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phantom-0-writer · 7 months

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*standing menacingly at the door* i made u something

anyways lol. i had a lot of school work and was really busy freaking out and stress studying for a singular test that was 4 questions and would be over in like an hour and then i proceeded to cry about it in my car for various reasons.

but yk what that means!

time for our irregular and unscheduled update of

Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

this episode featuring a fan favorite: Duke Thomas (aka The Signal - but thats kind of irrelevant for this)

you were supposed to read that like it was from a '90s sitcom and the off screen crowd cheers rly loudly.

some house keeping updates: this scene happens in the beginning of the school year (going by the american system should be september) danny meets damian (and upsurges tim on the same day) around midterm which is around october and then the stuff with jason and damian's drawing happens around december. i kinda accidentally burned the irl timeline for anything dc first scene so now im just gonna do whatever i want.

anyways with out further ado:

table of contents

scene 04: after school activities for normal kids

Duke stood around the corner of the classroom awkwardly, wondering if he had made the right call. Sure the bats and the birds had a plethora of hands on deck any time, but most of them specialized as night time heros. Not to say that they were incompetent or anything, they were some of the most skilled and innovative people Duke had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Sure if anything happened, they could handle it, at least until Duke could slip away and show up as the Signal- Alfred and Bruce had assured him so much. But Duke couldn’t slip the guilt of busying away more of his time to after school activities when he could be patrolling or studying instead,

But Duke had wanted to do something outside of those things, which was specifically why he had made the difficult decision to join a few clubs and after school activities. He could use a break from being surrounded by people who worked the vigilante life-style just to remember how to be a normal civilian. Let himself take a break from constantly be consumed by one case or another, one disaster or another, not being able to do enough no matter how much he tried or how much time he spent patrolling.

Duke needed to feel grounded, like his feet were on the ground and he could press the brakes and smell the fragrance of life. Even if the fragrance was a forgotten pile of dog s-

“Alright,” The instructor for their culinary club started with a weird German accent that sounded really fake. “I am Herman. You can call me Chef or Chef Herman or just Chef. I will not bore you all with the boring introductions, and let's head right into the cooking, yes. On this paper here I made the partners for all of you to cook with for the rest of the year. If you have problem with it then quit.”

This Herman guy seemed like quite the character, and was definitely not helping any of Duke’s previous anxieties. Many of Duke’s clubmates seem to think so too, sending their friends various looks. But no one spoke out, and instead shuffled to the front to look at the singular sheet of paper that would assign them their partners. Duke finally made it to the front and saw that he was paired with a Daniel Fenton at Station 7.

Crossing his fingers that Daniel had at least only a half-rotten personality, Duke made his way over to station 7. The station was already prepped with an assortment of ingredients and cooking equipment. Duke had already set his stuff down claiming the seat closer to the exit (in case) when a lanky kid comes over, “Uh, your Duke Thomas?” He asks hesitantly looking back at the front counter the partner assignment sheet was.

It took Duke an awkward second longer to realize that this kid was probably his partner. “Oh yeah I am.” He laughed apologetically, “You must be Daniel.”

“Danny’s fine.” The boy smiled, absentmindedly brushing his messy black hair out of his face, his glacier blue looking at the equipment. Duke couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about Danny. Not in Gotham’s usual psycho-maniac-out-to-terrorizer-the-city-and-kill-innocent-people kind of off, more in a he’s not in sync with the rest of the world off. While Chef Herman explained the general structure of various types of kitchen and kitchen hierarchy that Duke was already familiar with, Duke tried to get a read on him.

Weird did not mean threat, after all many of the Justice League- heck even the local Wayne/Batclan were pretty weird- and they (usually) didn’t mean any harm. It wouldn’t be fair of Duke to jump the horse like that.

Deciding he should try to be friendly with him, Duke leaned over, “Is it just me or is Chef Herman’s accent totally fake?” he whispered.

“Oh, Ancients,” Anciets? “I thought I was just going insane.” Danny sighed in relief with a small chuckle. There was a moment of silence between the two of them where no one said anything for longer than socially acceptable and Duke debated using his powers to see if he could find a clue or something. That seemed kinda invasive, though.

When the Chef had started instructions on making today's recipe, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Danny helped Duke measure out the ingredients. “So,” Danny tried again, “What are you in for?”

“What am I…” Duke repeated confused,

Danny chuckled awkwardly, “Like why you joined the club.”

Duke seriously needed to get his head in the present; this was getting embarrassing. “Oh.” He nodded in understanding, “I’ve always liked cooking,” Duke shrugged, “When I was little my parents and I would always cook together, and it was always one of my favorite things to do. And I’ve kinda always liked it, but I fell off of it for a while with school and stuff,” emphasis on the stuff “I thought joining a club could help me get back into it and get away from… everything.” That was a little more candid than Duke had planned on being with someone he had met quite literally a few minutes ago, but it felt good to have that out of his chest. The pleasant memories of his parents swimming in his mind. Mixing the dry ingredients, “Sorry that was kind of a lot.” Duke laughed genuinely this time.

