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Midday Blooms - Dandelions

So, while I was considering what to do with this, I realized that I could do a series of snippets, based in this AU, with various different ships. So this is the start of Rex x OC. tagging: @starrrgazingbunny

Dandelions

Coruscant, Lower Level

Abandoned Czerka Warehouse

“Someday, Rune,” Grandmother Angel whispered in a hoarse voice, “Someday the people will return from the Station, and Coruscant will flourish. Like it did in the past!”

“So you keep saying, grandma, but they abandoned Coruscant when you were still a little girl,” Rune pointed out, as she carefully poured her grandmother a cup of hot water, and flavored it with some dandelion petals. “It seems to me that they’re never really going to come back.”

Her grandmother places a gentle hand on her head, “They still fight, Rune. You’ve seen the men.”

Right. The men.

Large men in protective armor fighting the Sith Aberrations that call Coruscant home. Large men who trampled gardens and flower beds like it was their right. How many pounds of food had been destroyed because the Soldiers from the space station decided that their gardens were a threat.

“If they really wanted to help, Grandmother, you would think that they’d stop destroying our food.”

Grandmother reached down and took Rune’s hand, “I can understand why they do, darling. They’re trying to starve out the Sith.”

“But it’s not the sith they’re starving, grandmother.” Rune pointed.

“They’re not starving us either. Not anymore.”

Rune made a face, she supposed that her grandmother had a point. Since they moved to the lower levels, and started hiding their gardens indoors, the Soldiers from Space haven’t been able to destroy their gardens.

“Now, enough of this sulking, darling.” Grandmother flashed a bright smile, and she lightly patted Rune’s cheek, “You said last night that you and Habit were going to see if you can salvage anything from the old tanks?”

“Yeah,” Rune pulled away and used an old cloth to pull her hair into a messy tail, “he thinks we might be able to make our own water filter. I saw the schematics he found, and it seems legit. Legit enough that I’m willing to try.”

Rune couldn’t overstate how much of a boon having a working water filter would be for the people living in the lower levels, and the much larger population that had been forced to relocate to the Works. It meant no more fighting Sith spawn for water. It meant less infections.

Grandmother frowned, “Just be careful, dear. The newest deployment from the Space Station landed last week, and the fighting is still going strong.”

“I know, Grandmother.” Rune smiled at her, “I’ll be okay.” She grabbed her pistols, weapons that had been ancient twenty years ago and could now be considered antiques, and strapped them to her legs. “Atom and Bliss will take care of you until I get back,” She said, mentioning her younger siblings.

“Oh, lovely.”

Rune smiled and slipped out from under the cloth that separated her home from the rest of the “homes” in the Old Czerka building. There were over 200 families living there.

And in the Works, there were, at least, another 1000 families. Though Rune was fairly sure that there were more. It wasn’t like anyone bothered to count the people who were left behind.

“There you are!” Rune glanced around for a moment, and then she smiled when she saw her friend hurrying over to her.

Habit was a twi'lek, with dark blue skin, and was covered in black tattoos. He claimed that the more Sith like he looked, the less likely the Sith Monsters would look at him.

Rune privately thought that he just wanted to get under his mother’s skin. “Am I late?” She asked, her gaze flicking up to the chrono in the center of the warehouse.

“Nah, I was super early.” Habit admitted, “Mother didn’t want to let me do this. She said I should stay home and watch over the younger kids. I had Rider do it instead.”

Rune squinted, Rider, she knew, had a nasty spice addiction and wasn’t actually allowed near her younger siblings. “By herself?” She asked.

“No. I told Griffon to help her.” Habit grinned, “I’m not that irresponsible, Ru. Come on.”

He absolutely was.

Still, Rune rolled her eyes dramatically, “Fine. Fine. Are we taking the lift to the old Senate Quarter?”

Habit was already shaking his head, “You haven’t heard? The Senate Quarter is overrun by aberrations right now. They’ll clear up in the couple of days, but we’ll be safer taking the lift from the Works to the Old Justicar sector.”

Rune hummed thoughtfully, mentally running through the map of the Works in her mind, and then she frowned, “I thought the fighting in the Justicar restarted last month.”

“They’ve moved to the old Duros sectors,” Habit reminded, before he glanced at a map under the chrono, “Oh, wait…the fighting has moved to the Nikto sector now.”

“If we stick to the Works, we can bypass the Justicar, Duros, and Nikto sectors,” Rune pointed out thoughtfully, “See, some of the old tunnels lead right to where the red-light sector used to be.”

Habit sucked his teeth for a moment, “Risky. The further away from the population center we get, the more likely we are to run into droids…or sith monsters. But…” He glanced at the map as well, “There haven’t been any reported sightings…”

“And it goes right through the gardens.” Rune said cheerfully.

Habit scoffed, “You just want to collect Dandelions.”

Rune stuck her tongue out at him, but didn’t bother to try and refute him.

He stared at the map for a moment, and then he sighed deeply, “Fine! You win! We’ll go and collect your dandelions as well as the parts we need!”

“Yes!”

Habit shook his head with a fond laugh, “You and your flowers. Come on, before it gets dark.”

**********

Captain Rex of the 501st had a list of a great many things that he liked.

Spending an excessive amount of time on Coruscant was not one of those things. Still, it was only three months, so he would tolerate it.

But he was going to bitch about it in the privacy of his own mind at the same time.

He eyed the sky, and made a face, though it was hidden behind his helmet. Coruscant was such a dreary planet. Why the people on the Station wanted to come back here was beyond him.

“Alright there, Captain?” High General Obi-Wan Kenobi asked as he walked over, with Commander Cody on his heels.

“Yes sir, just wondering if it’s going to rain.” Rex replied, turning his attention away from the miserable planet and onto the task at hand.

“Probably,” General Kenobi said with a sigh as he glanced at the sky as well, “The Climate Controls are either under sith control, or have been completely destroyed at this point.” He shook his head. “It’s a shame, really.”

“Sir, Captain Rex’s mission?” Commander Cody prodded, getting them back on track before they could get anymore distracted.

“Oh, yes.” General Kenobi smiled, he looked tired, but then they were hunting General Sky-...Darth Vader. “You and a squad of men are going to enter through the old Red Light District, and try to get to the Senate that way.”

Rex frowned, “We can’t go any other way?”

“There are some sort of Sith creatures blocking the way to the old Senate,” Cody informed, “We feel that this route is safer.”

“Alright. I’ll bring Jesse, Fives, and Echo.” Anymore and he ran the risk of attracting unwanted attention. Obviously Cody agreed, since he nodded once Rex gave him the names.

“I’ll let them know.” General Kenobi said, turning to walk away, before he paused, “Ah…one last thing. If you run into any Sith, you do not have permission to engage, do you understand Captain?”

“Yes sir.”

Obi-Wan nodded one more time, and walked away. Cody clasped Rex by the shoulder, and then walked after his General. They, no doubt, had a much harder job than he did.

He didn’t envy them in the slightest.

Rex released a quiet exhale, and then turned back to his gear. He better make sure that he’s prepared for anything that might happen.

An hour later, he drops down the opening that leads to the Red Light Sector, Jesse, Fives, and Echo on his heels.

Like every other sector of Coruscant, the Red Light sector was abandoned, though there was evidence that there had been vod’e there recently. Discarded weapons, broken pieces of armor, a whole tank that had been too damaged to try and salvage.

But there were other signs too.

Small footprints in dirt, small in the sense that they probably belonged to a woman, or a teenage boy. A broken necklace, well cared for and clean. A jacket, well worn, but recently torn to shreds.

Fives picked up the jacket, and held it on one finger, “There aren’t any people living on Coruscant, right?”

“Intel says that the only people still living on Coruscant are Sith.” Rex confirmed, as he eyed the jacket. “Be on guard, we might not be alone.”

“Copy that,” The four men slid into formation, and started moving a lot slower. No need to run the risk of injury, after all.

They continued their slow procession forward, and they were almost out of the Red Light District when there was a clatter.

The four men whipped around and aimed their rifles in the direction the noise came from.

“Come on out, we know you’re there!” Rex called.

There was silence for a long moment, and Rex was about to send Fives and Jesse forward, when there was a curse. “Okay! Okay. I’m coming out. Just. Don’t shoot me.”

A door cracked open, and then pushed open with a little more force, and a young woman poked her head out.

She was young, early twenties at her latest, with dark hair held out of her eyes with a cloth that had probably been white at one point. Her clothes were much the same, clean, but looked old and well worn.

“I thought people didn’t live on Coruscant,” Jesse asked, though he kept his rifle directed at the young woman.

“So did I,” Rex answered.

They watched as the young woman wiggled out of the building, and allowed the door to quietly shut behind her. She looked anxious, but her gaze seemed to dart to the ceiling, and to the dark spaces around them, as if searching for something.

“Who are you? How did you get to Coruscant?” Echo asked, after getting a nod from Rex.

She looked offended, “How did I-? I was born here!”

That-

Rex lowered his rifle, and he really looked at her. She was clearly not a Sith, hell she had a bunch of dandelions poking out of her pants pockets. “No one lives on Coruscant.” He said, but now he wasn’t so sure.

She lifted her chin, “Yeah? The Stationers tell you that?”

Rex’s heart sank into his stomach, “People were left behind.” It wasn’t a question, though maybe it should have been.

“Oh yeah. Lots of us.” Her lips curled, “We didn’t run.”

Rex’s mind ran through the prior years of the war. Of food stockpiles getting burned, and he sighed softly, and reached up to pull off his helmet, “We burned your food.”

She stared at him, oddly, like she hadn’t expected him to look like him. Rex was kind of worried about what the people on Coruscant thought of him and his brothers, “Yeah, you did.”

“My name is Rex. These are my brothers, Jesse, Fives, and Echo.” They removed their helmets as well, and her gaze darted from face to face, suspicion and surprise warring with each other. “What’s your name?”

*****************

“What’s your name?”

Rune hadn’t expected the soldiers to be men. It made it a lot harder to hate them. Especially since they had Coruscanti like names.

“...I’m Rune.” She said, her gaze locked on the blonde man’s face, as he seemed to be the leader, “You’re not supposed to be down here. The fighting is happening in the Nikto sector.”

“We’re trying to get to the old senate,” Jesse said.

Rune made a face, “There are less painful ways to kill yourself, you know.” She said, as she folded her arms awkwardly over her stomach.

They looked surprised, “No,” Echo said slowly, “We’re trying to get into the Old Senate Building,” He clarified.

“No one goes into the Old Senate Building,” Rune said slowly, as if she were talking to children, “Ever.”

“Then where are the Sith?” Jesse asked.

“Not in the Senate Building.” Rune countered, “We think they’re set up in the old Jedi Temple, but, again, no one goes there. It’s not safe. If there aren’t aberrations, then it’s droids.”

“Fuck,” Rex ran his hand over his head, “So, what are you doing down here.”

“Salvaging. I am trying to make a water purifier so we don’t have to fight aberrations for clean water.” Rune said, “The parts on the tanks you leave behind can help with that.”

“That’s why it looked like there was recent activity around the tank,” Fives murmured.

“Thought you were aberrations,” Rune admitted with a shrug. With any luck, Habit was already back at the Czerka building. If she had any good luck, they would let her go soon.

“What do we do, Captain?” Echo asked.

Rex stared at her, and Rune shifted uncomfortably. And then Rex sighed, “I’m sorry about this, but you need to come with us.”

“What? Why?” Rune asked, her eyes wide.

“You need to talk to our General.” Rex said, “You know more about the planet than we do, at least. And the Sith.”

“...do I have a choice?”

“I’m afraid not.” Rex genuinely sounded apologetic, “Will you come with us willingly, or do we need to use binders?”

She scowled, unhappy, “I’ll come. But I’m not leaving Coruscant.”

Rune allowed them to guide her out of the Red Light District, and to a speeder, which they then piloted to a massive ship. Rex dismissed his brothers, and instead guided her himself from there.

She had seen the Stationer Ships before, but hadn’t realized how large they were until she was being directed over to the ship. And, more specifically, over to a soldier wearing orange and a man wearing distinctly Jedi robes.

“Captain, welcome bac-” The jedi paused, mid sentence, and stared at Rune, and then over to Rex, with a questioning look.

“This is Rune. She lives on Coruscant.” Rex offered.

“I wasn’t aware that there were any people left on Coruscant,” The Jedi offered lightly.

“Why not, it’s not like the Jedi came back for us when you ran away.” Rune said flatly. “Or did you really think that the rich and powerful of Coruscant were going to evacuate the poor for nothing?”

He looked surprised, and then guilty. “Are there many of you?”

“Of course there are.” Rune replied.

“We can call for another ship, and start the evacuation process-” The Jedi said quietly.

“We’re not leaving.” Rune interrupted.

This time everyone looked surprised, “Rune. Coruscant is a warzone.” Rex said.

“Coruscant has been a warzone for generations. We stayed and so we’re going to stay.” Rune said flatly. “We’ve managed to survive and we will continue to do so.” She shifted her weight, “Can I go home now?”

“Wait, Miss Rune-” The Jedi said, a small smile crossing his face when she scrunched up her face, “We’re trying to get into the Senate building-”

Rune sighed, deeply, “I’ll tell you what I told him. You can’t. It was where whatshisface did his sith alchemy. No one goes in. If you’re looking for the Sith, I would start in the old Jedi temple.”

“The old Jedi-...” The Jedi looked down at the map, “Yes. Yes, of course. That makes sense.”

“Can I go now?” Rune repeated.

“What? Oh, yes. Yes. Of course. Rex, will you escort her home?”

“Of course General.”

**************

Whatever Rex had been expecting of Rune’s home, it wasn’t this.

