#academia is a battlefield

[metis-metis]

That feeling when your research proposal gets turned down one too many times for stupid reasons so you self fund your OG idea out of pure spite. Fight me, faculty.

[chiquilines]

Whoopsie daisy im late to the panel redraw train but this page is tattooed on my frontal lobe

[decarbry]

💋?

[sugawara--san]

just saw someone on twitter say bakugou just got bad fomo LMAO

[zoopzopp]

Day 5 of drawing bakugo daily till @is-bakugou-alive-yet says yes

[ducotte-real]

coping so hard. something something to be loved is to be changed

[epickiya722]

Midoriya would be all "calm" and smiling when someone damages any of his hero merch in some way like "Oh, it's okay. It's no big deal, I can replace it."

And then suspiciously that person's mattress goes missing or something and while they confront the rest of the class about it, Midoriya is in the background with the most sly smile ever.

[sweetrebelpersona]

Sunday 28th January 2024

(The first one isn't my picture)

For the last couple of hours, I spent my time working on new music towards my Music Industry Practice module like a proper uni student. I feel exhausted but relieved about doing something productive. For a day of rest, making music isn't only done for fun, it's for building a music portfolio as well.

For example, take a look at the initial development process for my new song This is My Battlefield on Logic Pro:

As I've previously mentioned, the new song helped me pour out my emotional artistry and for good reason because my outburst from two weeks ago shows how much I put a lot of effort into recording the musical instruments and a pre-recorded drum kit set on there. I even plastered it all over my DJ DeDe social media pages to boost my music brand among my target audience, A&R clients and music consumers to turn me into a famous musician within the next five to ten years from now.

Plans for tomorrow:

Get a morning coffee to keep me awake

Take notes in a Music Industry Practice session

Take part in rehearsal and musicianship sessions - they are about being productive, creative and having fun

Eat a morning snack (packet of crisps) then go to McDonald's later after rehearsal to buy a meal that isn't fattening - a wrap is a good example of that

Don't get stressed; go to a quiet room and calm down

[ellemonjuice]

The day was cold but no colder than your arms.

The lights were bright but no brighter than your eyes when I had told you that you could keep me.

I was happy but no happier than I had been when you had answered me that you would.

The blows of wind were harsh but no harsher than the blows you had thrown back when you still had thought keeping me meant putting me on a leash and taming the one inside me.

She and I both disagreed. So, the day was cold, and the lights were bright, and the wind was harsh, but still, I was happy. I was happy. I was happy.

She said your leash wouldn't fit me. I believed her. I tend to believe her for we've been together for God knows how long and she's never thrown blows or touched my battered body with cold hands.

You could keep me, I had said.

You can't tame her.

[crqelsummer]

yall. i have some Concerns about the hpsc

[jellycatchicken]

the amv/animatic gods have beamed the idea of dabi dance to "the communists have the music" by they might be giants and im afraid since i have no drawing talent i am but a messiah spreading the gospel and the commandment is that dabi is not partial to the martial and he just needs to plug in his headphone jack so he can listen to his backing track and you see the communists (LOV) have the music!

[taberecusuflet]

Academia Curajului – Micii Alpinisti

[doumadono]

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST PRO HERO DABI & INTERN!BAKUGO A warm welcome - pro hero!Dabi - headcanons NSFW Sidekick!Reader - pro hero Dabi headcanons (NSFW)

Touya Todoroki's hero name is Dabi, no question.

As a pro hero, he takes being a total shithead to a whole new level, being a jerk with a hero license and flashy gear that screams "I'm better than you."

He's the biggest fuckboy on the planet, and as a pro hero, he takes it to a whole new level. He's bedded countless models, actresses, and even fellow pro heroes, and he's far from finished.

He has a custom-painted motorcycle with blue flames, because anything less wouldn't be cool enough for him.

Piercings and tattoos everywhere; he has his ears, nose, tongue, nipples and dick pierced, and his sleeves are adorned with huge tattoos, so are his back and neck.