“Dude, no it’s actually so cool that you like to cook.” Danny said admiration was easy on his face, and Duke couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

“What about you, then?”

“Ugh,” He groaned jokingly, “You can’t seriously be asking for my lame ass reason after you pulled out the flashbacks.” Danny whined, letting the oven preheat like Chef told them to.

“C’mon, it’s only fair.” Duke played along, already ahead of the other groups.

Danny sighed, “Promise you won’t laugh.”

“Okay, it can’t be that bad.” Duke could already feel the smile cracking on his face.

“It is.” Danny drawlled, “So I live in the dorms right, and I got to pull some strings and room with one of my friends from back home this year. And well, let’s just say my family has a bit of a reputation for causing problems, and the kitchen definitely wasn’t an exception. One time my dad tried to make some soup for my mom because she got sick.” Duke nodded approvingly, that was a sweet gesture, “It was all fun and games until the bomb squad had to show up and long story short we had to move.”

“You’re joking.” Duke gaped at the bizarre story, but at Danny’s solemn expression, Duke couldn’t help but be appalled, “A bomb squad over soup.”

“My parents were never really heavy on lab safety,” Danny added, as if that explained everything, “But I burn one pot of water and maybe make a few extra-crispy eggs, and suddenly its all ‘Danny you’re not allowed in the kitchen unless you start taking actual classes’ and ‘Danny that's a biohazard’.”

“You burned a pot of water.” Duke echoed, Danny nodded innocently, “Water doesn’t burn.”

“Well, maybe you’re just not trying hard enough.” Danny sneered, trying to crack an egg on the corner of the bowl only for all the shell to fall in the bowl and the yolk on the counter.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s true.” Duke said, taking the bowl from him and expertly cracking an egg single handedly. Danny looked on in awe. “You said you live in the dorms?” Duke asked easily.

“Oh yeah, all of the non-local scholarship kids have to.”

Before Duke could respond, a girl from the station in front of them whips her head around, “You said you’re here on a scholarship?” She asked almost oppressively.

Danny just as taken aback as Duke felt, “Uh, yeah.”

“Me, too. Have you heard anything about the Mentorship Program here? Apparently we all have to join.” The girl’s partner was looking between Duke and Danny confused, but returned to their cooking uninterested.

“Oh, yeah. They make us all join.” Danny nodded.

“I heard from some of the older kids, that no one actually gets picked for that. It’s just like a weird formality thing.” The girl spoke animatedly, “What department are you in?”

“Applied physics and engineering design.” The oven beeps that it was ready but no one moved.

The girl seemed to deflate that answer, “Oh, I’m doing culinary science.” And with that solid conclusionary statement, she turned around and got back to her work station.

Danny blinked, processing what just happened and slowly turning to look at Duke for proof that just happened. But the second the both of them met each other’s eyes, they burst into a fit of silent laughter.

Bent vunuralably over the table, trying to catch their breath, they were accosted by Chef Hermon. “The two of you are having a comedy club, not a cooking club.” Chef crossed his arms at the edge of the table. Duke was pretty sure he was trying to sold them, but the fake accent was making it hard to tell.

Danny cleared his throat and striated up, “Sorry, Sir.” He apologized quickly.

“Chef.” Hermon peered at them, his hat looking comically large and lopsided on his head now that Duke was getting a closer look.

“Sorry, Chef.” Duke amended, trying to keep his cool.

“Yes, finish cooking your cookies.” He nodded satisfied, leaving their station.

“Okay so,” Duke tried to recount what the last thing they did was, but one look at Danny trying desperately to hold in his laugh had ruined all of Duke’s efforts as well. Barely managing to get their cookies in the oven, over Chef’s fake german accent and floppy oversized chef’s hat.

“So scholarship for applied physics and engineering design, huh.” Duke recounted from earlier, impressed.

“Yeah…” Danny trailed off embarrassed, “It sounds kinda snotty.”

“Dude. That’s literally one of the hardest departments to get into, and the scholarship is no sneeze either. There’s no doubt you worked your butt off to get that.” Duke assured Danny as they sat in their stools waiting for the cookies to finish.

“Thanks,” Danny smiled sheepishly. They sat in a much more comfortable silence now before Danny spoke again, “What grade are you in by the way?”

“I’m in 10th. General studies for now, but I was thinking of doing medicine. You?”

“I could totally see you as a hot-shot doctor.” Danny nodded approvingly, “11th. Technically, I’m your upperclassman then.”

“Technically?” Duke asked.

“I mean, how old are you?”

“15.” Duke supplied confused.

“Me too. I skipped a grade in elementary school, so we’re actually the same age.” Danny explained, sheepishly.