He expected gloom, and dirty. Something depressing to look at, let alone live in.

And yet-

There were plants everywhere. Gardens on every corner filled with different types of crops, and massive gardens filled with a wide variety of flowers.

The people were healthy, clearly healthy. And there were dozens of children, of all races, who chased after Rex as he walked through the clearly marked streets.

“Not what you were expecting?” Rune asked, as she handed a bundle of dandelions to a girl who looked remarkably like her.

“No. Not at all,” Rex looked around, “This is…I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Everything we grow has a use.” Rune offered, “Most of the garden plots are for food, though anything that has flowers is generally medicinal. And in the Works we managed to create a fish farm. It’s how we keep the obligate carnivores healthy.” She added, as she nodded to a family of Togruta.

“...where’d the Dandelions come from?” Rex asked, noting that she still had one of them in her pocket.

“They grow between some of the sectors,” Rune explained, she twisted the flower between her hands, “They’re my favorite.”

“Why?”

“Well. They remind me of me, of my people.” Rune smiled at the flower, “We endure, even if no one wants us to.”

Rex was quiet for a moment, his mind going to stark white halls, and harsh training, “I can understand that.”

Rune regards him quietly for a moment, and then she smiles, and she steps into his personal space, and carefully attaches the flower to his chest piece. “There.”

“You’re giving me your flower?”

“Like me, Rex, you have the soul of a weed.”

Rex blinked at her, touched. That might be the sweetest thing a woman had ever said to him.

And then she smiled at him, her face slightly pink, “You can’t stay here, this isn’t your world. But it would be cool if you visited every now and then?”

Rex stared at her, speechless for a moment, and then he ducks his head, shyly, “Well. Us weeds have to stick together, right?”

She grinned at him, “Absolutely.”

When Rex left half an hour later, he had a bag full of fresh fruit, a dandelion attached to his chest plate, and a piece of flimsy with Rune’s comm address on it.

#star wars #tcw #star wars AU #Midday blooms #rex x oc

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canisonicscrewyou · 7 months ago

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hi !! i got this idea from some of my other mutuals (evildead and ratoffstring and sharktoothedfae) can you tell me about some things you enjoy ? please and thank you !! :3

!!!!! oh boy I just took a big hit off my pen let’s seeeee

I. Love. Making. Little. Drinks. I love the rituals and craft of coffee and tea and cocktails. I love it at my job, and nowadays the only thing I really dislike about being a manager is that it means I can’t bar as often as I’d like. I love it at home where I brew myself & my partner & our roommate coffee with my French press on our days off. I have strong opinions on coffee roasts and types of tea and gin. I love light roasts and used to especially lean towards light roasts so acidic that they’d curdle milk/nondairy/etc. I prefer something that’s less heartburn inducing for my regular nowadays(Starbucks Green Apron & Anniversary Blends my beloved)(Atomic Coffee Cabot Street my beloved)(Trade Coffee in general my beloved). Likewise, I also really like shitty cumbies gas station coffee, and instant coffee, and Arizona iced teas and what have you. I do NOT like energy drinks because most of them are carbonated(yucky)(aside from when it’s alcohol that’s carbonated for some reason?). But I do like Monster’s Lemon or Raspberry Iced Tea if I ever need one. I’m just a beverage opinions girlie.

On a similar note I also really love herbs and other botanicals !! I have a little “apothecary” near my altars and also a big tea/coffee/herbs cart in the kitchen lol, and used to dabble in making different cordials and tinctures and stuff- and I wanna start doing more of that again soon. But I also just like rose and mugwort teas now. I’m in the process of setting up an old snake tank as a little herb garden and I’m excited!!! :3 My mom and I had an herb garden & a vegetable garden (+ the home to one fuckass big blackberry bramble) when I lived with my parents so I’m sosososo excited to make a little one againnnn.

I love cooking dinner and more specifically I love cooking dinner for @demonicomens . I love cooking them good food & experimenting w stuff I think they will like. I also like introducing them to the concept of a sunbutter & jam sandwich(and the next time we get bananas I have promised a sunbutter and banana sandie). I like peeling oranges for them and cutting strawberries into hearts for them. Now I’m just thinking about how much I lovelovelove cooking & baking for other people.

I have lost the energy to ramble. I love decorating my spaces. Here was my living room at some point, I wanna take newer pictures when I put more stuff on the walls (as usual)

Finally that gay bitch the Master (Rory!Master AU my beloved).

Thank youuuuuu

#oops I talked A Lot

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bookgeekgrrl · 1 year ago

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My media this week (10-16 Sep 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 'Til The End Of Time (fandomfluffandfuck) - 66k, stucky, basically PWP with stucky + pre-war bucky (due to multiverse/time slip shenanigans) [reread, fave, really quality filth 🥵]

😊 Rapidly Becoming (Ayes) - 67K, drarry, immediately post war, Draco goes missing & Harry inheirits Malfoy Manor - enjoyable, I'm always a sucker for a magical house story

😍 Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) Podfic (GhostCwtch, narrator; spitandvinegar, author) - 107K (14 hr podfic) - well done podfic of a forever fave post-WS recovery fic

🥰 A Fire at the Exhibition (Lady Hardcastle Mysteries #10) (T.E. Kinsey, author; Elizabeth Knowelden, narrator) - Emily & Flo contend with the village art exhibition, theft, murder, bicycle races and amateur treasure hunters. 🥰 The Uses of Adversity (MonstrousRegiment) - 65K, Dreamling, very entertaining canon-divergent AU where Hob accidentally becomes a criminal mastermind (sort of) and finds & rescues Dream in 1957

💖💖 +143K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

A Cornstalk Fiddle (notbecauseofvictories) - Devil Went Down to Georgia (Song): The Devil/Johnny, 32K - brilliant short story about what happened after - Johnny won once and he thinks he can do it again to get what he wants...

You've Got A Face With A View (Brenda) - Top Gun: Ice/Mav, 3K - it's 30 years into their relationship & Mav's still wild about his hotass husband and is going to tell and show him why and how.

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Maine Cabin Masters - s6, e2-8

Harley Quinn - s4, e10

Only Murders In The Building - s3, e7

Dirty Laundry - s3, e1

D20: Mentopolis - "Case Closed" (s1, e6)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Bit City USA" (s14, e6)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Re: Dracula - September 10: Make Yourself Strong

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Fenway Victory Gardens

Re: Dracula - September 11: Grim Purpose in All I Do

Today, Explained - Hunter becomes the hunted

Into It - Is Rotten Tomatoes…Rotten?

Re: Dracula - September 12: The Pain of the Fear of Sleep

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Jimmy Fallon And Strike Force Five

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Bridget Cleary

Vibe Check - Pumpkin Spice is Not My Ministry

Re: Dracula - September 13: All the Powers of the Devils

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Onöhsagwë:de’ Cultural Center

⭐ 99% Invisible #552 - Blood in the Machine

⭐ Switched on Pop - Next Year in Margaritaville

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Atomic Clock

Dear Prudence - My Partner’s Relationship With His Ex Makes Me Feel Like the Third Wheel. Help!

Into It - The Backlash to Drew Barrymore

⭐ Endless Thread - Lofi Girl

Today, Explained - Blame Capitalism: Profit over everything

Welcome to Night Vale #234 - The Boy

⭐ Hit Parade - Insert Lyrics Here Edition

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

True Metal Warriors

'80s Metal

Ozzy Osbourne

Judas Priest

Jimmy Buffett

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Lord Of The Lost

Peaceful Summer Night 🌃 Night Lofi Playlist 🌃 Deep Focus To Study/Work [ Lofi Hip Hop - Lofi Chill ]

Lost Legends Of Surf Guitar

Herb Alpert

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marauderstiltheend · 2 months ago

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Imma make an AU fic outta this.

These butlers are under the employ of the Yaoyorozu clan and are serving Princess Momo and her court some fine delicious Tea and Cake.

Of course, they all act as Alfred when Princess Momo and her court dons their Lady Knights of the Round Table persona to put forth justice into the wretched society.

Lady Knights of the Round Table are celebrated heroes who work undercover. Lady Momo can create anything out of her body and that is anything she knows the atomic composition and mechanics of. When she was younger, she loves creating cannons and grenades but as she has grown older, she is fascinated with creating chemical gases and substances that can penetrate the criminal's defenses before the criminals are aware of it. But it is also more dangerous since gases permeates everything around the vicinity including Momo resulting to Butler Shouto fretting more over her. Momo always has a gas mask with her to appease Shouto.

Lady Kyouka has an affinity for sounds and can reach to a 500 mile radius with her voice. She loves using her singing voice to put criminals to sleep. But little do the public know, Lady Kyouka's ultimate power is she can influence anyone's heartbeat, including pacemakers, to increase or decrease from a 10 mile radius.

Lady Chako can take the weights off things making them weightless and floating in air. She can float a 150 ft yacht for 24 hours without batting an eye and has been practicing to limit her powers even while she is sleeping. She floated her entire mansion including her staff in it while she sleepwalked through the West garden of her estate. It took both Momo and Kyouka to gently wake her up so she can bring her mansion and staff back to earth.

Lady Mina secretes Bronsted acid from her entire body. And she has depositories all over the world where she puts the acid she secretes in large vats. They say there's not much she can do with her acid other than a capitalist's money dream, but she begs to differ because she always confronts the criminals head-on and burns them to a crisp if she wants to. She even took on a Fleija and disentegrated it into nothingness.

Goddess CC is an immortal deity who the Yaoyorozu clan have been blessed for centuries. Momo's ancestors literally found her dropped onto their rice field one day and she has blessed them ever since. Time to time, she travels away from the Yaoyorozu stead and enjoys the ever-changing world and its bounties. It was said Goddess CC knew the origins of the powers, Geass as its called, that 80% of the human population have and has been fighting to stop criminals who used powers to do bad things. She founded the original Lady Knights of the Round Table of the Yaoyorozu clan consisting of herself and Momo's great great great great great grandmother and her aunt. Currently, CC is traveling around the world and into the world of C, gathering information about the Geass corruption and mutation with how it can be passed on through the blood generations. Butler Giulio is assisting her in Italy while CC is trying to matchmake him with Miss Anna Scervino who she is also trying to recruit as an informant and part of the Lady Knights.

Princess Momo is engaged to Butler Shouto who she saved from an assassination when they were in their teens. She threw herself on top of him before the assassin's fire spell can hit Shouto squarely in the face. He got nicked by the spell near his eye though while Momo got her hair burnt. Shouto's family is of Darth Endeavour's lineage and they have certain skills for fire and ice that often go awry. Butler Shouto has pledged full allegiance, practically given his life to Princess Momo, a failsafe that when his birthright goes awry, Princess Momo can save and rein him in.

To be continued...

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brookston · 1 year ago

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Holidays 7.16

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Helier (a.k.a. Elier; Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of Mount Carmel (Christian; Saint)

Phoebe Cates Day (Humanism)

Reineldis (Christian; Saint)

Rotary Doozer (Muppetism)

Skip This Day Day (Pastafarian)

Solstitium XI (Pagan)

The Troubadours (Positivist; Saint)

Vardavar (Pagan Prank Day; Armenia) [14 Weeks after Easter]

Zoot (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 197 [45 of 72]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, by Diana Ross (Song; 1970)

Alice’s Restaurant Massacree, by Arlo Guthrie (Song; 1976)

Akira (Anime Film; 1988)

Ant-Man (Film; 2015)

The Blair Witch Project (Film; 1999)

The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salenger (Novel; 1951)

Die Entführung aus dem Serail, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Opera; 1782)

Dragon Around (Disney Cartoon; 1954)

Drop Dead Gorgeous (Film; 1999)

Eyes Wide Shut (Film; 1999)

False Hare (WB LT Cartoon; 1964)

Free Willy (Film; 1993)

From Up on Poppy Hill (Studio Ghibli Animated Film; 2011)

George of the Jungle (Film; 1997)

The Half-Blood Prince, by J.K. Rowling (Novel; 2005) [Harry Potter #6]

Hocus Pocus (Film; 1993)

Inception (Film; 2010)

The Moonstone, by Wilkie Collins (Novel; 1868)

Mouse and Garden (WB LT Cartoon; 1960)

Once A Day, by Connie Smith (Song; 1964)

Poison Ivy, recorded by The Coasters (Song; 1959)

Pom Poko (Studio Ghibli Animated Film; 1994)

Schmigadoon! (TV Series; 2021)

Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll (TV Series; 2015)

Space Jam: A New Legacy (Animated Film; 2021)

Space Race (Video Game; 1973)

Stargate: Atlantis (TV Series; 2004)

Topper (Film; 1937)

Today’s Name Days

Carmen, Irmgard, Maria (Austria)

Yulian, Yuliana, Yuliya (Bulgaria)

Elvira, Karmela (Croatia)

Luboš (Czech Republic)

Tychos (Denmark)

Rein, Reinhold, Reino, Reinu, Reinut, Rinaldo, Ronald (Estonia)

Reino, Rene (Finland)

Elvire (France)

Carmen, Irmgard (Germany)

Valter (Hungary)

Maria, Vitaliano (Italy)

Hermīne, Rasulite (Latvia)

Danguolė, Faustas, Vaigaudas (Lithuania)

Sanna, Susanne (Norway)

Andrzej, Benedykt, Dziersław, Dzierżysław, Eustachiusz, Eustachy, Faust, Maria Magdalena, Marika, Ostap, Ruta, Stefan (Poland)

Drahomíra (Slovakia)

Carmen (Spain)

Reine, Reinhold (Sweden)

Ruth, Valentina, Valia (Ukraine)

