#but also i just generally think it's worth talking about; especially if even one person understands their own experiences better for it
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Odysseus' character analysis & how we overlook his trauma
Okay, this will be a long post about Odysseus and what could be happening in his head after his return to Ithaca because I really need to share these ideas <3
During the last few days I've been thinking about the whole Poseidon-obssesed-with-Odysseus concept (thanks to @rin-solo for inspiration :)), and that's how I recalled one headcanon of mine about Odysseus and his possible perception of his conflict with Poseidon.
A disclaimer first: I know that Epic is sometimes historically and culturally inaccurate, but! I want to include some of the cultural norms of ancient times because they will make things much more interesting.
So, since early August I've had an idea that Odysseus' personality during the post-Odyssey timeline would be heavily influenced by PTSD. That's just reasonable: the war takes its toll on the person anyway, especially on the warrior like Odysseus. He saw the nightmares of the Trojan War, lost his comrades and faced things that made him lose his sleep.
I actually like how Odysseus' trauma is depicted in Epic. We have these parts with the voices of Polites, Eurylochus and Anticlea and see just how much these losses affected Odysseus (take the ending of "Love in Paradise"). But instead of focusing on the losses like the musical does I'd rather talk about those who had caused them. It's a curious thing about the mentality of those who survived the war and similar events: their mind tends to demonize and hate those who caused pain deeply. It produces the ultimate hatred that is able to overcome any other feeling. This is the idea that I want to pursue in my Monster AU (might write about it later because that's another long talk) about the overwhelming feeling, produced by trauma, that can't be distinguished. And Odysseus is the only character in the story who has endured that twenty-year long nightmare: his comrades from the Trojan War didn't have the decade of journey back home behind their backs, and those who sailed with Odysseus died.
But there's one more layer to this scenario. While we've covered the idea about the war victim demonizing the aggressor, we can't forget that we're talking about the religious society of ancient times. Poseidon and Zeus are the two godly villains of Odysseus' story. However, they're also the god of the tides, who must've been one of the most widely worshiped in Ithaca (since it's an island... yeah), and the King of the gods.
That leaves Odysseus in an even more complex situation. Because he most likely highly respected both of them for his whole life. Eventually, they left Odysseus ruined. The people of Ithaca didn't stop worshipping them, and Odysseus has to follow the same religious rituals and celebrate annual festivities, which definitely reminds him of what had happened.
Once again, no one understands what he's gone through. Even Penelope and Telemachus, no matter how supportive they are. Thus, the trauma is left unseen and unhealed. Too bad there was no therapy in the ancient world, Odysseus would've needed it.
Finally, this whole set of reasons serves as a perfect background for deep and tragic obsession with those who hurt him and inability to let go of the past. Do the voices fall silent after Odysseus defeats all the enemies? No, they probably don't. Because even though physically Odysseus is already home, mentally, he's still fighting with the ghosts of his enemies. This is a desperate feeling that belongs to a broken man who no longer fits into society like he used to. And it eats him alive, kills him from the inside. No ruthlessness or bloodshed can help Odysseus to run from this despair. It fact, they might only make it worth by reminding who made him a monster! :)
Generally... this is pretty much it. The whole idea of all-consuming despair and trauma is what I've wanted to pursue here because I find it very natural in terms of everything that Odysseus has been through. I'd also like to analyze the whole Vengeance saga (especially my fav Six Hundred Strike) from this perspective because it actually makes perfect sense for me, but that's one more long post of another time lmao.
#epic the musical#epic the vengeance saga#epic zeus#epic odysseus#epic poseidon#epic the musical analysis
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i understand the frustration with âi made this gay pairing cis x trans so they can still have biological babiesâ with no thought to other methods and how ppl assume thats the case when it comes to mothpool aus where mothwing is also the mother of the three, but alsoâŚ. idk i kinda dont give a shit if someone wants to do that and i dont really think its inherently transphobic as long as its handled with care and respect.
what really concerns me about this debate is how some people are adamant that you cannot portray trans people having biological children in media or youre being disrespectful. and im gonna say as a nonbinary person who doesnt want children for themself- thats kinda fucking weird? like i understand that for some people, theyre trans themselves and theyre speaking from a place of dysphoria, and i absolutely get that, which is why i think the topic should be handled with nuance and diversity in trans characters, but likeâŚ. guys. pregnant trans men exist irl. trans women get people pregnant irl. trans pplâs ability and right to parent and have biological children are being debated irl. we get denied the opportunity to adopt as well.
in a climate like this, are we SURE we want the stance on rewrites and headcanons in the silly cat books to be âif you portray trans characters having children, especially with a gay couple, youre a transphobic freak no matter what!â does it really matter? especially if its being done by a trans person handling the topic with nuance who has a lot of trans characters with varying perspectives?
obviously yes, remember that thats not the only way certain gay couples can have kids, remember that not every trans person is fully comfortable with it and keep that in mind, remember that surrogacy and adoption are also perfectly valid ways to give fan babies- but remember that there are OPTIONS. not that you need to condemn the idea of transgender parents in the first place unless they fit the very specific criteria of âproper transgender representationâ and anything that dares deviate from that is proof the op is a transphobic monster (bonus points if theyre a trans creator bc i mostly see trans people getting shit for this and it kinda pisses me off. although idm if cis people do it either as long as theyre handling it with respect)
#and this isnt getting into how trans mothwing outside of mothpool is a really good way to read her character#sorry. remembered the shit bonefall got despite being trans as well and got annoyed#that especially annoys me bc hes got plenty of surrogacies but the second hed touch a trans pregnancy#ââno you cant do that!!! you freak!!! obviously you only see trans people as a loophole for gays to have babies!!!ââ#also my gf and i were talking and obviously take this with a grain of salt bc this is our experience#butâŚ. i think a lot of the ppl saying thisâŚâŚ. havent really talked to trans women?#dude some of the ones i know LOVE the idea of getting people pregnant#did you know trans women have sex? did you know trans people in general have sex?? did you know trans people irl wanna start families?#did you know that? did you? or do you black out at the idea of a trans woman being anything but strictly pure and nonsexual#and OBVIOUSLY this is not every trans woman. some do have dysphoria around the idea#but im genuinely starting to wonder how these people act around irl transgender parents#whether they had kids before or after coming out#bc ngl. the attitude that thinking about this makes you a transphobic pervert?#directed at trans people making content for themselves?#im starting to think you all just dont want us to reproduce. if we reproduce we arent ââgoodââ trans people#because a âârealââ man wouldnt carry a child. a âârealââ woman would carry the child. and god forbid the gays even THINK about reproducing#and being around children!#if we have children then weâre doing things that might make cishets look at us and declare weâre not perfect#weâve proved weâre not just identical to cis ppl!! (and therefore deserving of respect!)#idk. i think this was mostly a case of tumblr going ââoh someone said no to this so lets push this to an unhealthy extreme!!ââ#and i cant help but notice nobody really brings up nonbinary parents at all in this discussion#not that we have it ââbetterââ or anything for that but yknow. are we supposed to swear it off?#is the idea of us having kids inconcievable? or worseâŚ. does it mean we ââpicked a side?ââ#so its not even worth getting mad at a pregnant nb person bc ââwell thats a woman so who caresââb#HMMMMM.#ohhhh i bet they also get mad if you make transfem pregnancy possible too. no winning#idk really think about it when you go ââyou can NEVER EVER portray a trans person starting a family. bc REAL trans people would never.ââ#ohhh you probably get mad when trans ppl dont get surgery for one reason or another dontcha#whether we want to or its not in the cards for us for whatever reason like cost and such#(while also getting mad if we do bc we cannot win in this no matter what)
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"tomorrow we find out where paige is going" .... .tomorrow we find out which team has a 99% chance of drafting paige
#there is still an opportunity for trades#granted i don't think any of the other 3 lottery teams could trade up#and i don't think the valkeries have enough leverage against those teams#and i don't think that any team is going to want to give up a player worth paige's draft stock to make the trade#but trades and trades involving draft picks can happen#and the number one draft pick has been traded away before#i feel like there isn't going to be any shuffling right now#but there's a chance some teams might shift the other lottery picks around#specifically that number 2 pick#like none of those 4 teams really have a hole in the front court#who could really use kiki the answer is actually the mercury lmao#of course the merc don't really have tradable assets besides other picks [and most of those are gone too]#like they could do a sign and trade but who would want to sign and trade away from the merc#actually i think something that could happen is whoever gets the number 2 pick trades it to the valks in exchange for protection#though it might not be a great trade to make re value#well actually if dallas has number 2 and can't resign satou they would want to keep the pick#also i think the reason azzi is going so high is because we are seeing who can shoot and who can't shoot#and the thing is you can't really have too many non shooters on a w team especially with how the tide is shifting towards shooting#with the nba stuff coming in#and people in the w are better shooters than in college and the defense here is better#i think in college you can get away with more because there isn't as much parity#but also just with general logic- if you have someone who is not comfortable shooting who is not the pg#they are going to be way more willing to leave that person open to double team#and you won't get a mismatch which can fuck up the whole offense#and shooting really seems to be the biggest concern on a lot of these potential guard picks#[ik i already talked about the college free throws today but so many people have such low averages even across seasons]#also i don't think the liberty are going to take a college kid depending on how re signings and expansion drafts go#i think they are more likely to try for an international who isn't going to come over right away [the center out of france -malonga]#especially when you look at how much their rookies played this year[sherrod coming in halfway is different but]#really the libs should just not take the merc swap option [it would be a bad fo move- they should try to get something back but i'd like it
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How do others perceive you?
Pile 1 - Pile 2 - Pile 3
Remember, this is a general reading and it may not resonate for everyone or completely. Tarot is a tool to help guide but you are responsible for your actions and life, you choose your path.
Tips!
Pile 1
Tarot: Page of Cups, The World (Life on Earth), Queen of Cups, The Hermit (The Cosmic Tree), The Chariot (The Spirit Plane), Page of Wands, The Star (The Veil), Four of Wands, Death (Past Lives), Wheel of Fortune (Life Map)
There is an air of being from the energy of the Earth itself. Not necessarily in a grounded way but in a more light way. People definitely think you have a beautiful smile and you have a laugh that almost sounds like bells ringing. I donât remember if thereâs a scene like that in the Tinker Bell movie or if her voice/laugh sounds like bells, but thatâs a message.Â
They think youâre really connected to Earth, to the energies that be, and thatâs something maybe you donât even notice about yourself. Since Iâve pulled the cards, I had a feeling of âthey donât even believe itâ even when they were telling me all these lovely things. This feeling is something I wish for you to feel, and you can! Especially since itâs your energy.Â
There is a feeling of familiarity with you. You flitter in and out of people's lives for brief moments, and if you believe in past lives (since energy is continuously recycled), you probably have met a lot of the people you come in contact with in lives before this one. Thereâs a safety, like stopping by a fire on a long journey. Strangers may get reminded of loved ones when they meet you.Â
They see you as a healer. And this may be something you notice about yourself actually. You may get tired easily because it seems like you have to help people all the time or people ask a lot of you. And I do wish you returned this energy to yourself, even if itâs for a small time in the day. Set boundaries. This could also be a reason why you filter in and out of connections with people.Â
I also wanna add that this deck was really excited and wanted to be the first in line. People are probably really excited to see you and talk to you. You may have a really bubbly energy and like being a social butterfly. You may also be the subject of friendship crushes, like people really wanna become friends with you.
Pile 2
WARNING: This pile was more on the ânegativeâ side. If negative readings arenât for you, I would suggest not reading this one.
Tarot: Three of Wands, King of Wands, Queen of Swords, Two of Wands, Eight of Swords, Five of Swords, The Star, Seven of Cups, The Magician
Before I even pull cards, there is an air of seduction. Itâs like I made eye contact with a feline in the wild or a snake just slithered in. A large portion of the deck was in my hands but the other half was stuck in the box and fell onto my desk very noisily. You probably donât give a lot of tells right away and it takes a lot of time for you to show your other self. The air of mystery is what makes you seductive; people want to figure you out. And, from experience, this could drive you absolutely insane because once they figure you out, they leave.
Iâm going to be honest, I think a lot of people perceive you as âbitchy.â It could honestly just be because your stubborn and you know what you want, you go for it, and achieve it. A lot of men see you as a threat just because of your strong personality. In some ways, you could be seen as selfish because you wonât bother looking from someone elseâs view. If you are an ex-people pleaser, this could be an absolute compliment. You know your worth and you want to achieve your dreams, people being threatened by it are none of your business.
If you are actively being selfish and not bothering to have empathy, wellâŚI would do some self reflection.
Something about this pile seems so angry? Thereâs an aggression about this reading. Some people could take you as someone that constantly feel like you have to defend yourself, in an angry way, or youâre someone that has a hard time taking accountability.Â
Iâm getting Kat from 10 Things I Hate About You, âPlanet Look At Me, Look At Me.â Some people think you have to be the center of attention. They acknowledge that you definitely can get whatever you set your mind to, but they might not think you deserve it.
There is an air of being very misunderstood, my loves. For the people that donât mean to come off this way, I feel like you have probably gone through a lot in the past. Youâre defensive due to past hurt. You honestly may not even love yourselves and it comes off as anger to others. I couldnât move on to Pile 3 because I kept over thinking. You may feel really bad with how you reactâŚThereâs heartache. I wanted to come back since I felt the need to hug you all. For readers (and you donât even have to like this series or author), but you give me Nesta vibes (iykyk). Â
Pile 3
Tarot: The World, Three of Swords, Five of Cups, Seven of Swords, Page of Swords, The Hermit, Knight of Pentacles, King of Cups, The Star, Ten of Cups
Ah, this is my melancholic pile. People see you guys as troubled, wounded from your past. You are well loved! But I think you have a hard time accepting it or you donât see it. There is a feeling of always having to fight, sword raised, but you are very tired from battle. Iâm getting the image of a knight falling to their knees after a battle is over, some with their heads looking up at the cloudy sky and others with their heads lowered.Â
There had been a painful heartbreak where you went into hermit mode. You turned into yourself so you donât get hurt again. Itâs not that you arenât friendly! But you certainly keep everyone at arms length. Youâre constantly looking at the past, at the empty cups, at what you donât have anymoreâŚI donât even think youâd even see new and beautiful things and people that will come into your life. You could, unfortunately, have had things pass by you without realizing.Â
You are ones to focus on the material world. I donât necessarily see back-breaking work, but enough to get by. Youâre numb and can only exert as much energy as you can. You donât have any battles with others, more of the battles come from yourself. You beat yourself up. But you donât realize the potential you have.
There is an older man here. A wise man. This could be someone in your life or someone who has passedâŚhe watched over you. He has so much love for you and it pains him to see the turmoil you cause yourself. He wishes to share the burden with you. He wants you to talk to him and seek his comfort. And honestly, he could offer you very good guidance/advice.Â
Decks Used: Ophida Rosa Tarot by Leila and Olive, Ethereal Visions Illuminated Tarot Deck by Matt Hughes, White Numen Tarot: A Sacred Animal Tarot Deck by AlbaBG
Dividers: @inklore
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What compliments do people say behind your back? | PICK A PILE
âËŕš How to choose: Close your eyes, take a deep breath and choose the image that caught your attention. âËŕš Disclaimer: All readings are done for entertainment only, don't use my readings as a replacement for legitimate advice. This is a general reading, so take what resonates and leave what doesn't.
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đĽ âš ęą PILE ONE ᨌ âĄ
⚠︜ââ âš ââ︜ âš
Hey, pile one! Youâve got this unforgettable presence that makes people remember you, even if they usually struggle with faces or names â but with you, itâs different. When people meet you, they canât seem to forget your face or who you are. If they were in a crowded room full of people, they wouldnât waste time talking to anyone else â theyâd be drawn to you. Even if they donât know much about you, thereâs this mystery around you that keeps them intrigued and wanting to know more. Youâre genuinely one-of-a-kind, almost like a muse in peopleâs eyes, and some might even say youâre the type of person an artist would write songs about.
People also talk about your hair, how soft it looks and how it flows perfectly in the wind. On top of that, they think youâre super photogenic â you always seem to come out looking great in photos. A lot of people assume youâve got a good, stable life going on â even if you donât always feel that way, from the outside, it seems like youâre chasing your dreams and achieving your goals. But thereâs another side to this â if youâve ever let an opportunity slip through your fingers, people might say, "you had your chance, and itâs on you for not taking it." They see you as someone whoâs tough, knows their worth, and usually gets what they want.