“Dude, you're actually way smart.” Duke gaped in awe.

“Hey medicine isn’t a day walk either.” Danny nudged his arm playfully, “I’m glad the mentorship thing is just for show, though. Now that we’re upperclassmen, y’know. I would not want my hands full with some random rich kid.”

Duke laughed, “Yeah, that definitely sounds like a lot of work.”

Easily unfolding the conversation into various topics and interests Duke found that he didn’t mind that the cookies were burnt. Or that Danny was definitely weird. But in a good way. Duke was glad they met and would get to hang out and cook with their weird not-German Chef every week. And if Danny and Duke exchanged numbers and planned to hangout outside of club activities, then well who was going to stop them.

#a little fluff to make our day better #duke and danny #the world definitely needs more of them #they start off a little shaky but their bffs at the end #danny heard the chef's weird accent and thought it was bc of time travel shenanigans and decided it was just best not to comment on that #duke will def be rubbing his friendship with danny in the other bat's faces once he gets indoctrinated #jack blew up his house over chicken noodle soup and no one lets him live it down #Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program #dpxdc #dp x dc au #batpham #danny phantom #duke thomas #signal #phantom

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muslimintp-1999-girl · 7 months

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You guys never deserved that song in the 1st place then

#coz you will never see me utter one bad word for Sweet Nothing or say it's a skip just coz a silly ship on a silly show got it in the bg #this is why i was always skeptical of b0nrad girlies rubbing TS songs in our faces coz imo y'all don't actually appreciate the songwriting #and i know art interpretation is subjective & no one is forced to like anything but they have always been such shallow fans smh #tsitp #the summer show was the worst decision. TS doesn't deserve this but i guess good riddance coz who needs fake fans.

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melxncholyman · 8 months

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kinda wild that france has mandatory philosophy classes in high school

#taught by a guy whose very profession is a paradox and who definitely thinks he's better than a bunch of 17 yr olds #(i mean sure he is but you don't need to rub it in our faces bro #sisi.txt

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bandsanitizer · 8 months

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the way that it doesn’t just make me sad but angry that idols are expected to apologize not just for disappointing fans and their members but for harming them by so much as even having a dating rumor bc is it that bad they found love? or something that could become that? is it that bad for the people you supposedly love and support to be happy? yes I know the industry basically runs on the parasocial relationships but isn’t it high time to recognize that someone else’s happiness is not an attempt to ruin yours? that even if it is painful or difficult for you, that is not the responsibility of the idol. they should not need to apologize for their own happiness and events within their personal life which half the time come out as leaks (read: invasions of their privacy) rather than on their own time. and to go as far as to say it implies they don’t deserve their job or should leave their group… artists experiencing things in life? the emotions of affection and infatuation and love and endearment and everything else that comes with a romantic relationship? that’s only going to give them the capacity to create greater and more enriched art. i’m not saying they’re in a relationship to do (and I certainly hope not) but if you need any reason at all to refrain from causing these idols harm in the way you claim their happiness has so deeply harmed and disappointed you, then take it as them living. that life needs art and art needs life.

#i just 💪💪💪💪💪💪#i actually don’t give a shit about if romance makes them a better artist tbh #i just think everyone deserves happiness and if they’re in a relationship then hooray for them #sick and tired of them needing to apologize for harming and disappointing fans #like the fact that dating rumors exist almost at the same levels as WAY MORE MESSED UP SHIT TO DO is absolutely gdkshckksjfjjdbfk angering #this is mostly about people’s reactions to josh but just in general tbh #esPECIALLY when it comes from leaks or like ‘so and so was seen in this blurry ass photo with a GIRL’ and i’m just!!!!!#fans be like ‘i’d be okay if they were private about it and didn’t rub it in our face’#like bby!!!! people taking pics of them on dates when they got have their face covered and didn’t consent to the photo that got plastered #all over the internet is not them being obnoxious about it!!! it’s an invasion of their privacy #like fuck don’t you think it’s painful for the artist to know the expected norms and HAKFHKDJFKDJ i can’t even complete the sentence it make #me soooo upset just like !!!!!!!!!!!! and this isn’t even just the kaypahp industry #western fandom toooooooo but gfksjfksjfjsjfjjd BYE #alison speaks?#probably to delete #OHHHH and the idea that their members are upset about them dating too i just!!!!!!!!😤😤😤😤

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otlwoozi · 1 year

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THEYRE SO SICK FOR THIS

#we get it joshua u have free range over the jeeks (jihoon cheeks)#no need ti rub it in our faces #he looks SO #MALLEABLE #that is no longer a ball ⚽️ he is a 🍡#woozi #joshua #im so serious like this is so oliver core #sent this to every server im aparr of n was like #guys hold on get this gET TJIS. yall are NOT gonna believe what happened #i died like i actually died i passed away