Carmel, Carmela, Carmelo, Carmen, Shelby, Sherman, Sherwood (USA)

Carma, Carmel, Carmela, Carmelita, Carmella, Camelo, Carmélo, Carmen, Carmencita, Carmi, Carmie, Carmina, Carmine, Karmen, Phoebe (Universal)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 197 of 2024; 168 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 28 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 29 (Yi-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 27 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 27 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 17 Lux; Theesday [17 of 30]

Julian: 3 July 2023

Moon: 1%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 1 Dante (8th Month) [The Troubadours]

Runic Half Month: Ur (Primal Strength) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 26 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 26 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Dante (Modern Epic Poetry) [Month 8 of 13; Positivist]

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 1 year ago

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Holidays 7.16

Holidays

Artificial Intelligence Appreciation Day

Assata Shakur Day

Atomic Bomb Day

Catcher in the Rye Day

Closet Space Appreciation Day

DC Day

Elderly Women Day (Kiribati)

Engineer’s Day (Honduras)

Festival of Convivial Tools

Fiesta de La Tirana (Tarapacá Region, Chile)

Guinea Pig Appreciation Day

Harela (Uttarakhand, India)

Holocaust Memorial Day (France)

International Disability Awareness Day

International Drag Day

International Juggling Day

Islamic Calendar Day

Lady of Carmen Day (Chile)

La Paz Day (Bolivia)

Manu’s Cession Day, Day 2 (American Samoa)

National Atomic Veterans Day

National Change Your Font Day

National D.R.E.S.S. Syndrome Day

National Emily Day

National Geordie Day (UK)

National Jerry Day

National Peace Day (Dia de la Paz; Bolivia)

National Stick Shift Day

National Wedding Invitation Day

No Kissing Day

Order of the Arrow Day (BSA)

Parking Meter Day

Parks Day (Canada)

Reading Together Day (UK)

Rural Transit Day

716 Day

Talk to a Telemarketer Day

Tare Day (French Republic)

Trinity Test Day

Urs Shah-I-Hamdan Sahib (Kashmir, India)

World PR Day

World Snake Day

World Wizkid Day (Nigeria)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Darwin Beer Can Regatta 2023 (Australia) [Date Varies]

Fresh Spinach Day

Hot Coal Chicken Day (Peru)

Hot Dog Night

Ice Cream Cone Day

National Cherry Day (UK)

National Corn Fritter Day

National Funnel Cake Day

National Personal Chef Day [also 2.26]

3rd Sunday in July

Anne Hutchinson Memorial Day (Rhode Island) [Sunday closest to 20th]

Bosphorus Cross-Continental Swim (Istanbul, Turkey) [3rd Sunday]

Children’s Day (Cuba) [3rd Sunday]

Galla Bayramy (Turkmenistan celebration of the wheat harvest) [3rd Sunday]

Ginibiimanaan (a.k.a. Lake Superior Day) [3rd Sunday]

Lake Superior Day [3rd Sunday]

Luxembourg Beer Festival [3rd Sunday]

Metallurgist’s Day (Russia) [3rd Sunday]

National Ice Cream & Beer Day (mix some vanilla ice cream with your favorite Porter or Stout) [3rd Sunday]

National Ice Cream Day [3rd Sunday]

National Ice Cream Soda Day [3rd Sunday]

Sundae Sunday [3rd Sunday]

Independence Days

Custosia (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Andrea del Sarto (Artology)

Asalha Puja Day (Buddhist Lent begins)

Bobby Henderson Day (Pastafarian; Saint)

Charles Sheeler (Artology)

Dr. Doom Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Display of the Embarrassing Swimsuits (Church of the SubGenius)

Eustathius (Christian; Saint)

First Sermon of Lord Buddha (Bhutan)

Gondulphus of Tongeren (Christian; Saint)

Helier (a.k.a. Elier; Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of Mount Carmel (Christian; Saint)

Phoebe Cates Day (Humanism)

Reineldis (Christian; Saint)

Rotary Doozer (Muppetism)

Skip This Day Day (Pastafarian)

Solstitium XI (Pagan)

The Troubadours (Positivist; Saint)

Vardavar (Pagan Prank Day; Armenia) [14 Weeks after Easter]

Zoot (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 197 [45 of 72]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, by Diana Ross (Song; 1970)

Alice’s Restaurant Massacree, by Arlo Guthrie (Song; 1976)

Akira (Anime Film; 1988)

Ant-Man (Film; 2015)

The Blair Witch Project (Film; 1999)

The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salenger (Novel; 1951)

Die Entführung aus dem Serail, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Opera; 1782)

Dragon Around (Disney Cartoon; 1954)

Drop Dead Gorgeous (Film; 1999)

Eyes Wide Shut (Film; 1999)

False Hare (WB LT Cartoon; 1964)

Free Willy (Film; 1993)

From Up on Poppy Hill (Studio Ghibli Animated Film; 2011)

George of the Jungle (Film; 1997)

The Half-Blood Prince, by J.K. Rowling (Novel; 2005) [Harry Potter #6]

Hocus Pocus (Film; 1993)

Inception (Film; 2010)

The Moonstone, by Wilkie Collins (Novel; 1868)

Mouse and Garden (WB LT Cartoon; 1960)

Once A Day, by Connie Smith (Song; 1964)

Poison Ivy, recorded by The Coasters (Song; 1959)

Pom Poko (Studio Ghibli Animated Film; 1994)

Schmigadoon! (TV Series; 2021)

Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll (TV Series; 2015)

Space Jam: A New Legacy (Animated Film; 2021)

Space Race (Video Game; 1973)

Stargate: Atlantis (TV Series; 2004)

Topper (Film; 1937)

Today’s Name Days

Carmen, Irmgard, Maria (Austria)

Yulian, Yuliana, Yuliya (Bulgaria)

Elvira, Karmela (Croatia)

Luboš (Czech Republic)

Tychos (Denmark)

Rein, Reinhold, Reino, Reinu, Reinut, Rinaldo, Ronald (Estonia)

Reino, Rene (Finland)

Elvire (France)

Carmen, Irmgard (Germany)

Valter (Hungary)

Maria, Vitaliano (Italy)

Hermīne, Rasulite (Latvia)

Danguolė, Faustas, Vaigaudas (Lithuania)

Sanna, Susanne (Norway)

Andrzej, Benedykt, Dziersław, Dzierżysław, Eustachiusz, Eustachy, Faust, Maria Magdalena, Marika, Ostap, Ruta, Stefan (Poland)

Drahomíra (Slovakia)

Carmen (Spain)

Reine, Reinhold (Sweden)

Ruth, Valentina, Valia (Ukraine)

Carmel, Carmela, Carmelo, Carmen, Shelby, Sherman, Sherwood (USA)

Carma, Carmel, Carmela, Carmelita, Carmella, Camelo, Carmélo, Carmen, Carmencita, Carmi, Carmie, Carmina, Carmine, Karmen, Phoebe (Universal)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 197 of 2024; 168 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 28 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 29 (Yi-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 27 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 27 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 17 Lux; Theesday [17 of 30]

Julian: 3 July 2023

Moon: 1%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 1 Dante (8th Month) [The Troubadours]

Runic Half Month: Ur (Primal Strength) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 26 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 26 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Dante (Modern Epic Poetry) [Month 8 of 13; Positivist]

#Holidays

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lady-charinette · 4 years ago

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Throwback to a small discord discussion (@sweetmeatdale I'm tagging you, because my brain does flips and tries to research as much as possible to -insert interesting discovery Dale made/thought of-)

@norakwami For suggesting the interesting idea ^_^

Accidental atomic gardening AU!

"Chat Noir, what have you done to my plants?!"

Marinette was sure none of her transformations as Ladybug had ever had an impact on things around her, but it seems like Chat Noir's frequent visits to her balcony were a different matter.

Said hero stood of to the side, ears low and hands clasped together like a scolded child. "...Uh..." the blond fell silent at lack of an explanation, only watching Marinette trying to salvage what she could of her plants.

....Or what used to be more plants...

There was one prominent, green glowing plant that stood in its designated pot in its designated place, devouring all the other plants.

It was a plant eating plant.

"Chat Noir, dont just stand there, help me!"

The hero scrambled into action, feebly grabbing as many smaller sized plants as he could, away from the snapping jaws of the larger one.

"Tell me Marinette, since when is moi responsible for your plants murdering each-other? Meowch!" The plant snapped at his tail, thankfully only catching the metallic tail end.

If looks could kill, Chat Noir would've been sooner killed by his classmate's stare than the plant's jaws. "Since you started visiting me more often and this plant started glowing green, your color!" She shot back, bravely trying to subdue the wayward flora with a broom

"Au contraire princess, black is my color!" He gave a toothy grin, before another, more vicious toothy smile nearly snapped his hair off. "Um, I'll be standing over there if you need me." With his hands full of small plants, a bigger one balanced precariously on his head, Chat Noir retreated to the corner.

He admired the way Marinette smacked the hell out of the rampaging plant, which might as well have been akumatized by how sentient it almost seemed.

It wouldn't have surprised him, considering Hawkmoth was desperate enough to akumatize babies and a pigeon-loving man over 24 times.

"AHA!"

"YOU GO, MARINETTE!" his victory cry was swallowed by Marinette's accompanying scream when the plant flicked the spray bottle out of her hands.

"Marinette!" Chat Noir sprung into action, deflecting a wayward leaf and grabbing Marinette to dash into the safety of her room.

Both teenagers quickly glued themselves to the window, watching the crazy plant bounce out of her pot and crawl her way with roots on the roof towards the remaining flowers on the other side of the balcony.

Marinette frowned. "This is all your fault."

"Cat-dolences?"

Bonus:

"Marinette, of course your transformation affects life around you! Didn't you notice your plants growing much more abundant since you became Ladybug?"

"I thought that was the new fertilizer Tikki! Now I have to apologize to Chat Noir!"

#miraculous ladybug #ml #chat noir #marichat #marinette dupaincheng #mlb #ml au #atomic gardening au

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sad-little-flame-man · 2 years ago

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….gardener au for breelex or xanrik

#Breelex #bree campbell #alex bailey #xanthous hayfield #the land of stories #a tale of magic #atom #tlos #xanthous #elrik #elrik elderwood #Bree x Alex #Guys #imagine…..#Gardener AU

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angelfishofthelord · 2 years ago

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the bible didn't mention us

Summary: Dean dies at the end of s10, leaving a devastated Sam and Cas to try and figure out how to bring him back. Along the way they rediscover some old scars and accidentally create some new wounds, and try to accept the idea that healing and hope is something they both deserve.

Also they get two cats and grow eggplant in the garden.

aka the sam and cas weird girl besties s11 au

Chapter One: on and on like a river does (4.3k)

They'd never had rooms of their own before; not quite at Bobby's place, and even regularly visited childhood motel rooms never quite matched the monument of having a room to sprawl dirty laundry in and leave unswept scraps of paper littered across the floor.

Sam hates that Dean has a room now, because that means there is a physical space in the world that belongs to his brother; a vacancy that will reject all other molecules and atoms except Dean's.

So he stands there and stares at it, as if he can will it to cease to exist. As if he can shift matter around enough so that the material is replaced and the walls don't have holes from the hooks Dean drilled to hang his weapons on and the desk doesn't have a row of grooves dug in from Dean's absentminded toying with the knife.

Eventually Cas comes and drags him off to bed. Or Sam realizes he should check on Cas and ends up falling asleep in his bed.

What separates a habit from a ritual? The meaning one assigns to it. They're creating a ritual here, the way they lie awake and fall asleep in the half dark. Like if they do it enough times it will conjure Dean from the combined force of their nightmares and 3 a.m. sweat-drenched screaming.

Well, it's really just Sam's sleep monsters, but he figures if Cas is right there next to him then he has one less fear to dream about.

It's not comfortable at all; Cas sleeps like his body does not how to lay against a bed, and Sam spends more early morning hours pacing through the Bunker than under the covers. Still, they collapse into each other because there’s no one else left standing on this barren graveyard of a hill.

thank you @suncaptor for your amazing sam and cas takes that helped inspire this and @bradycore for letting me bounce this fic idea around with you

tagging some peeps who might be interested: @castielsupernatural @bixlasagna @heaven-ecologist @jasminecas @hellygf @angelhannah @castiel-kline (i dont usually make tag lists sorry if this is annoying just feel free to ignore)

#my spn fanfic #seraphcastiel #thisisapaige #feathersforcas #meltingtracks #usertabitha #usermoogs #spxcekya #universalcas #userda #aroace cas #sam winchester #spn fanfic #sam and cas #the bible didnt mention us fic

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kimthwariru · 3 years ago

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Namjoon reaction—calling him a ‘friend’ when he clearly has a thing for you

❀genre: smut, a bit of fluff

❀collage au

(This was originally supposed to be a quick reaction but something happened to me and I couldn’t stop writing)

“Look, Jisoo, I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong” you flash a cheeky smile at your best friend. She’s being going on and on about how this Kim Namjoon guy had a thing for you.

You can’t lie, you’ve seen him around in campus and sometimes you’d wish he would suffocate you with these thighs of his. Ugh. The perfect combo, lean yet masculine physique with a brain that actually functions for a change. You’ve seen the way these collage girls were circling him around and you can’t blame them, the guy was a catch.

But he was not your crowd of people. He was outgoing, social and had loads of what you like to call “the lad friends”. You guessed his main activities were partying and getting shitfaced every night.

You’ve talked to him a couple of times. He uses the same bench as you to read now and then. You would eventually take sneak peeks at the books he was reading, check if he had any taste or not, and the result was always better than what you expected. This guy knew books. He was not just reading what was on the best seller’s that week to look sophisticated in front of others.

