broski was just born 😔

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~Your First Thoughts On Moxxie~

-‘zamn bro’s crying on his borthduh I could never 🙄💅’

-girly he’s like a few minutes old what on Satan’s ass are you talkin ‘bout? 😀

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~What Crimson Thinks Of You~

-your a nuisance, like- what do you mean when you say “put those dawgs away💀”

-yeah you definitely got in trouble so many times- this stupid MF can’t understand slang and just thinks your insulting everyone around you 😶

-forget about you being his heiress, might as well make Moxxie his heir instead 😠

-Now take a very ooc dialogue 😋 btw this is after the Mom’s death 😃

-“[Name], cut it out. That will happen if you don’t stop.” He says calmly, too calm for you to know he’s pissed. (he was implying that he will drown you just like he did to the Mom btw-)

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~What [Unkown] Thinks Of You~

-Loved you from the moment she layed her eyes on you 😩 (cheesy much 😶)

-wrote more then a dictionary just to prove how much she loves you 😔

-yuh that’s all I got 😐

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~What Moxxie Thinks Of You~

He’s 4 rn-

-HE LOVES YOU!!

-your his sister why wouldn’t he- ?

-your basically his partner in crime 😈 both of you steal treats from the kitchen when your not supposed to 😤👍

-if the Mom found you 2 being naughty then sorry to tell you but yer’ both getting a time out 😔

-…BUT IF CRIMSON FOUND YOU- yuh that’s somehow gonna become a family issue problemo 😶💦______________________________________________________________________

I sometimes forget writing is for fun- but I certainly had fun writing this 😎 now I’m gonna tag this in some tags that this doesn’t even relate to which will make everyone hate me but they will soon worship me after reading this masterpiece. Praise this shit rn *points gun at you*

#helluva boss x reader #crimson x reader #crimson knolastname #moxxie x reader #moxxie knolastname #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva boss headcanon #knolastname x reader #fizzaroli x reader #asmodeus x reader x fizzarolli #blitzo x reader #millie x reader #loona x reader #stolas x reader #stella x reader #x reader #striker x reader #helluva boss crimson x reader #helluva boss moxxie x reader

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cherrysmokesaconha · 3 months

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Dear Eddsworld fandom. Just because a headcanon is very popular, DOESN'T mean it's canon.

"You can't ship Paul x Tord or Tord x Patryck cuz they are father and son!" NO. DO A FUCKING RESEARCH.

This can be debunked in the PowerEdd episode, where Tord and Paul appear together as CHILDREN, implying that they are ALMOST THE SAME AGE.

Are you sure they are "father and son" even though they appear as CHILDREN in the SAME FUCKING CLASSROOM? No they are not.

SAME THING GOES FOR THE "2004 Eddsworld are teenagers!!" THING.

DO. A. FUCKING. RESEARCH.

In the Christmas Special 2004 and in Zombeh Attack 2005, there's no mentions of their parents or even their school.

Also, do you see this?

This is the Eddsworld STUDIOS.

This is NOT A SCHOOL. THIS IS NOT A HIGHSCHOOL. THIS IS A STUDIO. A JOB. A COMPANY.

And also, did you know that the real people ages AREN'T the same to the characters? THAT'S RIGHT!

The real people are in their 30s, cool. But what about the characters?

This was confirmed by Oblivian Downing (one of the Eddsworld illustrators) in his Twitter.

Do you see birth year here? Do you see anything to prove their age here? Of course not? ME EITHER.

This just prove that the characters have vague age. THEY DON'T HAVE A CANON AGE. AND THIS GOES FOR ALL. THE. ERAS.

Do you think it makes sense for them to be an unknown age in one era, but their age in another?? I do not think.

Just because someone made ship art of 2004 Eddsworld, DOESN'T MEAN THEY ARE DRAWING P3DO. Just because someone drew Paul x Tord, DOESN'T MEAN THEY ARE DRAWING 1NCEST.

Edit cuz i forgot this

Another reason that makes people think that the teenager hc is ""canon"" it's because of Tord's tombstone in Zombeh Attack 2, where it appears that he was supposedly born in 1989.

BUT that DOESN'T MAKE IT CANON cuz: Tord had not yet left Eddsworld at that time. Tord left in 2008 while Zombeh Attack 2 was posted in 2007, one year earlier.

The characters weren't separated from the real people at that time because Tord hadn't left EW yet due to the hate he was getting (it was Tord who said that fans should separate the real people from the characters, and then the crew themselves said this later).

And nowadays this is no longer canon, because the characters are separated from the real people and nowadays they don't have a canon birth year or even a canon age (confirmed by Oblivian in this same post).

THOSE ARE JUST >>H E A D C A N O N S<<. If you really want to shove this shit down people's throats like it's "canon", how about you PROVE it's canon? How about you send screenshots of the EW crew confirming this? How about you send prints that confirm that Paul and Patryck are Tord's parents or that they are minors in 2004? You won't get it as it IS NOT CANON IN ANY WAY.

Before you attack someone because they allegedly drew something illegal, DO YOUR RESEARCH. Ask Kasafraz, ask Oblivian, but don't believe other people's words. I did ask Kasafraz about the 2004 Eddsworld and she said that "they don't think there anything that proves that they're minors", and Kas also said that the best for me to do was confirming that I don't headcanon then as teenagers.

And that's what I'm going to do. I DON'T HEADCANON 2004 EW AS TEENAGERS AND THAT SHOULD BE RESPECTED.

It's totally fine if u headcanon 2004 Ew as teenagers or Paul and Pat to be Tord's parents, but please, DON'T FORCE THAT HEADCANON INTO PEOPLE WHO DON'T HAVE THAT HC FOR THEMSELVES. This will just make you look like an ASSHOLE.

Don't be a coward. Do some research. It may take a while, but it will bring you a lot of knowledge.

#eddsworld #eddsworld 2004 #i am so sick of this.#cherry talks

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sleepyrouge · 2 years

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imagining dilf!kirishima (part two) word count: 5.6k pairing: kirishima eijirou x f!reader content warnings: age gap (reader is early twenties, kirishima is early thirties), kinda sugar daddy/baby dynamics but only if you squint, f!reader, reader is kind of a nervous brat, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (but mentions of taking pill-form birth control), use of petnames, spanking (kinda?), creampie, choking, praise. also the prose in this is non-existent and the format is trash and if anyone sees any y'alls that i forgot to edit out...just.......let it rock. 18+ mdni (and no blank blogs) or you will get blocked. authors note: not me thinking about this post i made the other day for the t h o u s a n d t h time but just there's so much more to imagine, like:

it's before noon on a thursday and you have a final presentation for an elective american lit class in a few hours and you're about to climb a wall because you've practiced your presentation in your mirror so much that you can't stand the sight of your own face anymore so you end up calling kirishima. your stomach flips when you hear his voice on the other end of the line, all deep and sweet and cheery.

"hey, sweet girl! don't you have a final today?" he teases and your stomach is about to flip straight out of your body at the fact that he remembered.

"yeah, i'm really nervous about it." you chew on your lip.

"why don't you come over to the agency and practice in front of me? i don't have patrol until this afternoon." he suggests and you feel a little dumb for not thinking to suggest that yourself.

"are you sure? it won't be...weird?"

"'course not. you're my girlfriend and besides, it's my agency." kirishima continues but your brain gets all staticky after the first part of his sentence.

"i'm your girlfriend." you state slowly, goofy smile on your face that eijirou physically can't see but you can hear him chuckle on his end of the phone. it was the first time that he had called you that outright.

"i mean, i hope so, or pouring my heart out in front of that mcdonald's would have been kinda embarrassing." he jests. you cradle your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you grab your laptop and your notes from around your room and shove them in your schoolbag.

"definitely your girlfriend, eiji." you say with a broad grin on your face as your pick up your apartment keys and head out the door. "also i'm on my way." you finish up your conversation with kirishima as you bound down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.

the walk to his building isn't terribly long and is made even shorter by reciting the facts of your presentation over and over again in your head. you ride the elevator up to the floor that he texted you that he was on and just before the doors slide open, you're hit by a wave of anxiety. you know that kirishima has sidekicks that he employs at his agency that are around your age and you wonder agitatedly what they'll think of you.

too soon, the doors are opening and you hold your breath, expecting the worst but everything is relatively...mundane. like a magnet, your eyes find the door with kirishima's name on the front and you set a quick course for the door. you don't know why you did it, not really, but you slide through his door quickly, not even bothering to knock. you accidentally interrupt a phonecall he was having.

"what's she getting a degree in, anyways? learning how to tie her shoes? reciting the alphabet?" your face heats up at the sound of the man eijirou has on the other end of the line. he swivels in his chair, scrambling to cut the call short.

"goodbye, bakugou." kirishima scowls pointedly at the phone before fixing his face and looking up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. "hey there, sweet thing," he grins and you shake off the self-doubt trying to make itself at home in your body. "i'm so ready to see your presentation." he goes on. his office is modest, a medium oak desk with a shiny black chair and an exquisite view of the city. you take a few steps around, admiring the pictures of him in his hero costume and some with his hero friends.

silently, kirishima cups his hands dutifully on his desk as he waits expectantly for you to start your presentation but you're caught off guard by how handsome and powerful he looks sitting there, hair laying flat against his head and dress shirt unbuttoned just enough at the top to make you want to undo the rest of the buttons. it's like kirishima can read your thoughts because he starts smirking at you and it flusters you just enough to startle you out of your reverie. you pull your laptop out of your schoolbag and click around, opening up the powerpoint and sitting it where the red-head can see it. you take a deep breath and crack your knuckles before launching into your speech about the impact of the beat poet movement, specifically allen ginsberg, and the murky history of that part of american literature. by the time you were done, kirishima was leaning forward, listening intently, and the tips of your ears were practically on fire from all of the attention he was paying you. he didn't look bored in the slightest. that had to account for something, right? kirishima clapped his hands enthusiastically as you shuffled your index cards back into the correct order and shut your laptop.

"that was so informative, baby! i didn't know any of that stuff!" he encouraged, standing up to step around his desk and pull you into his broad chest. you inhaled his cologne that you loved so much and it made you a little dizzy. you wrapped your arms around his sides and tried to fight the bashful grin on your face even though he couldn't see it.

"you really think so?" your voice is muffled by his chest.

"'course i do. you're the smartest person i know." kirishima backs away a step and hooks his index finger under your chin to make you look up at him. he pecks your lips quickly and all of your nerves momentarily disappear. "can't wait to take you on a real date tonight, either." he grins and you almost balk at forgetting the previously planned engagement.

"are you sure you still wanna go out with me? are you sure you wouldn't rather go out with your friends or...anyone else?" you hated being so insecure, but more than anything, you hated the idea of being an inconvenience. kirishima tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. you nuzzled your face against his hand.

"i've been planning tonight for an entire month. there's nowhere else i'd rather be than with you this evening after my patrol." he smiles reassuringly at you and your heart swells. he was so good to you.

"thank you. y'know, for waiting for me and everything." you hope your words convey your feelings. there comes a knock at the door. a sidekick around your age, already dressed out in their gear, sticks their head through the door.

"it's almost time to go, mr. riot." the sidekick's eyes dart between you and kirishima. eijirou lets out a good-natured sigh.

"i've already told you, it's okay to just use my name." the sidekick nods dutifully.

"of course, mr. riot! i'll be waiting for you downstairs." he casts another quick glance between the two of you before retreating and shutting the door. there's a dusting of color on kirishima's cheeks when you look up at him. you grin like a lovesick puppy up at him, having never seen him interact with his colleagues before. you pull him into an easy hug.

"they just don't listen to me," he mumbles into your hair and you giggle before checking your watch. your eyes grow wide seeing the time.