People think you follow your heart, maybe even a bit too much sometimes, but they know youâre reliable and that they can count on you. Lately, though, some have noticed you might be going through something, even if youâre not saying it out loud. They see you as ambitious, always striving for more â sometimes even to the point of overindulging, like spending too much on clothes or accessories. Youâre someone who doesnât like hearing ânoâ and keeps pushing until you get that âyes.â Thatâs a strength, no doubt, because youâre persistent and donât give up easily. But at the same time, some people might see it as a downside, viewing you as a bit selfish or spoiled because of how hard you push for what you want.
đĽ âš ęą PILE TWO ᨌ âĄ
⚠︜ââ âš ââ︜ âš
Hello, pile two! So, one of the first things people say about you behind your back is how sweet-hearted you are, and they absolutely love that about you. They also talk about how much stronger you are than you think, even though you might feel totally wrecked inside sometimes, lol. People see so much potential in you, like youâre capable of achieving everything you want and living the life you dream of. But hereâs the catch â sometimes you might end up just talking about it or daydreaming without actually taking action, and yeah, thatâs not helping you much.
Another thing people admire is how well you hide your emotions, especially when youâre going through tough times. Itâs like no one around you can really tell when youâre down, which can actually be a huge advantage if youâre surrounded by toxic people. Not giving them the chance to use your insecurities against you? Thatâs a power move. People also respect how you donât just let anyone into your life to mess things up. You set boundaries, and they see that. Some might take it the wrong way though â like, they could think youâre arrogant or selfish just because you donât bend to their will or things didnât go their way. But honestly, donât even worry about them, lol.
Another thing people admire about you is your independence. You handle your own problems, and itâs not like youâre out there looking for comfort or validation from others. Youâve got this "I can handle it myself" energy, and thatâs something people definitely notice. On top of all that, they also see how you know how to chill and have fun after a long day, whether itâs at work, school, or whatever. Youâve got that perfect balance of working hard and knowing when to relax.
đĽ âš ęą PILE THREE ᨌ âĄ
⚠︜ââ âš ââ︜ âš
Hello, pile three! One of the first things they compliment is that youâre an amazing friend to those around you. You have this way of calming people down when theyâre nervous, making them feel better, helping them take a deep breath, and just relax. Even though you're great at being there for others and supporting them when they need it, people have noticed that youâre not the type to ask for comfort when youâre feeling low. When you're down, people really miss your positive, high-energy vibe â some of you in this pile are even a little sassy and people love that about you, lol.
They also admire your "I donât need anyone" vibe, but little do they know, you act that way because youâre afraid of being vulnerable and getting hurt in relationships. Still, when you do get close to someone â whether itâs a friendship or something more â youâre all in. You want them to be there for you just like youâre there for them, but you donât let on about your fear of being abandoned. Youâve got this energy of "youâre either with me or youâre not."
Another thing people say is that youâve got the potential to be brilliant. You donât give up easily, no matter how tough things get, and that inspires the people around you to do the same. People also really respect how much you care about justice and equality â it seriously bothers you to see unfairness in the world, like people going hungry on the streets or religious hypocrisy. Some of you reading this are atheists, and it drives you nuts when people use religion to justify their shady actions. Youâve got a way of surprising people, whether itâs through your actions, your thoughts, or just how you handle things â people honestly never know what to expect from you, but in a good way.
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no but like. if we are going to be talking about the yaoqing trio-
feixiao and moze are in the middle of a crisis. they came to secure a prisoner, and not only is that prisoner not secure, he has in fact escaped! and is now holding their ambassador hostage! and that's if said ambassador is even still alive- for all they know, hoolay might have decided it's not worth waiting and killed him anyway. they are dealing with not only a massive diplomatic issue, but a massive threat to the security of the entire xianzhou alliance, especially to anyone who's foxian. the only silver lining is that hoolay is, for reasons they don't know, still on the luofu, but that also means that they cannot afford to make mistakes right now, because it's basically their only chance to prevent this from spiraling completely out of control. they absolutely have to be at their best here.
and also- that's their friend. he hates coriander and he makes them hot pot and he's had his heart broken too many times. he mourns every person he's ever healed and sent back out to die on the battlefield- and he came back anyway, to try and save someone who he knew was dying. how long do you think it took for him to believe that caring about them wqs worth the pain? how long do you think the two of them spent trying to figure out how to walk the line between being a soldier and having someone to come back to? how long do you think it took, for a general and assassin and a medic to decide there was something worth caring about anyway between the three of them- that even though they knew it would hurt in the end, it was worth trying?
and now one of them- that wasn't even a frontline fighter, that was never supposed to be in this position in the first place- is either dead or captive with the worst enemy of his entire species. if he's alive, then he is actively experiencing the effects of a fear toxin and surrounded by enemies who think he's property at best. so if they want to get him back, he's going to have to survive all of that and give hoolay a decent reason to keep him alive long enough for them to rescue him. and maybe the worst part is, if they have to choose- and I think all three of them know this- they cannot prioritize his safety over neutralizing the fact that hoolay presents.
on some level, of course, they had to be prepared for this. fexiao is a general. moze and jiaoqiu are her retainers. you are inevitably going to end up in a situation where one of them is in danger and the other two just have to deal with it. it comes with the territory. moze was ready and willing to leave jiaoqiu behind, and i think that's not because he doesn't care, but because that is the deal you make when you choose to care about somebody within this situation. your higher priority has to be the safety of your general and the xianzhou, in that order. and feixiao, as the general, has to prioritize the safety of the alliance above either of them.
but i think about what it must be like to try to make those plans, knowing all of this. because they were never going to be safe- not as the general of the yaoqing and her retainers- but none of that changes the fact that feixiao and moze know, keenly, that somebody they care about is being hurt. and they might, if they get this right, be able to save him- but the damage is being done as they speak, and every second they take is another second jiaoqiu suffers.
i think it must kill them, just a little bit.Â
#hsr feixiao#hsr moze#hsr jiaoqiu#yaoqing trio#yaoqing polycule#hsr analysis#hsr meta#feimoqiu#if i had a nickel for every hsr polycule i was into#that consisted of a white haired girl who was a little mentally fucked up#and a reserved purple boy#who were trying to protect their deeply traumatized third#and only half succeeding#i'd have two nickels#also no seriously what are we calling them.
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Probably dumb question from a trans guy who's struggling with actually physically and socially transitioning. I am a short, skinny, and relatively quiet human, and while I undoubtedly feel myself to be male internally and want my body to reflect that, I feel like nobody would ever take me seriously or find me attractive if I transitioned, or that I don't have what it takes to pass as a man in general due to people relentlessly perceiving me as feminine and female even when I do everything in my power to present otherwise.
I guess I'm just wondering if transitioning is even worth it for me? I'm almost 30, so I've lived as I am a long time, and as much as it makes me miserable and cuts me off from a lot of joy and vitality in life, it's all I know. I *think* I would feel better, have more confidence etc. if people perceived me as who I really feel myself to be, but the thought that there's a lot of people out there who would never accept that, and would rub it in my face that they still see me as something I loathe being seen as, makes me feel pretty hopeless about the whole situation.
No need to answer this if it's too personal a topic or anything, just wanted to run it past you since I admire you quite a bit, and you seem to have a lot of stuff figured out that I'm still working towards.
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You sound pretty confident about it being something you can't be happy without, and honestly, testosterone is a hell of a drug, so even if you won't be astonishingly hot as a guy, you'll still read 100% as male in a couple of years. Look at the before-after pictures and progress timelines of trans men, especially HRT timelines, even the ones who don't end up looking like Kratos from God of War just turn out into completely normal-looking regular guys. There are plenty of short, skinny, and quiet cis men too, and they aren't so rare that normal people meeting you for the first time would start suspecting you to be one of those 1% minority people they've heard about.
I've also had friends who know I'm trans genuinely just forget about it. This one time a friend whom I have known since we were 15 - ten years before I started testosterone - get confused when I mentioned that my gym teacher at the time always wore electric blue mascara. She asked me which teacher was that, and only when I clarified that I was talking about the female gym teacher at my school, did she remember that I was in girls' gym classes. The thought that my school had the most flamboyant drag queen makeup wearing boys' gym teacher felt like a more plausible option than remembering that I was legally classified as a girl in school back when we met.
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skip to loafer and the "i love you as a person" message
skip to loafer general spoilers
one thing that i'll always be very grateful of skip to loafer is really how they highlight so much the "i love you as a person" mindset â and how that is present in all the narrative, not only on shima and mitsumi's relationship.
this is not only important for the story's target audience, but it also opens the door to a discussion about the value of platonic relationships, which are often "denied" because they are not as "important" as romantic love. and this happens not only when mistumi tells shima that she will like him no matter what happens or who he is â the message spreads to other characters as well.
one of the examples i love most is the moment mika confesses to shima. throughout the chapter, all of her insecurities are exposed and she tirelessly hurt herself saying things like how she doesn't deserve to have someone who likes her in any way (a reflection of the way she was treated throughout her adolescence). this dissolves when shima refuses to throw away the valentine's gift she made especially for him and thanks her for all the care she took with it â an affirmation that her hard work has been recognized and appreciated. this shows mika that she is a person who deserves love and to be valued. for the first time, mika understands that she is being seen as a person, as someone who deserves to be treated well and be recognized.
i know that many people must be thinking that there was an intention for a romantic development in this scene and yes, i agree. after all, mika went to him to confess her feelings. but the way in which the scene was handled makes me think that being seen as a valid person to have feelings was worth much more to her than having her romantic feelings reciprocated â and this, in my opinion, comes back to prominence in chapter 54, when nao, once again, recognizes her pain and connects with it (the appreciation of the "self" when you find someone who understands where youâre hurt).
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(this part wasn't included on the original analysis, but later on I decided to add:
oh my god i was so focused on some very specific scenes for mika that this one slipped my mind and i feel so bad for that! this moment is one of the most important for mikaâs development and it also highlight the first time she was seen as a person (by no other than nao). since that day, mika holds nao to a very important place in her heart. i feel that she, at that time, said exactly what mika needed to hear to feel validated and to feel comfortable enough to just go back and spend the night with the girls. if it wasnât for nao at that time, mika would probably go home and regret ever making this decision â and this ties directly to chapter 54.)
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the second character i want to talk about is yuzuki and all the times she had her identity erased thanks to other people's selfishness.
since the opening of chapter 38, yuzuki talks about how she was always seen as someone whose time was numbered: there was a countdown until the day she achieved "true beauty" and began to be an object of desire, no longer a person. this not only happens thanks to the disgusting adult men that surround you, but also thanks to the friends she tried to make in middle school, one of the most important times of a childâs life, phase where they are beginning to recognize themselves as a person.
yuzuki is simply seen as a object of status to the boys in her class, while to the girls, sheâs someone who was only interested in "diminishing others with her beauty" â something she never did, but never even had the chance to defend herself.Â
Thanks to that, yuzu is forced to grow up without having an identity of her own, but one forced on her, causing her to rebel and refuse to open up to new people. she had her feelings denied, being defended only when there was a sexual/romantic interest in the mix and forced to believe that she was being selfish for denying such a privilege of being "spoiled" and "admired" by everyone, all the time.
yuzu gets her chance to be valued as a person when she enters high school and meets mitsumi and the other girls. she is, for the first time, seen as a person, seen as a yuzuki, seen as someone who has the right to impose herself and be selfish, something she has never been able to be before. her feelings are not diminished or seen as "not valid enoughâ but most importantly: sheâs finally heard.Â
and then, i think we have one of the most important âi love you like a personâ moment: the breakup chapter. chapter 46 is a huge twist to skip to loaferâs romantic narrative, which i myself appreciate a lot. kind of a personal twist here, but itâs a breath of fresh air for someone like me, a demi girl, who always had a little trouble with understanding love when i was their age â and now, basically ten years later, mitsumiâs words not only reached shima, but it also reached me and other thousands of readers who needed to hear something like that.
but well, letâs get back on track. chapter 46 is one of the first times we see shima talking about his past relationship with other people and going a little more in-depth with his relationship with his mom. the core message of it all and the core line that guides all of his personal connections is very simple and highlight why shima have so many trust issues: no one ever saw him as a person, but only as a status object, as someone who was there to be used for their own benefit. shima was used by his mother when she forced him to keep on acting, was used by his peers in a situation a little similar with yuzuki (ofc not completely equal, because we need to remember that gender roles also have a huge influence on how both stories developed (see ririka, for exemple. i have a whole thread on her as well, but this is another topic), when both felt like they were nothing but puppets to the ones around them.Â
when shima is sitting by mitsumiâs side, he starts to wonder if he really deserves all of that, if he really deserves someone like mitsumi near him. he doesnât understand his feelings as a whole, because he was never given the opportunity to really explore them and try to dissect it all â this is brought up once again on chapter 53, when he starts to discuss with mukai what it means to love someone in a romantic way (and why loving them as a person isnât enough on societyâs eyes).Â
heâs not, at any point, using mitsumi or making fun of her feelings. imagine if you were never allowed to think for yourself and then, suddenly, you have the freedom to do so. how does one express something they never had? how does one understand what it means to have a feeling, any feeling, if all they ever felt was guilt?
and thatâs when the bigger bomb hits the scene: mitsumi, seeing how troubled he is, shows how important he is and how she values him as a person. it might seem silly to a lot of people, but just hearing someone saying âi will always like you as a person, no matter who you end up beingâ when all you ever heard in your life was how useless you were, makes you whole world crumble on the spot. he was seen, he was heard, he was understood. mitsumi valued him to the point of assuring him that a romantic relationship wasnât more important than the platonic one they had. isnât that beautiful?
to finish it off, i think the conversation the girls have on chapter 57 is also extremely important to the narrative and to the overall message. by not wanting the girls to see shima in a terrible light, mitsumi is, once again, putting their relationship as friends above any other romantic relationship they could have. she shows how much she values him and how much he is important to her â she sees shima as a person, not as an object.Â
and then, makoto comes to picture with a beautiful speech about how loving someone (any kind of love, not one or another) is to hope that they are happy, content, being taking care of and being comfortable with their own feelings. by forcing someone to feel anything you selfish want, youâre not valuing them as a person with their own feelings and insecurities, but only seeing them as a way to satisfy yourself.
of course, iâm not here to defend everyone and say that they never hurt anyone. yes, shima did hurt mitsumi and she still not completely over it, but sheâs way worried with losing him as a friend than forcing something out of a relationship that both donât feel very comfortable with. mitsumi herself is also someone who is slowly understanding her feelings and understanding what it means to love romantically â but never putting the platonic side aside, since there is no right way to love someone.
thank you so much for reading!! i hope i was clear about the points i was trying to bring up, but i'm always open to discussion!!! đ
#skip to loafer#skip and loafer#iwakura mitsumi#shima sousuke#mika egashira#yuzuki murashige#nao iwakura#me having flashbacks of my own self discovery#this manga is just a gem#i will never get tired of talking about it#duckmetas#skip to loafer spoilers#skip and loafer spoilers#stl spoilers
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idk if i'm way off the mark on this, but the way some people are responding to that Guillermo del Toro interview about the decline of studio animation is a bit frustrating to me. specifically the bit where he talks about "emoji animation" and how everything is over-animated and pushed too far and things are rarely allowed to not be ultra-cartoony (y'know, because animation always needs to be marketable to children who are never trusted to have attention spans, right?). like, i think he's generally correct about it! but some folks are taking the wrong message away from that.
i've seen people going off about how "soulless" and "corporate" various recent examples are, and talking about these pieces of media as though they're the result of some kind of personal failing or lack of skill/range on the part of the animators, and it's just like. do people realize that's the only animation you're usually allowed to DO in the industry, unless you get incredibly lucky and land yourself on a project/studio that's unusually cool?
when i was in college for animation it was literally drilled into us nonstop that everything had to be pushed more, that exaggeration was not a guideline or a sometimes-treat but a hard rule that always had to be applied regardless of what was going on, because the viewer couldn't be trusted to pick up on subtlety and we sure as hell couldn't be trusted to convey it. you ever wonder why there's such a specific vibe to a lot of self-directed student films, particularly ones that are focused on character acting/interaction or deep emotions and introspection (especially when there's minimal/no dialogue)? it's because for a lot of young animators, they haven't had the freedom to experiment with realism and subtlety up to that point and they're likely not going to have it again for a while (or at all, unless their career path leads to higher positions where they might have more creative direction over the things they work on. which also becomes a lot less likely if they're anything other than a cishet white dude, for what it's worth).
i would LOVE to see more nuanced, realistic, understated motion and acting in animation. i WANT more characters to be able to express what they're feeling through natural body language and facial cues and for scenes to allow me to breathe instead of spelling everything out in giant bold flashing text all the time. what del Toro wants to see changed in the animation industry sounds great, and i hope others join him in seeking to revamp what modern animation is allowed to be.
but as things currently stand, and as they've stood for a long while now, most artists doing the grunt work on the shows and movies you see are completely at the mercy of corporations and networks who have a vested interest in producing a very specific kind of marketable and cost-efficient media all the time. (and by extension that style is ALSO what's taught in most animation schools, because their job more than anything is to grind you down into a perfect little sweatshop worker who will bend over backwards to meet quotas and get your work approved and not question the higher-ups, even if you have little to no personal investment in the projects you're working on, so that the studios who employ you can maintain their good reputations or whatever)
anyways idk what my point was here, this really just sorta became a rant and my views have undoubtedly been coloured by my own personal experiences (this kinda shit is largely why i dropped out before my last year of animation school, for the record).
i guess just be kind to folks in the animation industry? they've had it fucking rough nonstop for well over a century (the majority of them are still not unionized and there's HUGE pushback against doing so in many places). i assure you they are doing their best to infuse the latest uninspired illumination flick or weird spinoff kids' show with literally any amount of soul they can. you don't have to like the stuff that gets produced by any means! be a hater! i'm certainly not gonna stop you. just remember where these creative decisions come from and why these conditions exist, and consider that when YOU watched something and thought "hmm that could've been done better", you can bet your ass someone actually working on it probably thought the same thing but couldn't do anything about it. these things WILL change as the industry itself improves, but in the meantime folks have to pay their rent, and that usually means doing what they're told and working in a way that will minimize revisions and meet quotas so they can keep their jobs. it sucks, but it is what it is.