When he caught you peaking he’d started having small talk with you. You swear you’ve never experienced a better conversation flow with another human being. This guy screamed comfort. He seemed genuinely curious about the things you were saying. None of that painful act of pretending to be interested just because he wanted to get laid. You had been talking with him for a month straight and aside from a few moments of some what flirty looks his actions never suggested something more.

His aura was welcoming and he always paid attention to the little things. Unlike some other shallow guys out there, he felt…different.

But how different could he really be? You’ve seen the people he hangs out with. Kim Taehyung? He had a relationship with three girls at the same time. Didn’t even apologize for being the biggest jerk in history. You’ve heard Jung Hoseok’s body count was reaching a 3 digit number AND Jeon Jungkook once fucked 4 different girls at the same night.

Just thinking about it makes you sick. It pains you to admit but there’s only one truth to this. Even if Kim Namjoon was interesting, he was definitely a person you needed to stay away from. All the data point to a big fuckboy alert!

“Come on y/n…. If he wasn’t even in the slightest interested in you then why did he tell me explicitly that he wanted you to attend the party??”

“An invitation to a party doesn’t mean anything. Besides, I’m sure I’m not his style. Have you seen the type of girls he hangs out with? Yikes.”

Jisoo smirked at you “Oh, I see you’re stalking him now?”

You shake your head “Don’t be ridiculous! We take Econ together, that’s all. What? Am I supposed to cover my eyes every time I see him?”

“Maybe you should” Jisoo came closer to you “Y/n, we’re going to that party”

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“This is a big mistake, I’ll get bored within the hour” You scream at Jisoo over the loud music.

“Don’t be a whiney ass and enjoy yourself for once” she handed you a drink.

Enjoy yourself for once. You and Jisoo’s definition of enjoying one self were clearly very different. You scan the room to look for any familiar faces you could talk to. Unfortunately, not a lot of your acquaintances attended frat parties.

Your head motion immediately pauses when you meet eyes with Namjoon across the garden. Was he looking at you this whole time? You feel your cheeks burn.

Initially, you don’t know how to react but eventually you flash him a small smile and focus back on Jisoo

“Kim Namjoon just gave me the biggest stare of all time” you say as you down your drink

“What!?” Jisoo’s eyes widened “This is the time where I say I told you so.”

You think for a second that maybe Jisoo was right all along. But that just makes the whole thing more dangerous for you. You can’t lie, Namjoon is attractive, but you knew he was trouble. Maybe he liked you today and then liked another girl tomorrow.

Suddenly, you feel a hand touch your shoulder “Hey y/n, Jisoo. Glad you guys made it” Namjoon’s low voice pierced your ears.

Jisoo gave you a look before replying to him “Hey!! We couldn’t miss such a night!” She smiled “right y/n??”

“Yeah!! Totally” you cheer kind of awkwardly.

Namjoon’s eyes fixed on you. You felt his stare eat you up. His whole presence felt angelic yet overwhelming. “Do you guys maybe want to join us? We’re sitting right by the pool”

“Oh! Sure, why not!” Jisoo answered almost immediately

You were walking towards the pool, Namjoon was pacing right next to you, he was so close to the point where you could sort of smell his cologne. You swear you could get drunk off his scent.

“I have to be honest, I didn’t think you’d actually come” He chuckled

“Are you disappointed?” You teased and raised an eyebrow.

You see a dimple smile making its appearance, how can this dude be so incredibly hot and cute at the same time? “I think pleasantly surprised would be the right way to put it”

Why do you feel like you can not breath? He hasn’t said much, yet you feel yourself burn up all of a sudden. “Good to know” you smile back.

“Joon! You have to see this” was the first thing Taehyung yelled when you arrived to the place where the guys were sitting “12 o’clock, Hobi making out with Mina from 3rd year. Can you believe it? After two years of trying to get it, he finally succeeds”

Of course the main talk is girls. No surprise there.

“Jungkook bitch, you owe me 20 bucks” Taehyung eyed Jungkook

Your expression screamed disgust. Apparently, Namjoon noticed “They are not as bad as they seem” he elbowed you.

You give him and awkward laugh “I’ll take your word for it” You lie.

“Guys, this is Jisoo and y/n. Can you stop trying to head lock each other and say hello? You’re embarrassing me” Namjoon introduced the pair of you to the boys who were still arguing about the bet.

“Oh, hey girls.” Taehyung paused to inspect Jisoo’s face. “Hey, business and shipping? Ain’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, right!” Jisoo smiled

“Hyung aren’t you taking that class for like the third time? How many times can you fail you recon?” Jungkook teased him and Taehyung answered by giving him a slap on the shoulder.

“Hey y/n, do you want to go grab a drink? I think you’ll need it if you are to tolerate these guys” Namjoon offered.

“I trust you know best” you smile and quickly follow behind him. His shoulders wide and his muscles very visible even through his airy shirt. This guy was a whole statue.

“By the way, I’ve never seen you at parties before. I think I saw you once at the December ball but that’s about it. Not really a big fan of these kind of things, are you?” He suddenly said. You can’t really decode his words. How did Kim Namjoon know you even went to the December ball? You’re pretty sure you didn’t even talk to him that night.

“Interested in me much?” You give him a cheeky smile but he was just looking at you, a couple of seconds passed without him responding “I’m only joking! It’s true I don’t really attend these sort sort of things.”

“And what do you do for fun miss y/n?” He laughs and you swear if you could bottle the sound and get drunk on it you would.

“Oh you’ll think I’m lame”

“Try me” he said in a serious tone while starring right through your eyes. Suddenly, your body felt too heavy for your legs to bear. How can he get to you like that?

“Okay…” You start, him looking at you like that didn’t help control your train of thought, but you manage to get a hold of yourself “So you know that little corner cafe on willow street? Every Friday they have these comedy music nights. A guy-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar, yeah! I used to go there every Friday during my freshman years! Do they still do that old thing? I swear the pun with the atom never failed to make my day.” He started laughing again.

“Whoah what? You’re telling me you’ve been to the shrieking shack?” That place was a little treasure you’d found earlier this year. It was an amazingly cozy place, perfect during the cold winter time. The staff were all so kind and wore these big oversized colorful ties. But the people going there were all much older than you. You’ve never heard someone your age talk about that place. Let alone a person like Namjoon.

“Careful how you talk to a veteran y/n. I’ve basically helped to build the place” he chuckled.

“Y/n is that you?” A familiar voice greeted you.

“Jimin! Oh my god, hey! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you!” You hug him.

Jimin was a great soul, he majored in contemporary dance and ballet. He had been traveling for the past couple of years enrolling in some extra ballet classes in the magical city of Paris. You envied him for his talent and admired him for his passion.

“Girl, you have to come visit me. You’ll love Europe!”

“I would also LOVE to have some money in my wallet” you laugh “Oh Jimin, this is my friend, Namjoon. We go to collage together”

Namjoon gave you a look and soon after shook Jimin’s hand “What’s up. Nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too! But y/n, I’m so so sorry, I have to go. I was actually on my way out just now. I sort of uhm, have a thing-you know” he coughed “I’m leaving in two weeks, can we please meet before that?”

You knew Jimin was probably off to his ex boyfriends house. They broke up before Jimin left for Paris but every time he got back he’d have a couple of hookups with him. “Oh yeah! I bet you’ve got something very important right now, you better go quickly” you teased him “I’ll text you tomorrow, ok?”

Jimin laughed so much his eyes were barely visible “definitely! text me! I’ll be off then! Bye mister Kim Namjoon” he playfully said and was out of your sight a second later.

“You two seem…close” Namjoon suddenly commented

“Yeah! We were! But he has been studying abroad for like two years now.”

Namjoon’s facial expression was quite enigmatic “Did you guys ever… you know”

“Oh no no no.” You pause to make a small chuckle “Jimin isn’t exactly interested in, well, girls like me, or to be exact, girls in general”

Namjoon’s eyes widened and he immediately bursted into laughter “oh… I see” he made a pause “So tell me then, how come the old soul that never goes to parties finally attends one?”

You feel your cheeks burn red. Partly because the reason you went was him. You don’t know why, but the past month you and Namjoon hit it off very well and you wanted to test Jisoo’s crazy theory, you wanted to make sure for yourself if Namjoon was interested in you or not. Now the problem was, even if it turned out he did like you, you didn’t know what you’d do exactly. Namjoon was a really nice guy, but he didn’t come without his red flags.

“Just wanted to try something different, I guess”

“And how’s that 'different' treating you so far?”

What could you possibly tell him? That you have enjoyed every minute you guys have been talking? That you think that just by staring at you he could make you feel things no other guy could? You barely can admit all of that to yourself. “I think pleasantly surprised is the right way to put it” you repeat his words from before.

You see him smile at that. “You know what y/n? I’m really happy you came”

How can he make your heart beat so fast with just one sentence? “Oh really? And why is that?”

“I don’t know, I guess… I just like talking to you, you know? Whenever I’m around you I feel at ease, like I can tell you anything. I feel different when I’m with you, but in a good way”

“Wow” that sound escaped your lips without your consent

Namjoon laughed “Why? Is it too weird?”

“No! Definitely not weird, more like, I don’t know, surprising?”

“In what way?”

“Well you’re… Kim Namjoon, you’re the 2021 class president and you’re like the most popular guy in the whole campus right now.” You made a pause “And I’m just..-“

“The most interesting girl I’ve ever met” he cuts you off

The way he was looking down at you made butterflies grow in your stomach “You really think so?”

He gently grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him “I know so” he leaned down, you swear his eyes had the whole galaxy painted inside of them. You couldn’t even breath properly at this point. Kim Namjoon was too close and the only thing you were thinking about was how well his kiss would feel “God, you’re so beautiful” he said and pulled you in for a soft, gentle kiss.

You couldn’t believe your senses. Kim Namjoon was kissing you and you really thought the earth had stopped spinning right then and there. You could feel his big palms traveling up and down your back.

His kiss was breathless, jubilant, filled with the joy of life, and you should stop him, he is no good to you, you know that, but his scent is delightful and his lips are so warm.

Unconsciously, your hands reach the inside of his shirt. His skin hot and soft at the touch.

"y/n" he practically moans your name, and just the sound makes your knees go week "Don't do that, I don't think I'll be able to stop"

"Who said anything about stopping?" You say and go back to kiss him even more passionately this time.

“There’s a lot of people here, my room is upstairs, would you perhaps want to-“

“Yes.” You immediately say. You don’t care about anything anymore, you’d let your future self deal with the consequences of today’s actions. The only thing that has been lingering in your mind is how good he’d feel inside of you.

The moment you’re finally alone in his room, he lifts you up, swinging you around and kissing you. It was like a dream. Namjoon was everything you wanted. Your reluctance about getting with him didn’t matter any more, the tingly feeling in your stomach overtook every single bit of hesitation you had. You needed him.

“God, you’re lovely” he exhaled

He looks at you as he sinks you down on the bed. Planting a soft kiss before his hands quickly begun to peel away clothes, yanking his belt loose, fumbling hurriedly at his trousers.

You look at his lips tracing your skin and the faint moisture left behind, you look at his muscly arms as he lifts you up and sinks you down again, you look at him looking at you, with eyes brighter than the sun itself. Was this all a dream?

When your dress was finally off he undoes your bra clasp on the way down. Slowly planting kisses on your collarbone, the tops of your breasts, your sternum, and you arched you back as you were needy for more.

His lips finally reach your nipples .Your boobs smooth under his hands, your nipple firm under his tongue, and there, that makes you squirm again, a little more insistently this time.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking wet right now, I feel it” You moan

You see him raise an eyebrow. A vivid smirk painted on his face “Let’s check, shall we?”

He splays his hand low across your belly, and the first brush of his thumb over your clit makes you breathe in sharply and him forget to breathe at all.

“I’m your friend?” He breaths in, his voice dangerously low

“Oh come on” You manage to say in between moans “what was I supposed to tell Jimin?”

His strokes and flicks are light and teasing, his thumb carefully circling around your clit. He gives you a slow, constant, unyielding pressure that makes your breath come up short, makes your toes curl in the effort not to move.

“I’m gonna fuck the word ‘friend’ right out of your pretty little mouth” he covers your mouth with an intense kiss before slipping two fingers of his free hand inside of you, and you makes a noise like triumph and want all wrapped up together. If his fingers felt like this, you can’t imagine how his dick felt like.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t look up, he keeps his eyes on his hands, on you, spread out beneath him “You like that baby?”

God, just the way the word 'baby' sounded coming from his mouth could make you come right this second. You look at him, his eyes look as hungry as his voice sounded. This dude was out of this world.

“Please Namjoon, I want it, I want you inside of me right now”

Namjoon lowered his underwear, and simply pressed his hard member on your slit. You could feel his balls softly caressing your clit as he made subtle movements while kissing you. “Such a needy little thing” he teases “Tell me how bad you want my cock inside of you”

“Oh..” you moan “I’d do anything, please…give it to me… fuck me like you own me” you whined as you used your pussy to caress his length up and down. He seemed to enjoy they way you touched him.

“Fuck y/n… that feels so good” he rests his forehead on yours.

“Imagine what my inside will feel then” you whisper in his ear “I’m such a tight good girl” you move your mouth in front of his, bitting his bottom lip as he growled when he felt your movement grow faster

“Fucking hell” he immobilized your body with his hands and pressed you down to the bed. He immediately shoves his dick inside you, filing you up to the brim before staying there for a couple of seconds and then pulling out completely. That movement made your vagina crave to be filled all the way up again.

“More” you whine, a dopey expression all over your face. You were so needy of him, but you didn’t care.