"shit, i gotta go!" you exclaim-the moment over and jump over to kirishima's desk. you pack your laptop away quickly. you throw your bag over your shoulder and bound for the door, stop to think for a moment, turn around, and give eijirou a quick kiss before exiting.

hours later, you're back in your tiny apartment after finishing your presentation on campus and running errands and you're just relaxing for a minute before you start getting ready for your date (!!!) with kirishima. you're lounging on your bed in a robe and a soothing face mask when your phone chirps on your nightstand with a reminder that you have an extra credit quiz due at five. the notification sends you into overdrive because it's already four and you had a whole extensive hours-long get ready routine planned for your date and you didn't even really need to take the extra credit quiz, but what was the point in being so uptight about your education if you weren't going to take every option available to you?

so you start racing around and grab your class notes and your laptop and zoom through your quiz and manage to elaborate and remember all the facts for the essay questions better than you thought you did!! you manage to turn your quiz in just in time and you take a deep breath and start laying out your outfit for your date that consists of stuff that kirishima helped you pick out when y’all were shopping together. he wanted to take you out to a nice restaurant (much better than the one you worked at) because that “was the respectable thing to do." you finally are able to shower and do your hair and makeup and the whole process is really relaxing which really helps with your nerves, but it's also a good way to pamper yourself after the stress of finals.

too quickly, the time comes and kirishima is knocking on your door and you’re trying to run to answer the door and put your heels on at the same time and you end up falling over onto your washing machine and making a huge crashing sound and when you go to open the door, kirishima is standing there with a look of concern on his face and you’re just like “p l e a s e just give me five minutes” and he smirks like the absolute little rascal that he is and follows you into your apartment and he looks around at everything while you finish getting ready without tearing the whole place down. kirishima takes note that you have a ton of plants in your kitchen placed on the window sills and on the kitchen sink and he thinks it's really cute but he notices some of the plant leaves are ~crispy~ and the soil is kinda dry so he takes a cup and starts watering them while he waits for you.

finally, after about ten minutes, he hears your bedroom door open and you come out and see him watering your plants and you're just standing there with heart eyes (also because he looks fucking good with his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows). then he turns to look at you and he's also mega heart eyes and he tells you that you look pretty as he dusts soil off of his hands and goes over to greet you properly and give you a warm kiss on the cheek.

after that, he drives the two of you to dinner through the crowded nighttime streets and he holds your hand the whole time and there isn't much conversation on the ride there but you just can't take your eyes off of your intertwined fingers. you thought your heart might have been ready to bust when he rubbed his thumb over the tops of your fingers.

when you get to the restaurant, the hostess goes to seat the two of you and you pull kirishima along behind you by the hand and it's such a small thing that you do but he loves it for some reason. dinner passes all too quickly between eating and talking about your respective days and you end up accidentally going too far in-depth about beatniks and abie hoffman and yippies and the effect that guerilla theatre had on the american counterculture movement (which are all points you didn't have time to hit on in your presentation) but kirishima doesn't mind even though he can't focus all that well on what you're talking about because he's too busy congratulating himself on buying you an outfit that looks that good on you.

but then kirishima's feeling a little guilty because you're asking him if he's ever read "howl" since it's a masterpiece even though you're inwardly cringing at how annoying you sound but you're only doing it to get your mind off of kissing kirishima and running your hands through his stupid hair.

after dinner, eijirou drops you back off at your apartment and walks you to the door because honestly it's kind of a sketchy part of town and he's a gentleman. he kisses you goodnight and then a second time and then a third time and before you know it-before your mind has time to catch up with your tongue-you're inviting him in for ice cream. you don't know what you're doing, not exactly, but you don't have time to think anything through before you're standing in front of your coffee table with him sprawled out on the couch behind you. you're desperately trying to get your tv to work to no avail. honestly, the little tv you had was well past its prime and on its last legs, but it had been with you since freshman year and even though the stand it sat on was broken and even though the roku attachment you had for it only worked some of the time, you were attached to it. you didn't see the point in replacing something as long as it still worked well enough. eijirou chuckled behind you.

"just let me buy you a new one." as soon as he spoke, the screen sprang to life playing the last show that you were watching.

"there's no need for that! it works just fine." you grinned down at him, handed him the remote, and placed your phone on the table before going back into the kitchen to get the ice cream that you weren't even hungry for. you just wanted eijirou to hang around for a little longer.

you dug around in your freezer and found the ice cream that you had squirreled away. deciding against bowls, you were scrounging around in your silverware drawer for two clean spoons when you heard your phone ringing from the coffee table.

"hey, can you see who that is?" you called over your shoulder to eijirou as you slid the drawer closed with your hip. the ringing stopped, and too late, you realized what time it was. you watched in mild horror as kirishima cleared his throat and held the phone closer to his face.

"the notification says 'don't forget to take your birth control, you dumb hormonal bitch.'" he pauses to look over at you from the couch, a look of amusement on his face. you're only slightly mortified. "do you want me to snooze that?"

"yeah." you disappear momentarily into your bedroom and take your medicine. you reappear quickly and grab your snack and waltz over to the couch, hoping that the embarrassing interlude will soon be forgotten. you put the ice cream and spoons down on the table and feel eijirou pulling at your hand. you turn around slightly to see what he wants and he pulls you down.

you straddle his lap and his arms wrap around your waist wantonly. you feel your heartbeat quicken when he looks up at you with a lazy smirk on his face.

"i, uh, like your phone lock screen." he lets out a full chuckle then and you wonder briefly if there are any large rocks around for you to hide under.

"i was gonna change it," you pout and start to lean back to grab your phone. eijirou pulls you closer to him instead.

"don't. i like it. that was one of my first magazine covers." his lips flutter against your jaw.

"i know." you gush. "you were really handsome."

"were?" he fakes being taken aback.

"you know what i mean, eiji." your crimson nails come to scrape lightly over his hard chest passively and kirishima grabs your fingers lightly, looking at your nails in the soft glow of the television light. a little smile flashes over his face.

“when’d you get your nails done?”

“today, after my final,” you answer, recalling how you had picked the color, thinking of it as a small, unobtrusive way to show that you were his.

“i like them.” he presses light kisses to the pads of your fingers and your eyes flutter shut, humming at the simple affection.

“it’s a little dumb.” you blush and you feel kirishima’s thumb on your chin, pulling your head down to look at him.

“i don’t think so.” he says with nothing but sincerity in his eyes and if you weren’t already completely smitten beforehand, that was enough to do it.

instead of responding to him verbally, you reach down to kiss him. kirishima’s head is lazily propped up on the back of the couch. his hands tangle in your hair and your lips start to move against him more fervently. the kisses are full of heat and saliva but you’re so entranced by it and the feeling of your chest closely pressed to his that it’s a complete surprise when you feel kirishima’s sharp teeth biting down on your bottom lip. when you open your mouth involuntarily, his tongue slides into your mouth and you revel in the way it makes your stomach knot up nicely.

your hands slide down easily over his torso and through the fabric of his shirt, you can feel his defined abs constricting underneath your touch. you inhale sharply against his mouth and fight the meek feeling that comes over you when eijirou smirks against your lips. he follows your lead and traces a finger down from your jaw to the deep neckline of the dress that you wore. he ran his finger over the length of the seam until he reached one of your shoulders and pulled downwards until the whole expanse of skin was exposed. eijirou cranes his neck forward to place feather light kisses against your skin and your breath hitches in your throat at the contact. he sits back to look at you and your run your fingers through the front of his hair. he doesn't break eye contact with you as he pulls your dress down all the way to your waist, exposing your bra to him. you can't tell if your skin prickles from the cool air or his hungry gaze.

eijirou's warm hands ghost over your shoulders and chest. in the space of a blink, your back is pressed against the couch and he's sliding your dress down your legs and tossing it to the side. he takes a moment to caress up and down your smooth skin and there's no room to be self-conscious under his gaze any longer. he settles down against the cradle of your body, one strong arm holding him up by your head, and then he's lavishing every inch of your skin with searing kisses that you think might mark you for all to see. not that you would mind. as he works, you busy yourself with undoing the buttons of his shirt. it's not a hard task by any means, but it's hard to focus with all the attention that he's giving you. finally, you unbutton enough of his shirt to where your hands are only centimeters away from the top of his slacks and you start tugging to free the fabric tucked into his pants. eijirou adjusts himself to assist you in tugging his shirt off and when he does, your hand brushes only slightly against his length. how hard he is doesn't surprise you, not really, but what does is the amount. your lips part slightly in awe as you rub the flat palm of your hand up and down his cock. his forehead falls against your shoulder. his free hand moves between your two bodies to pull your hand away from him.

"you gotta stop that, baby." he growls against the shell of your ear and then he's nipping at your earlobe.

"why?" you're all innocence, looking at him with wide eyes.

"you're gonna make me cum in my pants." your heart skips a beat at the way he says it and then your eyebrows knit together in concentration as your hand moves down his body again. you hear him suck in a breath as he bites at your skin in warning.

"gonna cum for me so easy, big guy?" you pout your lips at eijirou to mock him, but your insides are all twisted up from the surge of power you feel. you can feel your own arousal starting to stick to your underwear. you hear a strained, impatient growl against your neck once more and then his hands are yanking yours away with force. a giggle bubbles out of your throat and is blotted out quickly by your panties being pushed to the side and his finger coming to circle roughly around your clit. your back arches, pressing you further into his touch, and it's eijirou's turn to chuckle now. with his free hand, he paws at one of your breasts through your bra.

"are we gonna do...this...with jurassic park playing in the background?" you whisper, a little amused and a little breathless, against eijirou's lips.

"it's actually the second one. the dinosaurs are cooler." he grins, showing off his sharp teeth and that's all it takes for you to pull him into a kiss again. jurassic park or not, you needed this man worse than anything. he pulls his hand out of your underwear and admires how your slick catches the light from the screen a few feet away. he sits up, popping his fingers into his mouth and starts unbuttoning his pants. you moan at the sight and scoot up so you're resting against the arm rest of the couch. eijirou removes his fingers from his mouth and stands up. he's dressed only in his boxers now and if you really wanted to, you could drool at the sight of him.

"come on, now." he bends over you, scooping you up with his arms circling around your waist and he pulls upwards. understanding, you wrap your legs around his middle and he bounces your body up against yours to situate you closer to him. he kisses you gently, lips molding to the shape of yours. you lose yourself in the embrace momentarily and wrap your legs tighter around him, intoxicated by the way eijirou's body feels against yours. he pulls back and rests his forehead against yours. both of you breath heavily. he treks around the edge of the couch and into the kitchen and you're leaving butterfly kisses against the planes of his face. abruptly, he stumbles and you clutch onto him harder, eyes shut and ready to feel the both of you crash into the floor, but instead, you just end up pressed roughly into the refrigerator.

"oops." there comes a consoling kiss at your lips. then one against the smooth, sensitive skin of your neck. then one right above where your heart is. one of eijirou's hands is travelling up your back to the clasp of your bra and undoing it. you pull the straps down your arms and toss it away. he bows his head lower and licks along the swell of your breasts until he can pull a nipple into his mouth. he rolls the sensitive skin gently between his teeth and kneads the other one with the pads of his thumb and forefinger. your head lolls back as far as it can. you can feel eijirou's length pressed hard against you as he explores. you roll your hips down into him. his breath stutters against your skin. you feel him moving your panties to the side with the hand currently situated against your ass. you squirm. he peers at you with a dark gaze, too close to your face to be friendly.

"wanna fuck you right here." he begs.

"think of all the sauces that'll give their lives that i might get laid if you break my fridge."

"fine." he huffs patiently. you tighten your hold around him and press a sloppy kiss against his neck as eijirou continues on the pilgrimage to your bedroom.

he tosses you gently onto your bed and you lay on your stomach, pulling him to you with an outstretched hand. no words transpire between the two of you as you tug him close to stand at the foot of your bed. your hands dip into his boxers and the first thing that you feel isn't him, but the heat radiating off of his cock. you swallow thickly and wrap your hand around his length, slowly freeing him from the fabric. precum leaks from the head of his impossibly hard cock. you run the very tip of your finger over his slit and he shudders. you scoot up, bringing your head forward.

“oh fuck, that’s my good girl.” kirishima groans, hand guiding your head when you first try to take him all in your mouth. you’re only about half of the way down his shaft and his cock is already pressing against the back of your throat and you stay there for a second, willing yourself to take more of him. letting out a huff through your nose, you pull off of his shaft with a pop and start giving kitten licks to his head again before sinking your mouth back down again, this time being able to take his dick a little farther before you’re absolutely gagging. eijirou’s grip on your hair tightens and you wrap one of your hands around the base of him and stroke in time with your mouth. your gaze fixates on him from your laid-out position on your bed and you revel in the view of him with his head rolled back and the vein in his jaw twitching. you wiggle your hips side to side subtly and try to gain some relief from the desire that you feel puddling between your legs. you can feel his cock twitching in your mouth. you take him far down your throat again and he whines out, looking back down and meeting your darkened eyes.

"makin' me feel so good, goddamn." eijirou swears and notices you wiggling your hips and bends forward slightly to grab onto the fat of your ass. he palms the flesh there once, twice, before becoming so enthralled with the sight that he loses control of himself and is pressing harder down your throat than you can handle, causing you to choke a bit and startle him back to reality. he pulls back, grinning at you sheepishly, and swats at your asscheek lovingly. you whimper at the barely-there sting. he pulls back from your mouth. you sit up, cross your legs, and almost pout. all you want is skin to skin contact-to have eijirou fill you full. he notices your displeased look and the crease between your brow. it’s hard not to purr at the sight of him standing there, lazily fisting his cock.

“what’s wrong?“ his eyes are barely open and his breathing isn’t even when your hand replaces his, slowly stroking up and down. he’s so thick that your hand can barely wrap around his girth and your mouth waters.

“want you to fuck me now.” you bite down on your bottom lip nervously.

“i was gettin’ there.” he smiles and runs a finger down the side of your face.