#buny text#long post#animation#i don't have a rant tag because i don't necessarily want to encourage myself to make posts like this frequently#but this is obviously a touchy subject that's close to home for me and it felt important to get it out#i realize i am on the Getting Super Mad At People Who Make Popular Media website so hopefully this does not bite me in the ass
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do you have any advice for a newly public creator dealing with the lingering psychic damage of a mean spirited bad faith interpretation of their work?
I know it's silly to get hung up on, but that doesn't keep the negative thoughts and hypothetical arguments from bubbling up once in a while
asking because you seem like the sort of creator who gets an exciting and unpredictable mix of adoration and bile, and yet you still seem pretty chill and extremely (admirably, inspirationally, deservedly) confident in the work you do
...or maybe the question is more like: you make good art; how do you know that you make good art? how do you keep knowing?
This is something I've had to deal with a lot recently and I'd be lying if I said it hasn't ever bothered me. In my early 20s especially I agonized over every bad faith reading someone could take on what I was making.
Eventually I realized there is no possible way to tell a story that appeals to every person on earth. Someone is going to absolutely despise what you are making no matter how hard you try but that doesn't mean it's not worth making. For every person who hates your comics and everything you do there is someone who cherishes them.
Over the years I've had a lot of really kind people reach out to tell me how much the stories meant to them or made them finally realize they were gay or trans. You have to let those messages shine brighter than the few bad ones even though the bad feel incredibly loud. Part of that comes from protecting your peace and just not engaging with bad faith messages. I also just in general have a rule of if I'm feeling really charged about something rather than post about it, I go talk to my friends instead. The people who know me best and can give me contextual advice and comfort. I don't want to encourage a space for people to pick fights and argue with each other or me.
As for confidence, I am confident in the stories because I cater the stories entirely to my particular taste. If I'm loving making it and having a good time it's going to exude confidence. If I'm holding myself back it's going to feel toothless. Characters have mess, no story is ever going to be perfect but if you have fun telling it and making it that's where the magic happens!!! I find peace in stories that are campy and messy and just someone having fun with it. If you set the bar too high for media you are 'allowed' to think is good, how will you ever clear that bar yourself???
Ultimately the answer to "how do you keep making art despite it all" is a good network of friends, cutting yourself off from negative feedback loops, touching grass, and just making your stories/art so utterly catered to you that you wake up with a burning desire to create despite it all.
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The choiceless hope in grief
Summary: Leo Valdez has lived and died for the gods. Their war has shaped his life since he was a baby. With Gaia defeated, he sort of hopes he can finally rest. He has friends and some semblance of home to return to for the first time since he was eight years old. Just this once, he allows himself to hope the good things might stick.
But the gods arenât done with them just yet, by the time Leo finds his way back, Jason is gone.
This time, Leo decides heâs done just taking the Fatesâ bullshit lying down. If getting his best friend back means striking a deal with the gods and venturing into the Underworld⌠well, itâs probably not even the most reckless thing heâs ever done.
The caveat of said deal? He has to trust Jason will follow him, or his self-doubt will doom them both.
And after the life heâs lived, Leo is so intricately familiar with self-doubt that he could probably trademark the word.
Or: The only possible way for Orpheus to succeed is if he learns to think of himself as a person worth loving.
Word Count for chapter 1: ~5k
Rating: Teen and Up
So! *claps hands together* Iâve been threatening you guys with my Orpheus Eurydice valgrace fic for a while! Technically I wanted to wait to post this until Iâm completely done writing the fic, and I mostly intend to stick to that! Iâm only posting this now because I have a minor surgery tomorrow and Iâd rather be anxious about fic related things than about the surgery in question. So, take this chapter as a preview of sorts, more to come soon-ish but probably not immediately!
A couple of important notes before we start:
-TW for suicidal ideation. Itâs less Leo actually wanting to die and more his canon behavior of âIâm doing something extremely reckless that might succeed but if it doesnât, my death is an acceptable consequenceâ, paired with general grief related self-loathing, but if you think youâre not in the right headspace to read about that, come back when you are or at least tread carefully. This fic pics up at the end of The Burning Maze, so especially the beginning is pretty heavy on the grief stuff.
-Since ToA is vaguely canon to this fic, Leo and Calypso are technically dating in the beginning, but they donât really interact positively as a couple (honestly they donât interact that much in general) and break up pretty early on. Just be aware in advance that theyâre still together for a little bit.
-Fic title is from Talk by Hozier which is maybe a painfully obvious pick but it was too perfect for me not to use it.
Chapter 1: Leo and Piper have an extended sleepover
It wasnât a discussion between Leo and Piper whether or not to go to Jasonâs funeral. They came to the decision that they wouldnât silentlyâor as silently as one could come to an agreement when all parties involved were sobbing.
Maybe it should have been a discussion. There was a part of Leo that worried heâd regret this laterâhis refusal to take this chance to say goodbye and let himself grieve.
But Leo remembered his motherâs funeral. Remembered the way his aunt Rosa had looked at him like she knew his motherâs death had been his fault. Leo couldnât stand the thought of people looking at him like that again.
He also didnât remember his motherâs funeral bringing him any sense of closure or comfort. Heâd stood at her grave, afterwards, just as desperate and afraid and utterly inconsolable as heâd been before the funeral, except it had suddenly felt sickeningly final. The wound it had torn in his soul had kept bleeding for years, and the scars would stay forever. He didnât need any of Apolloâs shitty oracles to know Jasonâs death would be exactly the same.
At this point, Leo was pretty sure his sanity was being held together by a combination of jokes and a truly questionable amount of duct tape.
Beyond all that, though, Camp Jupiter was a battlefield right now. It would continue to be a battlefield for the foreseeable future.
Leo wasnât a coward. It wasnât that he didnât want to go back and help. But one of his best friends was already in a box, and there was no way in hell heâd risk the other.
With how tightly Piper was clinging to him, maybe she was thinking the same thing.Â
For all his big talk about dragon escorts, Festus did most of the actual escorting on his own, occasionally torching what Leo hoped were monsters and not random public monuments. Leo, for his part, spent most of the journey crammed into the backseat of the car next to Piper, sandwiched between her and a bunch of moving boxes that seemed determined to flatten him into a Leo-shaped pancake whenever they took a sharp turn.
Heâd spent so long thinking about seeing her and Jason again.Â
Heâd talked Calypsoâs ear off about them the whole journey, to the point where it had clearly started to annoy her. Heâd thought about various ridiculous entrances he could make, and the fact that heâd probably get yelled at, but heâd also thought about sitting together by the campfire, sharing nachos. Heâd thought about Jason hugging him so fiercely that he couldnât breathe, and Piper cussing him out while she held him, making him promise never to do anything that reckless again.
Now Piper was actually holding him, and Leo couldnât feel anything. There was a numbness in his chest. He wasnât sure he had it in him to ever feel happiness again. Hell, even if he did, what was the fucking point? Every time anything even remotely good happened in his life, it got ripped away from him again.
They didnât talk a whole lot for most of the drive. They cried until it felt like they couldnât anymore, clinging to each other like desperate children.
Even if theyâd wanted to talk about what had happened, Piperâs dad was right there, and despite the Mist usually working overtime for them, having him overhear seemed like a gamble. Or, well, maybe that was what Leo told himself. Maybe he just wasn't sure he was ready to hear it all. He still felt like he couldnât think. He was overwhelmed to hell and couldnât stop fidgeting.
Several hours into the trip, his stomach started grumbling. Piper dug through the bag at her feet and offered him one of her PB&J sandwiches, but Leo couldnât eat. He hadnât skipped a meal in foreverâheâd been homeless and unsure when heâd even get access to the next meal enough times that it had been all but tattooed into his skull that he couldnât afford toâbut he couldnât even think about eating without feeling sick. He thought about Jason. He thought about the state heâd left Camp Jupiter in and the fact that they hadnât even been able to give the dead their proper funeral rites.
Had Leoâs help made any difference at all? Had anything heâd done in his life changed things even slightly?
Leo knew the Fates had intended for it to be fire that fellâfor him to burn in a bright, hot blaze and turn himself to charcoal. But heâd refused to stay dead like a good little pawn, and now Jason was gone, and it was all his fault.
He wasnât sure how Piper could even look at him right now, but he was beyond grateful that she was holding onto him as tightly as she did. It was the only reason he didnât fall to pieces completely. The cog at the heart of Leoâs machine had broken in a way that made it utterly beyond repair, and now it felt like a matter of time before the whole thing came apart. Piper holding him was the only reason his remaining pieces were still functioning.Â
It should have been impossible for Leo to fall asleep under these circumstances, but heâd been traveling for hours and fighting before then and heâd cried out his remaining energy, so eventually, the world started to fade around him, reduced to just the sound of Piperâs breaths, until finally, those went, too.
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It would have been kinder, maybe, if Leo had dreamed up some shitty visions promising violent death and/or the end of the world. That would have been business as usual.Â
Instead, he dreamed of his time on the Argo IIâof one of those early nights when the different groups were still getting to know each other, having a brief moment to breathe between their ridiculous tasks and saving the world.Â
It had seemed reasonable to catch each other up on what had happened on their end. Percy, Hazel and Frank had talked about rescuing Thanatos, and Piper, Jason and Leo had told them what had happened with Hera in turn.Â
This would have been a boring intel conversation at best, seeing as Leo had been there for all of their part, but theyâd grabbed snacks and sat on cushions on the floor and made it a whole bonding activity. Jason had been wedged between Piper and Leo, and theyâd taken turns storytelling.Â
And Jason had bragged. So much. But he hadnât even had the decency to brag about himself like a normal human being. Instead, heâd talked about how capable Piper and Leo had been, somehow managing to make Leo sound like the coolest person heâd ever met. Which was ridiculous, considering heâd met everyone else on their team.
And sure, Leo made it sound like he thought he was amazing all the time, but he was exaggerating, which everyone, himself included, knew.Â
Jason didnât seem to have gotten the memo, though. He had one arm wrapped around Leo the whole evening, and he got all starry-eyed when he talked.Â
âLeo took on three Cyclopes by himself. Three!â
âDude, stop!â Leo had laughed, shaking his head. âI know Iâm incredible and youâre blessed to be friends with me and stuff, but you werenât even conscious for that part.â
âStill happened, though.â Jason had beamed at him. âYouâre amazing, dude. I would have died about fifteen times on that mission if it hadnât been for you. You guys shouldâve seen him.â
It would have been easier if Leo had thought Jason was just trying to talk him up to the others to make them more willing to trust him after how badly heâd messed up in New Rome, but Jason wasnât the type. Heâd looked like he honestly believed every single word he was saying.
So, of course, Leo had refused to seriously deal with any of the things that made him feel.
âSorry, Pipes, but Iâm pretty sure your boyfriend is in love with me. Itâs the fire powers, Iâm afraid. Iâm just too hot to resist,â Leo had joked instead, and Piper had untangled herself from Jasonâs other side to throw Doritos at Leo, and everything had been right in the universe.
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Waking up from that, blearily blinking himself awake in the car full of moving boxes and rememberingâŚÂ that was a worse punch in the gut than waking up from most nightmares had been. And Leo should know. Heâd had so many of those over the years that he was basically a certified nightmare expert at this point.
Leo wanted to go back in time and spend forever in that one evening, living it over and over and over again until the Fates or a temporal paradox or something eventually killed him. He wanted to hold on to what theyâd been back thenâthe three of them together and happy and whole,back before theyâd realized what the prophecy really meant.Â
He wanted to stay wrapped in Jasonâs arm and hear him laugh at whatever stupid joke Leo came up with while he and Piper threw snacks at each other like ten year olds. He wanted to believe he could actually be the person Jason was bragging aboutâthis invincible hero that could do just about anything and saved peopleâs lives.
But Leo had never been that hero. Even his sacrifice had been the selfish decision of a coward who wasnât ready to die just yet. Jason had been their Superman. The guy who could fly and threw lightning and saved people from falling to their deaths. Jason had been the hero. And ultimately, that had been what killed him.
Leo wasnât exactly sure what he planned to do once they got to Oklahoma. He should have been heading back to the Waystation, to give Calypso the normal life heâd promised. But he wasnât thinking about Calypso, or the Waystation, and the thought of a normal life had gone out of the window the second heâd seen the coffin. Besides, the Waystation would mean people asking questions, wanting to know about his mission and asking him to talk about his feelings, and he didnât want that.
The only thing Leo really wanted to do right now was not think.Â
By the time they got to the house, it was so late that cross-country dragon flight seemed inadvisable for visibility reasons alone, so Leo agreed to stay the night. Festus nuzzled him for a bit, got a fuel snack from the canister Leo had brought and then folded down into his million pound suitcase form for the night.
It took a little under two hours to carry all the boxes inside, which was an annoying amount of time to be carrying boxes but seemed like an absurdly short amount to move the contents of an entire life.
They spent some time in search of the necessities that needed to be unpacked, but the house was still furnished and also had running water and electricity as of a few days ago, so it wasnât that bad.
While Piper went in search of some ancient camping gear so Leo wouldnât have to sleep on the floorâthis seemed silly to him, the floor was far from the worst place heâd ever sleptâLeo asked Piperâs dad if he could help with dinner.Â
Tristan looked relieved at his offer, actually. Heâd been staring at the assorted vegetables with a slightly lost expression, trying to hack at one of the zucchinis with a butter knife. It seemed like he was trying to remember how cooking worked and had just discovered he had absolutely no idea.Â
Considering how long heâd been an insanely rich guy with a personal cook, Leo guessed that actually might have been a pretty accurate read on the situation.Â
âYou might want to try a sharper knife,â Leo suggested, which made Piperâs dad look absolutely mortified. âTry not to chop off any of your fingers, though. I think Piperâs been traumatized enough for one week.â
The words were out of his mouth before Leo could think to stop them. Tristan didnât laugh, but at least it didnât seem like heâd be tossing Leo out of the house over this. Maybe he realized people sometimes said stupid shit when they were grieving. Maybe Piper had just warned him in advance that Leo was like this sometimes.