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trulymadlykiki · 1 year

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the grammys are just completely unserious

#like that article was all i needed to never gaf #we already knew #but it’s like they wanna rub it in our faces

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byakuyasdarling · 9 months

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#vent in tags #(because it’s less embarassing here)#I don’t want to get into every grimly detail #anyway so tired of the parent I live with calling #me a bad person most days — or lazy or selfish or inattentive #I’m so tired of hearing them say I have no charisma and am socially incompetent #and that I’m not quiet and when I say o don’t talk nearly as much or as loud as they do they say I’m gaslighting #I’m literslly always called a gaslighter.#I dint understand what I did or what’s so hard to understand about me #I know it’s difficult being them but they’re such a hypocrite s;l the time #like 2 days ago when they said for me to internalise my thoughts and I barely even speak to them anymore #and they go on ranting about my estranged parent constantly unprompted to me and my brother and calling them VERY derogatory terms #we do not need the fact one of our parent’s left us constantly rubbed in our face! my family members (other) said they should internalise it #so I know I’m not crazy and they’re being a hypocrite.#but I feel I’m victimising myself to create cognitive dissonance and I am bad and lazy #and that I’m using trauma and my terrible anxiety (which I’ve been trying to improve on) as a shield to those facts #I feel crazy I feel I’m the wrong who’s wrong #I think 2 different things — that they’re actually in the wrong but I could be trapped in my own head #I don’t know I don’t know why I’m blamed for every misfortune #I can’t stand Io for myself because as soon as I talk I’m told to shut up. say I’m wrong. and do what I’m told.#I hate this I hate having a parent who doesn’t want me much and the other who calls me a burden #they used to be really good parents I don’t even know ‘maybe they are and I want to displace blame #I’m so confused #I don’t want to live as anyone else though because losing any of my abilities terrifies me. because I know internally I’m still capable #vent tw #tw vent #tw parental issues #tw negative

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someone-always-cares · 1 year

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chapter 5, page 21

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[image description: an sac webcomic page. “you’re good sweetie, we’re just hanging out!” smiles the woman in the hijab, who waves, and the man in the leather jacket next to her raises an eyebrow and smirks, saying “oh hey, you on babysitting duty?” “hey, i’m older than her!” exclaims lewis, glaring with slit pupils. “oh, this is my new teamate! i’m training him! everyone, this is howler, he broke wraiths arm, but don’t spread that around.” smiles jade, putting a arm around him. “oh shit really? i heard he blamed that all on you.” the same woman replies, off screen. “urgh, of course he did. probably to make him look less pathetic, long story.” “well howler, fantastic to meet you. the name’s moon striker, my pronouns are she/her and i’m team captain for us four.” the same woman, now introduced as moon striker, greets. “this is my boyfriend, terra flora, he/him.” the man in the leather jacker, terra flora grins and shoots two fingerguns. “his girlfriend stardust, she/her, and their partner split second”. stardust, the woman with the blue ribbons, smiles and waves, her fingers purple and glowing with sparkles and glittery dust. “i mostly stick to he/they/she but i’m partial to fae/faer pronouns. feel free to use whatever though, all’s chill” states split second, the person with the eye patch, with a blank expression on faer face, tilting his head a bit. end id]

moon striker and her team have been briefly mentioned once before in comic, back in early chapter 3 page 23, when rami was infodumping and speculating who would win in a fight

i dont have any witty comments to make because its 1:41am rn and i gotta get up early for a doctors appointment because i dont do my t shots myself and i havent bothered to ask bc i know i dont have the will to do so, so i got to go in and a nurse does it. but im on holiday off work so at least i can go home and take a nap after. annoying that my clinic is in another town though

#someone always cares #sac #webcomic #webcomics #comics #speaking of pronouns i was at a queer crafting group earlier #and we had little sticky labels to write our names and pronouns #one person accidentally wrote they/they instead of they/them #when this was pointed out to them they just put their head in their hands #if it feels like i'm pointing at sac characters and rubbing it in your face that they're queer #its because i am #cis folks need handholding sometimes and i mean this with care in my heart #also spite #at some point back when i was writing this something must have pissed me off enough to be like #okay you know what i am going to make this obvious that these characters are queer fuck you #this team is all trans and polyamarous and split second uses neopronouns and theres nothing you can do about it #i just zoned out for a bit due to 2am related reasons and forgot where i was going withthat but anyway

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theyzilla · 8 months

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no bc why is there not a pretty girl sitting on my lap putting glitter on my eyes

#i’ve had this experience ONCE #but i need it to end with us sloppy making out rubbing glitter all over our faces #i’m being gross