He lowered his left hand towards your thigh and gave it a big squeeze, kissing you aggressively while doing so. He quickly braced himself back into you, you felt your walls completely wrap around his member. It felt magical.

His strokes long and steady in the beginning. Every time he went in and out completely you felt the pit of your stomach burn in pleasure. Namjoon was doing everything right, you can’t lie to yourself, this is the best sex you’ve ever had. Normally with other guys you don’t even come close to coming, but now, you feel yourself trying not to do so.

��You like my dick being inside of you baby?” He plants a small kiss on your neck and goosebumps run down your spine.

‘Like’ was nowhere near good enough of a word to explain how much the sensation of him thrusting his hard member in and out of you made you feel. “I love it Namjoon… I just love it…”

Your words must’ve turned Namjoon even more on, because his pace immediately started becoming faster and sloppier. Every time your skin touched a loud sound could be heard. Namjoon was thrusting deeper and deeper into you, and every time he’d fill you up completely you’d cry out his name.

“Ah, I like my name so much better when you fucking moan it like that” he says and started shoving his dick inside of you like crazy. You could tell he was close to coming, and so were you.

It wasn’t long until you felt your walls clenching and your toes curling. The sensation overtook all of your body, it was mad… your heart beat uncontrollable. Namjoon made you feel a completely new range of emotions.

“Ah y/n, I can feel you cumming all over my dick” his voice cracky, You could see how turned on he was by all of this, by you. “Fuck” he shoved harder “You’re so” harder “fucking hot”

Namjoon stopped and pulled out immediately spreading his cum all over your tummy. The sight was breathtaking, you’ve never found a man so attractive while coming before, but then, Namjoon is no ordinary man.

He quickly grabs a couple of tissues and wipes you clean before laying on top of you again, placing another soft kiss this time. His hand playing with your hair. You were both naked and sweaty and a mess but it felt so magical. You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders, pulling him even closer to you. You didn’t want even a centimeter of distance between you and him.

He suddenly stopped kissing you and simply stared at your eyes. After a minute or two, or maybe three, you're not really sure, time didn't exist right now, he tacked a string of hair behind your left ear.

“Y/n, let me take you on a date. Please. I know you don’t normally go out with guys like me, but I swear I’ll make it worth your while-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar. How does that sound? Or are you too good for the shrieking shack now?” You chuckled

“I’d love that” he smiled, making your heart melt a little.

#bts reactions #namjoon reaction #namjoon fanfic #bts fan fiction #bts fanfiction #bts fan fic #namjoon imagine #bts imagines #bts scenarios #namjoon scenarios #bts college au #bts smut #bts fluff #namjoon smut #namjoon fluff #namjoon fic

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bluemoonfantasiesiii · 3 years ago

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Rhinesons AU

Because I’m likely going to be making more content for this AU in the coming however long, I figured I’d compile a sort of master post for it.

Basic Premise

After the events of Shadows Amidst Snowstorms, Albedo decides that he will no longer carelessly kill off his Master’s other creations and instead decides to see if he can reconcile with Subject Two and come up with a solution that benefits them both. Subject Two agrees to become Albedo’s older brother and is given the name Nigredo, since nigredo is the stage of alchemy that comes before albedo.

For the first few weeks, Albedo does his best to teach Nigredo how to blend in with humans to prepare him for his grand introduction to the people of Mondstadt. During this time, Nigredo changes up his appearance by wearing a black version of Albedo’s jacket. During a rather intense argument about Rhinedottir, a Cryo Vision appeared in Nigredo’s hand. After that, he switched out the yellows in his outfit for pale blues to match his new abilities.

He also decides to learn how to use a catalyst so he doesn’t have to rely on the same kind of weapon as his brother. I decided to do this because at the time of writing this, the game lacks both a male catalyst and a Cryo catalyst.

Nigredo’s personality

Nigredo still holds a lot of resentment for Rhinedottir not just because of what she did to him and Durin, but because he witnessed what she did to the people of Khaenri’ah. He fully blames her and her dangerous use of Khemia for the Cataclysm that destroyed their homeland and cursed their people to an eternity as monsters, and after spending some time with Albedo, he now realizes that she was even unkind to her “golden child” and abandoned him as well.

Aside from his bitterness, Nigredo has a rather outgoing and sociable personality, though he tends to bore of people rather quickly if he’s in their presence too often. He is mischievous and playful to a fault, though he still has a tendency to draw into himself when overwhelmed or confused. Having felt a sense of fulfillment creating the Fellflower, Nigredo found a passion for gardening and botanical alchemy, which he often uses to brew elixirs to help his brother, such as sleeping aids.

Having spent centuries broken down to his very atoms inside Durin’s stomach, Corruption now clings to every cell in Nigredo’s reformed body, making him unhinged and reckless in his studies. Albedo often has to reign him in to prevent him from performing an experiment that would cause grievous harm to himself, others, or the environment. While Albedo continues his research on “new birth,” Nigredo’s interest is piqued by the concept of “rebirth,” as he himself was reborn from nothing.

The Erdeprinz and Princeps Soli

It is said in alchemy that “from soil was birthed chalk.” And given Nigredo’s green thumb, the title of Soil Prince seemed fitting for him. At least, that’s how Albedo explained it when he bestowed the title upon his older brother. And as fate would have it, Mona informs the two that Nigredo’s constellation is called Princeps Soli.

Rubedo: The First Rebirth

Nigredo’s pursuit of rebirth initially stemmed from his desire to revive the Fellflower. While it would never be his apex achievement, the Fellflower holds sentimental value as his first creation. After some messing around with diluted dragon’s blood, Nigredo was able to successfully bring his child back to life and named him Rubedo, after the third stage of alchemy. When in his human form, Rubedo wears reds in place of Albedo’s yellows and Nigredo’s blues to fit his namesake, and he wears flowers in his hair. Rubedo is a very innocent and curious creature, not unlike a child, making him by far the easiest to tell apart out of the three. His favorite pastime is playing with Klee. Even without a Vision, Rubedo still has all the typical abilities of a Cryo whopper flower.

Shipping

When I make any ship content for this AU, the main ships I default to will be KaeBedo and DiGredo (Diluc/Nigredo). The reason for my pairing up Diluc and Nigredo is that they can easily bond over their past resentment toward their brothers. Of course, this doesn’t happen instantly as neither of them are exactly eager to get that close to other people, but when they do start to develop feelings for each other, their brothers zero in and do their best to get them to stop beating around the bush.

#moon says shit #genshin impact #rhinesons au #subject two #nigredo #albedo #fellflower #rubedo

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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A Different Kind of Education: V Is For Vanilla (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Professor!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Summery: After being broken up with for not being kinky enough, Reader seeks out her professor to give her some private tutoring so she can win her boyfriend back.

Warnings: Modern AU, smut (18+), slow burn romance, light dom/sub dynamics, light dom!roger and sub!reader, professor x student sex, protected sex, vaginal fingering, light breast/nipple play, nipple sucking, light biting, i think thats it, honestly this chapter is (as the title says) pretty vanilla. But things will get more intense in later chapters.

Words: 7,128

A/N: ahhhhhh it’s finally here. This professor Rog idea has been kicking around my head for months now and finally I’m actually doing something about it lmao

This series is going to be LONG (like in my plan it’s 15 chapters) because I have So Many kinks I want to squeeze into it. Some were chosen by me and some were chosen by everyone who voted in the poll I put up a few weeks ago and i am seriously so excited about what’s coming.

Smut scenes in this and all future chapters will be marked with stars so that if there is a kink you’d like to avoid you can skip over it and still enjoy the rest of the series.

Also, I know the chapter title doesn’t super make sense since he’s a university bio sciences professor which doesn’t have a lot to do with the alphabet but 🤷‍♀️ that was the working chapter title and it kind of stuck. Plus, ya’ll know I love chapter titles that have a theme lmao. Anyway, no more stalling. Enjoy the filth and start preparing yourselves for it to get so much filthier.

(the ultimate hot professor rog moment tbh)

@atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @ilovequeenmorethanyou @johndeaconshands @borhapbois @stardust-galaxies @cherries-n-rocknroll @rogersslave @scorpiogemini

His office door was open when you got there which didn’t give you much time to hesitate or rethink your decision to ask your Professor for help. He would have seen you approaching or stalling in the doorway and invited you in anyway to query you about your reasons for being there. So, instead, you raised your fist and rapped a pattern on the door frame with your knuckles. “Professor Taylor? Can I have a word?” “Miss Y/L/N,” he seemed surprised to see you, his eyes widening behind his spectacles, “come in. What can I help you with?” You closed the door behind you and took a seat, fidgeting with your fingers as you tried to remember how you’d planned to broach the subject. Professor Taylor – Roger, as you’d been told you could call him – waited patiently. “It’s tricky, Professor. Umm, see, well um,” “Is this something to do with the coursework? If you’re worried about the last assignment, you don’t need to be. It was really good, what you handed in.” “Really?” “Mmhmm. I was going to give you all feedback next week but if it’ll help put your mind at ease I can show you the comments I have for you early,” You were half a second away from asking to see them when you remembered that wasn’t what you’d come to ask about, “A-actually that’s okay Professor.” “Oh? So was it something else you wanted? I know that this Masters course is more work than previous classes you’ve had with me but you seem to be keeping on top of it all. I’m very impressed by what you’ve accomplished so far.” “Thank you Professor, but, um, that’s not really what I’m here about,” “No?” He leaned forward resting his chin on his hands, “You know, there’s no need to be nervous about talking to me, I’m not going to fail you,” he chuckled as he sat up straight again, clearly trying to lighten the mood though his expression became more serious as he said, “if you’re having trouble with something, or someone, please tell me and I will do what I can to help, whether it’s pointing you in the direction of someone more able to support you or talking to people on your behalf.” You nodded, feeling marginally calmer though still nervous, “I was actually hoping for some private tutoring,” “Oh? Well if you’d like to put your name down as a tutor I have a form here somewhere, if you fill it out I can pass it on and have your name added to the database,” Roger rifled through a stack of papers on his desk, only stopping when you spoke again. “No, not, uh, not tutoring work. I more meant tutoring from you. In an area that this Uni doesn’t provide classes in,” “Miss Y/L/N I’m going to have to ask you to explain because I’m not quite sure what you’re after,” You took a breath and resisted the urge to speak to the floor, “My boyfriend dumped me last week.” “I’m sorry to hear that but I don’t see how-” “He dumped me because apparently I’m not kinky enough. I don’t know, he always wanted me to be super obedient in the bedroom but I never really understood it.” Roger shifted in his seat, “Miss Y/L/N I don’t think this is app-” “I want someone to explain it all to me, teach me how to be what he wants so I can get him back. If I can show him that I can learn, that I can submit in the way he expects, then we won’t have to break up. I love him and I’d do anything to get him back and I’ve been thinking about it and I think you’re the best person to teach me.” “I’m not sure I understand why you would come to me with this. I am very sorry to hear you’re dealing with that but it’s not really appropriate for me to be discussing such matters with my student.” “Just…” you held your hand up to try and stop him from standing and opening the door for you, “You must realise that you have a, um, a reputation.” Roger was taken aback by that, throwing you a confused expression as he settled back into his seat. “Surely you’ve heard the rumours about you. About what you like to get up to with women.” “I can assure you I haven’t,” “Seriously? Everyone talks about it. I mean part of it is probably just because you’ve got that whole DILF thing working for you so like half the students here have crushes on you. But then you throw in the gossip about how you like to tie women up and all the rest of it,” Roger closed his eyes as if he couldn’t quite keep up with everything you’d just said, “How- I mean, those rumours have no bearing on- on anything and they aren’t even- what I mean to say is-” “Professor, it’s okay. It’s just gossip, nothing serious in it. But if you do like that sort of thing, I could really use your help. I won’t tell anyone, all I want is my boyfriend back,” Roger pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “This is insane, what you’re asking is insane.” “No it’s not,” “Okay, lets, Miss Y/L/N, just for a moment, let’s imagine that, hypothetically, I say yes to this. What then?” “Well, I’d expect we’d meet up once or twice a week, you’d teach me the basics of kink, anything you thought I should know. Then in four months’ time I can talk to Dylan and show him what I’ve learnt and he’ll take me back.” “Why four months?” “Oh, we’re pretty much guaranteed to see each other then. Two of our mutual friends are getting married and we’ll both be at the wedding. So will you do it?” “Miss Y/L/N, I don’t know that this is a good idea,” “Why not?” “Well our ages for one thing,” “So what? You’re mature and experienced and that’s what I need. Plus, surely having someone half your age throw herself at you is a bonus.” He smiled slightly, “All the same, it’s wrong. I’m your teacher.” “Exactly, who better to teach me?” “The ethics of this- and the rules of this university. If anyone found out I’d lose my job, you’d lose your place at this school so you wouldn’t get to complete your degree. Not to mention I’m sure you have family and friends who would chop my bollocks off before they ran me out of town.” “It’s not like I’m underage, I’m doing a bloody Masters. And no one would find out. We can meet in secret.” “It’s still so risky, Ms Y/L/N,” “Look, Professor, I wouldn’t tell anyone, you won’t tell anyone. As long as we’re careful about when and where we meet no one will find out. Please, Professor. I need this,” you thought you could see his resolve cracking but decided to give him a final push, “But if you really don’t want to then I’ll find someone else. I’m sure I can meet someone online. Fetlife? That’s a website for this kind of thing, right?” “Fine, I’ll do it.” He said suddenly, “But we do it my way. And certainly not on campus.” “Okay,” “Are you free tonight?” “You wanna get right into it?” “I want to discuss this further, off campus, to set some ground rules, and I think we’ll both be more comfortable discussing it over dinner.” “Dinner? Like a date?” “A business deal. Miss Y/L/N, if you can’t take this seriously,” “I can, I promise. Dinner where?” “Well, public places are out of the question. So you can come over to my house. Be there by Seven and make sure no one knows. Here’s the address,” “Thank you Professor,” Roger grunted as he scrawled his address on a scrap of paper, holding it out to you, “Go, out of my office before I come to my senses,” You nodded and scurried off, taking heart from the bemused tone behind his snippy words. In a matter of a few short months you’d be able to put this breakup behind you and show Dylan just how much he meant to you.