Tristan just went to find a different knife, which would have maybe been concerning if he hadnât gone back to hacking at the vegetables a moment later.
âWell, at least this one is actually cutting through the zucchinis. Thatâs already an improvement.â
âYeah, Iâm basically a cooking expert,â Leo said with a grin, only half-joking. He went to peel and chop up the carrots, and was done with those and about half the mushrooms by the time the poor zucchini had been hacked to bits.
âYou and Piper went to school together, right?â Tristan asked after a while of them quietly chopping vegetables for the casserole, trying to make sense of things with information he didnât have and that, judging from past evidence, probably would have made his skull crack. âYou and her and Jason.â
âYeah. We went to Wilderness school together.â Leo winced, trying not to think too hard of Jason while also trying to remember the lies theyâd already told Piperâs dad. At this rate, he was pretty worried his own skull would crack, too. âThen all three of us switched to a different school. Then I was gone for a while.â
Tristan nodded like this made perfect sense, though he mostly seemed lost in thought. That was a little rude, in Leoâs opinion. If he went through all that effort to remember their elaborate setup of lies, the least Piperâs dad could do was appreciate it!
âIâm glad youâre here now, with everything thatâs happened. Piper was really upset when you left,â Tristan said, still with that faraway look in his eyes. âThe last few months were hard for her. Between the move and the breakup, she really could have used a friend.â
Leo promptly lost all rights to make fun of Piperâs dad and his vegetable chopping skills because at the word âbreakupâ, the knife slipped and he nearly sliced off two of his fingers.
âFuck! Ow!â he said eloquently, trying to avoid bleeding all over the cutting board in his attempt to get to the sink. âJason and Piper broke up?â
The question sounded absurd even to his own ears. Why would Jason and Piper break up? Theyâd been happy together.
Surely, Piperâs dad had to be talking about something else.
To Leoâs shock, Tristan nodded.
âA while ago, yes,â he said, but he didnât go into detailsâpossibly because Leo was bleeding all over the sink. âWe should bandage that. Do you think you need stitches?â
âNo, the cuts arenât that deep,â Leo decided, turning on the faucet and holding his bleeding hand under the stream of cold water. Maybe he should have been more concerned about the injury, but his mind was still whirring at the thought of his best friends breaking up. Unfortunately, the cold water stung like hell. He hissed with pain. âSorry for making your kitchen look like a crime scene right after moving in. Usually, I at least have the decency to wait a day or two.â
Because the house was a small, cozy place and Leo had not had the decency to curse quietly, Piper appeared in the doorway a moment later, an alarmed expression on her face.
âWhat happened?â
âIâve been bested by a stupid potato,â Leo cursed, holding up his bleeding hand and wiggling his fingers for emphasis. He figured out immediately that this was a mistake. âOw.â
âStop that, dumbass!â Piper cursed, moving to stand beside him. âSink was the right call, but you need to use soap or the cuts could get infected. Dad, any chance we have gauze lying around somewhere?â
Tristan didnât seem to question why his daughter had immediately jumped into emergency medical treatment mode. He just abandoned the cutting board and headed for the front door.
âNot exactly sure what box our regular medical supplies are in, but Iâll get the first aid kit from the car. Iâll be right back.â
âDo we have to do the soap?â Leo whined, because fuck, that stung, but Piper nodded with a scary expression on her face, so he complied. âHow do you even know this stuff? Are we sure youâre not secretly an Apollo kid?â
âI know this stuff because Iâm friends with a bunch of morons who have zero sense of self-preservation,â Piper cursed, gritting her teeth. âYou shouldnât be around knives when youâre this distracted.â
âI can usually cook just fine when Iâm distracted. Your dad was the one who told me you and Jason broke up in the middle of this stupid potato,â Leo said defensively. âIs that the Mist messing with him?â
That was the only explanation his mind had supplied so far that made any sense to him.
Piper shook her head. âWe really did break up. That was a few months ago.â
Leo felt his jaw hit the floor.Â
âWhat the hell happened? You were together for ages. I thought- you always seemed so happy.â
âI know, but-â Piper broke off abruptly when her dad came back inside with the first aid kit. Demigod stuff, then?
Leoâs mind was racing. The breakup was a completely stupid thing to focus on, considering everything that had happened in the last few days. He knew that.
But it was easier to try and make sense of this than it was to try and make sense of the fact that Jason was gone and heâd never get to see him again.
âIs it alright if we do this somewhere else?â Piper asked her dad, taking the first aid kit from him.
âOf course. It might be easier to patch him up when youâre both sitting down, anyway.â He turned towards Leo. âThank you for your help, but I think I can take it from here.â
Leo sent a silent prayer to whichever deity was responsible for protecting vegetablesâDemeter, probably?âand gave what he hoped was an encouraging thumbs up with his uninjured hand before he followed Piper into the hallway to presumably be reprimanded some more.
~~~~ They ended up sitting on an old bed that looked like it had lived a long, miserable life and was excited for retirement, but the wooden frame thankfully didnât break down under the weight of the new mattress or the additional weight of them sitting on said mattress. Piper explained that this had been her dadâs room when heâd lived here as a child, and that it would probably become her room now. Then she went very quiet and focused on bandaging his hand, clearly avoiding looking at him.
âIt wasnât because of me, was it?â Leo asked. The thought made him feel ill. âPlease tell me it wasnât something like, I donât know, you two being unable to stand being around each other after what happened to me. I think Iâd actually have to blow myself up again if it was.â
He tried to make it sound like a joke, but it didnât feel like one at all. The thought that he'd managed to ruin his best friendsâ relationship on top of everything else made it hard to breathe.
When Piper shook her head, it felt like a whole boulder was lifted off his shoulders.
âI actually think we would have broken up sooner if you hadnât gone missing. We leaned on each other a lot after you disappeared. It wasnât until we realized we wouldnât find you and things started to settle down a little that I had time to think. And when I didâŚâ Her voice went very quiet, and she still didnât look up at him. âI realized I wasnât happy in the relationship. I donât think I ever was.â
âHow did I not know that?â Leo wondered quietly. âI just⌠you two seemed happy to me. What kind of garbage best friend am I?â
Piper shook her head. âIt isnât your fault. I was telling myself I was happy for a long time. Itâs almost- sometimes I wonder if I was charmspeaking myself. That maybe I kept saying I was in love with Jason until I convinced myself I actually was. And with Hera and my mom setting it up⌠I love-â her voice caught in her throat, and Leo felt like maybe he needed to throw up, â-loved Jason, but not like that.â
âPipes, Iâm really sorry.â Leo squeezed her shoulder. âThat sounds like it was super hard for both of you.â Leo felt awful about the fact that he hadnât even been around to comfort either of them, but it wasnât like he could fix it now. It was just another item on Leoâs unending list of epic screwups heâd never be able to make up for.
âJason was⌠well, he took it exactly like I expected him to. He was surprised, but he didnât get angry or anything. He mostly seemed okay. Part of me wonders if maybeâŚâ But whatever Piper had been thinking about, she seemed to decide it wasnât important. âIt was hard to get a proper read on him, and as nice as he was about it, things were still super awkward after. I'm terrified he died thinking I didnât care about him.â
And then she was tearing up again, and Leo thought he would shatter if she cried.Â
âHe knew you cared,â he said as earnestly as he could manage, pulling Piper to his chest again. âYou love way too annoyingly for him not to have known. Hell, even I know you love me, and we both know Iâm a fucking nightmare when it comes to this stuff.â
âI missed you so much,â she whispered, wrapping her arms around his back like it was the easiest thing in the world.
âOh, Iâm about to make you regret saying that,â Leo said, forcing himself to smile. âIâll bring it up each and every time you say you find something I do annoying.â
âYouâre annoying as hell, but youâre still my best friend.â He could feel her tears dripping onto his shoulder, and he knew that would make him start up again too. âI donât know how Iâd do this without you.â
And well, passing away from dehydration after crying too much would be a really lame way to die the second time, but everything was just too much right now, so if that was how he went, Leo wasnât sure anyone could blame him.
~~~~
For the next couple of weeks, Leo stayed.
Helping Piper and her dad unpack was the perfect way to keep himself occupied and not have to think. Usually, a mundane task like this probably would have driven Leo nuts. But right now, it was a bit of a godsendâif not literally, at least figuratively. Being productive was always so much easier when it was done in order to avoid something you wanted to do even less. There was a reason his spaces in the foster homes had only ever been tidy when he had exams coming up.
He helped cook, too, and Piperâs dad became increasingly less garbage at it the longer this went onâlike muscle memory was finally kicking in after years of disuse.
It was mostly goodâlistening to Piper reminisce about trips sheâd taken with her dad and where sheâd gotten the weird variety of items she kept in her room. When they werenât unpacking, Leo and Piper played video games or watched movies or explored the area. Twice, during the night, they took Festus on a little flight to a nearby fast food place. Finding a parking spot was a bit of a nightmare, unfortunately. Leo would submit a complaint about their inability to accommodate celestial bronze dragons the first chance he got.
The first time they tried hikingâLeo didnât even like hiking, heâd spent enough time outside for several lifetimes, why did he do this to himselfâthey got hopelessly lost in the woods, and of course, due to demigod bullshit, neither of them had brought a phone, so Google Maps wasnât an option. It was probably for the better. The last thing that situation needed on top of them being lost was a monster attack.Â
They were already jokingly planning out their new life in the woods when, thankfully, a girl their age came to their rescue.
âA human being! Thank the gods. The squirrels werenât talking to us,â Leo greeted her, which had Piper shout âPlease ignore Leo!â loudly from the branches of the tree sheâd been climbing.
The girl lifted her head, spotted Piper and promptly burst out laughing.
âWhat in the world are you doing up there?âÂ
âTrying to get a better vantage point,â Piper sighed, making her way back down the tree. âWeâre hopelessly lost.â
âWell, nice to meet you, hopelessly lost. Iâm Shel,â the girl said, still grinning. Leo decided immediately that he liked her.
Piper had almost made it back down when she somehow missed a branch and fell the rest of the way. In comedic movie fashion, Shel moved before Leo had the chance to and caught her mid-tumble. âThat was a bit of a dramatic way to get my attention, but youâre cute, so Iâll allow it.â
âOh yeah, Piperâs got a bit of a thing with falling for people that way,â Leo commented, and Piper gave him her most murderous look while she got back on her feet.
âYou guys need help getting back?â
âPlease, yes,â Piper said immediately. âIt turns out weâre both garbage with maps.â
âMaybe you just need a tour guide next time,â Shel suggested, winking at Piper, whose face turned scarlet. Leo wasnât even mad about being the third wheel for once. Heâd give her so much shit about this later.
And he did. And then Piper properly came out to himâno label or anything, mostly as extremely confused but sure she liked girls, which also made a few additional pieces click into place regarding her breakup with Jason. She ended her anxiety-riddled explanation by thanking Leo for being so normal and annoying about all this.Â
Which was how Leo realized heâd apparently never told Piper he was bi.
Or maybe he had, and it had gotten lost along with their other memories of Wilderness. Stupid memory-stealing babysitters.
Well, at least they got to hug about it now.Â
~~~~
It was strange how normal some days felt when nothing would ever truly be normal again. When in every moment Leo and Piper spent together, the gaping hole that had been ripped into their trio was so blatantly obvious.
The benefit and problem of this friendship was that Leo and Piper were both experts at not talking about things they were struggling with.Â
This wasnât exactly news. From what little Leo did remember of Wilderness School, theyâd spent months not talking about his mom, or about the fact that Piperâs dad kept canceling their weekend plans. Theyâd both known there were things left unsaid, but as long as theyâd been able to cheer each other up, that hadnât really mattered. It made sense, honestly. Put two people who hadnât had a shoulder to cry on for ages in a room together and see what happens!
Right now, this meant they were expertly ignoring the box of belongings Piper had picked up from Jasonâs school. It had been pushed so far under the bed during that first night that it was no longer visible, and neither of them made any effort to move it out of its new home since. They ignored the topic of Jason, period, until it inevitably hit them in the face again.Â
It was mostly dumb shit that set them off. Piper automatically reaching for vanilla ice cream at the grocery store because it was Jasonâs favoriteâseriously, who in their right mind even liked vanilla ice cream?
Sometimes, Leo would make a joke and burst into tears instead of laughing because he knew it would have cracked Jason up. They found old photos unpacking. One time, Piperâs dad suggested they make tacos and they started simultaneously bawling their eyes out.
Leo had spent a long time exactly like thisâpretending everything was normal and okay when it wasnât either of those things until he inevitably broke down. Then heâd started to actually feel sort of okay whenever he was with Jason and Piper. Now, he was sure he would spend the rest of his life pretending.
His appetite was too used to being stuck in survival mode for him to bow to nausea for long, so he went back to eating properly after a few days. He still cried himself to sleep most nights. He kept dreaming about Jason. The memories wrapped themselves around him like a safety blanket that he knew would get ripped away again in the morning. He always woke up feeling empty. Sometimes, he wished he could just go to sleep and never wake up again.
But other than that, it was mostly good.
Then demigod communications went back up, and everything went to hell.
âââ
Chapter notes:
Fun fact! I originally planned for this chapter (as well as the next few chapters) to just be backstory in my head and for me to maybe do a flashback or two. Unfortunately for me, Piper McLean waltzed into the room and refused to leave.
I do actually think the fic works better this way, but it will take a second to get to the plot! Hopefully youâll enjoy the whole journey :)
I may not be able to have Leo and Piper go to Jasonâs funeral without seriously messing with the plot of Tyrantâs Tomb, but I could at least pick the most evil reason possible for them not to go!
Side note: I sort of forgot that Hedge and Mellie were supposed to be here according to TBM, but by the time I remembered I already had this chapter written out and, as someone who cannot be bothered to figure out how to write them, I decided to just leave it. ToA is vaguely canon to this universe, but only for the most part. Some details are inaccurate, and I think thatâs okay.
Anyway, thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs super, super appreciated as always!!
List of people that at some point asked to be tagged when I post this: @poppitron360 @ginnyluna @keefessketchbook (feel free to comment if you want to get taken off or be put on the tag list for future chapters!)
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Prove Your Worth to Me (Brat-tamer!CEO!Nanami x Bratty!Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)
âIf you wish to leave, you can, but if you stay, you need to prove to me your worth. Iâm not a man who gives things out so easily.âÂ
Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black!Fem!Reader
Synopsis: In which you apply for a sectorial job, but the interview process is a lot more intense than you bargained for.Â
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Dom!Nanami; sub!Reader; Black-coded!Reader (but anyone can still read this); Dubcon; Coercion; Brat-taming; Mild BDSM; Bondage; Degradation & Praise; Semi-Clothed Sex; Deepthroating; Hair-Pulling; Spitting; Mutual Oral; Doggystyle Over the Desk; Nanami Talks on the Phone While He F*cks You; Edge Play; Namecalling; Unprotected Creampie; Facial; PLOT TWIST
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writerâs Note: This is how I'm coping. Rest in peace, Kento. You were the best man & the best baby daddy ever. Imma come & help you build that house on the beach -Jazz đđ
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You sit in the waiting room in the pristine office, your fingers clutching your bag to stop your hands from shaking.Â
You're so nervous. Job interviews always seem to do damage to your nerves and confidence, even though youâve done them many, many times before.Â
âThis is no different,â you think to yourself, practicing the mantra youâve had in your head for a week preparing for this interview. âItâs just an interview. Heâs just a person. You are confident, intelligent, and a boss ass bitch, whether you get this job or not.âÂ
But fuck, you hope you get it. Itâs a really good position: a secretarial/assistant position for Kento Nanami, the CEO of Nanami Enterprises which specializes in human resources, charitable work, and citywide issues. Mr. Nanami is well-known throughout Japan as an entrepreneur and a very generous man, rich in intelligence and skills as well as money.