He's the ultimate PR nightmare, and his publicists practically live in their offices, working overtime to clean up after his never-ending chaos. Sure, he fights villains and saves lives, but his brand thrives on scandals, keeping his publicists working overtime to handle the fallout.

Despite his scandalous reputation, he's a smooth talker when it comes to the media and public, effortlessly playing the role of the good guy when it suits him.

A certified narcissist, he loves to pull the "do you know who I am?" and "my father will sue you" cards.

When it comes to drinking, he's in a league of his own. This man can and will outdrink anyone, even Endeavor, leaving no doubt about his legendary tolerance.

Dabi's strategic mind and tactical prowess make him a formidable force on the battlefield, earning him the respect of both allies and adversaries.

Pro Hero Dabi is known for his unconventional methods, often bending or breaking the rules to achieve his goals. His willingness to operate in morally gray areas sets him apart from traditional heroes.

Despite his cocky and rebellious attitude, Dabi possesses a keen intellect and a deep understanding of human nature, allowing him to manipulate situations to his advantage.

Despite his outward bravado, Dabi is fiercely loyal to those he considers allies, willing to go to great lengths to protect and support them, even if it means defying conventional hero ethics.

Dabi holds an unbreakable bond with his younger brother, Natsuo, whom he regards as his closest and most trusted friend.

After meeting you, his current girlfriend, Pro Hero Dabi has undergone a significant personal transformation. Your presence in his life has prompted him to adopt a more mature and responsible demeanor. His commitment to you has motivated him to address his tendencies towards excessive drinking and flirting with others, as he strives to be the best partner he can be for you.

Those close to Dabi have noticed a significant change in his behavior, witnessing his earnest efforts to improve himself for the sake of your relationship. His commitment to personal growth and positive change reflects his deep investment in you and your future together.

In his free time, Dabi enjoys playing the electric guitar, and he takes particular delight in performing on his customized Fender Stratocaster.

[suugiart]

@the-invisible-introvert-2004 suggested I turn him off and on, or try rice. I'm not sure if it's working, but we'll see.

Happy belated one year to corpseuki!

Just checking up on him

[epickiya722]

I feel like Curious would have been an absolute threat on the battlefield, she would have caused a lot more chaos for the Heroes if she was still around. The woman's quirk was MAKING THINGS AND PEOPLE GO BOOM.

[admirxation]

彡 𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡 - 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦. The reader visits her favourite professor for another late night tryst (wc: 1.9k)

𝐜𝐰 — afab!reader x professor!Satoru Gojo. 18+ smut mdni, professor x student/power imbalance/the reader is consenting however lowkey dubcon due to power dynamics (don't fuck your professor, people!), dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, soft degradation, soft dom Gojo, squirting, unprotected sex, p in v, and cum -> you've been warned; continue at your own discretion.

You were the top student for your whole career in high school. That’s what everyone, fellow students and teachers, knew you for: top of the class, A-star on every exam, and many teachers expressing their praises, knowing you would be going far. So, when you heard those praises, university and a life of academia was the obvious next step, prepared to bask in praise from the professors; however, that wasn’t how it was going. 

You were soon humbled when you first sat in class and sat with other students who had received similar praise you had in high school; being next to them was intimidating. All your life, you had been called smart, but now, when you were thrown into a bigger sea of fish, you were feeling like the smallest of the lot; imposter syndrome soon seeping in and digging its claws into your psyche every time you heard somebody else answers a question, look at other people’s exam results, and just talking to them about how they were finding the content. These feelings were only confirmed when your latest exam was the lowest result you had ever received. 

When you first saw your percentage, the denial part of your brain felt like it should have been a mistake; you remembered, that night, how you scrolled through the portal and kept refreshing the page like somehow that was magically going to bump up the numbers, perhaps squinting and turning that D into an A through a long process of hope. Your heart further sank when you saw the feedback, constant question marks in sentences you had thought you made fantastic points in, constant ‘incorrect’, ‘what’, ‘I don’t follow’, and the dreaded ‘see me after class.’ You didn’t understand what you were doing wrong; you were listening to every word the professor was saying, asking for help from your friends and people in the group chat, and doing tons of research around the area, but applying it was something you felt like was a journey of impossibility.