A few minutes before seven o’clock you rang Roger’s door bell, looking around at the long driveway and the tidy garden beds at the front of the house as you waited. He opened the door quickly and hurried you inside glancing around the front yard as if someone were spying on him. “I brought wine,” you said, holding the bottle out, “You’ve got a nice place,” “You sound surprised,” he said as he took your jacket from you and hung it on a coat rack to the side of the entrance before taking the wine with a gracious nod and examining the label, “Y’know being a university professor doesn’t actually pay too badly.” “Yeah but this place is massive,” He chucked, “I inherited a little from my Nan and Pop and then there was the album. That was enough to buy this place.” “Album?” “Oh, I was in a band in my youth, one mildly successful album and a couple of writing credits on the singles set me up nicely. Not nicely enough to retire on but still.” He shrugged as he led you through his sizeable house, up a set of stairs and towards the back balcony, “Plus, this place didn’t seem so big when I was sharing it with my ex-wife and our kids. Uhh, but that’s not what we’re here to discuss. Now, make yourself comfortable out here and I’ll just go check on the food.” You nodded, still trying to wrap your head around the sheer number of rooms and hallways you’d passed as well as the fact that your old Biology professor had once been in a band. It was hard considering you’d only ever seen him presenting lectures to an audience of tired and often hungover students but you supposed he did have a kind of magnetism that would have been at home on a stage. Still, you’d have liked to see pictures.

Roger returned a few moments later with two plates of food, a couple of wine glasses tucked in the crook of his arm. You quickly reached to relieve him of something, before one of the glasses could shatter and put an end to all your plans. Though perhaps a broken glass would have helped break the ice. It wasn’t the most comfortable dinner you ever had. You found it hard to swallow, hard to sit still, torn between wanting to jump right to the main topic and wanting to let Roger bring it up in his own time. The last thing you wanted was to come across as just trying to get a leg over the hottest professor on campus as if for a dare or a joke. Him retracting his agreement was a very close second last. Instead, you gulped down your drink and tried to focus on the reasonably nice meal Roger had prepared for you. Finally, after watching you top up your glass for the third time, he put you out of your misery. “Why me?” “What?” “Why did you approach me with this idea of…tutoring?” “Like I said before, the rumours abo-” “Okay but there must have been something beyond that. There could have been rumours about any staff member. If the school gossip had said Professor Richardson had a sex dungeon where he tied up women and spanked them, would you have approached him?” “So you have heard the rumours,” “Of course I have. Answer the question,” You stalled by taking another drink, though only a sip that time, “No, I wouldn’t have.” “So, why me?” “You’re hot?” Roger gave you a look you’d seen in the classroom – his stop fucking around look, usually reserved for first years who still treated dissection and cadavers as a joke. You shrugged, “You’re one of the best teachers I ever had. You always said we could come to you with any problems we were having and whenever I took you up on that offer to go over the coursework you were encouraging and supportive and knew how to push me in the right direction without giving me all the answers. I guess I felt like I could trust you. Like you’d take me seriously or at least hear me out before shutting the door in my face. And if the rumours happened to be false then you seemed like the sort of person who wouldn’t be offended by them or my proposition.” Roger smiled to himself, but it was only for a few brief seconds and then his professional demeanour was back in place, “Alright, well, I’m listening now so why don’t you tell me about this ex and the sort of things he requested of you. And then I’ll decide whether to kick you off my property or not.” There was a twinkle in his eye that told you he wasn’t serious about throwing you out, but it didn’t stop you from feeling timid about the conversation, “Umm, okay. His name is Dylan. We were both in your Bachelor bio class, that’s how we met. Or kind of. We were aware of each other but went to different parties and hung out with different people. It wasn’t until last year that we actually met and got chatting and started seeing each other. I thought it was the real thing, like proper love, soulmate stuff. So when he broke up with me it took me completely by surprise. Everything felt perfect with him. Except for the sex.” You paused, feeling a little self-conscious about speaking so frankly about your personal life, and with your professor no less. Roger removed his spectacles and wiped them on the bottom of his shirt, “Ms Y/L/N, you’re going to have to be able to talk about sex with me if you actually want this to work.” “The sex was fucking great okay? Especially at the start. But the longer we went out the more he pushed for me to be submissive to him. He’d joke around about wanting to fuck me while I was asleep or mostly asleep, and he’d dirty talk by calling me his toy or saying that he owned me or sometimes about pimping me out to his friends. I indulged some of his ideas like when he wanted to be especially rough with me, pushing my head down into the mattress, pulling my hair, slapping me, things like that. And it was fun, but I never enjoyed it the same way he did and whenever he brought up the sleep stuff or if he tried to bend me over while I was cooking dinner I always stopped him. He’d laugh about it and say he was just joking but I guess he meant it more than I thought he did.” Roger remained quiet, watching you thoughtfully until he was sure you were finished, “If we did this what limits would you want in place?” “None. I want to be the perfect submissive for Dylan, I want to prove I can be whatever he wants.” Roger shook his head and put down his glass, “What was it you told Dylan when he suggested using you while you were in the middle of something or if he brought up the sleep stuff?” “I just told him no, I wasn’t into it or I was busy.” “Then that’s a limit. If you don’t want to do those things, that’s okay. Everyone has limits.” “But that’s the point. I need to learn how to be into those things so he’ll have me back. My limits are what made him leave.” Roger exhaled heavily though his nose, “Okay then, is there anything you would consider a turn off?” “I don’t know,” “Well I don’t believe that. I’m sure you have at least some idea of what you like and what you don’t.” “Yeah I guess I do but if I’m the submissive one then it doesn’t matter what I want. This is about Dylan and doing what he wants.” “Personally, I’m not big into feet stuff – toe sucking, foot jobs, anything like that – it just doesn’t appeal to me, whether I’m acting more dominant or more submissive, and I’ve made sure to tell every one of the women I’ve been with who hinted that they’d be into doing that kind of thing. A lot of women, in my experience at least, don’t like anal or things like knife play or scenes that feel violent or menacing.” He paused, watching your reactions, “From what you’ve just told me, it sounds like Dylan might be into free use and consensual non-consent so if either of those things sound like a turn off to you, you should let me know. Dylan will have limits of what he’s comfortable with and comfortable doing to others, I guarantee it. You need to make your limits known too. It’s all part of being in a D/S relationship and playing with any kind of BDSM type kink. The main rule we follow is safe, sane and consensual, and believe me, I will make sure we follow it during our lessons. So, is there anything you would consider a turn off or anything you wouldn’t want to do, even for Dylan?” “Can I think about it and get back to you?” “I suppose so. If it helps I can give you an idea of things I could teach you and you can tell me if any of them don’t feel right.” “Yeah, I think that would help,” “Alright umm, obviously because this is about what Dylan likes we should address consensual non-consent and free use at some point, but they would come later. Somnophilia too. I’d probably start with something easier or more common anyway. Spanking is nearly guaranteed, basic bondage methods – cuffs, ropes, that sort of thing – maybe some more extreme bondage too depending on how much you enjoyed the basic bondage. Ummm, choking, maybe some gags, tease and denial for sure. Any of that sounding too scary or intimidating or just not fun?” “They all sound okay I think, although some of them I haven’t heard of before.” “It’s a start at least. Of course, I would begin with the smaller kinks and work our way up to the more intense ones, and hopefully by that point we’ll both be more familiar with your limits and what you are interested in taking further.” “So, does that mean your agreeing to tutor me?” “I can definitely work with this.” “You mean it?” “Yes. Apparently I do.” He trailed his gaze over you for a moment, “How would you feel if I suggested we move this to the bedroom?” Your heart skipped a beat and you hoped your shock hadn’t shown on your face, “You want to start now?” “Sort of. What do we do at the beginning of a science experiment?” “Measure a control group,” “Exactly, you do a control before you mess with variables so you have something to measure them against. In this case, I think we’ll be able to tailor kinks to you better if I have some idea of what you enjoy during sex and what it takes to get you off. Is that okay?” “Yeah, of course, yeah. Makes sense.” “If you want to wait a couple of days we can,” “No, now’s as good a time as any. And the sooner we get into it all the better really.” Roger chuckled and stood, holding out his hand to help you out of your seat, “You’ve always been an enthusiastic student.”

Leaving your plates and glasses on the balcony table, Roger led you towards his bedroom. You wished you’d had a little more to drink, just to dull the sudden wave of nerves that had risen up. You were about to fuck a professor. Professor Taylor. It was a bizarre scenario you’d got yourself into and in an effort to distract yourself a little and calm down, you focused on his bedroom wall as he busied about closing curtains, eyes trained on a framed watercolour of a lake under some cherry blossom trees. “You like it?” “Huh? Oh, yeah, it’s pretty,” “I got that while I was in Japan a few years ago.” You nodded, not sure what to say next. “Are you okay?” You turned and found Roger much closer than he had been a moment before. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes, sorry, just a bit nervous I guess. Feels kind of odd now that I’m actually here. If I’m being honest, I didn’t really expect you to agree to this.” “I did tell you your idea was insane. But that’s okay,” he slowly reached forward, his hand settling on your hip and gently tugging, encouraging you to step in closer, “It’s kind of weird for me too. So, we’ll go slow. And if you want to stop at any time we can.” You nodded, eyes glued to Roger, and let your tongue wet your lips. His eyes followed the movement, “Does that mean you want to kiss me?” There was a playfulness to his voice, teasing almost, and you found yourself relaxing and agreeing that you did. And for the first time you realised just what it meant for those rumours to be true. “So then kiss me.”

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A kiss you could do. Pushing aside the realisation that this was your first kiss since Dylan left, you leaned in and pressed your lips to Roger’s, though you pulled away quickly. Roger didn’t say anything, just waited, lips lightly parted. Your heart was racing with excitement and uncertainty, but you wanted more. He welcomed your lips the second time they met his, his hand gripping your hip harder now that he was certain you were going to stay. It was almost needy the way he kissed back, something you’d not have expected from your Professor. His nose bumped yours and yet he didn’t seem to care, leaning further into you, his tongue tickling your lip seconds before you felt it slide against your own tongue. Familiar but entirely different from the kisses you were used to. His hands didn’t move like Dylan’s did, not grabbing but gently squeezing, reassuringly firm. His leg was suddenly between yours and you took a step back in surprise. Roger followed so you took another and another until you felt the edge of the bed behind you. Dylan and your nerves almost entirely forgotten, you reached for Roger’s belt. He let you unbuckle it and pull it loose before he grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, kissing you between looks heavy with desire. He broke away for a moment and toed off his shoes, bending to take his socks off too, “So, is there anything you particularly like, any positions?” You copied his movements, kicking your own shoes just under the bed, “Not really. I can work with whatever.” “Stop trying to please me and tell me what you like Ms Y/L/N,” he said, reaching for your hips again so he could push your jeans down. “I mean I guess I like being on top, riding, whatever you want to call it.,” you quickly unhooked your bra and let it drop to the floor, “But Dylan tended to like me under him.” “New rule,” Roger said, kicking his own pants off his ankle as you tugged his shirt from his shoulders, “No talking about your ex when we’re this close to being naked. Okay?” “Yeah, sorry, good rule.” “Y’know I could have taken your bra off too,” “Faster this way,” “I’ll let you have it this time. But next time I unwrap you myself.” You shivered at the implications of the statement as Roger resumed the kiss and pressed you backwards onto the mattress, quickly climbing on top of you, his hands braced on each side of your head as he leaned down to kiss you once more, hungrily.

He didn’t stay there long though. A few seconds later he’d shimmied down your body, creating a trail of kiss warmed skin, until his face was positioned directly above your breasts. You raised your head and watched enraptured as he his eyes met yours, the hint of a mischievous grin lighting up his face, and then he lowered his lips to the top of your left breast. You let your head drop back to the bed and ached your back a little, pushing your chest towards him. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it before, “what if I do this?” slowly he let his teeth sink into you, just for a second. It was enough to pull a small hum of appreciation from you so he repeated the action on your right breast. “Feels good?” “Yeah,” you breathed out, softly. “Yeah?” he asked, pushing himself up so he was straddling your waist, “What about this?” You felt his warm breath surround your nipple before you felt his tongue lap against it or his lips enclose it, letting your eyes slip shut as you drew your lip between your teeth. He seemed to appreciate the response and made sure to repeat the action a few times against each nipple, sucking on one as his gently flicked the other with his thumb. You tingled at the sensation of his warm saliva cooling and gently squeezed your legs together. “Don’t be shy,” he said, sitting up again and laying a hand over each of your breasts, “I can tell you enjoy it when I play with your tits,” You pulled in a shaky breath as he squeezed your breasts, “Mmhmm, yeah,” “Do you want some more?” “Yes, Professor,” He made a short clicking sound with his tongue, “I think we’re past Professor by now, you can call me Roger. And you can tell me what you want,” “I want more,” “More what?” You hummed again at the feeling of him massaging your boobs. “More what? Should I keep sucking on your perky fucking tits? Jesus they’re so fucking soft,” he cleared his throat and shook his head a little, “Or, should I give some other part a bit of attention? Your pussy’s probably feeling a bit left out, huh?” You’d expected him to boss you around, make demands, and you’d expected a bit of dirty talk (the kind where he’d tell you how sexy you looked or that he couldn’t wait to fuck you). But the reality surpassed everything you’d considered likely. You certainly hadn’t expected to get wet just from his tone and his words. And you definitely hadn’t expected to be doing what he asked, agreeing with everything he said. But that’s exactly what was happening, and it felt good. “Please touch my pussy.” “It would be my pleasure,” he smiled softly as he climbed off of your waist and pulled your underwear down, “and yours.”