Seriously, the man is loaded. He is in every magazine, including Forbes, and has traveled all across the world closing business deals.Â
He is also extremely handsome. Youâve seen his face many times in the media with his sharp jaw, intense eyes, and neatly-cut blonde hair. Youâve heard he is taller in person (and bigger at that). Youâve seen him at press conferences and dinner parties, photographed in his expensive suits or even coming off of a private jet in his sunglasses, a permanent, stoic expression on his face. Youâve wondered many times what he looks like out of his designer clothes as any woman would to an attractive man.Â
But now that youâre about to meet him, all of this hits you much differently. Now that youâre sitting here in his pristine waiting room with its coffee machines and packaged snacks for clients and hearing the buzz of work activityâphones ringing; heels clicking across the floor, etc.âmakes your heart scatter in your chest. Your palms sweat so frequently that you have to wipe them off on your pencil skirt every five minutes. You donât know if you can handle any of this.Â
And you hate feeling this way. You know how good you are with job interviews. Every one youâve sat for after applying, youâve received. You take pride in the way youâre perceived, especially when it comes to appearance. Though your interview is at 10am today, you woke up at damn near the ass crack of dawn and primped yourself. You ironed your outfit, choosing a cream-colored blouse that you tucked into your pencil skirt, nylon stockings, and heels. You curled your hair. You spritzed on sweet-smelling perfume. You even planned your makeup look several days beforehand which has been executed well.Â
You look goodâŚbut you don't feel good. How are you possibly supposed to nail this interview if you canât even stop your hands from shaking? âStop it,â you hiss to yourself, glad that youâre the only one in the waiting room. âYou will get this job. You deserve this job.âÂ
And it sounds like a good job position. Like, one that any person would strive to possess in this materialistic world where capitalism rules the earth. You found it on Glassdoor and as soon as you read the description and qualifications (a college degree, certain skills, attitude, etc.), you applied.
As a secretary working here, you would be working closely with Nanami as his personal assistant to help him take care of his work and anything he doesnât have a chance to get to, such as scheduling appointments and meetings for him, and attending them in some cases, making and taking calls, and other office and secretarial work. The pay is much better than your current job that you desperately want to leave.
Youâre tired of working underneath an asshole who only cares about his money and could give less of a shit about his employees or their issues.Â
Were you expecting Maki, one of Nanamiâs assistants, to reach out to you? Definitely not. But here you are, sitting primped, polished, and positively terrified two weeks later after receiving that joyous email for an interview. You just hope you can hold onto your wits andâÂ
âMs. L/N?â You startle at the sound of your last name and look up into the eyes of Maki from behind her glasses. She stands at the threshold of the waiting room in a black turtleneck and slacks that hug her toned frame. You can already tell she has every man in here simping for her. âMr. Nanami is ready for you now,â she says. Though she doesnât smile, her tone is warm. âI have to deliver something, so one of his other assistants will walk you to his office.âÂ
âT-Thank you,â you say, cringing slightly at your stutter. If Maki notices, she doesnât act as if she does and doesnât mention it. She leads you halfway across the hallway to introduce you to Mai, a shorter version of Maki with no glasses, short hair, and wearing a low-cut red blouse that probably would drive any guy crazy. âGosh, you are gorgeous!â She gushes as soon as she sees you. âAnd your hair looks fabulous. Youâd definitely turn heads here.âÂ
You smile bashfully while Maki rolls her eyes. âCan you please just take her to Nanamiâs office for her interview?â she sighs. âYou know he hates lateness.â She gives you a nod then, her eyes kind despite how intense they seem. âGood luck, Ms. L/N,â she says before heading off to do her work, her hips swaying in her slacks.Â
âSheâs something, isnât she?â Mai giggles as she presses a button to one of the elevators next to you. âThatâs my sister. Sheâs always that sweet and bubbly.â She gives you a wink. You giggle to yourself, deciding you like both of them and you wonder what the rest of the team here is like.Â
Mai presses the elevator button to the upper floor and leads you inside the damning doors that automatically shut once you are both inside. Silence swells around the tiny box and you can hear your heart pumping madly in your head. You see Mai look at you out of your peripheral version. âNervous?â she asks. You give her a sheepish smile. âDoes it show?â you chuckle.Â
âHe really isnât a tough guy,â Mai says, contrary to what you think. âHe just likes everything to be perfect and detailed, right down to the T. Judging by your resume, I think youâre fit for the job!â She gives you a bright, comforting smile that is impossible to ignore or not feel. You thank her for the compliment, feeling somewhat better. One the elevator doors open on the floor, she walks you down the pristine hallway with marble walls and grey carpeting until you come to two oak double doors.Â
Mai smiles at you despite you wanting to book it. âRight this way,â she says, motioning to the door. âThis is his office right here.â She knocks for you three times, loud and clear. âCome in,â a deep, clear voice calls out. It sends shivers down your spine. Maki opens the door then and itâs like the gates of Hell opening for you.Â
You are met with a gorgeous, spacious office that is fit for a CEO. On one side is a lounging space with a flat-screened TV, black leathered seats, and a bookcase filled with books of all genres and kinds. On the other is a kitchenette with all stainless steel appliances, including a fridge, freezer, microwave, dishwasher and dryer, and a mini bar where a bottle of scotch and a wine rack sit. In the middle sits a wide, polished, oak desk with a large glass window overlooking the city where a man sits behind his laptop and a mug of coffee.Â
A very handsome man at that. His jaw is sharp, his face slim, not a stitch of facial hair anywhere on his face. His blonde hair is combed and styled perfectly almost if he purposely styled each strand. When he looks up, youâre taken aback by not only his looks but the aura he gives off. It is powerful and intimidating despite his calm and cool demeanor. Itâs only intensified by the gray suit jacket he wears over a crisp blue button-up shirt that heâs paired with matching slacks, red bottom shoes, and a yellow, leopard-printed tie. You nearly giggle at the way the tie stands out against the rest of his outfit, giving him a hint of personality.Â
When his green eyes meet yours from across the room, you feel all of the air in your body leave you. A current of electricity courses from your body to his, making the room feel tense despite the coolness of the office. He gives you a stoic expression as if he is irritated that he was interrupted. âYour 10 oâclock is here, sir!â Mai brightly announces. âFor Y/N L/N?âÂ
Nanamiâs eyebrows raise slightly. âAh, yes,â he replies. He stands from his desk, giving you a chance to see how tall he is. The man is nearly six foot! You swear that you nearly fall out right there. âMy interview. Thank you, Mai, that will be all.âÂ
Mai respectfully bows before turning on her heel to face you. âGood luck,â she whispers with a wink before closing the door behind you. Then itâs just you and him. You stand near the door while Nanami comes around the front of the desk, still keeping that same cool, blank expression. You feel like a deer who is being sized up for dinner by a lion. âSo youâre here,â he says. âAnd only two minutes late.âÂ
You feel embarrassment flood you, making you hot all over you. You know heâs testing you, trying to make you break right off the batâŚbut you wonât let him. You clear your throat and meet him halfway, putting your hand out for a shake. âMr. Nanami,â you calmly say. âItâs a pleasure to meet you. I arrived here ten minutes early than my scheduled time, but one of your assistants had to leave me for work duties.â You give him a smile as the cherry on top. âSee? Iâm good.â
Nanamiâs eyebrows raise slightly, obviously impressed by your quick-wittedness and ability to read the room. âNot bad,â he praises you. âThe pleasure is all mine, Ms. L/N.â His larger hand meets yours, giving you a chance to feel his calloused palm and thick fingers. You try to avoid thinking about them around your neck. âPlease, have a seat.âÂ
He motions to the cushioned seats in front of you while he takes his seat behind his desk, shutting his laptop. "Youâll have to forgive me for my tartness. I had a no-show earlier for an 8 oâclock meeting and Iâm not a man of those.â You nod understandably. âItâs okay,â you say. âI can understand that. Iâve never been a fan of no-shows either.â You cross your legs as you sit, folding your hands in your lap.Â
âAre you referring to your current job as a research assistant?â he questions. The corner of his lips twitch at the look of shock you give him. You damn near forgot where you work at! âI did my studying for today. Your resume is very interesting.â Interesting. You donât know whether to be happy with that statement or nervous. âOhâŚthank you. I actually have it here with me as a copy.âÂ
You go into your bag where you retrieve a folder and several copies of your resume. You pass one to Nanami who barely cracks a smile at the fact that you are prepared. He must be trying to size you up, see if youâre fit for the position. You watch him read over the paper, his index finger dragging over each section.
âSo you graduated with a 3.8 GPA with a Bachelorâs Degree in marketing and communications,â he points out. You nod, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. âYes, originally, I was studying political science, but I changed my major during my sophomore year.âÂ
âMay I ask why?â he asks, raising a curious eyebrow. Youâre more than happy to give him an answer. âPolitics can become too messy in my opinion, not to mention that the major was extremely competitive. I was also working as an intern at the time and on theââÂ
âCheerleading team,â he finishes. âYes, thatâs listed here in your extra curriculum activities, but you left the team during your senior year, it appears.â He gives you a sharp look that is pushing you to give him an explanation. Your brain grasps for straws. âUmâŚsenior year is a busy time for all students,â you quickly explain. âAt the time, I was just trying to finish school so I could graduate on time, which I accomplished, fortunately.âÂ
Nanami only gives a âhuhâ at this which isnât the response you are looking for. âHuhâ as in âoh, thatâs interestingâ or âhuhâ as in âthis bitch isnât reliable and canât handle shit when shit gives toughâ?Â
âLetâs talk about your current position.â He folds his big, calloused hands on top of his desk, on your resume. âIt seems like a promising position. Why do you want to leave there and come work here?âÂ
You sit up straight, happy that you practiced for this exact question. âWell, I just believe itâs time for me to move onto something new; preferably onto a new company that has a diverse team and benefits for its employees. I believe that your company does so.â Nanami leans forward slightly, peering deep into the recesses of your soul behind his spectacles. âSo what exactly do you think you can offer this company, Ms. L/N?â he asks. âOr more specifically, what can you offer me?âÂ
Your stomach drops. You didnât practice for this question. âU-UmâŚIâm a quick learner,â you reply, forcing yourself to keep eye contact. âIâm not afraid to ask questions if Iâm unsure, but Iâm also not afraid to lean on myself for answers. I work well independently as well as in a team. Iâm hardworking, determined, and detail-oriented. Iâm also willing to do whatever work is necessary to succeed.âÂ
Nanamiâs eyebrows raise once more. âWhatever work necessary?â he parrots, quiet interest in his tone. âElaborate on that for me. What kind of work or things would you be willing to do in order to succeed at this company, Ms. L/N?âÂ
Your brain begins to jump from place to place, grabbing at whatever. âStaying longer hours,â you decide. âI know this is a 9-5 position, but if you ever needed me to stay longer to get a head start on work or complete something, Iâd be willing to do so. Iâm also good at creating Powerpoint presentations for meetings. A-And Iâm well-organized.â Now youâre stuttering. Stumbling over your answers. Youâre fucking up! Heâs going to see your nervous and unconfident and put you on the chopping block!Â
Nanami stares you down for a moment longer, making you feel like youâre on trial and heâs a judge, before leaning back in his seat. He places his hands in his lap, ever poised and sexy. âHm,â he hums. âAs much as I appreciate your willingness to stay longer hours, Ms. L/N, I will be honest with you: youâre not the first person who Iâve interviewed who gave me all of this jargon in hopes of getting the position and then didnât deliver on any of their promises or skills.âÂ
You nervously gnaw on your bottom lip, gripping your hands to force them to stop shaking. âIâm sure you have,â you quietly reply, âbut Iâm also sure I can change your mind and prove that Iâm worthy of this position, Mr. Nanami.âÂ
Something sparkles in Nanamiâs forest-green eyes and the corner of his mouth twitches. âWorthy?â he questions. âThatâs a new one: worthy.â He tests it out on his tongue as if itâs a new kind of food. Something foreign to him. He leans towards you once more, placing his hands on the desk. âWell, let me ask you this: do you think that youâre confident enough to work beside me if you do happen to get this position? Because from what Iâm seeing, youâre not.âÂ
Youâre so busy thinking about how handsome he is that you nearly miss his criticism. But when you catch it, you feel cold like you were just dunked in a pool of ice. You stare at him, dumbfounded. âExcuse me?â you ask, squinting at him.Â
Nanami barely reacts to your reaction. âYou stutter a lot,â he bluntly points out. âWhether out of habit or because youâre nervous which shows the employer, which is me, that youâre not confident in your words or thoughts. Then itâs in your body language: your shoulders are up by your ears and obviously tense, your skin is flushed, and your hands are shaking.âÂ
And heâs right. You can feel how tense and hot you are; how shaky and unbalanced you feel. You feel like crawling under the chair youâre sitting in and hiding from his scrutiny. But you also wonât allow him to expose you like this. âWell, I would think that nervousness is a common human emotion,â you retort.Â
He nods, giving you a point for your fairness. âIt isâŚbut judging by your resume, Iâm sure youâve sat through many job interviews, and got the jobs as Iâm seeing here.â He takes his glasses off, revealing his naked eyes to you. âSo what makes this one so different? Why are you so nervous to be here with me today?âÂ
You can tell heâs trying hard to make you crack. Heâs trying to see if youâre able to handle the pressure. Though you feel nervous and embarrassed, you also feel incredibly pissed. How dare you try to grill you like this? You canât let him win this. You wonât. âMr. Nanami,â you carefully say, your tone calm yet firm, âI understand what youâre trying to do here, but Iâm not really appreciating it. It seems like more of a grilling session than a job interview. Arenât we supposed to be talking about the job?âÂ
Nanami barely even blinks. âWe have,â he replies. âAnd now Iâm trying to decide if you are seriously fit for such a position. I take my work very seriously, Ms. L/N, and I need to be sure that you will take my work, as well yours, seriously as well. I canât have you cracking under pressure or second-guessing things. Those are all signs of being unconfident.â He leans forward, squinting his eyes at you. âNow, do you think you can handle it?â he questions.Â
You want to say yes, but you know heâll argue with you. Heâll come up with all kinds of logic to tell you why you arenât qualified for this position. So you keep quiet instead, just staring him down and forcing yourself to not look away. The more you stare, the hotter you get until you realize that itâs not out of embarrassment. This heat is out of attraction. Despite your anger, heâs just so goddamn fine! So you look down at your shoes, too afraid for him to see your true feelings under the anger.