“no.” you find your voice and put some backbone into it. “want you to fuck me right now.” eijirou’s eyes widen at the urgency in your tone. “needed it for so long.” you add on almost in a whisper.

“i thought you wanted for us to wait until the semester was over?” he recalls an earlier conversation the two of you had weeks earlier when making out had almost gotten too heavy.

“i did and now it’s over and now i need you, eiji.” you’re almost in tears at the desire and emotions running through you. you looked up into his cherry eyes and saw a lovesick mountain of a man looking back down at you. your hand stilled against his length and came to rest in your lap. you fought the violent urge to run your index finger through the slick pooling between your legs.

"so that's why you're bein' so hard to get along with, huh?" he coos. you feel his sturdy hands pushing you back into the smooth surface of your comforter and eijirou’s body covers your own. he left searing kisses down your jaw and the slight curve of your neck. you wrap your legs around him and play with the stray hairs at the nape of his neck in response. the contact is charged, laced with need and want. you're realizing at that moment that it's not enough. the lingering taste of him on your tongue is enough to motivate you into wiggling out from underneath him. he turns on his side, head coming to rest on his hand and stare at you in amusement. your sudden inability to be satisfied is amusing to him.

you push at his upper body and he follows where you lead him until he's laying flat on his back and staring up at you with lust filled eyes. you swing a leg over his waist so you're straddling him and you roll your slit against his length.

"fuck," you pant out and he grips your hips hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises. eijirou cants his hips up to meet yours. you brace your arms against his chest and arch your back and momentarily chase your own high. you know that he's doing the same exact thing as he works his boxers the rest of the way down his legs. he pulls your torso down until it's flush against his and he has easy access to whisper in your ear.

"you still sure you want it this bad?" you nod against his forehead. he pulls your panties to the side.

eijirou has a hold of your hips as you line him up with your entrance. slowly, you start to lower yourself onto him and you hiss out as his cock journeys through your folds and pushes into you. eijirou cups your face in his hands and pushes your hair out your face. you can feel his breathing growing ragged underneath you. you lower yourself imperceptibly lower onto him. your breath catches in your throat. the stretch is almost too much.

you pause a moment and try to gather yourself. having eijirou filling you this full already felt so good but there was also the pain coupled with it. you try to push through it and manage to work yourself down about halfway before his thumb is circling your clit and his free hand is guiding you up and down. you can't even think, the feeling is so heavy and pervasive, but you're sure that nothing had ever felt as good as this. you tune into eijirou's pants and heavy breathing underneath you. gently, he's rocking his hips up to meet yours and it feels exponentially, if that was even possible, better than what you were doing. your arms turn to jelly and give out and you collapse onto his broad chest.

"wan' you to do it, feels better that way." you mumble into the empty space in the crook of his neck. his arm wrap tighter around your middle and you feel his dick twitch against your fluttering walls. if it feels this good now, you dare not even imagine what cumming feels like with him buried in you.

"gonna make you feel so good, baby." his hand strokes down your neck and he rolls his hips gently but slips further inside of you. you cry out when he hits a spot inside of you that hasn't ever been touched before. you babble out something incoherent and he repeats the action. your crimson fingernails curl violently into his chest and you register his sharp intake of breath but you just don't care as he keeps hitting the same spot inside of you over and over again. you feel like something inside of you is on the verge of breaking.

all you're capable of focusing on is the heavy drag of his cock in and out of your walls as he pounds up into you with little mercy. little white, twinkling spots are coating your vision as you nip harshly at the skin of his neck. abruptly, you're arching your back and calling out eijirou's name as a thick wave of warmth floods over you. his thrusts stutter briefly as you clamp down hard on his cock but then he's drilling into even faster and harder than before and you're only able to screw your eyes shut and babble his name over and over again at the new sensation you're feeling.

it might have been minutes or seconds that passed, but eijirou finally, mercilessly, buries himself to the hilt inside of you and lets out a deep groan. you feel him coating your insides with thick and hot spurts of his cum and you let out a squeak at the feeling. his hips finally still and you both lay there, panting, with eijirou still hard and buried deep in you. he kisses your cheek sweetly and leaves a stripe of sweat on your temple from his forehead.

"wanna do more of that." you have trouble speaking, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth.

"well, lucky for you, we have all summer until you go to grad school."

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sorry if uve gotten this ask before but in ur opinion how do u think shiv’s (and tom’s) ending fits into the general themes/arguments of the show and her characterization? ive seen a lot of split opinions about it

my opinion is that the build-up to shiv's decision in the boardroom was shortchanged in the editing, and the moment is consequently cheapened a bit. but the decision itself is good character writing and shiv and tom's ending is very strong writing in the sense that it accomplishes exactly what the creative team were aiming at. shiv is backed into a corner by the end of this season; in the boardroom, she's finally forced to choose between kendall, who from her perspective has been acting entitled to this position by virtue of birth, and tom, whom she is still married to and has been in a business-romantic relationship with. there are multiple things happening in her head when she finally votes against kendall. the main two imo are reacting against the perception that voting for him would be handing him the power over her that she's always seen as unjust and undeserved, as well as the calculation that kendall has repeatedly used his power to push her out of the highest echelons of the company, whereas with tom she might still have the smallest possible in. so, choosing tom is both shiv trying to stay in the game, and shiv trying to preserve her dignity: for her, nothing would ultimately be more humiliating than admitting defeat against her flop older brother whom she thinks has done nothing to earn this position, not even being a useful suck-up like tom. in the final shot, shiv puts her hand on top of tom's in the car, but doesn't take it: body language that indicates both a partnership and a bit of power-play. she's still in the game, or trying to be.

for tom this is a pretty hollow victory. matsson explicitly plans to use him as essentially a puppet. he also has said that he views waystar as a parts shop, meaning he's going to dismantle much/most of the company, so who even knows how much of an empire tom will still be ruling in 5 years. for matsson, tom is basically just the guy who will be answering to the board for whatever matsson does public-facing. tom has also both ruined and cemented his marriage: shiv has reasons to ally with him (both personal and professional), but will also always see him as the social striver who took over her family's company after she was screwed out of it because of matsson's misogyny.

the show has always been cynical about the possibility of actual structural change. matsson taking over may mean waystar is dismantled, but it also means a consolidation of power for him and gojo. tom getting ceo is basically because he did the best job of sucking up. this is not a show that has ever been interested in radical departure from the status quo; if anything, the underlying philosophy is that very little actually changes because people don't change on a deeper level. those who seek power and wealth will continue to do so, and power and wealth will continue to accrete largely in the hands of those who already have some.

in my communist opinion, what this narrative lacks is the larger frame that is an actually anti-capitalist analysis. to me, what makes it impossible for these people to change or for corporate power to be dismantled is the fact that everything is constrained within a capitalist system, which limits the characters' circumstances and the economic possibilities. this does not mean revolution is impossible; on the contrary, it means revolution is necessary, and is the foundational material change that will allow, among other things, the kind of psychological development that these characters can't access in their (our) universe. i'm not pretending that the show is making this argument explicitly (arguably it does occasionally implicitly), but i also think it has been pretty clearly conveyed since the end of 1x06 that this sort of bleakness is always where the narrative was going to go. there's no escape for these characters as long as capitalism (and resulting patriarchy, ableism, &c) continue to exist; since the writing has never been interested in discussing or exploring those radically alternative possibilities, this ending is tonally exactly what i would expect, and conveys the sense of entrapment that the show has always invoked.

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do you have any permes hcs or fic ideas?

oh anon u have no idea what you've unleashed. the permes fic ideas are all i have some days, alas, im not that accomplished at the whole idea to words transition as i wish i was. i'll go into a few more concrete ones under the read more

Quick note: So like. All the things I plan to write happen when he’s 18+. and there's no sibling or parent incest. (bringing that up cause i got an. interesting dm once.) So this is just a quick disclaimer of sorts. And I’m not hating on anyone who wants to write or read something dark! I mean for instance I have a time travel Percy/Hermes brainworm that is considered dark and probably not what a lot of people want to read, so i'll tag it as such.

The One Where There is a War

Explained a little more in detail here but I have no problem talking a little about it again. It was inspired by this one perpollo fic that I'm still looking for so I can link it, bc trust me, it is GOOD. (edit: FOUND IT!!!! HERE it’s by @ghost-bxrd)The premise of that fic was a war between the gods and demigods, and my fic is meant to draw from that as well as some elements from Lore by Alexandra Bracken. It takes place post-second Giant war, but I'm toying with the idea of having the war and all related events, like gaea's rising, happen when percy is maybe 19-20? I'm not sure yet though. I might keep the timeline as is instead. For now, just know that it is post-second giant war.

Anyways, the premise is the new war the demigods have waged on the gods, when Percy, already a conflicted party to the war, comes across an injured Hermes when he is separated from his group of scouts.

2. Warning: Untitled For Now But It Is The Dark!Hermes One

you ever read child surprise by aphroditesfavorite or the breezeblocks series by violetmoreviolent?

Both are perpollo, and while I've not caught up to child surprise (i'm two chapters in, its been in my marked for later for a while, and ive had the tab open for ages, i just keep getting distracted lol) i know that it does deal with a time-travel trope, with percy, post-second giant and titan wars, waking up in the past, the day athena and poseidon compete over athens.

from what i hear, where child surprise is perpollo, there is a dark, forcecful hermes scene, which is absolutely not meant to be shippy btw! i heard from a friend who has gotten farther than me that the aphroditesfavorite has also stated that the shippy comments received about that hermes scene has made them uncomfortable so like, dont go reading it for that guys please.

breezeblocks meanwhile has a take on dark!apollo, a more ancient apollo, in a way. an apollo that you remember IS an olympian and all that may entail. i actually have caught up with the latest updates, and it takes place in the present. i dont want to go spoiling, but I will say that like, the way its all unraveling and unfolding is just so interesting, im high key invested.

@ashilrak and @mrthology have also written an absolutely heartbreaking, gutwrenching, exceptionally glorious banger of a fic, HAUNT ME, THEN- that also really captures the otherness and ancient, almost older, aspect of the olympians.

anyways, the reason i bring these fics up is because i just really love the idea that percy was born from the sea, while also acknowledging that one of my favorite parts of the whole book series in the first place is percy's connection to mortality and to his mother. reading child surprise really was root of a lot of ideas of percy emerging from the saltwater fountain in athens at the time of poseidon and athena's competition, with the idea that the trip to the past coincides with unwanted percy's ascension. it is not the birth of percy jackson the demigod, but in half, percy jackson the deity (the other half near coming to fruition in tartarus before he forced himself to stop.)

all that^ was just a very long way to say, this fic, im not sure WHAT it is yet, or where the direction its going in is, but we have established permes in the modern era, the time slipping happens when percy is struggling with keeping his impending ascension at bay, and then percy deals with a hermes at his like. prime? if thats the word. having to reconcile that with the softer versions they know later.

3. The One I've Been Struggling With

i'm just gonna copy/paste some stuff from my outline, like just the first two pages. this is the most concrete fic wip i have lmao. its all very rambly bc thats how the process goes for me so sorry abt that! anyways, starts below:-

an au that is not modern times, but perhaps in the past? Ancient Greek times? So more “ancient greek minded hermes.” Or if you think there is a better alternative, that would work too, I’m all ears. Trickster god Hermes (which he is) and minor immortal(?) Percy.

i dont know what percy's situation is yet. need to figure that out

i was looking at a comic and thought, trickster god Hermes would definitely pull something like this on Percy. And then I thought, what if, trickster god Hermes, sees this one man (Percy) and falls in love with him. But this man seems to pine for a woman who doesn’t love him back, and so Hermes takes her shape. (I don’t know who this woman would be. Annabeth? It could be her, but I also love the bond Percy and Annabath have in general, she and him are incredible friends. Rachel? I loved her friendship with Percy too.)

Anyways, Hermes taking their shape made me laugh a bit because wow Percy is getting catfished by a god. And then I was like WHAT IF- Percy himself is a minor immortal like. A young nymph-ish type. A prince of Atlantis? A demigod turned prince of Atlantis? I am not sure what he is, but, I am going to use nymph as a placeholder until I figure this out.

So sure, Percy is immortal, newly or otherwise, but he’s young and still not fully like, aware (I don’t know if that's the right word) about what it means to be immortal because he literally was born 20 years ago, which is normal mortal young man age. And Percy is like, “I’m as old as them and I want to live as them. I was them.”

His father is protective of course, he is aware of the way of the gods and how they chase pretty people. Poseidon warned him about gods, how they come and go, how he should never fall for one because loving one usually ends in tragedy or heartbreak- that to them hearts are easily won by tricks and discarded as easily. (Thinking again: mortal Percy turned immortal by marrying/mating with Hermes? Except, then I thought, Poseidon wants Percy to be immortal–if he thought Hermes showing interest and Percy reciprocating would allow for Percy to choose to be immortal he would probably begrudgingly allow it. So then….immortal Percy? Need to think)

The big Hermes reveal is when Percy is attacked or injured, or some other god shows up, and Hermes saves him but reveals his true form in the process.