Every lecture and class had become a battlefield, every student a new rival in your mind as you compare yourself to them; listening to them and how fluidly they could answer a question with sophisticated words you didn’t even know was in the English dictionary, and constantly hearing the voice in your head telling you: you’re too dumb to be here, quit while you still can. This just burnt. You had been ready for hard work, trials and tribulations, expecting burnout, but this? This felt like an endless cycle of being lost, like constantly reading a page and never being able to digest any of the words, constantly drowning in a feeling like you weren’t good enough. 

However, that low mark seemed to be a blessing in disguise in the most taboo way possible. You had been taught by everyone's favourite professor—Professor Satoru Gojo—and you were aware of how the girls felt about him. He had cliche written all over him, with that voice and tall body that made you feel engulfed underneath him; he was every college girl's dream, but he wasn’t interested in them; he found interest in you, the girl who couldn’t quite get the information, but found it so endearing that you kept pushing through. He liked a hard-working girl, and an insecure girl made it easier to pick you up from the slump and make you obsessed. 

It started with inviting you to his office, where he gave you honest, innocent assistance to make your essays better, and it worked; those D’s soon bumped into A’s, and you were above the moon when you finally felt like you were getting back on track to the academic validation, that had been your motivator for too long. However, you kept going to those office checkups. They soon snow-balled into affectionate meetings, starting when you were looking over an essay and his hand gripped onto your thigh, making a pooling warmth within your core develop. The rest was history, with constant weeks of meeting up with him and being his girl, and that was a new validation you sought for now.

Right now, you two were doing your favourite thing—with the door locked and the lights dimmed—with you half naked and sitting on his hard wooden desk, letting him treat you like his little toy. 

“Aahh, Gojo, d-don’t stop,” you whimpered out as you felt his warm tongue lap circles around your pebbled nipple, leaving occasional sucks and nibbles that coaxed out hissing pleasure to escape your lips. 

“You’re so sexy like this,” his slender and long digits remained working overtime as they plunged into your soaking and aching hole, making his cock harden against his trousers as he felt your glistening cunt convulse and suck him in further. “You like this, don’t you? Being touched by your professor, you like being my dirty girl, don’t you?”

His voice was smooth and tantalising, with effortless confidence and commanding tone that made your gummy insides clench around him, sucking him further into your cunt as your inner thighs started to shake; you were his, in every undertone of power he had accumulated, and you never wanted this to stop. Why would you? Why would you stop the constant series of ecstasy riding that made your eyes flutter, and your legs shake; he was your favourite indulgence now, and you weren’t going back when that rhythmic cadence of his voice and presence consumed you. It was electrifying to be wanted by him. 

“Yes, yes, ahh, aaah fuck,” you were interrupted by the plethora of panting and orgasms that kept protruding out of your glossy lips, “All yours, I love this.” You kept praising and surrendering yourself to him at your own volition, something some people would find embarrassing, but you didn’t care; they wouldn’t be able to understand how good Gojo made you feel and how connected you felt with him every time he made you close to your high. 

“That’s right, that’s my dirty girl, all mine,” he looked up at you while he was sucking on your hardened nipple with that teasing and arrogant smirk, “a naughty girl that likes to be used by her professor…. Hasn’t got a shred of respect, do you, darling?” 

“N-no, I-I’m completely yours,” you whimpered out through a quivering lip as you felt Gojo’s fingertips start to curl inside your convulsing walls. 

“Should I give you your favourite thing?” he hummed teasingly, “does my darling deserve that?” 

There was something so hypnotic about him, something that made constant tidal waves wash over you as every sense felt pleased when you were in Gojo’s presence. His validation and his attention were a constant fuel that you required, running on it like food and water; you needed him without fail. 