Finally, Nanami heaves a sigh and shakes his head. âIâm sorry, but I donât see it,â he sighs. âIâm afraid this is where weââÂ
âWhat?â you snap, causing him to stop short. You glare at him, enraged. âThatâs it? You bring me in here for an interview just to tell me youâre not hiring me because you donât think Iâm confident?â You square your jaw at him and put a hand to your chest. âI am confident,â you hiss. âIf you let me show you, I can prove it to you, Mr. Nanami.âÂ
Now, Nanami smirks. It's rousing and mocking, angering you even more. âOh,â he nearly chuckles. âSo now you want to look at me. And your emotions are easily roused which could complicate your work if you were to work here.âÂ
The room has gotten too hot. Too tense. You canât handle this. If youâre here any longer, youâll surely jump over this desk and wring his thick neck. âYou know what?â you scoff haughtily. âI donât need to sit here and be criticized like this. I may want this job, but I donât want it that much to allow myself to be grilled like this.â You abruptly stand from your chair, nearly knocking it over. He looks up at you, his expression cool.Â
âThank you for your time, Mr. Nanami,â you nearly growl. âHave a good day.â You then whip around to storm out of the office, prepared to leave and never return. Â
âStop.â The command cuts through the air along with Nanamiâs deep voice. You do so and turn to face him, confused. He is still sitting down, his steely eyes glaring at you from across the room. âSit down,â he orders. You gawk at him. Is he serious right now? âWhy?â you cackle. âSo you can go and grill me some more on why Iâm not a good candidate for this position? Thanks, but noââÂ
âI said.â The sound of his chair squeaking across the floor stops you short. He stands behind his desk, blocking the window with his big, tall frame. His expression is dark and intimidating, his eyes daring you to argue with him again. âSit. Down. Y/N.â His tone is hard as steel with a slight undercurrent of a growl underneath.Â
You stand there, taken aback at his change in demeanor. And even more so in the way it makes you feel. You feel tingly and hot, specially between your legs. Nanami continues to stare at you, silently daring you to disobey his order. Against your better judgement, you slowly walk back over to his desk on legs that feel like Jell-O and sit down. Your eyes find your shoes again, afraid to look into his as he sits back down behind his desk.Â
âYou really think you got it like that?â he asks. âYou really think that you have what it takes to work for me? With me?â Your heart flips wildly at his questions and the roughness to his tone. He seems so calm and collected. Who the fuck is this? âAnswer the question,â he demands.Â
You swallow roughly before opening your mouth. âYes,â you breathlessly reply.Â
That is all Nanami needs to hear. He stands again, coming around the desk to stand beside you. You tremble, harshly biting your lip. âYou said youâd prove to me your confidence and other assets that you can bring to this position if I let you.âÂ
Zzzzip. The familiar sound of a zipper coming down stops you short. You turn your head toward him in time to see his hips and crotch in your face and his hands working his belt off. âWell, now Iâm letting you.â Your eyes follow his hands as he shrugs his pants down his waist before reaching into his Armani briefs to reveal his throbbing, hard, veiny cock to you. âShow me what you mean, Ms. L/N. Prove to me your worth.âÂ
Your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. This canât beâŚhe isnâtâŚhe canât⌠âW-What is this?â you gasp. âMr. Nanami, you canâtââÂ
âCanât what?â he asks. You look up at him, seeing nothing but molten lust in his eyes. âDonât act as if you weren't hoping Iâd do this to you. You wore that skirt and those heels for an obvious reason than to just seem presentable.â He nods at your outfit, making you feel ashamed. âAnd don't think I didnât catch the way you looked at me when you walked in or the way you kept crossing and uncrossing your legs under the table. Youâre fucking feening right now, aren't you, brat?âÂ
Brat. The name and the sharpness of his tone makes your stomach flip. âWhat?â you squeak. âIâm not aââÂ
âTalking back too?â he tsks. He places a hand on the back of your hair, near your scalp. âThat just wonât do. A girl like you needs to be put in her place, donât you agree?â He places his other hand on his cock, slowly pumping the hardened shaft in your face. âThis is your decision, Y/N,â he huskily says. âIf you wish to leave, you can, but if you stay, you need to prove to me your worth. Iâm not a man who gives things out so easily.âÂ
Your eyes tick from him to his cock, back and forth like ping pong balls. You weigh your options carefully: if you say no, youâre out of a really good job and will be forced to return to the dreaded application process, but if you say yes, youâll be nothing but a cock-sucking slut. What if he doesnât even give you the job?Â
âSo whatâs it gonna be, little girl?â Nanami hums. Looking back down at his cock, you take your chances. You wrap one tentative hand around the base of his dick, causing him to shimmy closer to you so heâs closer to your mouth. You then begin pressing light kisses around the head and length of his cock, feeling how warm his skin is against your lips. âThere we are,â he softly moans. âGood girl.âÂ
The praise causes your pussy to twitch in delight and you find yourself beginning to lick up and down his long cock while your hands pump the base. He feels so heavy and thick in your hand. As you do this, soft moans drip from Nanamiâs lips, deep and arousing. Your tongue and soft hands on him cause him to reach into his briefs to pull out his heavy balls, letting them hang as you continue to pump him. Your mind is racing, your eyes moving to the door ever so often.
Nanami catches you and chuckles to himself. âDonât worry; my door has an automatic lock. Maki was only able to open it because I left it unlocked in the case of an appointmentâŚ.or in the case of visits from horny little sluts like you.âÂ
You whimper at his degrading words, still slobbering along his cock and wetting it with your saliva. Finally, Nanami stops you and takes your chin into his hand, forcing you to look up at him. âSo if I were to tell you that I was stressed and in need of relieving, what would you say to that?â he asks. The question would sound random to anyone else, but you know what he means right off the bat.Â
So you give him the answer he is searching for: âIâd ask if I could help you,â you softly reply, your voice breathy and soft. Nanamiâs cock twitches in response. âThen show me,â he demands, taking his cock and gently smacking the head against your chin. âOpen your mouth for me, brat.â Â
And you do so. As soon as your open your mouth, Nanami is hypnotized by your tongue and thick, juicy lips spread open for him. He angles his hips towards your mouth and slowly pushes inside, groaning as he does. âChrist!â he grunts, gripping the back of your head. âYour mouth is so tight and wet, darling.âÂ
Your moans are muffled as his cock slides into your mouth, stretching out your jaw. Your eyes, stinging with tears, widen at how large he is. Youâve never had a cock this big in your mouth before. Your eyes tick up at Nanami, watching as he strips himself of his suit jacket before unbuttoning his shirt. He reveals his bare, toned chest and hard, pink nipples as he begins to roll his hips against your mouth, forcing you to take more of him. âCome on, brat,â he demands. âTake my cock. Isnât this what you were after?âÂ
His shaft slides against your tongue, filling your mouth and senses with nothing but the salty taste of his pre-cum, the scent of his cologne in your nostrils, and the feeling of his hand gripping the back of your head. He pushes you down onto his cock, forcing himself into your throat. A gargled moan leaves your lips as he throws his head back and groans at the feeling of being trapped inside your hot, tight throat. âIâll go nice and slow, okay?â he coos.Â
He then begins to slowly roll his hips against your mouth, causing his cock to plunge in and out of your throat, getting deeper each time. His heavy balls swing against your chin, becoming wet with the spit that has begun to pool and drip over your lips. Nanami tuts at the sight of you being a slobbery, sloppy mess for him as he fucks your face. âSuch a mess,â he sighs. âJust a dirty, bratty little slut, doesnât even know how to keep herself clean.âÂ
He wraps a hand around your braids and forces your head back, yanking his cock out of your mouth. You gasp at the sharp sting coming from your scalp. âYou want this?â he murmurs, staring down at you. âYou want this cock? Tell me no and Iâll stop.â Your eyes stare at the cock, now shining in your saliva, bobbing in front of you. Your pussy clenches impatiently in your panties, gushing all in the cotton article of clothing. You want this. You want him. âYes,â you whisper. âYes, I want your cock. Please give it to me, sir.âÂ
Nanami closes his eyes and inhales as if your words are a drug that he just got a hit of. âCall me Kento, darling,â he says as he plunges his cock back into your mouth. âThough âsirâ does sound quite nice.â He begins to thrust his hips roughly into your mouth, fucking your throat like it is his own personal toy. âItâd be aâŚfuckâŚa joy to hear you call me that every single day IâŚshit, darlingâŚcome in here. Even better to hear you moan it. Wouldnât that be nice?âÂ
Your words are a garbled, mumbling mess around his cock, your voice taken from the sound the lewd, sloppy sounds leaving your lips as he mercilessly fucks your throat. You gag and spit around his shaft, earning praise by his orgasmic moans and grunts. The more he fucks your mouth, the harder his grip on your hair gets until you can feel your scalp burning. But you endure it. You also find yourself enjoying the bite of pain along with the feeling of being used. This is so degrading: being used as a fuck toy in such a way.Â
And you love every second of it.Â
âFuck!â Nanami growls, finally pulling his throbbing cock out of your mouth. It bobs against your lips before he pulls away, slowly pumping the appendage in your face. You gasp, finally free to breathe. You are a complete mess, saliva dripping down your chin and staining your blouse; hair askew; makeup ruined. The blonde man stares down at you, your hair still wrapped in his fist. âLook at you,â he huffs. âYouâre a fucking mess. Came in here all pretty just to get ruined by me, didnât you?âÂ
You whimper at his words, your pussy tingling. His thumb moves across your plump lower lip, spreading the saliva across your lips. âOhâŚdoes my little brat love being degraded?â Hot embarrassment makes you flush. âN-No, IââÂ
Youâre silenced by Nanamiâs hand squeezing your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker. âLying?â he sharply asks, his gaze dark. âYou have the nerve to fix your mouth to say that shit to me yet your body betrays you.â He nods down at your thighs that clench together and your hardened nipples that have begun to poke through the mesh fabric of your bra. âI guess you need some attention too,â he sighs. âI just canât decide whether you really deserve my touch.âÂ
He unhands you then, stepping away from you and leaving you feeling empty. The stinging sensation coming from your scalp and throat are all that remain of him. You feel like youâre burning up. Thereâs an all-consuming fire eating at your body and between your legs. You need him. You bend down to press your head to his shoes, your trembling hands grasping his pant legs. âPlease, sir,â you beg. âPlease touch me. You canât leave me like this!âÂ
An aloof chuckle leaves Nanamiâs lips. âOh, I canât?â he asks. âI canât let you walk out of here with that pussy gushing for me and that mascara running?â You desperately whimper and babble pleas for more, the aching of your sobbing, wet pussy too much to bare. Fortunately, itâs enough for Nanami to give in.
âOh, alright,â he pitifully sighs, "but only because you look so oh-so pathetic. And you did such a good job sucking my cock just now. Stand up.â You immediately rise to your wobbly feet as soon as the order is uttered. Nanami gives you a hot stare as his hand trails up the front of your blouse. âLetâs get these fucking clothes off,â he growls impatiently. âOh, and I almost forgot.âÂ
Suddenly, his lips are on yours, rough and wanton. You moan into the kiss as his hot, wet tongue begins to explore yours, swirling around your mouth and tasting himself off of your tongue. His kiss is hungry and hard; not at all soft or romantic. He is desperate for you. Breathy groans and gasps leaves his lips as his hands begin to quickly unbutton each button to your pretty silk blouse. Soon, he becomes impatient and ends up tearing the thing off of you, resulting in a button flying off.Â
You gasp, pulling away from the sloppy kiss as he flings your top open to reveal your lacy black bra. âSir!â you shout in protest. âKento, please! Youâll ruin it!â He tears the rest of the top off of you, pulling it off of your arms and tossing it to the side like it didnât cost you a pretty penny. Nanami rolls his eyes at your dramatics. âYou can rest assure youâll be receiving the money for new clothingâŚif you do a good job for me now, that is.âÂ
As his lips and tongue find yours again, his veiny hands then begin to slide up and down your chest, fondling your breasts over your bra cups. You softly moan at his touch into his mouth, the tingling sensation youâre feeling between your thighs quickly growing. He pulls away from the kiss, gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth. âMmm, such gorgeous breasts you have, darling,â he groans. âToo bad they belong to such a slutty brat.âÂ
Without warning, he slides your bra straps down your shoulders and slides the bra cups down to reveal your breasts and hard, brown nipples, pebbled by the cold and your arousal. A crazed look crosses Nanamiâs eyes before he ducks down to capture a nipple into his mouth. âShit,â you gasp, your hands finding his hair. His tongue wraps around your nipple, lapping at the tiny bud as his hand works your other breast, fondling it.Â
Your mouth falls open and your eyes flutter closed at the new sensations youâre feeling. He then switches to the other, sucking and tugging on the nipple with his teeth, smirking at your sharp intake of breath. He alternates between each nipple, sucking, lapping, and licking at each like a hungered man desperate for water. With each torturous second, the tingling and ache in your cunt grow, making you go nearly insane. âA-Ah,â you moan. âK-KentoâŚfuck, sir, please!â You arch your back, pushing your breasts further into Nanamiâs mouth.Â
He chuckles, pulling away from your nipple with a string of saliva dripping from his bottom lip. He looks up at you, his eyes shimmering with lust. âGetting worked up over having your nipples sucked? Such a sensitive little thing you are, Ms. L/N. Now bend over.â You blink at him, momentarily confused and still recovering from the foreplay. âW-What?â you nimbly ask.Â
Nanami gives you a stern look, a darkness coming over his gaze. âI didnât stutter, brat,â he growls. âIf I tell you to do something, you do it. How else will I be able to depend on you for this job?â He peels himself away from your naked breasts and nods at his desk. âNow bend over my desk now before I do it for you.â He then cracks one of his hands at his sides, the sound of his knuckle cracking making you gulp (and cream in your panties).Â
You do as he says and bend over his desk, being careful to not knock over his laptop, mug, or papers. You brace your hands against the oakwood surface, biting your lip when you feel Nanamiâs presence behind you. Youâre a wreck before he even touches you, but when he finally slides his hands up your skirt to grip your thighs, youâre shaking. His hands move all across your thighs and backside, gripping your ass over your skirt. âDamn this skirt,â he growls. âDamn this ass of yours. Apologies, darling, but I have to spank you. After all, you deserve punishment for such naughty behavior.âÂ
He leans down toward you, his minty breath in your face and lips at your ear. âDo you want your punishment, slut?â he questions barely above a whisper. Pathetically, you nod, arching your back and presenting your ass to him. âY-Yes, sir,â you reply. âPlease punish me. Make me your good girl.âÂ
That answer pleases Nanami. He slides your skirt up to reveal your assââand the lace, black panties underneath your nylon stockings. âBrace yourself, darling; my hands are rough.âÂ
Spank! The moment Nanamiâs hand makes contact with your asscheek, you jump and gasp at the stinging sensation. His hands really are rough. Nanami chuckles at your reaction. âYeah, you like that, naughty girl?â He does it again invoking a low, desperate moan from the deepest depths of you. Spank! âYâknow, I saw you staring at my hands earlier.â
Spank! âI bet all you thought about in that dumb little brain of yours is me bending you over and doing this to you.â
Spank! âI bet you want someone to come in and find us like this, your pretty ass bent over my desk.â
Spank! Spank! Spank!Â
He does this again and again, punishing your ass until it is stinging and possibly red with his handprints on each cheek. Though it hurts and brings tears to your eyes, it also makes you wetter. The pain mixed with your pleasure is one intoxicating cocktail that you can't get enough of. Soon, your pussy has a heartbeat and it throbs impatiently, ready for something to be inside of it.
âSir, please!â you whine, gripping the desk for dear life. âI canât take it anymore! Iâm sorry for being such a brat!âÂ
âMmm-hmm,â Nanami hums, pleased with your confession. You feel him begin to yank at your stockings, pulling the waistband down your hips. âI bet that pussy is too,â he murmurs as he quickly pulls your stockings down your legs. He is rough and ends up putting a tear in one of them, but youâre way too horny to care. He then reaches your panties and pulls them down, groaning at the way your pussy lips stick to the cotton fabric. âAnd she is. Just look at how sheâs crying for me.âÂ
You can feel how wet you are judging by the way your pussy tingles in the cold. Nanami bends down and gently blows on it, causing you to tense and softly whimper at the tiny bit of contact. âSuch a beautiful pussy you have,â he coos. âAnd all for me.â Before you can even take a breath, he is gently prying your asscheeks apart and spitting on your pussy before digging in and slurping his saliva back up.Â
As he does this, his tongue swirls along your clit and his pillowy-soft lips cushion your pussy, running along your slit as he plays with your cunt with his mouth. You gasp, moan, and sob into the desk, wanting to dig your nails into the oakwood with how good he is. He eats your pussy like itâs a profession of his, taking his time getting to know the ins and outs of you. He even slides his hand up to gently run his thumb over your puckered asshole while he tongue fucks you, groaning appreciatively at your taste.Â
Your toes curl inside your heels and your hands grasp to grab for something only to get polished wood beneath you. Youâve never gotten so close so quickly before. Usually, it takes a while for a man to get you even a mile from cumming, but not with Nanami. He moves his mouth and tongue with precision against your clit, moving between fast and slow depending on how your body reacts.
But when his thumb begins to caress your asshole, you just about lose it. âOh, God,â you sob, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes. âKento, just fuck me. I need you to fuck me!âÂ
ThenâŚnothing. The feeling of your nearing orgasm fades. Nanami stops eating you out immediately and youâre left wondering what happened. His hand suddenly finds your hair and roughly yanks it back, causing you to release a strangled gasp. It hurts way more than earlier, his grip tight and merciless.
He bends his face down to meet yours, his eyes dark and almost frightening. âYou don't tell me what the fuck to do, brat,â he growls. âI decide what to do to your body. Me. Understand?âÂ
His grip tightens more and the stinging in your scalp of your braids being yanked nearly makes you see God early. âYes!â you sob. âYes, sir, Iâm sorry! This pussy just needs you so bad!â Finally, he loosens his grip and releases your hair, emitting a weak moan of pain from you.Â
âAlright, brat,â he cooly says. âIâll fuck youâŚbut weâll do it my way. Put your hands behind your back, wrists crossed.âÂ
You do as youâre told, putting your hands behind your back and crossing them over one another. You then feel Nanamiâs funny-looking tie wrap around your wrists, tightening them and securing them behind your back.