BACK TO THE PLOT!!!

Hermes was like, I will have this nymph, and that is FINAL. And Percy is kind even though he is not necessarily always NICE, (it may be ancient greek but new yorker percy is timeless) he's sweet and cares so much. he’s a hero and so loyal. he's brave and mischievous and genuinely good, and Hermes is just. Blown away, by the way Percy loves, so deep and it consumes you, to be the one Percy cares for, Hermes thinks there is no feeling like it.

Hermes tells himself that Percy can't possibly be deserving of mortal love. So what if golden haired Annabeth (placeholder for now, still dont know if we're going the annabeth route?) is a warrior who can run like the deer and loves the very woods Percy does. No, he needs a god's adoration, a force to be reckoned with at his beck and call to fulfill his every whim the way Percy himself makes others feel. If people would be loved the way Percy loves, everyone would be a god.

I am laughing at Hermes taking the shape of Annabeth while talking to Percy, but also using the moment to talk up Hermes. Like if Percy is in his starry eyed about Annabeth phase, Annabeth wanting to have a sit down would be so exciting for him, and Hermes as Annabeth would be petty enough to be like lemme proselytize about myself, “have you heard of the great wonderful god Hermes?”

Percy being like, “Yeah my dad tells me every day, stay away from these people and then gives me a list of gods, why?”

Hermes immediately pissy

Percy is still talking, “so yeah Hermes is on the list too- why, Annabeth? Did something happen? you look...not well. Are you sick?”

Hermes, through gritted teeth, “with all due respect to... your father, I think you should hear about the god Hermes because he's not... whatever it is your dad said.”

Percy: Well, apparently the god Hermes fixates on pretty people and tries to get into their pants using trickery.

Hermes as Annabeth: CHOKES

Hermes-Annabeth: THAT IS SUCH SLANDER. I have never.... ahem, i have never heard of that about the god Hermes

^That was the first two pages. there's 11 more of me realizing writing is hard and i have commitment issues. but hopefully i finish at some point bc this is the fic ive poured some serious time in!

anyways, that was the three main fic ideas ive been tackling. i have had more that i immediately forget about, but just know, i can think about them all day!

#hermes #hermes pjo #percy jackson #permes #hermes x percy jackson #percy x hermes #percy jackson pjo #answered asks

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act iii: final notes

edit: 4/9/2024: added some more stuff!!! i'll put this emoji 🫧 next to the new things so u know where to scroll.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH I FINISHED MY FIRST FULL LENGTH FIC HOLD ON LEMME JUST THROW UP IN THE CORNER REAL QUICK

i am sooooooo normal rn anyways let's get into it thank u for having me on the show, mr. kimmel. i've had a raging headache all day so the content underneath each sections will be kinda short. i'll go through and add more to it once i recover but i wanted to get this up before the week got too busy!

krolia

guys…. im so sorry for the angst….. it was necessary for the plot…….

maybe it’s just me projecting but in the actual show, i kind of wish we had seen more of the emotional fallout that occurred after krolia revealed that she was keith’s mom. because let’s be real here, there’s no way that keith’s traumatized ass would just willingly accept her back into his life. he’d have questions. he’d be in disbelief. it’s hard for him to open up to others and he carries a lot of hurt from being abandoned.

it was crucial in the course of this fic to have that confrontation between krolia and keith. it's not always going to be rainbows and sunshine, and even though they both missed each other deeply, you don't just automatically connect and forget everything that's happened. even if keith hadn't gone into the foster system, he definitely would have carried a lot of anger and hurt towards krolia when she shows back up. i'm sure that things won't just be smooth sailing and they'll need to hash things out multiple times as they rebuild their relationship but that first fight was a big hurdle to get over.

if you’re curious, i have a whooollleeee backstory for what happened with krolia and why she couldn’t get back to her kid. i couldn’t really fit it into the fic but i’ll put it right here for those who are interested:

2000: krolia in the US on student visa, first year of of PhD program

krolia meets heath and they fall in love

2003: krolia gives birth to keith

2008: krolia finishes grad school/PhD program/doctoral degree and applies for a work visa

2009: she and heath and baby keith are living their life but krolia’s parents find out and are like girl you need to come home NOW or we will disown you

krolia’s family are really wealthy and powerful

krolia: i’ll come back for you guys idk how but i will

krolia goes back to the states

2009-2011: she and heath write letters but then the letters start getting intercepted by the family and eventually peters out

krolia in arranged marriage and thinks her partner forgot about her or didn’t care

meanwhile heath doesn’t know what happened to krolia but can’t do anything about it bc she’s in a diff country and he doesn’t speak korean

2011: heath and keith move to texas for job or whatever

heath tells keith all about krolia and how she loves him but can’t be there and obvi that fucks keith up bc he misses his mom but where tf is she? how does he know she loves him if she’s not even there? he's a little kid

2013: heath dies and keith is put into the system

heath has no other family members

krolia put her english name on the birth certificate and so ofc she doesn’t exist in the US

texas social services try to reach out to krolia along with some friends but letters are intercepted

2016: someone reaches out to krolia after she finally gets facebook

friend: thinking of you. miss you. so sorry about heath

krolia: …. what the fuck about heath?

friend: uhhhhhhhh

krolia goes on rampage to her family like wtf u mean u didn’t tell me that the father of my child is dead

cousin shows up with the intercepted letters (official notice from social services, heath’s letters and pictures, keith’s little notes and drawings)

krolia starts the process of legally and financially emancipating herself from her family (she basically was Britney’d)

2017/2018: finally is free and able to get a job in the states

starts tracking down heath (they only had a forwarding address for krolia so they’re like wtf who is this bih)

at this point, keith has already met the shiroganes and changed his name

krolia is in a different state and can only do so much

spends the next few years trying to find him, hires P.I., again keep running into blocks bc social workers and case managers are NOT going to budge on giving up keith's personal information

2023, winter break: krolia reaches out to keith through facebook but it goes into his spam since they’re not facebook friends

allura

what better allegory for sacrificing yourself to save the universe is there than graduating college? in all fairness, i felt like sticking to the notion of allura saying goodbye and leaving the group had its merit, just y’know, i wanted to take a step down from the whole dying thing. i tried to pay homage to the canon material as much as possible while also providing my own spin on things.

one thing that’s been important to me is depicting allura as a college student. sure, while i think most iterations of allura as a kind and a great leader and intelligent are great, even in modern au fics, i just wish there had been a bit more... silliness? outside of her being like the girlboss, the hell yeah supporting character or love interest or bone-tired leader, i always wonder what she would have been like if she hadn't had to save the universe and was just trying to heal on her own terms. yeah, i nerfed her parents in this universe but i tried to showcase her doing normal college things as well, like presenting at research conferences, getting a bit messy drunk, having pizza nights and group hang outs. the funny thing about grief is that life does not stop for it, so you have to just figure things out along the way.

i also didn't want to elaborate too much on her relationship with lotor. she didn't magically heal from that one conversation with lance in chapter 8 but i wanted the readers to get a taste of what was going on in her head through their dialogue. plus, it was a little moment to show how she was allowing herself to open up to other people like lance. no one woman is an island, no matter how much of a bad b!tch you are.

🫧 also, i wanted to include it somewhere but basically, keith knew allura and romelle were hooking up since chapter 14! keith caught romelle sneaking out of allura's room early one morning and he just kept it to himself because snitches get stitches.

pidge

they are so precious to me. they're an amalgamation of 2 of my closest friends, and well, me.

i always knew that pidge was going to be a super important piece in klance development. while lance and keith are great friends, i think pidge played a crucial role in bridging them together in the beginning, before the two of them had cleared up their misunderstandings and made that truce. sure, allura asked them to be on the paintball team but pidge really forced the two of them into close quarters. lance might have extended the offer to keith to hand out without pidge or he might not have. honestly, i'm not really sure. but pidge inviting keith to hang out in chapter 4 was a quiet but big moment because both keith and lance are friends with pidge and will set aside their differences long enough to tolerate each other's presence in a shared space. pidge just has #babyofthefriendgroup privileges.

🫧 i honestly think that after the main two, pidge has undergone the most growth (physically and emotionally) throughout the fic, even though they're a supporting character. we can all benefit from community and friendship but i think pidge needed it a little bit more.

🫧 i partially wrote pidge to represent my younger self, especially when i first attended college. i was scared and alone and i had never been away from home and it was a struggle to form new relationships (and figure out my gender identity. mannnnnn fuck that). it was nice to see pidge find their place and niche among the greater social fabric of college, kind of like comforting my younger self for all the loneliness and uncertainty i endured.

hunk

i love hunk so dearly. ngl, i wanted him to have a bigger arc than he did but hopefully i did a decent job at making feel more well-rounded as a supporting character. i decided to actually kind of lean into this distance in the later chapters as well, esp from lance's pov, as they both got busier. at the end of the day, though, i knew that those two would come back together. hunk is a kind and sympathetic friend and his and lance's friendship will persevere because they're good communicators. their little talk in chapter 17 was me talking to myself and to anyone else who has went through a similar thing where they find themselves drifting a little farther from a friend.

people get busy and that's okay! there will be ebbs and flows in every relationship. even though shared history is a crucial part of a friendship but it can't be the only thing that will keep it going. you need to nurture it and tend to it in order for it to keep it alive and flourishing. hunk understands this and he and lance will be just fine after their talk. hunk is probably the most emotionally intelligent person after adam in the group, and i'm glad he was there to help both lance and keith out when they needed it.

adam

this man!!!!! got i have gotten so fucking attached to adam throughout this fic. he is so dear to me. i know in chapter 10 i wrote from adam's pov and he's a goofy guy in his twenties who's just trying to be a good dad friend but somehow he ended up being a voice of reason and comfort for klance in this fic. lance misses his family a lot and i think adam can not only relate to lance with the homesickness but also lance has started to rely on him a bit like he would with his siblings.

i wanted to try my own spin on adam and keith's relationship. i've seen fics where adam and keith hate each other, don't interact much, or adam takes on a parenting role towards keith as a kid. i wanted to look at keith and adam in the context of two people who both love shiro and then grow to be good friends/surrogate brother-in-law? idk. long story short, adam is very emotionally intelligent and i think he genuinely wanted to get to know keith outside of his connection with shiro and was patient enough to coax keith out of his shell. i tried to write in small ways adam takes care of keith like giving him LactoJoys because Keith likes the taste better than Lactaids, being there for him for his panic attack, adding food to his plate. things that won't draw too much attention, because we all know how keith is about receiving acts of kindness.

i mentioned this in a comment under one of the chapters but all of the advice adam gives keith is either advice i personally received myself or something i wish i could tell my younger self. i hope those words bring you comfort as well!

shiro

i had a lot more planned for shiro but goddammit i had no fucking time or space at this panned out. it's more so klance's story than shiro's.

look, there's a small moment in chapter 18 where shiro is very pleased (and a little surprised) that keith has talked about him with krolia. it has less to do with his faith in keith and more with how he sees himself. shiro has already acknowledged that he has heavy imposter syndrome and deals with his own struggles with self image. it's just always a jolt to your system when someone (could be your own family or your partner of years) validates your relationship.

shiro loves keith very much and just wants to be the best big brother. he has such eldest child syndrome, where he tries to pretend that everything is fine even though things are actually crumbling around him. the thing is, though, you can't build intimacy— real, lasting intimacy and depth in a relationship— without being vulnerable. shiro understands that even though he wants keith to work on opening up, he has to do the same and reciprocate the actions, or else neither of them will really get anywhere and be stuck in that loop of "are you mad at me/i feel like you're hiding something from me/i don't really know who you are."

i tried writing a bit from shiro's pov but i quickly realized that that would drastically change the tone of the fic so i had to scrap it. i might post a little oneshot in the distant future with adashi, though.

keith

🫧 i've talked about this before but although i think keith grew the most as a character in the canon show, that shit was WAY too fast and off-screen. also, i know that the whole found family trope is what drew a lot of fans to voltron in the first place (like me) but is the found family in the room with us rn? i felt like they all started to fall apart or at least weren't as close as the show wanted us to believe. it felt a lot like telling with no showing. other than some occasional moments in the show, the whole #teamasfamily felt hollow.

🫧 i wanted to build on this potential found family for keith's character. he's never had a support system before and he's used to pushing people away but now he has a whole ass friend group that's ready to fight for him if he gives the word.

🫧 initially, when i was writing keith's pov and trying to get a feel for his voice and tone, i struggled a bit. keith is one of those characters that i liked and sympathized with, but getting into his head was a whole different story. i'm more of a lance kinnie but once i got the hand of keith's voice, it was a lot easier. some of my best pieces of writing are from keith's pov! i tried to be as cognizant of keith's development as much as possible as i wrote (think me having various checkpoints for his journey whereas with lance i could just coast on vibes), and i'm pleased with how far he's come.