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krash-and-co · 2 years

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...the new pjo BOOKS aren't helping me either. I'm attracting attention from the wrong side. what. that is NOT what I meant to do with these posts, why does it work like this I am getting the exact opposite of what I'm asking for the show having a trailer was enough I-

anyways don't listen to me I'm totally reading the new pjo book

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thev01dd · 1 year

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tag vent post

#omfg i hate twitter so much #h*llch**r shippers are so annoying over ther for fucks sake #i censored the ship name so it wouldn't show up in twitter's search engine #but the shippers found me and harassed me either way because they can't fucking ignore people who don't ship h*llch**r #i jokingly said to lucia 'they really do be out there trying to make their ship' popular #because at the paris con all people apparently knew to ask about was:#'would chrissy and eddie have a romantic relationship if they were alive'#and they asked it to people who weren't even part of the ship #anyways #then suddenly a whole day later i get notifs from h*llch**r shipers saying #'we don't need to try they are popular'#like yeah right say that to the top ten ship tags on tumblr #or the numbers of videos on tiktok under each ship tag #steddie (and ronance) is bigger and more popular than h*llch**r fandom wise #and we didn't need to impose our ship onto anybody for it to become this big mind you #it's the thing i said on the tags of that post that talked about canon ships or wtvr #of course h*ll*ch**r will be a 'popular halloween couple costume' because it's a fucking m/f ship #it doesn't mean it's more popular within fandom #this need to feel that a ship is better than the other and to rub it into peoples faces is so annoying #fucking enjoy your ship in your corner and let people enjoy other ship in their corner #it wasn't me going to random h*llch**r shippers twt accounts and harassing them #it was the oposite #fucking hell #also hide your homophobia a little better

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oscalesoffeeling · 2 years

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i love wil.huff so much ❤❤❤ i love being his little girl :3

#i love how he helps me calm down when i get overwhelmed.... when he holds me tight and rubs me all over.#bc i'm his kitty :3 #he loves how i need to be close to him #he lays with me when i lay down on my belly in the dark on our bed to calm down #when he holds me close against him when we spoon and gives me lots of rubs and shoulder/neck kissies....#or when we cuddle face to face so he can kiss my face all over :3 #and i can hide my face in his chest until i feel better....#ohhhh i love him....#sometimes when he gets really scared at night he squeezes me so tight...#he doesn't want me to leave either.#ellie rambles about stuff #he spun the stars on his fingernails (tag)#agere #a little bit.

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virgo-79 · 2 years

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I actually don't mean to sound like a bitch this time, but people have got to contexualize the queer representation we get in Marvel (or in any Disney-owned property) with the understanding of how rancid that corporation is. All we're gonna get from them is crumbs. There isn't gonna be a full meal or even a substantial snack on the menu anytime soon.

And when those crumbs are focused on by the creators/cast, we need to acknowledge that that in itself is a middle finger to a fucking bottomless pit of a company that has put money into hurting queer people. You're talking about pieces of media that have guaranteed audiences. The MCU movies and shows are juggernauts -- they're *going* to be seen. Those numbers aren't going to wildly fluctuate depending on what is said during the press tour. Which makes the press tour a platform. The conversations happening there --the things these very famous people choose to talk about -- aren't about moving the needle on the cash Disney is going to suck into its maw from a particular film or show.

When the money is a forgone conclusion and we know damn well the level of representation we can realistically expect, I can't call that queerbaiting. So yeah, I do want them to make that press as queer as fucking possible, regardless of what's in a film or show.

#shit nobody is obligated to listen to me about #but like we need to stop rubbing our own faces on a cheese grater about this #fuck Disney and Marvel #all the love to the creatives who are flipping them off

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cc-cuttlefishculler · 6 months

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why do the rha*enice*nt fans think that saying "vote for the stepmother and stepdaughter" on the femslash poll is gonna get more people to vote for them

#your shitty game of thrones spinoff is already winning you dont need to rub it in our faces

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yueebby · 7 months

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Dying thinking about gojo literally pinning and hardcore simping for reader, literally showering reader in praise, flattery and gifts because he no longer gives a damn about hiding his feelings, almost proposing to reader whenever he can and reader's just... completely clueless about it💀 and she thinks it's just gojo being friendly. Poor man would be absolutely devastated when he goes one day "[name] i'm in love with you" and she just goes "me too, i love all my friends!" 💀

she loves me, she loves me not! — gojo satoru x fem!reader

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo (what’s new), highschool!gojo, he’s pathetic but in love your honor, oblivious!reader, ooc gojo i got carried away soz

notes. anon, when i first read your ask i literally started giggling and kicking my feet. that. is. so. gojo coded.

“please reject gojo and put him out of his misery,” utahime implored, taking hold of both of your hands. you think she’s asking, no, begging you to. beside her, shoko nods vigorously.

“but why?” you furrow your eyebrows, perplexed by their sudden request. “i can’t reject someone who doesn’t like me.”

shoko giggles at your comment. her laughter only wanes when she notices the dead serious look on your face. “... you seriously have no idea what we’re talking about?”