You softly gasp at the sensations of being restricted to which Nanami pauses. âGood?â he asks. You nod and he proceeds to continue to tie your wrists until he is finally satisfied. âThere we go,â he proudly says. âNow you canât squirm or make a fuss when I plunge my cock deep inside of you.âÂ
And you canât. Your arms are completely restricted from movement, as is the rest of you as you stand between the desk and Nanami mounted behind you. He ruts his hips against your ass for a few minutes, sliding his cock between your slit and over your throbbing clit, relishing the sounds you make as you lay splayed out against his desk.
âHere I come, baby,â he whispers before sliding all the way home inside you. You gasp in unison as his thick cock stretches out your wet pussy walls, filling you up the way youâve been waiting for.Â
He starts slow at first, grabbing your hips and slowly rolling his hips so you can get used to his length and girth. Your hand flies to your mouth to cover it, muffling your moans. Nanami doesnât like that. He tears your hand away from your face, pinning it back down on the desk. âMy walls are soundproof,â he grunts. âYou have no need to worry. Come on, baby; give me those slutty sounds I know you can make.âÂ
He begins to fuck you harder against the desk, one hand gripping your hip while the other lays flat on the middle of your back, keeping you pressed flat against the oakwood surface. As soon as he hits that spot inside you, you canât keep quiet. You begin wailing in pleasure, overcome with the feeling he is giving you. âO-Oh, fuck!â you gasp. âFuck, sir!âÂ
Nanami draws more of these moans and wails of pleasure out of you the more he fucks you until he is pounding your pussy against the desk. âGod, youâre so tight!â he groans. âYouâre much better than the fleshlight I keep under my desk. Youâd be a much better addition to my office for stress.â He gives your ass a smack before lifting your leg up and fucking into you at a faster pace that is making you see the entire galaxy.Â
âTake it,â he demands. âTake this cock. You wanted it so bad and now youâve got it.â Yes, you do have itâŚbut you donât know if you can take it. Every rough thrust of his cock sends you into orbit. It shakes the desk with you bent over it, making your titties bounce against the surface and your ass jiggle against his hips. âWait, sir!â you plea. âGo slow! CanâtâŚhandleâŚit!â Your words are broken by the force of how hard he is fucking you, taking you very breath away.Â
Nanami cackles like a villain straight out of a Disney movie as he looks over your plump ass pressed against him, his cock nestled deep in your ushy, gushy pussy. âOhhh, is this cock too much for that poor pussy?â he teasingly asks. âIs it too big and thick for that slutty little hole to take? I believe I missed the part where I gave a fuck.âÂ
He continues to turn you all the way out, making the desk rock and causing his balls to swing against your clit, throwing you deeper into pleasure. âThis is what you get for being a brat,â he grunts. âThis is what you get for disobeying me. What you get for wearing that skirt and those heels. This is whatââÂ
Rrrring! Rrrring!Â
Nanami doesnât slow his pace or stop his rough fucking into your cunt despite his work phone ringing. You weakly look up at the black telephone sitting by his laptop. âThis is a call from Satoru Gojo,â the automated voice announces from the phone.Â
âShit!â Nanami hisses. He bends down toward you then, his nose nearly centimeters from yours. âIâve gotta take this, but donât you dare say a single thing. Donât make a sound.â
You weakly nod, covering your mouth as he goes to pick up the phone. After a moment of composing himself, he clears his throat and answers. âYes, Satoru?â he asks, keeping his voice steady and cool as if he isnât fucking your brains out over his desk. âThis had better be important. Iâm busy at the moment.âÂ
âYouâre always busy!â Gojo shouts into the phone, causing Nanami to flinch. âItâs what you always say when I ask for you to come out with me on the weekendsâŚwhich you never do!â
Nanami sighs and you picture him rolling his eyes from behind you as he grips one of your asscheeks, no doubt leaving bruises. âThatâs because all you do is hang out at clubs to fuck strangers and drink yourself into a stupor.âÂ
âYeah!â Gojo agrees. âAnd itâs fun! You ever heard of that before? Fun? You ever try it? I think itâd do you good one of these days to have it some time, Keni.âÂ
This âSatoruâ guy must really work Nanamiâs nerves because you can feel the tension radiating off of him. He finds your hair and he grips it, continuing to pound into you at a faster pace than before. âWhat do you want?â He asks, becoming impatient. He yanks on your hair a little too rough and you whimper from behind your hand, your body tensing. Nanami quickly loosens his grip, looking down upon you with worry. âToo rough?â he whispers.Â
You look back at him and shake your head though your scalp burns. But you want it to burn. You want to take every single of ounce of pain and pleasure he gives you. âNo,â you whisper. âIâm okay.â You begin to fuck back into him, tossing your ass back to fuck his cock, watching his face contort in pleasure. âFuck me harder, sir,â you purr. âTake your stress out on this pussy. Make this little slut yours.âÂ
Nanamiâs eyes widen like he canât believe youâre really real. âFucking hell,â he whispers. Suddenly realizing heâs still on the phone, he puts the phone back to his ear while he roughly pins you back down to the desk. âSorry, what?â he questions.Â
âI was telling you about the meeting weâre supposed to have at the end of the week,â Gojo repeats. âWere you listening to me at all?â You groan as Nanamiâs cock sinks deeper inside you and your hand finds your slit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. âSorry, I gotâŚdistracted.â You giggle behind your hand. âIs this about the brand deal with the Human Rights Campaign? I told them we get 50% of proceeds.âÂ
âNot just them, but the New York Times too!â Gojo excitedly states. âI pulled some strings for us, man! They want to do a story on both of our departments! Say, ainât it weird that weâre both a part of the same company but my department is all the way in the fucking US?âÂ
Nanami rails you harder; deeper; faster. Pushing you further and further towards an explosive orgasm. âGojo, I told you already,â he grunts. âYouâre part of the American branch while Iâm part ofââ
His words are quickly interrupted by a sharp gasp when you begin tossing your ass back into him, looking back at him as you do it. He glares down at you like he is one second away from ruining you. âYou fucking brat,â he snarls. âYouâre gonna get it later.âÂ
âWhoâs gonna get it later?â Gojo asks curiously. âNanami, you good? Youâre acting kinda off. Are you with somebody right now?â Your heart lurches into your throat, but your pussy also clenches at the idea of being caught. âNo,â Nanami sharply replies, yanking on your hair. âNo, it was just a bug I saw. Listen, Iâve gotta go.âÂ
You thank God for that because you donât think you can keep quiet anymore. You have to clamp your hand over your mouth and bite your palm to keep from screaming at the deep dicking youâre receiving. âSo weâre on meeting both HRC and NYT on Friday?â Gojo asks. âIt starts at 1PM to about 3, but Iâll be bringing wine along so that might turn into about 5.âÂ
âYes, yes, thatâs fine,â Nanami impatiently huffs. âJust keep me informed.â Without a goodbye, he hangs up and tosses the phone on the ground. âNow back to you,â he growls. He takes your hips and pounds into you with the force of a thousand men, wrecking you on his cock. âDonât run from it now, brat. You were so desperate to fuck yourself on it minutes before.âÂ
Your tits swing beneath you and your ass claps against him every time he thrusts, creating a symphony of sounds mingling with your desperate whines and the squelching of your wet pussy being fucked by his cock. You canât take it anymore. Your body is wet with sweat and your knees are buckling, tired from this and desperate for rest, just as your pussy is desperate to cum. âK-Kento!â you whine. âKeni, Iâm so close! I need to cum!âÂ
And like an asshole, Nanami slows down, purposely rolling his hips in a way that is agonizing given that he isnât moving any quicker. âProve it,â he demands. âMake me make you cum. Beg for it, brat.âÂ
The slower he gets, the crazier you become until youâre pleading for him to just make you cum. âPlease make me cum, sir,â you sob in desperation. âMake me cream all over your cock! Please, I need it! Your little brat needs to cum on that dick and have you fill her up.â
You turn to face him, peering up at him through thick lashes and big, brown eyes that have Nanami wanting to nut all over you just so everyone can know you are his now. âPlease, Keni,â you whisper. âGimme that dick. Gimme that cum. Your little office sluts needs it so much.âÂ
That does it for Nanami. He speeds up immediately, pounding your wet pussy into his desk until neither one of you are quiet and both of you are soon tumbling over the edge. âFuck!â he groans. âIâm gonna cum! I canât stop!âÂ
Your moans are signs of encouragement to cum deep inside of you and he does so. With a primal grunt of your first name, he pours his cum inside of your aching, twitching pussy. You cum right with him, your walls gripping onto him tighter than a vice as your body tenses. With a loud moan, you cum all over his dick, making his balls drip with your cream because there is so much of it. You can feel him drip down your thighs, staining your pretty nylon stockings. You canât even recover from the orgasm yet. Nanami quickly pulls his semi-hard cock out of you, emitting a weak moan from the emptiness you feel.Â
âNot done yet,â he snarls. He pumps his cock, wet with your and his cum, hard and fast, his handsome face red with a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. âTurn the fuck around and show me that face. Stick out your tongue.â You do as he says, though wobbly and soaked with sweat and cum.Â
You get on your knees and look up at him, admiring his God-like body. You then open your mouth, sticking out your pink tongue, hot, needy pants leaving your lips the more he pumps his cock against your lips. âGonna paint this pretty face,â he moans. âGonna make you wish you listened to me.â
You watch his toned body tense and writhe as he finally cums again, shooting ropes of cum into your mouth and onto your face, destroying your makeup. You gasp as each warm drop hits your skin, coating you in all of his sticky nut. You feel used. Owned.Â
Nanami staggers away from you, panting heavily, his toned body soaked in sweat. He swipes his blonde strands from his flushed forehead, still coming down from his high. He then looks down at you with his cum dripping down your face, your pretty interview outfit ruined, and your braids askew. âConsider yourself hired,â he says, a rasp in his voice.Â
You giggle at his words despite his cum beginning to drip over your eyes. You shut them, not wanting to go blind. âShit, I needed that,â Nanami sighs. You weakly moan, bringing him back to reality. âShit, hang on a sec,â he says, panicking slightly as the cum begins to drip lower and lower down to your breasts. âDonât worry, Iâve got you.â You hear him walk around you to his desk before returning with some tissues.Â
He carefully dabs at your face, cleaning you up. âSorry about your makeup, honey,â he says. âItâs all over these tissues now.â He goes down to your chest, cleaning between your breasts and neck. Finally, he finishes. âThere now. All clean.â You open your eyes to stare into his, feeling like youâre wandering through a deep, wild wilderness in those green orbs. âLetâs get these off of you,â he says, moving behind you to untie your wrists.Â
When youâre finally free, you twist your wrists around and wiggle your fingers, getting the blood flowing back through your bones. âSo how do you feel?â he softly asks. You take a moment to assess yourself. Though your body aches, your throat is raw, and your pussy is feeling sore, you feel oh-so good. Itâs so hard to explain. To be used up by him has made you feel better than you have in months. âI-I feelâŚgood,â you decide. âBetter than good. I donât think Iâve ever cum that hard before. Thank God for your soundproof walls.âÂ
A slight blush paints Nanamiâs face. It doesnât happen often, but when it does, itâs so endearing and makes you wanna make him cum over and over again. âSo I did okay?â he sheepishly asks.Â
You wrap your arms around him, âBaby, you did more than okay,â you giggle, pecking his lips. âBut you always doâŚbut Iâd be lying if I said that seeing your Dom side isnât a turn-on.â Nanami beams at you, happy that he could make your dreams come true. âIâm glad you enjoyed it,â he chuckles. âWeâll have to make these lunch visits more of a frequent thing for us. Including the role-play.âÂ
You giggle in agreement and take his hands, allowing him to help you stand on your wobbly feet and weak knees. He then begins to fix his pants and adjust himself, putting his cock back in his briefs while you pull up your panties over your twitching, soaked pussy. âOh, which reminds me!â you chirp. âThe sandwich rolls are still downstairs in the employee fridge. I left them there in case our meeting got, umâŚlengthy.âÂ
Nanami smirks and curls his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. âSuch a smart and sexy girl Iâve got,â he coos. âHow was I so lucky to end up with you?â You place your hands on his bare chest, feeling his heart beat against your palms. âGuess it was just fate,â you reply, hopelessly in love with the man standing before you. Nanami smiles, silently agreeing with your statement.Â
You then part and continue to get dressed, adjusting your clothes as to not make any of the employees aware that you two fucked in their bossâs office just now. âAnd youâre sure that Maki and Mai donât suspect a thing?â you curiously ask as you fix your blouse, pouting at the two buttons that popped off.Â
Nanami looks at you as he fixes his button-up, only fixing the first button before moving toward you. âNo one knows Iâm even dating anyone, Y/N,â he assures you with a kiss to your jawline. âI barely tell my team anything about what goes on outside this building. Donât worry, no one knows that weâreââÂ
âFucking!â Mai screams from outside the door, scaring the shit out of you. âTheyâre totally fucking, Maki! I told you!âÂ
âMai, get away from the door!â Maki criticizes her sister. âThatâs an invasion of privacy!âÂ
You turn to Nanami and beg him with your eyes to kill you if you donât die of embarrassment first. He takes one look at the door before turning to you, his hands on his narrow hips. âWell, guess Iâll be looking for another assistant,â he sighs. âAnd a soundproofed door.âÂ
THE END.
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đ˛ I've recently noticed, whatever sign your mars is in and whichever body part that sign rules, can often result in getting accidentally hurt or random in that part. (Example, Mars in gemini = getting hurt on arms/hands, in Capricorn = scalp/knees/teeth, in Aries = head/sometimes cheekbones, etc)
đ˛ One thing I've noticed about Virgo risings is how much they underestimate themselves, they also usually have trouble with anxiety and overthinking
đ˛ Mystic rectangles give a lot of balance to a person but it can also come with multiple internal hardships and conflicts (in forms of insomnia or mental illnesses) and they often need external help to reach their full potential
đ˛ Pluto - Neptune hard aspects especially squares bring into consideration the back and forth between transformation versus illusion, what I mean by that is they have trouble distinguishing patterns in their cycles and may think they're imagining changes rather than believing that it's real (I hope this makes sense I've been trying to word it for the past 5 mins)
đ˛ I know we talk a lot about Leo Risings having great hair but imo Pisces rising have such luscious hair, like they have sm volume and shine to them?? They also look like a waterfall, just flowing, it's so pretty <//3
đ˛ Saturn in 4th/5th/11th house can overshare on the internet about everything going on with their lives
đ˛ Pluto in 6th house feel powerful only when they're working, so they never stop and even when they feel burnt out, they feel their sense of self and self worth is only tied to what they can give, therefore they may face guilt when they try to rest.
đ˛ This is simply a personal observation/theory but I have noticed that people who have a lot of degrees that are higher in number like 20+ often feel more comfortable with people older than them especially if those degrees sit in Pluto or Saturn
đ˛ I've noticed Aries mercuries also have very heavy footsteps, you can hear the thump đ
đ˛ 12th house Pluto are their own best friend and worst enemy, they may enable bad habits for others and justify the same for themselves, HOWEVER once the natives know how to harness the power of Pluto and understand it better, they can be really influential because a lot of people may be subconsciously attracted to the power they possess.
đ˛ Can we talk about Leo risings and how good their self concept is? Like... Please teach me tysm
đ˛ LIBRA PLACEMENTS IN GENERAL HAVE SUCH A HARD TIME WITH HEALTHY BOUNDARIES I'LL CRY- I have a friend with Libra venus and she can never say no to someone especially if she starts liking them :// and it's so hard to see ppl just take advantage of her, I also have friends and relatives with Libra in the big 3 and not only are they complete givers, they also have such a hard time taking, they feel guilty.
âââ Going to be mean to some of my placements/aspects now
đ˛ Venus conjunct Mars are so fucking clingy but ALSO so flightyđ¤¨đ¤¨choose ??? Do you want to be in this relationship (platonic/romantic) or do you not, stop being so hot and cold (it may help if I tell you both of these are in gemini for me)
đ˛ Chiron - moon placements have mommy issues or wounds related to their mothers/maternal figures in their lives
đ˛ Jupiter virgos can be such doormats at times, just because you want to help people doesn't mean you keep emptying your cup to fill others'.
đ˛ Mercury in 1st have their self worth TIED to their intelligence, like stop flaunting your knowledge, low-key looks insecure.