🫧 although both keith and lance's progress can showcased through their consciousness and thoughts (like duh ur reading from their povs), i leaned into keith's behavior as a way to portray his progress a bit more than lance. things like him being more open to physical affection, not sitting on the outskirts of group dynamics and sticking to shiro, and allowing himself to collect things, which by the way:

🫧 i like the idea of keith's room, once being so empty and ghost-like, is now full of stuff, mementos of his relationships that he's built. i tried to sprinkle in some relics from past chapters (paintball flag, polaroids, ticket stubs), as well add some new tidbits, like shiro giving him a cacti and that korean cookbook!

proud of u, keith bby <3

lance and marco

no i did not just torture lance for the sake of torturing him i would never do that to my boy.

i know this is a fanfiction, but from the start, i wanted to ground this fic in reality and breathe some life into it. lance's little arc with his brother having a substance abuse problem was loosely inspired by events in my personal life.

🫧 i'm not saying that everyone goes through something as drastic as a loved one going to rehab, but as young adults, when we leave home for uni, jobs, other opportunities, etc, there's this worry that something bad will happen while we're away. and often times it does. someone gets sick, a beloved pet passes away, it's all bound to happen. your childhood becomes a thing of the past, and things that you thought would stay the same just won't.

i projected a lot of my feelings onto lance ngl, and writing him work through his own grief and guilt over not being able to be with his family when they're going through a crisis helped me process a little bit more.

although lance had a happier ending than a lot of families might get in reality, i still wanted to show lance having a support system at college and realizing that he has a second family to lean on, and people who love and support him. he doesn't have to pretend to be okay for anyone and that's okay.

black paladin lance or as close to it as i could get

it was so important for me to make lance the new captain of their paintball team, as a stand-in for the black paladin arc he could have had in the show. he’s always been a selfless guy who puts others first and really pulls up when he needs to. he deserves to be recognized for that. not only did every single one of his friends validate him, but the person he looks up to the most literally endorsed him. lance struggles with his inferiority complex and the election scene was a little feel good moment for me, personally, so that he could receive the acknowledgement he deserves, especially with his growth. he's gonna be an awesome team captain (he'll be shuffling down to shiro's room at 2am covered in hickeys and talking about paintball strategies).

wrapping up loose ends

i tried to wrap up as many loose ends as possible and give all the characters a proper send-off. originally i wanted lance and hunk to also move into the house in castle street, like repurpose the basement or something but i realized that that just wasn’t possible because most college basements don’t even have heating or like,,,, a livable arrangement.

ultimately, i think it makes sense for pidge to be the one to take up allura’s room at the house. pidge has lived a single during the academic year but they also had lance and hunk right fifty feet away so it’s not like they REALLY lived alone that year. there was also the logistics of the house having a vacant room, and as much as i would have loved to have all of voltron under the same roof (hunk and pidge sharing a room, keith and lance sharing a room), i think they would kill each other. pidge filling in the gap felt like the right move. and lance and hunk are gonna be over a lot anyways, so it’s not like much has changed in the trio's group dynamic.

🫧 what was your favorite chapter to write?

i think i have different chapters in mind for different reasons, even if it's a copout answer. here are the chapters that are dearest to me:

chapter 4: recalibration this is the chapter where i really got to play around with character interactions. keith and lance's worlds were beginning to integrate in chapter 3 but in this chapter, i got to explore different friendships, like keith & pidge and lance & hunk, and the dynamics they entailed. you can see how important these friendships are to both lance and keith, and how their connection with others eventually helps them to reflect on their previous feelings toward each other, like "hmm maybe i've been too harsh with the other."

chapter 10: let's go to the beach the group dynamics were so solidified to this point, and it was so fun to write. i loved writing from adam's pov and being able to zoom out and showcase klance's relationship progression.

the winter break interludes i waxed poetic about these in a previous faq but to reiterate: i'm really pleased with the way each individual chapter turned out. i love a good character study, and it was a great challenge to my writing and characterization to dig deeper into their home lives and see how the past confronted the present, where their respective childhoods were brought into the light, and how long-held notions of belonging, home, and identity were challenged and remolded.

chapter 17: warm and light my beta reader drunkenguac said that this was some of my best writing and i've been coasting off of that validation for the past 4 months. keith's reunion with his mother was especially cathartic for me. as an adoptee, writing this chapter honestly helped me work through some of my feelings about my adoption as i pictured what it would look like if i was ever reunited with my birth mother. i'm very fortunate that i didn't have to go through the same experiences keith did, but i tried to imbue as much humanness as possible into his section.

chapter 18: moving on it just felt like a proper send-off, the one that we never got from s8 of voltron. i wanted the last chapter to basically have this vibe of "hey, things won't be the same but it's going to be okay because we have each other." when shiro tells matt in the end, "we'll still be here," that's me as the author, telling you, the reader, that this fic will still be here whenever you want to revisit it. it was a comfort to write and i've heard that it's a comfort to read, which is so so so gratifying. when i set out to write this fic in august of 2023, i didn't have any plans of grandeur or even expect like more than 100 people read it— it was just a passion project that i decided to share, and i'm glad that others have sought safety in it. outside of fandom, this fic is a love letter to my own college experience. i remember reading a college au fic when i was still in high school and lonely and closeted and repressed and wondering if i would ever be able to get out of my hometown and find a community as tightly-knit as the fic portrayed it. in a way, i got to reflect on my college experience by writing looking out for you. i find solace in this fic when i read back over it, and i can see aspects of my adventures throughout my freshman and sophomore and junior and senior years, waving from behind a thinly veiled curtain.

anyways that's me rambling for now! thank you again to everyone who has tuned into looking out for you. this is the first piece of creative writing i've done in a long time, and i never expected to actually finish it. i'm so happy with the way it turned out and the love it's received. until next time!

#ao3 fanfic #voltron legendary defender #klance #college au #lance mcclain #keith kogane #takashi shirogane #adam voltron #hunk garrett #pidge holt #allura vld #graduation #faq #character study #relationship #connection #fuck s8 let's talk about the REAL ending of voltron #allura does not die #character development

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omg thank u for introducing me to the term kuleshov effect, that is my favorite aspect of fan edits it makes me go insane

it's so fucking cool, i was actually gonna make a video essay for a final project (before i realized that i don't know how to use a video editor + other problems befouled me) comparing two movies illustrating the connections and the contrasts i was making using the kuleshov effect, which would have pretty much just straightup been an amv using songs from one of the movies.

it's part of why a good gifset is one of my favorite kinds of fandom meta - clips from x episode paired with clips from y later episode, etc - like !!!!! you're making a connection and holding it up for me to look at directly so i can then make that connection myself purely through the juxtaposition!!!!!!!! that's so cool!!!!!!!!

like, look at this

you see what i'm saying??? the meaning comes from the interraction of the paired gifs/lines

or this one

which does like, angle or lighting comparison in addition to the contrast in emotion - shot comparison! match shots! et cetera!

like, the meaning here isn't coming from the caption, i don't see that until later, it's coming from seeing these visuals & dialogue juxtaposed and interpreting something from the decision to pair them. that's video essay

but like to get back to videos and amvs and the kuleshov effect and soviet montage in general - look at this supernatural amv. i've never seen supernatural but this is one of my favorite songs by the mountain goats, and there are lines in it that were put in a completely new perspective for me by watching this amv and seeing what shots the editor put under which lines

soviet montage is a style that developed pretty much in direct response to western/hollywood continuity editing, and specifically in response to the film birth of a nation, which was interesting to the soviet filmmakers in the way that they saw the style of filmmaking aided the film in selling the story of the KKK to the american audience

continuity editing stylistically wants to be noticed as little as possible, and guide you along the viewing of the movie, blurring the lines between your reality and the reality of the film (the idea of the suspension of disbelief) through things that mimic the real life experience of moving throug the world - shot-to-shot things like showing the exterior of the building and then the interior, keeping the camera within the same 180 degrees in a single scene so the people you're filming aren't suddenly on different sides of the camera (the viewer); and scene-to-scene things like having events occur chronologically (and if not, having a clear indication of flashback or flash forward as per filmmaking convention)

the soviet filmmakers saw this as like, some capitalist propaganda bullshit because it encouraged you to take in these ideas without necessarily thinking or critically examining them, and so it was very easy to make the KKK the heroes by just building a triumphant narrative around them, and how that narrative is shown to the viewer depends on how it's edited

and so montage editing, which is rising out of the same school of filmmaking as the kuleshov effect, is in direct response to that, to try and find a style of editing that makes the viewer pay attention to the techniques and to the fact that they're watching a film, keeps their brain engaged, and has them draw their own conclusions from what they're shown rather than being gently handed the conclusions by the film. so it's a style that is built on inviting thought and critique, and therefore a pretty natural style for expressing audiovisual critique and analysis

(amvs also have their roots in this style bc soviet filmmakers were often working with recutting american films rather than filming their own due to lack of funds for purchasing film. which is pretty cool)

if you wanna check out a cool classic example of soviet montage editing, vertov's man with a movie camera (1hr) is really fun, kind of a "day in the life" but also a display of different effects you can get by using a film camera in different ways, bit of stop motion, etc

(vertov is also a really interesting, he coined the idea of kino-eye, which is about the way that the camera looks at the world and how that's different from how a human eye looks at the world, and also, the way the world reacts or changes in response to being looked at by the camera. which is Pretty Relevant Right Now I'd Say! glares at tiktok. glares at surveilence state. anyway you might wanna check that out too it's a bit tangental to the topic but still relevant in terms of the idea of film as unique medium which can be used to express ideas differently than the written word)

#asks #film #soviet montage editing #kuleshov effect #vertov #amvs #amv #half of this is what i remember from a lecture in my film class so don't like quote me but also do know that i have a pretty good memory

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R U Next? An outsider’s comment

Disclaimer: I’m not one of those people to carve out a time slot to watch the birth of a Kpop group. Usually, as in according to what happened over the past three weeks, I watch the performances first (which is what I’m here for) and if it interests me, I go watch the episode from somewhere in the internet (again, for the moment the show hasn’t bored me as of yet.) And all the comments that I make and will make are based on thee procedures of mine. Thank you.

Anyways, R U Next? Or RUN is a survival show that was created by Belift Lab(I think), which is a part of Hybe Labels aka BTS’s record label. This group is meant to be the sister group and juniors of Belift’s ENHYPEN, also a group formed through a survival show.

Anyways, right off the bat, there are SO MANY issues with this show, like a literal TWELVE year old contestant, alleged favoritism, claims of evil editing, and then Iris and her issues that literally prompted this rant.

So, let’s just untangle this thing one at a time, and start with Iris, because I have a lot to say.

Iris is a foreign trainee who joined the competition lineup just weeks before it started (her rank in ep1 was 00 along with another trainee, as she was not present at the time of the monthly evaluation). She is undoubtedly a very talented individual, competent in the genre of Latin dance, which was shown in ep1.

With this background, it is only natural that Iris has problems keeping up with the other trainees. I don’t have a problem with that. But I do have a problem with her attitude when it comes to this problem. Like, does she even realize that she is wasting precious time with her mood swings and - I have no other words to describe this - tantrums? Girl, you could’ve used that time to practice and get better. I mean, you can only master an art with hard work and commitment; talent doesn’t just appear at once like magic and stays with you for the rest of your life!

Please don’t misunderstand my words, I don’t intend on spreading hate. But watching her give up literally every handful of seconds makes me so damn frustrated. Imagine you are a rejected applicant, or a previously eliminated trainee watching this at home, and basically thinking that this was their lost chance, or that they could’ve done better with the same situation.

At the same time, I feel bad for her. But that doesn’t mean that the entire universe - her teammates, the mentors and judges, fans and even her seniors - have to sit there and wait until she gets herself together. I get that she’s so far away from home, and probably is scared and lonely in that country, but it’s not like she can run back home every time she hits bottom. But I feel like she lets her anxiety get the best of her and then leeches off the success of her teammates (it might be harsh, and maybe she’s just being evil edited to look like that), but it’s absolutely clear that she’s not ready to be there. It doesn’t mean she should give up, but she should take it slow (we all should, not every human being is extraordinary enough to run at that fast pace all at once), maybe away from cameras, if it adds to the stress (it would, IMO).

Sigh.

Anyways, does anyone know if these companies have counseling facilities for trainees? Like, it’s a necessity, and with the stress of being in a survival show, I think it should be a part of mentoring itself, like having someone - preferably an idol that had gone through survival shows - to talk to. I would really appreciate it if companies also watch out for their mental health. These are kids, remember.

Ok, now I’m tired. I think I’ll stop here, but do tell me what you think of this poor girl’s situation. What will you propose as a solution.