“not really,” you shrug, criss-crossing your legs to find some comfort on the hard wooden floor in shoko’s small dorm. it was late, past midnight, and the three of you had a shared mission tomorrow, but for some reason your two friends managed to rope you into their drinking circle.

utahime and shoko exchanged a significant glance, their unspoken communication raising your curiosity. utahime takes a long sip of her beer.

“hopeless. they’re both hopeless,” your short haired brunette friend lamented, pinching her nose bridge. it leaves a faint pink mark.

intrigued, you lean in closer towards the two, “care to elaborate?”

“you’ve never once questioned satoru’s borderline inappropriate behavior?” shoko asks you earnestly. you ponder for a moment, trying to recall any moments in the two years you’ve known the snow-haired boy.

“satoru is satoru…” you mumble, shaking your head in denial.

utahime’s eyes bug comically. she slams her can of beer harshly on the ground. you wince at the loud noise of the metallic can hitting the floor.

“you’re kidding. even i can see through that jerk!” utahime’s black pigtails sway wildly.

“[name], how about what happened in shinjuku last week on our day off?” shoko quietly reminds you of last weekend when the two of you along with satoru and suguru decided to empty your pockets in one of tokyo’s largest entertainment wards.

utahime’s head whips back and forth from her best friend to you, “eh? what happened?!”

from behind the dressing room curtain, you voiced your concerns, “shoko, i don't think we can afford designer clothes on our student budget.” the cream-colored silk dress you wore clung to your body, its price tag undoubtedly surpassing a year's worth of your student earnings.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” shoko’s voice carried a knowing smile. “just come out and show me the dress!” you think satoru’s carefree attitude is rubbing off on her.

with a nervous sigh, you emerged from the dressing room. the dress fit like a glove, accentuating your body in just the right places.

bright flashes from shoko's phone startled you, and she chuckled deviously while rapidly typing. she tossed her phone onto a luxurious cushion, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exposure.

“you look so sexy. even better than the model.” she gives you two thumbs up, eyes roaming your figure. you feel flushed at her praise.

“as flattered as i am, there’s no way i can afford this,” you look down at the dress, lips downturned. “i’d be in debt for life.”

“no need to worry,” shoko winked, leaving you confused. given that her income was similar to yours, it didn't make sense for her to be able to even dream of shopping designer.

a soft thud interrupted your conversation. you turn around to see a blue lollipop rolling on the expensive carpeting of the store.

“suguru, are my eyes deceiving me or is that an angel?” satoru's mouth is wide open as he shamelessly checks you out. he takes one of his hands and places it over his heart, gripping the fabric of his white shirt. the windbreaker he is wearing rustles at his dramatic movement.

“i think… i’m experiencing a heart attack! shoko help!” he kneels in the middle of the store dramatically. shoko shares an unamused look with suguru. the pair nod before simultaneously kicking satoru.

during all of the commotion, you stand awkwardly in the million yen dress.

“satoru, are you okay?” you watch him take the two blows from your friends, concern evident in your voice. he grunts softly before gently taking ahold of your hand.

“no,” he croaks with a playful glint in his eye. “i’m wounded and there’s only one way to fix it.”

you look at him, your gaze heavy with concern.

“i’m afraid you’ll have to kiss me for the pain to go away.” he added, blinking at you expectantly with his blue eyes.

you lightly shove him away from you. “you’re an idiot.” satoru laughs loudly.

“that’s what love does to a man.”

“yeah, yeah. i’m going to change out of this dress, don’t get into any more trouble while i’m gone.”

satoru’s grip on your hand strengthens, halting your actions.

“how much?”

“excuse me?”

“the dress. how much for it?” he stands up to his full height, reminding you of the obvious height difference between the two of you.

you're at loss for words. gojo was crazy, but definitely not crazy enough to spend a million yen on a silly dress.

shoko happily chimes into the conversation. “one million yen. it’ll be two million yen with the rest of my purchases though!”

suguru’s calm demeanor is replaced with shock. the black haired male’s jaw drops, “two million– satoru, you’re seriously not thinking about–”

“hah? who said i’m paying for your stuff?” gojo makes an ugly face at shoko.

she raises her hands innocently, “it’s not my fault the dresses come in a set. if you want to see your beloved [name] in that dress you’ll have to pay for mine as well.”

you watch shoko and satoru engage into a silent argument. the tension in the fitting room section is so thick, you think it’ll take a special grade weapon to slice through it.

trying to alleviate the mood you tell gojo, “satoru, you really don’t have to–”

“i’m buying you that dress.”