Gojo is too good at this, way too good at dirty talking, way too good at knowing what makes you whimper and fold or him, and way too good at fucking you stupid. You didn’t want to be with anyone else; it would feel like a constant disappointment to be with anyone else; you would just be constantly comparing them to how good Gojo made you feel, how he made you scream his name and made your clit throb with slick running down your slit, he was your dream that you were digging your heels into forever. He had you wrapped around his little finger. 

“Please, I’ve been a good girl; I-I want you, please,” you blabbed out like the pathetic girl you were underneath his touch, writhing and squirming underneath him as he finger fucked you on the desk. 

“You have been doing well on your tests; I’ll give you a treat.”

Your cheeks burned with a strawberry hue coming into the clarity of a blush, your heartbeat pounding against its ribbed chamber, and your dilated eyes widening as you watched the slow torture of him unzipping his pants in slow and deliberate movements, releasing a soft hum of pleasure and appreciation as your eyes cast down to his throbbing erection that had sprung out of its barrier, moaning as Gojo rubbed the reddened tip with pearled pre-cum against your wet folds, and teasing you more. 

He smirks, watching you grow more pathetic for him, the way your fingers clenched onto the edge of the desk and the way your toes curled in anticipation for his hardened cock to slip inside your dripping centre.

“Aw, does my girl want it?” he asked as he pinched the folds surrounding your clit, making a puffy squish around your sensitive bundle of nerves and making you gasp and writhe underneath him. 

“Y-yes, I want it so bad, please, sir.” 

“That’s my girl.” 

In one swift motion, he slipped his large length inside you, both of you releasing guttural groans as you felt his entrance and the way your cunt surrounded him and sucked him in further into that sweet spongy spot that would make you praise his name like a prayer lingering on your tongue.

His strong hands gripped onto the fat of your hips as he bucked his hips further to get balls deep into you, filling the room with the sounds of lewd and sensual moans, alongside the sound of skin slapping against the skin as his balls smacked your ass with every rhythmic sway of his hips.

“F-fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed out a moan as he felt the hilt in your walls, “such a good little student, taking her professors cock so well,” he kissed your neck as he whispered dirty nothings into the shell of your ear, making you press your fingertips onto his shoulders the more he plunged  his hard cock further inside your spasming walls. 

He had such a way of making you feel adored and taken care of, even when he was dirty-talking you; you were completely mesmerised by the way he spoke and the way he sheathed his dick inside the hilt of your pussy; you never wanted to leave him. 

You let your vision slip away as he continued to leave a hot trail of kisses on the slope of your neck, holding your feminine frame close as he rocked his hips further into your hot centre; you two were so close as you felt the heat radiating off both of you, the way his breaths were broken in rhythmic tandem through the process of laboured breaths, and the way you thighs were trembling as you felt your core about to give up on its hold and let release be granted. 

Gojo continued to groan, letting the vibration against your skin take you on a travel that made you into a pathetic, melting puddle ready for him to clean up, holding onto his shoulders more as you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck and took in his captivating and enigmatic scent, his aroma filled your senses the more he kept fucking you stupid. There was something linen clean in his scent and a smoked cedar and sandalwood the more you travelled your fingers into his platinum white hair and wrapped your trembling and weak legs around him. 

“Aah, Gojo, I-I’m so close.”

“Me too, darling, me too, cum with me,” he hissed out, “I wanna feel you cum on the cock as I fill you up.” 

He knocked the wind out of you as you cried out in pleasure when he thrusted his hips in a final and punctuated movement, both of you crying out each other’s names as he filled your tight pussy up with his cloudy release. You let your gushing escape trickle down his pelvis and thigh. Both of you stared at each other in such bliss as you tried to catch your breath.

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a/n: I know this is late but honestly I needed a day off from my self inflicted pain of 31 days this month lmao, I had reallyyy bad period cramps and migraines last night and I needed to write some more on this and I just couldn't so we are a day late but I doubt anyways cares lmao