#r u next?#hybe labels #survival show #r u next iris #Iris #kpop #new girl group #belift #r u next trainees

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shiny-jr · 1 year

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you what's up how's it going? all I wanted to do is drop here to tell you youre one of my biggest inspirations. I've been following u on q since the first few days of a soldier's daughter and I follow your fics and test content religiously. I gave up on my dream of becoming a writer but I want you to know you're the one who inspired/birthed that impossibility. thank u sm. thank you. for letting younger me have aspirations and hopes and giving them a reason to go on and get me to where i am rn. mwah

I WISH I RESPONDED TO THIS EARLIER. I just got so busy, I'm back to Studious Shiny, I'm sorry. Trying to respond to as many asks as possible before the melatonin gummies hit. I'm super flattered? Like I can't even put into words?? Also you just hit me with a flashback. Do you know how young I was when I wrote A Soldier's Daughter? I remember vividly, seating in the backseat of a truck as my parents picked me up from school and the first thing I would do was whip out my phone to start writing and editing. Holy shit. I was in middle school. I've already graduated high school. ASD came out in 2018. If you were there in the early days, that means you've been reading my work for five years. Five.

I'm really sorry that the dream of being a writer didn't work out, but I'm still honored that I could help ignite that spark within you. Even if it's but a small flame now, I hope that if you do enjoy writing, that maybe you may still kindle that tiny fire and take it up as a little hobby for yourself to enjoy. If not is fine as well, whatever makes you happiest. I hope that now, maybe my silly little words can still somehow amuse you. For now though, I wish you the best, anon, and thank you for following me for so long and sharing this message with me.

#shiny speaks

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Ok yongie I did my homework!

* Sun: Soobin - why you guys are enemies?

Soobin THOUGHT he was the king of girl group random dance plays, but not on my guard honey… His ego didn’t recover after being out danced during Likey 😔🫰🏼 would be awesome if this turned into enemies to friends though bc I like him a lot and we could have fun together 🥺

* Moon: Jungkook - how did you react to the confession?

Oh he’s SO not my type I’m sorry 😭😭😭 I ain’t got time or energy to raise men I didn’t give birth to… As a fellow Virgo sun & Leo moon, I know we can be such a pain in the ass if underdeveloped 🙏🏼 But it was a gentle rejection I swear… wouldn’t want to hurt him 🥺 Maybe try again in a few years when he’s worked through his trauma?

* Mercury: Taehyun - what you gossip about ?

With Taehuyn??? Man, tea is served piping hot EVERY👏🏼SINGLE👏🏼DAY👏🏼, with pastries on the side… But not because we’re mean, I just think we both share a certain “human beings as interesting study subjects” perspective and would have fun analyzing the psychology behind each cup of tea… Also I think we’d both enjoy gossip for the sake of *knowing more* because knowledge is power and in this industry you need as much of that as you can lmao 👁️

* Venus: Xiumin - how's your relationship going ?

Ok so I literally looked up edits of him and asked my exol friend about Xiumin, and I liked him a lot??? He seems to be the cutie type and his goofy ass is SO my type 😂😂😂 Is this a new bias??? Who knows… 🙈 Anyways, according to his birth chart, he has his Venus and mars in my 11H and his Jupiter in my 4H, so I think there’s the potential to actually have a lot of fun? However our placements are LITERALLY on opposite sides of the chart, so maybe we’d grow apart due to different life perspectives and approaches? Definitely would try to keep him as a friend though, he just seems so funny and I need more of that in my life 🥺

* Mars: Jihoon - why was it your best one night stand?

Ok I also looked this boy up and you know what? I can see the vision 👀 I have such a soft spot for Cancer moon boys, because I have Cancer on my 4H, and his mars is on my 1H… so I think there would be this “softness” I most definitely need if I’m to get busy with someone, but also a good amount of attraction at first sight… he has a stellium on my 12H so I think he might ghost me later?? 8/10 would do it again if he doesn’t disappear from my life forever.

I’m an Aries Rising 💃

The way he roll his eyes every time u get on stage EVERYONE KNOWS IT !

Uhhh I don’t think he was very happy to be rejected but it happens

No but your chats with Taehyun must be extremely interesting to listen to !!!

Nooo the most cute romance 🥹 even if you guys get apart the fact u can still be friends is amazing

He definitely ghosts you after your one night stand xD but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t gooooood

You will marry Soobin !!! Enemies to lovers trope and one day I guys just have to dance together and bam.. it happens

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diaspora is survival : let the dystopian morning light pour in

this is an edited version of an autobiographical essay i submitted for my pan-african geography class where the prompt was

"Using the excerpt from Stokely Carmichael’s Ready for the Revolution as a model, write a short autobiographical essay describing your own experience of “diaspora as survival.” How, in other words, did you end up here in Vancouver and at UBC? While you should describe as much as possible the migrations of your own family, you should also try to include references to those important historical markers of labor, history, race, colonialism, migration, and gender that are referenced by Carmichael." the purpose of me publishing this essay on tumblr is so i can cite it for another class, michael if ur reading this i hope u enjoy it !! i omitted some details i wasn't comfortable posting on the internet (aka not doxxing myself). also if the capitalization seems funky, it's intentional !!

I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am, also, much more than that. So are we all.

[Notes of a Native Son – James Baldwin]

I’ve always been a bit of historian, how could I not when my own history, my own stories, have been hidden from me. To be Indigenous in a country that treats my people as a history, as no longer present, means being a historian of my own culture is a form of resistance. It doesn’t fit with the settler colonial canadian logic for my people to have a history or culture. Everyday I resist this occupation by remembering, by recreating, and continuing anishinaabek ways of living. And if Audre Lorde says, “the personal is political”, then much of what I write (both for academic purposes but also creative projects) will involve the politics of being a disabled Afro-Indigenous queer/two-spirit person living in an occupied state. Simply put, I write as a Nakawe, a citizen of Tootinaowaziibeeng, in Musqueam territory. I write from the belly of the beast and it can hard to avoid the drops of acid on these pages.

How do you know your history? I’m not saying “ask your mom to cite her sources” but how do you know if what you’ve been told about yourself, your family, community, etc is true? I don’t believe one’s truth and what is fact are the same, at least I haven’t lived a life like that. Thus I’ll start where life starts, with the one who brought me into this world. I was born in oskana kâ-asastêki to my two adoptive parents and my biological mother tracy-lynn. I was adopted at birth, many who aren't familiar with the foster care system (the modern way canada monitors Indigenous children’s whereabouts, since the final residential school closed in 1996) would think that being adopted at birth was a good thing, I don't know if it was. You're likely wondering where my biological dad is… well that makes two of us. During conversations with her social worker she admitted to not knowing the father and regularly having casual sex with men of different ethnic origins, naming white, Indigenous, Black, and Filipino. Thus my adoptive parents (Tracey and Arlon), assumed I was Filipino based on my looks. Although strangers did occasionally throw Black microaggressions towards me, older white women wanted to touch my black curls and I was a girl who wanted to be ‘polite’.

For the first 18 years of my life, it was my truth that I was Filipino. The guilt of my lack of connection from my Filipino friends eventually brought me to study the language as a teenager. Wanting to know what region of the Philippines my father was from lead me to doing a DNA test around age 18. Discovering the truth, for a short period of time, resulted in a what felt like a cultural crisis. I finally felt comfortable in one of my ethnic backgrounds (comfortable enough to get a tattoo of the Philippines flag within a knife, image above) so realizing the rarity of situations like this and not being able to find help online terrified me. After learning basic Tagalog, growing up with Filipino friends, and even embarking on a double major of History and Asian Studies, I had found myself in a very strange circumstance. You can find thousands of articles giving advice on how to come out as gay or transgender (as I had done so at 11 and 12 myself), but nobody really comes out as African. Honestly, I was scared that people would think of me as a liar or fraud. Like the pretendian equivalent of being Black. If the truth came to light, people would think I was intentionally lying about my race. At the same time, I was scared that if I said I was Black, but provided no proof, I was just some annoying leftist trying to claim a marginalized identity. It felt like being called to fight in a war where I'd lose on either front.

As strange as it sounds, I can’t imagine my life without my queerness. Growing up with two older siblings that came out as queer before me allowed 11 year old me to develop language to understand myself and others. If I weren’t queer, I don’t know if I would’ve been introduced to philosophies of identity and history. Gaining a sense of self, a sense of pride in who I am and the communities I’m a part of, was integral to me discovering feminism at a young age (roughly age 13), leading me to learn from Black and Indigenous feminists/communists, many of whom I cite today in teacher education. The most important life lesson being queer has given me is that I don’t need to “know” myself, know what exact labels and identities suit me at any given moment, I just need to live. For example, I don’t inject testosterone because I feel at my core I’m a man (I don’t) or because I feel a need to prove my masculinity in a biological way (I don’t), I do it because I like the way it makes my body look. In a very Gen Z way, I decided to fuck around and find out. Thus when I had my cultural identity crisis, I realized I could just identify as mixed Black/Ethiopian/African. In the same way there’s no “true trans” person, there’s was no way for me to “truly” be African. I just am.

As mentioned, I learnt about social justice issues and movements relatively early which was integral to my own identity development. Through learning from revolutionaries like Kwame Ture who stated “We're Africans in America, struggling against American capitalism. We're not Americans” and “a fight for power is a fight for land. [...] Our land is Africa. America's not our land, it belongs to the American Indians and we have a right to stand and take a moral struggle with them.” I felt empowered to describe myself as Afro-Indigenous, to bring my two sides together as one whole. Diaspora is survival can mean a lot of things at different times & places but here, it meant a member of the diaspora empowered another diaspora to take up the family name of African, within my mixed background. The name survived its travels. This is my favourite term for a few important reasons. Firstly, I’m acknowledging the lands I’m from. Both the ties I have to Africa as a diaspora and Indigenous reflecting my Turtle Island upbringing. Secondly, I’m not identifying with a colonial state as terms like Indigenous Canadian or Black Canadian would suggest. Lastly, I’m not playing into the settler idea of blood quantum. A soul cannot be divided into percentages.

It feels wrong, embarrassing even, to say I envy the classmates of mine who have the privilege of being one call or text away from a family member that can answer simple questions. I only know what someone, I assume a social worker, felt was worthy of documenting. I didn’t learn that my maternal grandmother’s brother roger was forced into multiple residential schools from tracy-lynn or her mother rita, I learnt from a fucking hydro company. How colonial dystopian is that? Hydro Manitoba did a study of the land they intended to put pipelines through, consulting the nation which neighbours my own. My nation is Tootinaowaziibeeng First Nation, physically within Treaty 2 territory but a signatory of Treaty 4. I’ve lived most of my life on Treaty 4 land, i.e. the land stolen from the Métis (michif), Cree (néhiyaw), and Ojibway (anishinaabe). My adoptive dad Arlon is a descendant of the first British & French settlers in the region and he didn’t know which Indigenous peoples lived on the land that makes up our family farm-turned-acreage until I told him. To him, the land was always in the family and was empty before, owned by the canadian government that gave it to his family. As a socially anxious young adult he was set up on a dinner date with my adoptive mom, Tracey. She was also from a white farming family, her childhood home being just 2 km down the road from where mine still sits today. Growing up she embraced the cuisine of her German ancestry, that was all her mother taught her. If I remember correctly, she’s mostly German, but had Jewish family survive the Holocaust, becoming refugees to Canada after leaving the Netherlands. I’m unsure if they were Dutch Jewish, I never asked. Despite having 3 known sides of family, I’ve always been distanced from them in some way. When I was young my mom told me the reason we didn’t spend time with distant family was because they were “mean” to her. As a teenager I learnt “mean” actually meant racist, they were upset with her for adopting an “Indian” baby.

Like Toni Morrison, much of my own literary (and musical) background comes from autobiographies. Now that I think about it, I’m surrounded by autobiographical creations. I can prove this on the spot by looking down at my phone next to me, Spotify open, playing Boujee Natives by Snotty Nose Rez Kids, a hiphop duo from Haisla First Nation. That song is on my ndn rap playlist, below it is my hiphop for sexy ppl only playlist which contains only Black/African rappers. I hit shuffle on the playlist and Malcolm Garvey Huey by Dead Prez comes on, ironic as I get to read works by/about these exact historical figures for this geography class. If I look into my backpack next to me I’ll find Dancing On Our Turtle’s Back by Leanne Betasamosake Simpson (Michi Saagiig Nishnaabeg) and Creeland by Dallas Hunt (Swan River First Nation), both autobiographical works to an extent. That’s just my immediate surroundings here at a cafe near my house, I typically exist near a shelf of autobiographies at my two library jobs, as well as at home in East Van.