“o-okay.”

half an hour later, satoru happily strolls out of the store with an arm around your shoulder like he’d just won the lottery.

perhaps gojo is just naturally flirty, you had tried to reason to shoko and utahime.

it’s been a week since the eye-opening conversation with the two and you’ve found yourself on cleaning duty with said snow-haired boy. it was a miracle that satoru even showed up. he had a tendency to skip his turns, often resulting in a long lecture from yaga.

as the two of you worked silently in the empty classroom, you couldn't help but admire the setting sun. its golden rays painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over everything. unknowingly, while you gazed at the sky, gojo's gaze was firmly fixed on you.

breaking the silence, he asked, "have you ever thought about getting married?"

his question caught you off guard, causing you to momentarily pause from wiping the windows.

“not really,” you replied, biting your lip gently. “unless my family decides to arrange a marriage. you know how unforgiving the world of jujutsu sorcery is.”

gojo's grip on the broom tightened, his eyes locking onto yours with a newfound intensity.

"we should get married y'know," he blurted out.

the piece of cloth you were using slipped from your hand in shock. surely, he couldn't mean what he was saying. after all, the two of you were only second years.

“what?”

“i’m saying i think i’m in love with you.”

“oh.”

silence engulfs the room once more before a soft giggle escapes your lips.

satoru can only watch, entranced.

“that’s good to hear! i love you too– and suguru and shoko! perhaps the four of us should all just get married.” you chuckle into your hand.

satoru can't help but stare at your hand in envy. perhaps if he were the palm of your hand, he’d be able to feel the touch of your lips.

but he couldn’t. he was cursed as a man with an overpowered innate technique, and despite it all he couldn’t even gain the one thing he desired. gojo satoru watched you, eyes filled with a mixture of longing and defeat.

his devastation does not go unnoticed by you.

you were under the impression that he was grumpy because yaga had forced him into cleaning with you.

"cheer up, satoru! if we finish early enough," you continue, your tone highspirited, "we can go to the new crepe shop that opened last week. my treat!" you winked, and that immediately caught his attention.

“like a date?” his eyes sparkled with hope.

you shrug, a smile on your face. “i suppose if you look at it from a certain perspective…”

“great, it’s a date!”

good things come to those who wait, satoru thinks, humming happily as he starts to sweep the room at an inhumane pace.

maybe in ten years time the two of you will be happily married with eight kids, he smiles to himself.

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LESSONS IN CORRUPTION w/Gojo Satoru

IN WHICH: Your teacher finally has his way with you at the end of senior year

( TW ): fem!Reader, dark & explicit content, mean and manipulative teacher!Gojo, Porn w/ no plot, corruption kink, power dynamics, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, cream pie, size difference, breeding kink, blood, fingering, age gap (reader is 19, Gojo late 20's), Gojo secretly records, half edited

Word count - › 1.6K

“You know I love you right?” Satoru asks, cupping your face.

“I love you too.” You smile up at him as he fingers your pussy.

“Loved you ever since I laid eyes on you—ever since you walked in my class with that short skirt and those white knee-high socks. My innocent schoolgirl.” He leans down to kiss you on the rose-covered hotel bed.

It was your graduation party last week, but he said couldn’t make it to your party at your parent’s house, said he had an important meeting, and RSVP no to your parents’ invitation but when you asked them, they looked at you incredulously and asked why they’d send invitations to your teachers. When you went to school for your last week and told this to Gojo he said he did get an invitation and your parents told you that so you wouldn’t get upset that he couldn’t make it.

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“Gotta surprise for you though.” Gojo smiles up at you from his chair. You’re sitting on his desk, feet resting on the armrest of your teacher’s chair. Gojo can see your panty-clad pussy from his position under you, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows you’d be embarrassed if you knew he could see your Hello Kitty panties.

“Really? What is it is!” You set your salad down so he could have your full attention, you know he doesn’t like it when you focus on anything else--even if it’s something as simple as food. You think it’s romantic how much he needs your full attention.

“Well since I couldn’t come to your party, I figured I should throw you another party, this time just us. It could be our special party.”

“Oh my god, really?” You throw yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. His cologne engulfs you.

“Mhm, and guess what? It’s gonna be a sleepover party at that new fancy hotel that just opened downtown. You excited Princess?” Gojo wraps his arms around your waist, discreetly rubbing his semi on your pussy.

“Super-duper excited! When is it? Please say soon!” You cheer, innocently bouncing in his lap. Your pussy clenching when you feel his cock rub down the length of your damped cunt. You hope he doesn’t notice.

“This weekend schoolgirl, your parents approved n’ everything.” He informs you, holding you down on his now rock-solid cock.

He couldn’t wait for this weekend.

“Really?”

“Really, but they told me they want you to tell them you’re staying at your best friend’s house,” you open your mouth to question why but his grip on your waist tightens and he looks down at you angrily. “Don’t question us y/n, you know your parents and I know what we’re doing. Were the adults, you’re just a child, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” You nod, not wanting to upset him when he’s always so good to you.

“Good girl, now finish your lunch sweetheart—no stay on my lap I make sure you eat it right.”