đ˛ Jupiter opposition Uranus has such rebel without a cause energy, what are you going to "rebel" against now, please sit down for a second
đ˛ Mars Square Ascendant, people with this aspect are always ready to fight, feel like everything is a personal attack, and are terrible at being alone
âââ Back to your regularly scheduled programme
đ˛ Something I've wanted to say to each stellium I've met so far:
đ˛ Aries: You have a lot of life in you, hand some overđ¤˛đ¤˛đ¤˛, seriously though you guys look at everything with such wonder and curiosity, you're also kinda impatient but that's fine with me :")
đ˛ Sagittarius: You're so cool, I want to be like you, introspective, self aware, your humour is a little concerning at times but you teach me so much all the time, you're the guide I've always wished for
đ˛ Leo: You're a born entertainer and at times I can be a bit envious because of how bright you shine, leaving me in the shadows, but I love you and your love for life regardless, you're a star
đ˛ Gemini: You are so stealthy in everything you do, sometimes you slip through the cracks, a trickster (affectionate), I love how you can be mischievous one second and completely serious the next
đ˛ 2nd house: You're just so understanding and make me feel like home, it's like you are home personified, very warm and comforting, also so abundant in everything it's crazy
đ˛ 8th house: Stop making me talk about my feelings I'll cry >:(( no but seriously, you guys have something about you that just makes people face what they're avoiding, and you are so good at empathising with them.
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I have also been consumed by MHA and especially Dabi/Touya. guilty as charged
What do you think are his ways of showing affection?
-B3an
đŞťA/n: YESSS mauahahah
đŞťCw: none really, just fluff
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Touya really isn't used to affection, and so especially in the beginning of a relationship, he's probably very touch averse and noncommittal when it comes to official relationship titles or the like- it's not because he doesn't want you, but moreso he doesn't trust himself not to fuck it up and lose you too
his affection appears a lot more through actions than words. he's not great at summarizing how he feels, even he isn't really sure about most things, and in all honesty he isn't used to feeling much outside of rage and self hatred, so he struggles grappling with his affections for you. however, Touya is sure of one thing- he does love you. its undeniable, and the more he thinks about it, the more he's sure, so i do believe he would show his affection, even if not directly.
Touya love for you would be most evident in the way he treats you in comparison to others, along with how often he performs acts of service and offers you assistance. normally he's very unbothered, but when it comes to you, he's more than willing to drop to his knees to tie your laces should you ask- he won't admit it though. unlike with other people, he's more willing to compromise and listen to what you have to say rather than make his own rash decisions, which is a lot considering how stubborn he can be with other people. he genuinely respects you a lot, and i think that he would have to hold some level of trust in you for him to even fall in love in the first place
infodumping and just. talking. he really doesn't have many opportunities to sit down and talk about something that interests him or just anything in general, but when it comes to you?? he loves to talk to you, even if its just nonsensical rambling, he truly appreciates how much you listen to him and make him feel like a person. when he's super content or relaxed he genuinely adores just being near you and getting to talk for hours on end about hundreds of different topics- from how his day went to the concept of time and then to his perception of society and the universe, it truly could be anything. also loves listening to you speak as well, but theres a high probability that he may fall asleep because your voice is so soothing to him
physical touch is definitely something he craves, but Touya finds it so hard to ask for at first. he's both touch starved and touch disgusted, he truly thinks that you would never want to touch him or even hold hands and deals with a lot of built up insecurities on the subject. it takes a lot of gentle coaxing and reassurance for him to open up and trust you enough to start initiating physical affection, but once he reaches that state of trust its sooo worth it. Touya goes from very rarely touching you to suddenly being attached to you at the hip- he always needs to be holding you, or keep an arm wrapped around your waist, and theres always a hand holding yours (or resting on your thigh or ass)
has a habit of just. leaning on you or laying on you alltogether. just flops his entire body weight onto you. on days where he's feeling shitty, he would even prefer for you to just lay on top of him, your weight grounding him until he can return to reality.
Touya is also a chronic hugger, but he sucks at it at first because he's so awkward :( the first time you both hug he's stiff and uncomfortable and has no idea where to put his hands, but the second you nuzzle into his chest and rub his back he just. melts. this is probably the first time he's really hugged someone since childhood, and also probably one of the first instances of physical affection with you.
taking care of you would also be another way of showing affection for him. he always feels a bit guilty that you seem to do so much for him, he thinks he's undeserving, and wants to reciprocate as best he can. you notice something cute at a store? it suddenly appears in your bedroom! you're feeling a bit sick? he's calling you out from work and making you lie down! feeling sad or need to cry? he'll be awkward as fuck, but he'll still try to hold you and comfort you to his utmost ability. i also think that he's really big on sharing things with you if that makes sense ? like he's always subtly offering you his jacket or clothes, his apartment is always open to you if you need a place to crash, that type of thing.
overall, Touya is very affectionate, and while he struggles to overcome self doubt and insecurities at first, he truly has lots of love to give and a softer side that comes out only for you (and the league as well :)
bonus affectionate action: introducing you to his family the LOV (if you haven't already met them. if u have then he may introduce you to fuyumi, natsuo, and shoto... one day. endeavors off limits though)
i love him so bad im gonna cry :( these past few days have been such a blur but i've actually had a lot of motivation to write so ? yippee ? ANYWAYS SEND IN KEIGO OR TOUYA QUESTS PLEASEEEE I HAVE LIKE NONE FOR KEIGO AND ONLY 1 FOR TOUYA SND THEYRE TWO OF MY FAVS :(
#touya todoroki#touya todoroki x reader#touya x reader#dabi todoroki#dabi x reader#dabi x you#dabi x y/n#dabi imagine#touya todoroki imagine#bnha imagines#bnha x reader#bnha x you#bnha x y/n#bnha x gender neutral reader#touya headcanons#bnha headcanons#touya todoroki headcanon#touya todoroki angst#dabi headcanons#dabi fluff#touya fluff#bnha fluff#mha x reader#mha x you#mha x y/n#mha x gender neutral reader#mha fluff#mha imagines
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hi i am actually very interested in the fact that you are "anti-marauders" because i have a strong feeling you've never actually had a conversation with a (real, not tik-tokified) marauders fan. i don't particularly "hate" snape, but i do NOT think he's a good person. i have a lot of similar nuanced feeling pertaining to peter, and i will admit that james and sirius are often childish and did bully snape. i've decided to reread half-blood prince, and rewatch the movie, so i can have a real conversation of my opinion on snape, and i will send in another ask later.
also, sectumsemprus (is that it?) is his SIGNATURE spell- for reference, voldemort's signature spell is avada kedavra, and harry's is probably expelliarmus. do you know how many times you have to use a spell for it to become your signature spell?
Hi there! Thanks for reaching out.
First, I want to clarify that I use anti-Marauders tags not because I created this blog solely to spread hate against them or to harass their fans, but because itâs a general Tumblr rule. For nearly any post criticizing a character, youâre expected to use anti tags, as fans of that character might not want to see critical posts about their favorite. This ensures fans who may not want to see criticism of their favorite characters can filter or avoid it if they choose.
Now, you mentioned that I probably havenât talked to a ârealâ Marauders fan, which is why I have anti-Marauders posts. But honestly, I donât think all fans of the Marauders share the same views, nor is it possible to talk to every fan before making a post. I see a lot of anti-Snape content dailyâmuch of it from Marauders fansâand often get an idea for a post that I decide to share. I imagine most bloggers do this; itâs part of engaging with fandoms online. I try to offer thoughtful critiques when possible, but that does take time. Sometimes, seeing particularly harsh, illogical, or double-standard comments pushes me to post a short, sarcastic responseâone that mirrors the style of some of the content I encounter.
Overall, I wouldnât call myself âanti All of Marauder fans.â Yes, I use terms like âMarauders fansâ and âanti-Maraudersâ tags, but my issue is only with fans who unreasonably hate Snape and mock him (even for things like his background) or who attack Snape supporters, labeling them with hurtful terms simply for supporting him. Outside of those specific cases, I have no problem with other fans.
As for your question about Sectumsempra, I understand youâre suggesting it became Snapeâs âsignatureâ spell through frequent, harmful use. I looked up the reference you mentioned, and hereâs the passage from Deathly Hallows where Lupin speaks of Sectumsempra:
âHe lost his hood during the chase. Sectumsempra was always a specialty of Snapeâs. I wish I could say Iâd paid him back in kind, but it was all I could do to keep George on the broom after he was injured, he was losing so much blood.â
Itâs worth noting the term Lupin uses here: specialty, not signature. Sectumsempra first appears in Half-Blood Prince as an unknown spell by an unnamed creator. After Harry uses it on Malfoy, itâs still an unfamiliar spell until Snape admits to creating it at the end of the book. But in Deathly Hallows, right after the Battle of the Seven Potters, Sectumsempra becomes widely associated with Snape (via Lupinâs words).
While in Half-Blood Prince the goal is to keep the creator of this spell anonymous, in Deathly Hallows itâs crucial to know exactly who used Sectumsempra during the Battle of the Seven Potters. The inconsistency here seems intentional. The author isnât referencing Sectumsempraâs notoriety here to highlight Snapeâs past; rather, I believe she brings it up as an important clue about the future. This clue gains significance after we view Snapeâs memories, especially after reading Dumbledoreâs line to him just before the Battle of the Seven Potters:
And Severus, if you are forced to take part in the chase, be sure to act your part convincingly⌠I am counting upon you to remain in Lord Voldemortâs good books as long as possible, or Hogwarts will be left to the mercy of the Carrows..."
But in THE PRINCEâS TALE, we see that Snape defies Dumbledoreâs adviceâhe steps out of his role as a Death Eater and targets another Death Eater with a spell thatâs highly conspicuous, one that could jeopardize his cover. (If successful, and had it hit another Death Eater, they would have immediately recognized the spell as Snapeâs own.) So why would Snape make such an irrational choice? Why take such a risk? To save the life of Remus Lupin.
This scene is one of many that show Snapeâs growth and commitment to doing the right thingânot out of loyalty to Lily, not for Dumbledore, nor for any personal reward.( And that's exactly why, in the chapter where Snape's true loyalty and the real story behind him are finally revealed, this spell and its backstory are brought up.) As he admitted in his iconic line to Dumbledore, he had grown weary of watching lives be lost when he had the power to save them. Whether itâs an old bully, Lucius and Narcissaâs son, or James and Lilyâs, Snape steps in without hesitation to protect a lifeâeven if it endangers his own
Another reason I donât believe the authorâs aim here is to highlight Snapeâs crimes as a Death Eater is that there are numerous scenes throughout the series discussing Snapeâs actions during that time. Yet, we never see any indication or hint from the author that Snape committed serious harm or atrocities while serving as a Death Eater. In fact, in his argument with Bellatrix, itâs mentioned that Snape actively tried to avoid participating in missions. During his planning conversations with Dumbledore, weâre also told that his soul has never been tainted by murder. And in Karkaroffâs trial, thereâs no crime or accusation he can use against Snape.
#pro snape#severus snape#snape fandom#snapedom#snape defender#deathly hallows#snape#sectumsempra#anon#snape meta
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Lancelot (4Kota) with an S/o similar to Mitsuri Kanroji(KNY)...
Like, reader is probably a hybrid between human and giant, who just looks very human and so on, but has the strength of her giant relative, compressed muscle. She was probably even from some town like Benwick or even lived near the fairies.
but then she started interacting with humans and precisely because of her human appearance (very cute) they accepted her a lot. even with her colossal strength (they thought it was her magical power).
I have a idea/feeling that she would know Lancelot from his travels with Jericho at first por when he come back from his first journey, just the reader could realize his mixed descent and would constantly bug him to be her friend.
I'm not going to lie, at first Lancelot found her a little quite annoying because of her cheerfull attitude and her insistence on being friends, but when he saw her heart he could tell that she was sincere (apart from the fact that the reader would stop if it was too much for him) so he decided at least to let her be close.
reader was someone very bright! which contrasted VERY MUCH with Lancelot's serious and stoic attitude, she would talk and talk and talk to him about things that were happening in the town, something cute she saw the other day, the huge meal that the bartender served her and that she ate it all, etc
Lancelot would just sit still and listen with his typical :| face, but in reality it amuses him that reader is surprised by such everyday things.
Even if Lancelot said that the reader was "annoying" he left out actions that showed the opposite, such as showing her things he brought from his missions, showing her his "Sin" form and in general he listened to her and even gave her advice when she asked for it.
He liked having someone so sincere for so long, but he was pretty bad at saying it verbally, so he just showed it through actions. He's a tsundere kind of guy
(imagine if he gave the reader some type of garment/ornament like in that scene with Mitsuri and ObanaiđĽşit would be so cute).
Reader also tends to get emotional as they grow up, when she cries, she CRY A LOT, she almost scared Lancelot away when one time she came crying with him, he was ready to kill someone, but the reader had just seen a very big snake in her shed and she got scaredđ
(a very common nickname of Lancelot to the reader is "cry baby" or "dork").
By the time they are teenagers, Lancelot not only tolerates the reader more, but also appreciates her a lot, not only because she sticks to him like glue, but because she is very sincere in what she thinks and says, someone he trusts will say the true.
For this reason, Lancelot is quite cautious with the people around her, even if he appreciates and loves her, he recognizes that she lacks a little understanding that not everyone is a good person, especially when she develops a certain phase of being in love.
Although Lancelot didn't spend much time in the city, he tried to give the reader "subtle" clues about which guys were worth it (almost none) and which weren't (almost all). Fortunately or unfortunately, the reader distanced herself from almost all of them except for ONE especially despicable one. But he couldn't really make her stop, so he just rolled her eyes at every mention of the boy.
Lancelot understands that the reader wants to fall in love, in the future maybe get married and start a family, but could she PLEASE stop going after guys who aren't worth it?
The breaking point occurs when THIS JERK not only rejected Reader(that was the least), but despises her for being a giant, telling her horrible things like "only a bear would marry you" and leaving the reader heartbroken.
Obviously the guy doesn't get very far, but the words cut deep into the reader, who never really saw her strength as something bad until that moment (or her big appetite, or "unfeminine" habits) and begins to wonder, is she the one wrong?
Lancelot (even though he is somewhat bad with emotions) had to interfere and not let the reader get to her head, so what if they were rare hybrids? He wouldn't change anything about how she was a reader, NOTHING, just as she wouldn't change anything about him.
It's a nice cute little moment.
If we talk about the current relationship, it is like the dynamic of "sunshine" and "sunshine protector" (better known as "if they're smile disappears YOU DISAPPEAR). or simply an odd couple. The reader tends to be gentler with him group but somewhat clumsy while Lancelot the most responsible but much less gentle...
Even if Reader knows how to fight, there is no way she can match Lancelot's level, so she is more of a rearguard fighter. It should not be taken lightly either. Believe me, Lancelot knows...
they're like:
Lancelot: someone is going to die--(reader covers his mouth with unhuman streng)
reader: OF FUN!
Lancelot and reader take full advantage of reader's ridiculous strength! either for the benefit of people (such as clearing paths or moving heavy stuck objects, for fights, etc) or for certain little jokes.
Lancelot probably encourages the reader to basically train her giant skills, just in case she has to defend the town she lives in or herself. I don't think he can teach her how to use "heavy metal" but he can definitely give some advice regarding elementary handling.
(Lancelot has been carried princess style by reader more times than the other way around, it's fun and cute to see).
Lancelot fully supports the great reader's appetite! She burns a lot of calories with her great strength, so she needs to eat a lot, if reader convinces him enough, they can compete to see who eats the most, they have a great series of ties.
when reader really fights, she's actually pretty good! Only of course, when she eventually reaches her point of greatest exhaustion, she begins to despair and thinks she is going to dieđ
Lancelot tells her half jokingly/half lovingly that she is a crybaby, but that she did quite well on her own.
(by the way, only Lancelot can call the reader a crybaby, anyone else gets a hit on the back of the head).
In general, it's like the typical "opposites attract" but it's actually quite healthyâ¨
Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!
#headcanons#fem reader#4kota#4kota lancelot#4kota lancelot x reader#lancelot#lancelot x reader#mokushiroku no yonkishi#4 knights of the apocalypse#4 knights of the apocalypse lancelot#mokushiroku no yonkishi lancelot#fluff#mitsuri kanroji
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