Where would I go? If I wrote an autobiography what section would they put me in? Would it still be autobiography if so much of my family knowledge comes from government documents like an adoption act or residential school records? Would my Indigeneity render it a historical work? If I have to rely on historical evidence to make a guess, does that make my life a fiction? Assuming an Indigenous category exists, who makes the decision on whether I’m too Black to belong? Perhaps I’ll write a biomythography like Audre Lorde. The sisters have it figured out this time, I know where’d I go.

If past you were to meet future me, Would you be holding me here and now?

[Historians – Lucy Dacus]

References :

Afromarxist, “What's in a Name? ft. Kwame Ture (1989)” YouTube, video publication date 27 October 2019, https://youtu.be/OGcl359SMxE?si=T_bs5PKLBZuUYwZ0

Baldwin, James. Notes of a Native Son. Boston: Beacon Press, 1955.

Chakasim, Neegahnii Madeline. “Pretendians and their Impacts on Indigenous Communities.” The Indigenous Foundation, May 10 2022. https://www.theindigenousfoundation.org/articles/pretendians-and-their-impacts-on-indigenous-communities

HTFC Planning & Design & Manitoba Hydro. “See what the land gave us” Waywayseecappo First Nation Traditional Knowledge Study For the Birtle Transmission Line. December 2017. https://www.hydro.mb.ca/docs/projects/birtle/appendix_c_waywayseecappo_tk_study_final_report.pdf

Lucy Dacus. Historians. Jacob Blizard and Collin Pastore. March 2, 2018. Matador Records, digital streaming.

Books / music mentioned

dead prez. Malcolm Garvey Huey. June 22 2010. Boss Up Inc., digital streaming.

Hunt, Dallas. Creeland. Gibsons: Nightwood Editions, 2021.

*Maynard, Robyn. Policing Black Lives: State Violence in Canada from Slavery to the Present. Winnipeg: Fernwood Publishing, 2017.

Lorde, Audre. Zami: A New Spelling of My Name. New York: Crossing Press, 1982.

Phoebe Bridgers. ICU. Phoebe Bridgers, Marshall Vore, & Nicholas White. June 18, 2020. Dead Oceans, digital streaming.

Snotty Nose Rez Kids. Boujee Natives. May 10 2019. Independent, digital streaming.

Simpson, Leanne Betasamosake. Dancing on Our Turtle’s Back: Stories of Nishnaabeg Re-Creation, Resurgence, and a New Emergence. Winnipeg: Arbeiter Ring Publishing, 2011.

*Simpson, Leanne Betasamosake. As We Have Always Done. Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 2017.

sources with * were in the original essay but omitted from this version

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vvatchword · 8 months

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just shoot me a message if u need help w lakota research 🤙🏼 thanks

Yee. The block be gone. The curse is lifted.

Do excuse me for replying here, but it went overlong. Reply on your own account by all means. (Edit: I just realized I should ask you to @ me because I didn't save your username like a complete goober.) (Edit 2: I did not mean to imply you should answer all of this at once--rather, are there materials, like books, articles, magazines, blogs, YouTube channels, and so on that you particularly trust? I like to begin research early in subjects and just soak in the information like a hot tub. I also like amassing books early.)

My BSI work is so far in the future that asking for specifics will also be at that point, but I can assure you that I will need to know the following:

How the perspective of the Lakota people differs from the American/European White population/popular culture in the mid to late 1800s (ways that they conflict, complement, differ). Life before the arrival of Europeans is also important. Relationships and dynamics between the Lakota and surrounding tribes, before and during and after colonialism. The unique perspectives and philosophies of the Lakota, including a look at language and how it is constructed.

Relationships between different groups within the Lakota themselves. How many distinct groups within them? What kinds of disagreements and agreements are made? Are there gender divides? Treatment of children? Treatment of the aged? The sick, the disabled? Social expectations? Hierarchies?

What is the ideal life like? A typical day? A typical month? A typical year? What kinds of jobs are expected, and of whom? Tools? Domesticated animals and flora? Housing and construction and preferences in living spaces? Diets? Foods? Fashion? Folklore? Medical care? Celebrations? How are social affairs conducted--funerals, births, birthdays, religious rites? How can they go wrong as well as right?

Relationships with surrounding tribes and different populations; relationships with nature, animals, the landscape; religion(s) and faith; the ideal ways those relationships hash out and ways they go wrong.

Personal accounts of Lakota interacting with each other with no white in sight is also greatly welcomed.

Now, most of these are historical for the most part, and might be better served by books. However, I'm sure you know of books that are truer to your experience than others, and while I know of a handful, they are from a wider indigenous perspective, and I want to be specific to those of the Lakota themselves.

What you will certainly be best at explaining is how modern fiction impacts you; what you think BSI could have done better; how modern media gets you wrong and what particularly pisses you off; modern legislation and social behaviors from America at large and how it evolved from older attitudes; and so on. I am absolutely interested in your feelings, good, bad, and ugly, and I don't mind or blame any bad blood towards us as whites--I'm sure you have a perspective I can't visualize until it is spelled out.

Thank you for your time!

#vvatchword #bioshock infinite #bioshock #vv asks

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meltic-daze · 2 years

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AITA for getting into a fight with my wife?

u/podracingking19

(This is a long post pls read I'm DESPERATE)

Me (M22) and my beautiful amazing wife (F27) have been together for about four years. We were forced to secretly elope due to the religion I used to following banning any and all romantic entanglements. For all the time we've been married there hasn't been a single fight. Usually my wife and I are able to sort our differences calmly and rationally and this time our fight has me super worried.

I've been having dreams of my wife dying while giving birth to our son. My dreams are prophetic and always come true so this is INCREDIBLY horrifying. It already happened to my mom and I couldn't save her (long story) and I can't let that happen again or I might actually lose my mind. She's all I have left.

I tried to talk to my boss (M877) about it but he just brushed me off. He said "Letting go is the will of the force" or whatever, he's an inconsiderate prick. I've always disliked the little guy since we first met and he made fun of me for missing my mom. My boss was no help and really he's the only one I could ask. My teacher (M38) would brush me off too since mister perfect never goes against what the bossman says. Asshole. He'd also push the same bullshit and expect me to be okay with potentially losing someone I love AGAIN. I guess he wouldn't understand since he never loved anyone at all.

Due to all this, I decided to leave my former religious apprenticeship behind. My workplace never appreciated me like I deserved anyway and it pissed me off every. Single. Day. My teacher (more like slave master) never sympathized with me and mocked my struggles. I hate him and his stupid beard and haughty attitude and constant judgements. My wonderful wife is the only person who supported me during these difficult times. She has really pretty eyes and hair and she's the wisest person in the whole wide world. Wait where am I going with this.

Anyway. My new boss (M63) offered me a new position directly under him as his student which I immediately accepted. He showed me that my former leaders were all LIARS who never understood what really mattered in the universe- power and the means by which to grasp it.

The most IMPORTANT part of this is that under his leadership I would be able to protect my wife from dying. She's all that matters, I would set the world on fire if it meant she'd stay warm. What other choice could I make?

My boss told me to do some stuff like clear out my former workplace which I agreed to. It sucked herding out the younger members but thinking of my wife's loving hands got me through it. She would be so happy that we could finally be together in public.

Or I THOUGHT she would be. When we met up again a couple planets over she was furious. I tried to explain that everything I did was for not only our future but the galaxy's - I planned on overthrowing my old boss for her the first second I got- and that we could carry out her dream together.

BUT she refused to listen. My wife just said stuff about how "democracy is sacred how could you do this?" and "you're going down a path I can't follow."

I SAVED HER LIFE WHY IS SHE ANGRY? I DON'T UNDERSTAND???

I just want us to be together again I love her so much. Was I the bad guy here?

Edit: I forgot to mention my old teacher crawled out of her ship which didn't help matters. For a hot second I thought she betrayed me did something wrong but I swear I regretted it immediately and didn't mean it!

#anidala #star wars #prequel trilogy #i had this idea and got possessed #shout out to the homies if u kno u kno #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #am i the asshole

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gojology · 3 years

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Let Me Spoil You. (18+) (NSFW)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I AM FEEDING U GUYS SO GOOD ???? holy mother of a goose i poured my blood sweat and tears into this, bumping to yung gravy as i write this so u alrdy know this is gonna be a banger!!! also i didn’t edit at all and i got so lazy at the end n i didnt wanna scrap this so uhh sorry if its bad 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Dom Gojo x Sub Female Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3683 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Dub-Con (I think?) Inexperienced Virgin Reader, Somnophilia, Degradation, Dom/Sub, Edging, Begging, Spitting 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | It’s your one month anniversary, and you really don’t like Gojo spoiling you, Gojo gets frustrated, he teaches you a lesson. A soft orange filter glazed the bathroom, a humid breeze blowing in weakly from the window that was always open, no matter what. The shower head lightly sprinkled on you, mumbling curses to the shower head, you swatted, and lightly tapped it a few times before you realized you had to change the water pressure. Facepalming, you hadn’t realized that you had changed the water pressure to ungodly levels. It was too late when you had realized, the water shot at your face, practically pushing you back. Water droplets adorned your cheeks, and your hair suddenly decreased in volume. Gasping for air, you used your arm to wipe your eyes and quickly turned the temperature up to anything other than the freezing bitter cold, you stretched, indulging in the refreshing, hot water. You had just gone out with Gojo for a luxurious dinner, even though it wasn’t quite your style, Gojo had insisted on taking you out to a fine-dining establishment. Small cuts of steak, with absurdly expensive champagne on the side, and of course, Gojo’s favorite, absurdly expensive desserts. It had been almost a month since you had began to go out with him, and he had tried treating you like a princess ever since. Anything you set your eyes on, he offered to buy it, whipping out a black leather wallet that was close to snapping. Thick wads of cash sat untouched, and you always politely declined. He had always argued with you, telling you that it was a given for significant others to spoil their loved ones. You always brushed it off, but in the latest argument between you two, Gojo was persistent, insisting that you were to dress in your finest and so that he could, “finally spoil my babygirl.” You could still remember how the conversation went. “No, Satoru.” you scoffed, turning to face him, leaning on the counter. Your arms crossed over your chest, “We can get JUST as good food if we order take out or some shit.” “Listen, sweetheart,” he immediately rushed over, his hand on your ass, rubbing up and down, his other caressing your neck. “It’s nothing on me financially, I can handle it, I want to spoil you princess.” You shook your head, looking down. He took his hand off your neck and rubbed his. “I rarely get to spend time with you, between the meetings and the missions and training Yuuji, so let me do it just this once, is that okay, pumpkin? Besides, what do you lose from this? I made the reservation too, so we don’t have to wait. It’s a win win~” You glanced up, before looking down again, ruffling your hair. An awkward silence grew between you two. What did you lose from this? Even though Gojo was absolutely loaded, you still felt terrible spending money for unnecessary shit. He looked at you, placing his hand on his chin, he looked like he was thinking, which was unusual, because the guy was as dumb as a snail sometimes. He let out a small “hm” stroking his chin as if he was debating with world renowned scholars before finally opening his mouth, “Oooooooooh, I get it now!” You sighed, so dramatic. He leaned forward, you always forgot how ridiculously tall he was, and how much he loomed over your figure. “Babe, don’t feel bad.” he tipped your chin upward so he could look you in the eye, even though he was quite literally wearing his blindfold, “this has been our 1 month anniversary, and what’s an anniversary without spending money on unnecessary shit?” “I mean, I guess..” Hesitantly agreeing, he shoved you upstairs into his room (and yours as well!) to throw on the best formal looking outfit you could find last minute. Digging through the drawers, you found a skin-tight black sundress that you had paired with a layered delicate necklace Gojo had gifted you on your second week of dating. Hastily throwing on gold rings and a gold anklet just for the fun of it, you fluffed up your hair. You looked at your black high heels. Hey, if you were gonna be so lavish looking, why not go all out? You regretted that train of thought later on, and wondered why you didn’t just pull up in a simple white t-shirt. Regardless, it was worth it at the end. Gojo looked stunning that night. Swapping out the regular blindfold for a pair of black sunglasses, it accentuated his chiseled features even more. His hair wasn’t what it was usually, it wasn’t spiked up at all. Instead, he wore it down. It looked much softer, and it framed his face perfectly. He wore a buttoned down dress shirt, and you felt your heart swell when other woman watched him walk by, their faces faltering when they realized his arm around your waist. He even went to the extent of pulling the chairs out for you, and opening the car door, as if you were truly a princess. Admittedly, you found yourself enjoying the fine dining, even with the ridiculously small portions. The atmosphere, and the pampering from the waiters had grown on you. While thinking about the events of your anniversary, the door creaked opened, Gojo’s head peaked just above the foggy glass doors of the shower. You slightly slid the door open just a crack, you knew that most couples would immediately open the door and have their arms out, waiting for their significant other to immediately pleasure them in the shower, but you hadn’t done anything like that with Gojo yet. Instantly met with his incredibly toned body, glowing in the hazy amber light from the window, you gulped. A towel draped over his veiny arms, and an incredibly large t-shirt with panties in the other. You quickly realized the t-shirt as the one Gojo often wore, you had never worn one of his t-shirts before. The endless missions had obviously done him well, he looked like he was sculpted from marble, a gift from heaven. Arms strong enough to hold the world, you wondered what it would be like to have him carry you around. Your face flushed a bright red, you didn’t even know what it was like to be carried by him, the furthest you both went was making out, and even you had found yourself being too bad at it to do it consistently. Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize what Gojo was saying. “Sugarplum? I got your clothes.” he murmured softly, setting the towel and clothes down. Your breath hitched, watching his head turn to face the shower. Instantaneously looking down at your face peeking through. You were never gonna hear the end of this one. A small smile spread across his face, before disappearing into a large cocky smirk, now that he had realized what you were looking at. “It’s okay, I understand, pumpkin. Not many have the courage to tell me face to face that I’m the best. In terms of strength, and looks, and everything.” You stuck out your tongue, blowing a raspberry. “Fuck off, idiot, I’m trying to shower!” “Ouch! I didn’t say that when you were ogling at my body, didn’t I? That really hurt my feelings, weren’t you ever taught the golden rule?” His hand wove through his hair, and you couldn’t help realize how soft it looked without all the gel holding the iconic spikes together. “Treat others how you want to be treated.” he winked. Your mouth sealed shut, accepting your defeat, you slid the glass door shut loudly. You heard loud booming laughter go down the hallway, gradually getting quieter and quieter before exhaling a sigh of relief as you continued to shower. You couldn’t help but think about your boyfriend’s body once more, it seemed like a dream. Was he really yours? He had the body of a super model and he settled with you and not some ridiculously pretty girl? Anyone would take advantage of such a handsome boyfriend, showing him off for the world to see. You felt an unfamiliar throb between your legs, you looked down, head tilted to the side while also simultaneously furiously washing your hair. You hadn’t felt this throbbing too much, it was almost like a yearning, and you were almost sure you knew what it was, but you didn’t quite want to admit it yet. Shaking your head furiously, you wanted to finish your shower before anything else. Ignoring the obvious. ‧₊˚✩彡. Rubbing your hair with your towel, you had thrown on the t-shirt and panties, cursing Gojo silently for not giving you a pair of shorts. Rummaging through the drawers in your room, Gojo suddenly appeared in the hallway. “What are you looking for, love?” he leaned on the doorway, cocking his head to his side with a mischievous grin. “Why don’t you ask yourself, considering that you were the one who gave me my clothes.” you scoffed, pushing the drawer you were searching for back and moving on to the next. You had forgotten which drawer had your pants, vivid images of Gojo’s body echoing through your mind. “Your pants are on the left of the drawer.” he strode over to the king-sized bed, the mattress sinking down as he sat. “What are you thinking about?” You scoffed again, looking at him with a side eye. “I’m not thinking of anything? What are you talking about?”