The change of position gave you a moment to catch your breath but also to take in Roger’s appearance properly. You had to admit you liked what you saw. Of course, you already knew he was attractive. More than once you’d found yourself distracted in class, mind on what a cute bum he had or how shapely his hands were or else on his fluffy hair, light blonde but with streaks of grey blended throughout. He was the epitome of the hot teacher really, especially with his gravelly voice and the youthful sparkle of his eyes, magnified by his usual pair of glasses. What you hadn’t seen before, and what you were revelling in now, was his naked torso. There were muscles in his arms, not Hollywood style bulging biceps and you’d certainly never have noticed them under the sleeves of his work shirts, but they were revealed as he shifted his position and you had the sudden urge to reach out and squeeze them. A light fuzz of hair covered his chest, though it was so light it was barely visible, and a marginally thicker thatch of it trailed down into his underwear. And in between was his stomach, the years of fatherhood evidenced by how it softly protruded out over the hem of his underwear. Once, a few years ago, someone had found a photo of Professor Taylor taken in the 90s when he was twenty-something and, thanks to the university meme facebook page and a few students with near influencer levels of followers, just about the whole school had seen it and had wet dreams about it. He’d been stick thin then, eyes ringed by dark grungy eyeliner, long messy hair falling about his face, and his plaid shirt unbuttoned. The Roger settling beside you now was miles away from that boy but you liked his current look, from his shorter hair to his rounder body, though he seemed to have the same skinny legs. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as he propped himself up on his elbow to look you over. “This is…better than I thought it would be,” “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” “No, that’s not what I meant. I don’t know, I just...I could never picture it before, actually being with you. But you’ve made it feel easy and, well not normal, but y’know, not too strange either.” “So you’ve been liking it so far?” “Mmhmm, it’s felt really good,” “Good, that’s what I want to hear. But,” your breath hitched as you felt his fingers stroke between your legs, “experiments not done yet.” He watched his hand as it moved, his fingers sliding between your lips, spreading the wetness that had begun to pool with his earlier attentions. Each shift of his fingers pulled soft sighs and small ohs from you as the pleasure began to slowly build and you pulled him down into another kiss, wanting to feel him closer. He eased the first finger into you gradually, whispering questions about how it felt and if you were ready for more. You’d have expected his constant quizzing to be annoying but he peppered them between comments about making you feel good and dirty talk about getting you ready for his cock as he pulled your hand over to his crotch to give him some small relief. And somehow everything just seemed to turn you on more, his obvious desire to make sure you were comfortable included. You barely registered when he added the second finger, pumping both into you rhythmically as he delicately sucked at your pulse point, though you knew the third was coming, a response to your pleas for more. You’d meant his dick really, ready to move things along but he’d been adamant about making sure you were properly stretched out, not relenting until he’d fit four fingers inside you. “Fo-four?” you whimpered as he pressed the last one into you, “Three not enough?” “Just to be on the safe side. My cock is about average length but its girthy,” “I – oh Roger – It feels huge to me,” “Please, I’m 46, I know it’s not the biggest thing in the world. But I also know it doesn’t need to be to fuck you so right.” You weren’t sure how to reply though he didn’t give you many options, jerking his fingers inside you and making you moan. “I know there are nerves involved which can impact how wet you get and I don’t want to do anything that would cause you pain or discomfort, so I’m going to finger you until I’m ready to stop. You can beg all you want but I won’t fuck you until I decide you can handle it.” Even that was hot though you weren’t exactly sure why, but whatever it was you found yourself nodding in agreement, staring at him through eyes half lidded with pleasure.

When Roger was satisfied that you were ready for more than his fingers, he pulled them from you and got to his knees, shuffling around to rummage through his bedside cabinet. A moment later you realised why as he kicked off his underwear and tore open a condom. You watched as he rolled it down his shaft, noting he’d described himself quite accurately. “Sorry,” he said as he caught your eye, “did you want to do that?” “No, that’s okay,” you chuckled, “just that Dylan never liked to wear them,” “Hey, we have a rule remember. And this is the first time I’m fucking one of my students, I’m not doing it raw, are you kidding?” “Sorry. And yeah, you’re probably right to use one.” “Hey, this is just the control remember. Condoms are a variable we can change later.” You laughed at that and nodded as Roger squirted some lube into his palm and began stroking himself, letting out small groans at the contact. “Are you going to fuck me yet or is there something else I have to wait for?” “Careful Ms Y/L/N, you know I don’t tolerate that kind of attitude.” He smiled as he crawled over you again, catching your lips quickly before he sat back on his heels and pushed your legs wide. With a final look, as if to give you a chance to end things before they went any further, he lined himself up and pressed himself into you. You gasped as he filled you easily, bottoming out. “God you feel good,” he panted, “are you okay? Can I move?” “Yeah,” you nodded, “please move.” He breathed out a small sigh as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward again, finding a rhythm. As he got more comfortable in the moment, Roger leaned over you again, pushing his face between your breasts and laving your skin with his tongue. He rediscovered the spots he’d found earlier, humming around your nipples and squeezing your boobs as he thrust into you. “Feel good?” “Yeah,” “You close yet?” “Not really.” “That’s alright,” he said softly as he readjusted his position, sitting back and lifting your legs over his shoulders. You felt the angle change as he fucked into you harder than before, his pace a little faster, “Play with your tits for me.” You didn’t hesitate to do as he asked, panting in sync with his thrusts as he dropped his fingers to your clit, rubbing in tight circles, forcing more moans and whines from your throat. “That’s right, tell me how good it is to be spread out under your professor, full of my hard cock. Christ you’re so fucking tight. Why didn’t I fuck you sooner?”.” You let your moans pick up a little as he ploughed into you, willing yourself to reach your climax. “Yeah? You like that. Are you close now?” “Uh-” “So no.” “Sorry, i-it just takes a while usually. I could f-fake it if you wa-nt to stop.” “No!” his voice sounded strained as he stilled inside you, “This is about getting you off and I will keep fucking you even if it takes all night for you to cum. I just need to readjust again.” Your laugh became a small whine as he pulled out of you and rolled you over so you were on top of him, “what are you-?” “Ride me. You said you like being on top so ride me,” You smiled and pressed your lips to his quickly before settling yourself over him and carefully sinking down into place. As you took him as deep as you could you halted a moment to enjoy the sensation of being full again, gently rocking your hips as you braced your hands on Roger’s chest. He held your gaze as he slipped two fingers into his mouth, pulling them out when they were dripping with saliva. He pressed them together with his thumb before bringing the wet digits to your right nipple, massaging it until you arched your back and tilted your head backwards. There was no way to resist any longer and you raised yourself on your knees before sinking back down, grunting as he hit just the right spot. “Better?” he grunted. “Mhmm,” you managed to get out before a moan, once again lifting and dropping yourself. You settled into the flow of it, the movement of your hips and the way you pulsed around him as you took him harder and faster, feeling the pleasure build and build and build. Until Roger’s voice, cracking with the effort, broke through your concentration. “Fuck, I’m close, I’m close. I’m gonna cum,” “Okay,” you said, not sure what else you could say, a little disappointed that it was going to be over before you could finish. So much for all night, though you supposed he’d only said that to help you relax and finish faster. At least it was hot watching him unravel beneath you, his grunts and groans loud and shameless, his hips spasming under yours. You waited until he was done, eyes closed and chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain control of his breathing, and then lifted yourself to dismount him. Or you would have, except you felt his hands grab you by the hips and press you down again. “Your turn,” he said it so earnestly, no hint of the dominant teasing from earlier or any egotistical overconfidence, that you found yourself agreeing immediately, shocked into doing what he was guiding you to. You raised your hips again, let him pull you back down hard and before long you’d found your rhythm again. He let go of your hip, moving the hand to messily rub your clit as you shifted a little, changing the angle by a fraction. It was enough to have you careening towards the edge, even as Roger pulled air through his teeth as the extra stimulation. “So close,” you muttered before he could ask, eyes shut, intent on your mission. “C’mon, cum on my cock, show me how good it feels,” You nodded unthinkingly as he encouraged you, feeling it just out of reach until finally the familiar warmth washed over you, a long moan slipping from between your lips as you swivelled your hips, prolonging the orgasm as long as you could. “There you go, good girl.”

******

Roger gasped as you climbed off him and carefully removed his condom to throw it out. “I could have done that,” “You did enough.” He was smiling when you turned back to face him and beckoned you over to join him on the bed once more, pressing a kiss to your jaw and the corner of your mouth before he found your lips again. You sighed against him, lost in the blissful warmth of the moment. “I’ll do it. I’ll tutor you,” Roger said after some time, his arm draped over your side, your faces inches from each other. “You mean it?” “Yes.” “Because I’m a hot shag?” He let out an exhale of laughter, “Because I would rather you learnt about that kind of stuff from someone like me than some random on the internet who thinks that being dominant means being cruel or causing pain. At least I can make sure you approach things from a healthy angle with your own enjoyment in mind as much as your ex’s.” “Thank you. So…when do we start?” “Give me a few days to plan out some lessons, put together a curriculum.” “Oh, so it’s going to be like proper tutoring then.” “You’re the one that came to a teacher about this.” “Fair enough.” You would have happily stayed there longer and you later wondered if Roger would have let you had an alarm on his phone not gone off, a reminder to put his bins out for collection in the morning. He frowned as he realised the time and glanced at you. The piercing melody had brought the reality of the situation back to both of you. “I guess that means I should leave, right?” Roger sat up and scooted a little further away from you, “Yes, you probably should.” He paused for a moment, “No one can know about this.” “I know, I understand. It’s our secret.” He pulled in a breath, “Exactly, our secret. Do you need me to call you a cab?” “No, it’s fine, I drove here.” “Okay. Well, why don’t we get dressed and I’ll walk you out.” “Are you okay with this? If you really don’t want to teach me, I’d understand.” “No I want to. More than I should.” “That’s okay. No one will know and we’ll do things your way, whatever you think is best.” “My way,” he muttered to himself, “Yes. Exactly. Okay. Um, tell you what,” he swung his legs out of the bed and bent forward to retrieve the underwear he’d discarded earlier, pulling them up under cover of the corner of the bed sheet, “I will grab my things and go collect our dishes from dinner. You can stay here and get changed and then when you’re ready to go, come find me in the kitchen, okay Ms Y/L/N?” “Sounds great, Professor Taylor.” He nodded at you once more before he left, bending to collect his pants and shirt on his way. You waited a minute or so, mind racing with the events of the evening and the promise of what would be coming, before you too stood and began to redress.

When you felt sufficiently tidy you stepped out into the hallway and headed in the direction you hoped led to the kitchen. Roger was there, redressed and hardly looking like he’d just got out of bed, leaning against the bench, eyes out of focus. When you arrived though his head jerked around towards your movement. “All good?” he asked, “got everything?” “Yeah, think so.” “Well,” he said, leading you towards the front door, “it was great having you. Over. Having you over. I’m glad we could come to an agreement.” “It was great for me too Professor.” “I will see you in class on Monday, don’t forget about that reading you’re meant to do.” “Got it. Um, can I ask about my next tutoring session, when would that be?” “I will talk to you about it after class on Monday if that’s okay.” “Absolutely, whatever works for you Professor.” He opened the door, standing on his side of the entrance as you stepped outside, “Right, well. Goodnight Ms Y/L/N,” “Goodnight Roger,” you said, quickly leaning in to kiss his cheek, “and thank you.” He still looked a little stunned as you got into your car, wondering just what you’d got yourself into.

#my writing #my fics #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #professor roger taylor #it feels so good to be posting this tbh #i cant wait for ya'll to read it and also the rest of the series ksjflsflsjflsjf

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snaileo · 2 years ago

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Can you talk about your tobio lives au sims more

sorry for the late reply!!

so my version of the au did not originate in the sims, its sorta its own au of an au which you know already im just stating this for anyone else. There are also two different versions. theres the atb sims pilot that was never picked up, and then the atb sims reboot. Theyre like this because the pilot was on my shitty laptop, i didnt have as many mods nor cc, as well as packs either. the reboot is more beefed, its on my better pc, more mods/cc, a lot of the packs. Tobio hasnt even been born yet in my reboot save file and ive been playing it for 2 years i think. Im too lazy to update my game rn bc of the fact i have so much shit lol anyway time to talk abt each of them Pilot: this was way back in 2019 i think and it was honestly no substance other than i just wanted to play umataro and hiroshi and have them get married have a family. i dont have all the screenshots bc theyre on my laptop which is busted and not worth trying to turn on. but when tobio was born he had hiroshi's blonde hair and i decided to keep it, so the pilot is also known as blonde tobio au lol. tobio took on hobbies such as the violin, much like how his dad plays piano. atom and uran were eventually born too but my laptop was dying before they could have their birthdays (also my laptop DEFINITELY could not run any good, crisp graphics so everything looks gross and shitty) 1. hiroshi & tobio 2. Teen tobio playing the violin 3. atom and uran

i had tobio going thru a little bit of an emo phase, but i kept the blonde hair lol. i even built them this big ass awful house tht took forever (but i was proud of in the moment) but my laptop could BARELY run it, and then not long after my laptop started dying lol.