—

Gojo glances at the nightstand, ensuring his phone is set up before he looks back at you. Rose petals underneath, nipples puckered, and eyes crossed you look like an angel. His angel.

“Sir! I-it feels weird down there—I think I gotta pee.” Your pussy clenches around his fingers.

“Just let it happen, princess,” He curls his fingers into your g-spot, his other hand going to rub your clit. Your legs start to shake, and you try to clamp them shut but Satoru’s thighs keep them in place. “Don't—That’s it, let go, let it happen.”

You never knew what it was like to orgasm, Satoru has only told you what it would be like, but this—this—you could get used to the way your pussy contracts on your teacher’s fingers and your mind goes blank.

Your hands fly down to his wrists once it’s over, suddenly overwhelmed.

“S’too much ‘Toru, please no more!” You cry out, another mini orgasm washing over you.

“Gotta prep you—get you wet enough for my cock sweet girl,” he takes his fingers out of your cunt, and your juices following in suit. “Think you’re ready?”

“Mhm.” You look up at him like he hung the moon and stars. Right now, if he told you he did—you’d believe him.

He brings his wet fingers to your mouth, and instinctively you open your mouth. He shoves them in.

“Can’t wait to see this small pussy take a dick too big, too old for ‘er.” He groans at the thought, pulling his now clean fingers out of your mouth to pull his boxers off.

You gasp when you see it jump out. It’s huge, the tip is an angry shade of red, and his balls look ready to explode any second. You don’t think with all the prep in the world you could take it.

“It’s too big, Sir.” you whimper, shyly backing away from him.

“Don’t run away from me y/n, how many lessons does it take for you to get ‘Don’t question your elders’ through that little brain of yours,” he pulls you back, slapping your pussy. “C’mon now, didn’t you say you loved me?” He pouts, looking down at you with puppy eyes. Your heart clenches.

“Course I love you—I can take it. I promise.” You grab his face, the one you’ve spent the last semester admiring from afar, and kiss him the way he taught you.

“Yea?”

“Mhm.” You lay back down and wrap your legs around his hips.

He grabs his cock, the head soaked with your juices, and slowly pushes it in. You gasp from the sudden intrusion. His fingers did nothing to prepare you for his girthy cock. He pulls out again before pushing in, this time a few more inches. He repeats this movement until you're filled to the brim. He looks down and chuckles. Only two-thirds of his cock is in your too-small pussy. Blood trickles out the side of your pussy.

“Hurts.” You cry. He looks up to see thick tears flowing down your cheeks.

He thinks about comforting you, but he can’t get his mind off your tight pussy. He’s too worried about not cumming prematurely than comforting you.

“Shh, it’ll feel better soon honey, just lay there and take it.” He starts to move in and out of your cunt. Using your blood as extra lube.

You claw at his back from the overwhelming feeling of your pussy being stretched. Satoru grunts above you, sucking hickeys all over your breast. After the ninth thrust, you start to moan, the pain quickly turning into pleasure.

“Sir! Feels s’good.” You moan.

“Your cunt feels surreal princess, never felt anything like this, think I might need to fuck my students more.” He says into your neck, speeding up when his balls start to clench and ache with the need to release.

Suddenly, you’re overcome with a surge of jealousy, the thought of him fucking the other girls when you leave for college, teaching them how to kiss, and letting them sit on his lap and eat lunch every day makes you want to cry and scream and the same time. He’s yours! He doesn’t get to fuck anyone else, nobody else should be bleeding on his cock and cumming on his fingers.

“S’not fair! You’re mine, only mine!” You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer to you, in you.

“Then prove it little girl, show me that I belong to you.” He shoves his lips on your pouting ones.

You throw your arms around his neck and buck into his hips, determined to show him that he only needs you. That you’re enough to satisfy all his needs.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum deep in this cunny. Gonna fill you up—watch you get full with my baby and have to drop out of college before you even finish the first semester!” His thrusts turn sloppy, bruising your swollen cunt.

“Yes, give me your baby Sir, please!” You moan, suddenly thinking about a life with him and a baby you two 've created. You’ve never felt so empty.

“Please, please, need ‘ur baby s’bad!” You slur, legs tightening around his waist.

“‘M cummin’ schoolgirl, ‘m fucking my baby into your too-small cunt.” Satoru groans, his balls contracting as he shoots his load into your womb.

The sensation of being filled causes you to orgasm again, the world going blank for a few seconds.

“Shit!” Satoru lays over top of you, the weight of him making you wheeze. You lay there silently for a few minutes, unable to form a coherent thought.

“W-was that good?” you question when your mind clears, thinking back to what he said about fucking other girls.

“Of course it was princess, best I’ve ever had.” He reassures all the while his mind is racing, thinking ‘bout the new girl that just transferred to your school. He kisses you as he places a bet with himself ‘How long would it take to get her breed full of his child too.’

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