“Whenever you think, you forget literally everything around you.”

Cursing the Gojo clan for ever birthing such a smart yet stupid child, you twirled around with a pair of shorts now in hand. “I do not!”

“Yeah? Okay lil girl. Oh no, you’re not wearing those.”

You felt a throb yet again when you heard him call you lil girl. He snatched the pair of shorts up, dangling it just above your head. “Can’t I ever have my girlfriend wear something remotely sexy? I love your body. I want to see it all in its glory.” He placed it back into the drawer neatly.

You froze. He was being incredibly straightforward, which wasn’t unlike Gojo, but you didn’t think he would make such large advancements. His arms snaked around your waist without you even realizing, breathing heavily as he placed your ass on his lap.

Readjusting to the new position, you looked up, fear and excitement brewing inside of you, was this going to be your first time having sex? You leaned in for a kiss.

Just as he was about to give you a taste of his lips once again, a loud ringtone sounded.

“Fuck.” he cursed to himself, digging into his pockets and whipping out his phone, he gestured for you to be quiet. You whined a little, you had now realized what you were throbbing for.

“Hello?” Gojo cocked his head to his side, placing the phone right next to his ear as it dangerously rested on his shoulder. A disgruntled look in his face, one hand squishing your ass.

“Mmmmmm, yeah, okay.” he placed the phone down on the covers, looking down to you, eye to eye.

“That was a call from Ijichi, there’s some crazy shit going on somewhere, I have to take an emergency business trip.” he kissed your forehead gently, “I love you okay?”

Disappointed with the outcome, you nodded. He gave you a gentle few pats on your back before standing up, gently rolling you over on the bed, and rummaging through the drawers for his work uniform.

“As he casually undressed in front of you, you obviously stared, savoring the last few minutes of his body before he would disappear for the next few days, or maybe even weeks, or a month.

He looked back on you, just as he was entering the hallway.

“You forgot to say I love you.”

Looking up, you cursed to yourself, he didn’t have the usual playful cocky grin, now replaced with a worried one.

“I love you too.”

‧₊˚✩彡.

It had now been a week since your 1 month anniversary, you had been blue balled so badly, it almost hurt. You were laying down on your bed, looking at the curtains flutter as a casual wind blew into the room. The sun was setting, and a beautiful dark blue canvas dotted with stars was sure to appear.

You had tried holding off, ignoring your walls desperately wrapping around something that wasn’t there. Constantly looking down, seeing that your panties were obviously soaked. The dreams weren’t helping either, Satoru had been appearing in your dreams and doing things that even he would be weirded out by, and he had seen some shit.

Your arm snaked down to your panties, hand underneath the fabric. You breathed a sigh of relief as your unexperienced fingers circled your entrance, enjoying the slight tease. You heard the slight suckle of your walls around your fingers, enjoying the full feeling.

Yet you knew that this wasn’t the extent of things, you knew that there were much bigger, capable of reaching places you wouldn’t even dream of reaching. But you enjoyed the small amounts of pleasure anyways.

You pulled your panties down, throwing it into the laundry basket and cursing yourself for making it so wet. Slowly thrusting in and out with the finger, you sighed a breath of relief.

“Fuck.” you gasped, as a white fluid pooled out of you onto the sheets. You cursed harder to yourself, realizing now that you had to wash them.

“Shit.” you couldn’t quite stop there though, you had even more aching between your legs, and you had to satisfy your cravings, you didn’t even know when Gojo would come home.

You gasped more, a second round of white fluids flowed out of you. The yearnings now gone, you yanked a tissue out of the tissue box, wiping your finger on it, too lazy to get up, you would worry about the cum later. Drifting off into a heavy sleep, dreaming once again about the ungodly things you wanted Gojo to do to you.

‧₊˚✩彡.

“Gojo, s-stop.” you looked up at him as you sat on his lap, his fingers coated with your slick. His other hand played with the hem of your skirt. Not responding, he continued to quietly fingering you.

You quickly put a hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled moan, he snickered a little, before pulling out his fingers.

You whined a bit, earning a stare from a few people. Looking up at him with puppy eyes, you felt yourself wrapping around air.

He sadistically smiled. You wondered how his eyes would look right now, unable to look at him because of his blindfold.

“Beg for it, slut.” he silently whispered, teasing your entrance. You let out a little whimper again, how were you to be quiet when he was doing all this to you?

You opened your mouth slightly, about to beg, before being shut down completely as he shoved 3 fingers into you.

You let out a loud squeak, the whole restaurant now staring at you, eyeing you even across the room with displeased faces. You looked down, embarrassed.

He was now laughing at you, you looked up to him about to silently chew him out. Before opening your mouth, you were transported into a bright room.

‧₊˚✩彡.

Your eyes blinked, readjusting to the brightness. You realized that your legs were slightly colder then your upper half, realizing that you were completely naked down there. You blinked furiously, looking around, seeing someone’s incredibly muscular chest, with unmistakable white hair.

Rubbing your eyes, making sure that you weren’t seeing things, you mumbled, “Gojo?”

You felt something squirm around inside of you, letting out a loud moan as it pulled out.

“Hm?” he murmured sleepily, you looked down.

Putting two and two together, his incredibly long fingers were glistening with a wetness. He shuffled a bit before finally sucking and licking his fingers, looking at you directly in the eye while doing so.

“What’s wrong, slut?” he smiled deviously again, resting his chin on your shoulder before thrusting 2 fingers back inside of you again. Curling them inside of you, indulging in the toe curling scream you made.

“Gojo! You’re...” he pulled his fingers out before you could finish, adding another finger, he was now up to 3.

“FUCK, SATORU!” With a lustrous glint in his eyes, he shoved his thumb and index finger into your mouth. “That’s daddy to you, and look at your body. It’s practically begging for my cock by now. Oh princess, did I play with you for too long?” he slipped his fingers out of your needy pussy, smiling into your hair. “Want daddy to fuck you?” Your mouth suddenly dry, you looked at his neck. Not knowing how to respond, you nodded vigorously, sucking on his fingers. He tipped your chin to look upwards at his face, staring directly into his aquamarine eyes. “Use your words, whore. Or you’re not getting shit.” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. You coughed and spluttered into your arm, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. His eyes went softer, pulling you into his chest. “Oh sweetheart, did I go too rough on you?” You shook your head, before shakily replying, “I-I was just surprised y-you came e-early from the mission a-and...” you took a deep breath in, “I was... unp-prepared. Before he could reply, you blurted out, “P-please, daddy, use my tight l-little holes. I’m all yours to u-use.” He smiled, “What a cute slut. You want me to spoil you, don’t you?” You nodded, now rubbing your thighs together. Your slick coated your inner thigh and your breathing was getting hot. “How come when I offered to, you didn’t want to obey me?” “Y-you can’t compare the two-” He spat into your open mouth. Smiling a bit when he realized that you had swallowed it, looking at him with even wider puppy eyes. “No talking back, repeat after me, lil girl. When daddy wants to spoil me, I will let him spoil me.” “W-when daddy wants to s-spoil me, I...” you took a shaky breath in, “I’ll let him spoil m-me.” “That’s a good girl. Now turn to look at the wall.” he calmly replied, you obeyed, looking at the wall, anticipating for whatever happened next. You felt something big touch your entrance. Something unnecessarily big, you whimpered. Realizing it was Gojo’s dick. He chuckled a bit, smiling into your neck and then giving it a light suck. “It’s okay princess, this is your first isn’t it? I’ll make you into my cumslut afterwards. I’ll go nice and easy.” Heaving a bit, he thrusted a little inside of you. You held your breath. Strangely, it didn’t hurt at all. Even with the contrast between his incredibly thick and large cock, to your inexperienced, tight walls. “Missy, you’re so wet.” huskily muttering into your ear, “almost like you’re milking my cock. So tight.” He grunted, repositioning myself and letting out a small, “Fuck.” as he did so. You whined as he gradually put more and more of him inside of you. You tightened around his cock, drooling as you did so. You didn’t realize your mouth was open. “Babe, I can barely fucking pull out.” Gojo said, while he played with your hair, stroking your cheek. “W-why not?” “Nothing other then the fact that, a) you’re too tight around me, and b) you’re clenching incredibly hard for no real reason.” he once again, shoved his thumb and index finger for you to suck on, the other playing with your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple. “Just relax, baby. Let daddy do all the work, okay?” You weakly nodded, as he finished shoving the last of his length inside of you. Whimpering, and yanking your pillow out from its normal position to hug it. You felt him pull out, and he slammed back inside of you once again. You swore to God that you saw the light, a wave of pleasure and your body going numb as he did so. Letting out a shrill squeak, you hugged your pillow as hard as you can, your juices flowing down into the bed now, leaving an evident trail of where it once came from. Gojo grunted, snuggling deeper into your body. There was barely any space between the two of you, but you still didn’t feel close enough. The room was filled with the sound of sticky skin against stinky skin, panting, and moans. You felt every. single. bit. of him. Now, he had begun to quicken his pace, slamming into your body more often, sending waves of pleasure inside of you. His hair stuck to his neck, sweat pouring down his body, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck, I want to cum inside of you so badly, love.” he panted out of breath. You whimpered, still unable to speak due to his fingers you were harshly sucking all this time. He laughed in response, before finally pulling out. In a blink of an eye, he shot ropes of cum on your stomach, panting. You had finally gotten a good view of his cock, big was an understatement. Veins decorated the side of it, and the tip was a rosy pink. “Lick some cum off of your pretty stomach, princess. I wanna see how pretty you look while doing so.” Both of you breathing heavily, sweat dampening the sheets, his eyes bore into you. You gulped, even though you had done something so intimate with him, dominant Gojo was nothing to mess with. You scooped some of his cum up with your finger and sucked on it, looking at him the whole time. He grunted with approval, giving you a nice headrub. “Well would you look at that.” he glanced at the wall, “it’s already morning. Wanna take a shower together, lil girl?” On any other day, you’d make up an excuse, but you figured that you’d get fucked even harder if you told him you didn’t want to. “Okay, daddy.” “Good girl.”

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