The Reboot: ah yes. better pc, better graphics, more mods, and cc this is finally the reboot. ive been playing this save file for multiple years now. its more fleshed out, more attention to detail. Motoko did make an appearance in the original pilot, but here she has more of story, I also spent time actually building lab 7, which is where the save file started. The reason I rebooted the atb sims is because I had gotten the university dlc which I thoguht Oh this is perfect bc it also adds robots so a106 made an appearance, and as i got more packs, i added more characters for instance I made tom when I got cats & dogs.

I have more of a story planned for the reboot, but specifically for tobio, I want him to grow up on a little bit of some farm, as I intend on hoshie to be good at gardening. Now my hoshie for my sims save is the OG once upon a time hoshie, not ATB hoshie. anyway tobio will grow up with chickens and I intend to have hiroshi be his godfather (to eventual step father) and like im excited to play more sims i just hate updating the game. my next goal for the save file is to update hiroshi's side of the family since the story has advanced but his family is. stagnant/still in the past. my idea for tobio is for him to still be a loner but to have more family. I also intend on having atom and uran be his younger half siblings (pretend theyre robots)

in my last play session i had motoko take her kids and her friends on a vacation. im tryinnnnnggggggg ot get hoshie and tenma to know each other more and am hoping after the vacation that i can push even further for tobio to finally make his way into the save

oh forgot!!! to mention1!! i also want reno in this save file buit i cant bring him in until tobio is born (hiroshi is gonna foster to adopt him)

im not the best at explaining my sims stuff without going on long tangents since ive been playing it for so long but im ending it with a screenshot of hiroshi with his godchildren (motoko's twins, yuko and daichi, taken during my last play session of their vacation)

#atb sims #atb sims reboot

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ohblackdiamond · 3 years ago

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life and life only (eventual paul/gene, some paul/victoria, pg for now) (part 3 of ?)

Mermaid AU. Paul lives in isolation in a sunken ship with his sister, until a new mer comes by to see his ship, and he starts to reassess the human world. In this chapter: Paul talks about a mermaid creation story and frets over his relationship with Victoria.

He spent the next several days trying to dodge Julia’s surliness. Victoria’s visits weren’t quite as frequent. She was in another play. Hair or something. She told him a bit about it one day, while Paul harvested dulse from the garden.

“I did it last year, too.” Her mouth twitched up. “There’s a nude scene.”

“Really?”

“It only lasts about half a minute.”

He couldn’t help himself. He started to laugh, almost dropping his knife, snatching it back just in time and trimming away another few dark red fronds of dulse, sticking them in his bag.

“That’s pathetic. That’s not even a nude scene.”

“It gets worse! They don’t make anyone do it, just the ones that want to. But hardly anyone wants to. Most of them have to get drunk first. Can you imagine?” Victoria shook her head.

“They’re so strange.”

“Do you think they’re ashamed?”

“What do they have to be ashamed about? They’re not cursed.”

“Cursed?” Victoria looked at him curiously, one eyebrow raised.

“Don’t you know the story?” Paul had thought everyone knew. It wasn’t a tale specific to the scattered mer who lived off the New York coast and its islands at all. “Victoria, where are you from, really, if you don’t--”

“Tell me.”

“Well…” he started, hesitating just slightly. “A couple thousand years ago…”

A couple thousand years ago, the mer weren’t mer at all. They lived on a huge island on the other side of the sea. Millions of them. The best and brightest. They invented things. Had technologies that, even now, the humans could only dream of. They had almost all of nature under their control. Could create and destroy on a whim, from far, far away. The atom bombs and nuclear weapons the humans had at their disposal now were toys in comparison with what the mer had all those years ago.

And so they became indolent, self-possessed, bloated things. All pleasures a moment away. All pains easily assuaged. Every other island, every other nation would bow to their whims, terrified of being obliterated. They’d subjugated so many.

The gods grew angry with them. Rained destruction down at the mer with volcanoes, hurricanes, earthquakes, fires, and still the mer scorned them. “Take our island; we’ll only go elsewhere. We have no need of you.” The mer tried to flee to the neighboring islands, to those they had conquered, but the gods outsmarted them. As the island crumbled, the gods cursed the mer, transforming them, their legs merging into tails, their only refuge the sea. Their technologies were useless under the water. They were forced to live off of the scraps of those they’d once ruled over, sinking their ships to use as their homes, stealing their precious things for trade. The greatest civilization in the world had been permanently reduced to scavengers under the sea.

Looking at her face, he could tell she’d never heard a bit of it before. His tailfin twitched subconsciously.

“But that doesn’t make sense, Paul. We can go human. We can landlock. We’re only trapped here if we want to be.”

“It’s just a legend,” Paul deflected as he cut away a few more fronds.

“Do you believe it?”

He shrugged.

“I think maybe we were like them a long time ago, and then something happened to us. I think that’s why we can go ashore.” Considering it too long made him uncomfortable. “I don’t know if I believe all of it.”

She nodded, lips pursed, and didn’t say anything else. He pushed ahead.

“Don’t they tell that story where you’re from? Or something close, at least?”

“I never heard it before.” Victoria rubbed the back of her neck. “Hey, listen. I can get you a ticket, if you want to see me in the show sometime.”

A ticket. He had barely been able to sit in that cab, and hadn’t even ordered the food at the restaurant, and here she was, inviting him to see her perform. She thought he could manage it. His stomach felt like it was full to bursting with bubbles, one popping every moment.

“I don’t know that I could.”

“We can practice. I don’t have a lot of time off right now, but… let’s say once a week, we could go ashore together. New York just takes some getting used to. I think you’d like it a lot.” She winked. “I know you at least liked the food.”

“You’d do that with me?”

“Definitely. How about-- it would be…” and she frowned, “I’ll be able to meet you again a week from tomorrow. I’ll have the boat out just above your ship, so you can meet me. That’d be on the full moon. You game?”

He’d be game for anything with her. Even something he wasn’t prepared for. He nodded.

“I’ll teach you how to take a cab, how to ride the subway… and the box office. I’ll show you how you’d get your tickets at the box office.” She paused. “But in the meantime…”

“Yeah?”

She pointed to the seaweed blades in his hand.

“Let me try some of that.”

“It’s not as good as the sushi.”

“You trade it at the market, right? So it must be pretty good.”

“It’s just dulse. I guess it’s okay,” he said, but he handed her a bit of one frond anyway. “The one I’ve really been working on is over here. I haven’t got a lot of it yet, but--”

“Sugar kelp, right?”

“Yeah. I’ve been cultivating it for a year now.” He reached over, trimming off a piece for her. “I like it. The trouble is, so do the mollusks.”

She tasted the dulse first. He hadn’t crossbred it with anything, so the flavor was the same as when he was a kid, salty, slightly meaty. Then the sugar kelp, chewing carefully. It was just a tinge sweeter than what the other gardeners brought to market, sweeter and a little less gummy. He had toyed with the idea of drying it on the beach, and abandoned the idea as soon as he’d realized the amount of time that would take ashore. Better to just eat and sell it raw.

“It’s really good. You did this yourself?”

“Yeah.” He felt himself start to smile. “I’ve just been crossing the ones with the best flavor with each other. I can’t hunt, so I garden. Then we trade it in for meat.”

“You’ve done a lot. In New York, this would be a farm, not a garden.”

“Farms have more than one person working on them.”

“Your sister doesn’t?”

“Julia’s the one that goes out and trades it most of the time.” He cut off a bit of sugar kelp for himself, chewing before he said anything else. “That’s hard enough around here.”

“Could you do okay without going to the market?”

Paul gave her an odd look, shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t want to. It’s the only way we can ever get any dolphin or shark.”

“We’ll see,” Victoria said.

Victoria made good on her word. That next visit, she showed him how to take the cab and the subway, and even took him to the Broadway Theater, though they didn’t actually purchase tickets (“I know the girl who stars in this one” was her only response, when he asked why). She took him to a sandwich shop afterwards, where he ate the first cooked tuna and the first lobster bisque of his life.

He wondered how he could pay her back. He could steal money from the beachgoers easily enough, especially at night, and give it to her to pay for the outings, but that didn’t seem very meaningful. He could make a string of pearls for her, but she could probably buy one just as easily. The old-fashioned mer courting rituals were beyond him. He couldn’t bring her a taste of his kill from the hunt. He couldn’t sink a merchant ship in her honor and shower her in the spoils. Paul didn’t even know if they were courting, really. She’d take his hand, especially when they were ashore, or touch his arm, but they’d never kissed and he’d never held her. Every meeting-- they were less frequent now that the play was in full swing-- left him wanting to ask her. Left him thinking about her the whole rest of the evening. The whole rest of the month. Daydreaming like a fool.

He wished he had someone to talk to about her. Julia was no good for that; she seemed like she was only getting more sour by the day. Once, curious, he’d gone into her cabin while she was taking their seaweed to market, wondering if he might find tokens from the widower on her dresser, but there was nothing new anywhere.

The months went by, summer into fall into winter. Victoria had bought a suitcase just for his clothes, and kept it in her boat. He hadn’t been limited to the cast-offs from the beachgoers in awhile now. She had even gotten him a pair of high-heeled boots and a coat, a sable-colored, heavy thing with fake fur lining the inside.

“Early birthday present,” she’d said. He’d been shivering too much to express his gratitude properly, hastily drying off and stepping into his clothes and then tugging on the coat. Victoria wouldn’t bother transforming back to mer once it got chilly out, preferring to just take her boat out to meet him, and he was starting to understand why. The shift from cold to warm-blooded was painful in the winter, especially when climbing into her boat.

“How’d you know?”

“Oh, a little birdie, that sort of thing.”

He didn’t understand the reference, but nodded along anyway.

“When’s yours?” It wasn’t an elegant way to broach the subject, sure, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Couple weeks after yours. February 3rd.” She caught herself. “Uh, that’d be… three days before the new moon, I think.”

Paul smiled. She was more hesitant with their timekeeping than he was with the human’s.

“What do you want for it?”

“My birthday? Nothing.”

“Everyone wants something for their birthday.” He fumbled with the shoelaces, finally figuring out how to loosen them up enough that he could step into the boots. Tying them wasn’t a problem. “Give me a hint.”

“Oh, no, Paul, it’s not important.” She started the boat back up, the revving engine killing half her next words. She had to repeat herself twice before he understood. “I think I’d just like a quiet night. I don’t get very many of those right now.”

“Because of the play?”

She shrugged and straightened the collar of his coat, brushing his still-damp hair out from beneath it. Her fingers touched his neck a few times while she was doing it, and it was all he could manage not to lean into the small touch. A tug on his hair knocked him out of his distraction. She was winding one curly dark brown lock around her finger, pulling him in closer than he’d ever dared before.

“You smell like the sea,” she said suddenly. “I hope you always do.”

His eighteenth birthday passed almost without fanfare. Julia had procured some shark and oysters and they ate them at the kitchen table. It was the same meal their mother would prepare on birthdays. Paul chewed it all up mechanically, reminiscing. For a few weeks after their mother died, it had seemed as though every mer around had come out to their vessel, bringing food and condolences. Paul had mostly hid from them, only sneaking outside his cabin to snatch morsels from the kitchen. They’d barely had anything to trade at the market then, either, and yet Julia would always come home with more meat in her bag than she could easily carry. And then, one day, it had all stopped. No one came by anymore. Not old friends of their mother’s or neighbors or anyone. They weren’t getting those sympathy deals out of the other traders at the market. It was like they’d been cut off from everything, even pity.

That was seven years ago now.

He wondered what their mother would think of them now. He wondered if she’d be proud. He had always been his mother’s pet, because he couldn’t hear well or talk plainly. She had showed him how to plant-- it had been her garden before it was his. When she’d gotten sick, he had been the one she’d wanted to stay with her, not Julia. She’d lay on her cot, delirious, and talk about strange things. He and Julia had to feed her, clean her, everything. She’d lingered for months that way. The cancer took her mind long before it took her.

“You’re quiet,” Julia said, cracking open an oyster.

“Sorry.”

“Thought you’d be with her tonight.”

“She’s doing the play tonight.”

“Is she always doing that play?”

“Well, it’s four days a week.” He finished off his plate. The oysters had made him turn over one of his old ideas for what to get Victoria. No. No, she really could buy a pearl necklace just as easily. “She’s gonna be a big star someday.”

“They all say that over there.”

How would you know? was already hinging at the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down.

“She’ll do it. I know she will.”

Julia ate the last of the oysters, idly tossing the shells out one broken porthole. She didn’t argue.

Paul dug through his mother’s jewelry off and on over the next few days, trying to find something suitable. Everything he had of hers was so old. Victoria had interesting pieces that she wore ashore. Intricate, bold Berber jewelry. A turquoise ring with a silver band. The pieces from his mother were mostly gold and rhinestones. There was a pearl necklace his father had made for her well over twenty years ago, tucked inside a drawer, but Paul just couldn’t offer that one up. It didn’t feel like his to give.

Maybe one of the earring sets. He rolled one garnet stud between his fingers, considering and then rejecting his own idea. No. No, all that was assuming too much. What he needed to do--

What he needed to do was meet her on his own.

She had been in the play long enough that he’d figured out what days it showed, just by when she could manage to meet him. She’d be performing on her birthday. Warmth and dread filled him all at once. He hadn’t yet gone to New York by himself. If he could do it alone, if he could travel all that way, take a cab, navigate to Broadway and everything… why, then…

His heart thudded painfully as he laid down on his cot and made his plans.

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #paul stanley #mermaid au #mermaids

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