#eden student

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[peanutseagle]

Aged up Damianya in a play (as extras, Becky is probably the main character)

oh yOU BET

[melit0n]

Welcome to another post in which I (somewhat) ramble about Euclid.

The line "a parallel I'd lay my life on." is such a sweetly spoken juxtaposition. To be parallel to another person is to be one in the same: someone that mirrors your ideas and possibly even physical attributes. A "bitter reflection", if you will.

Now, in maths (for those who don't know: it's suggested that the title Euclid either comes from the philosopher, or, more likely, the mathematician, often known as The Father of Geometry, and most famous for his work on symmetry) parallel lines only ever come in pairs. It's not mathematically possible to have a single parellel line. These lines always the same distance apart: they never meet.

If they do? They stop being parallel lines. They destroy their own definition, they entire thing that makes them them, for the sake of joining.

Plus, Euclid's lesser known definition is a copy of the same, coming from Euclid the mathematician.

To call this person "a parallel", therefore, is bittersweet. They are, by textbook definition, his foil. For parallel lines to meet is to ensure some form of destruction. Of what and whom, that is yet to be seen.

[undead-merman]

Day Twenty One: Teacher Telepathy

Eden and GN Pc

This idea was from @inkyquince's professor Eden. Yes, I wrote this for Inky and Necro

Contains student and teacher relations, thoughts of kidnapping, abuse and extortion of reader, stalking, adoption with the intent to lock you up and fuck you

Fucking coffee grinder broke right on his first day. Snapped right in his hands before he could even make a cup. Normally he’d fix it, but this one was a welcoming gift from Sirris, some electrical hunk of shit instead of an old school mechanical one like he prefers. He doesn’t know how to fix this fucking thing.  He’s not even sure what happened to the old one. So now he’s without coffee and a grinder for it. He’d have to stop by that little run down place right at the forest edge to pick up another.

He grabbed his ham and cheese lunch, wrapped in a brown paper bag, a bottle of filtered water, and house keys before heading out. The sun had yet to rise, leaving the shadows as thick as dark as the thoughts of people passing by.

All of them, fucking disgusting.

Each one echoed in his head like a chamber. Disturbed and deprived thoughts from everyone, though a few thoughts resonate fear when he walked by. Fearing his face, his build, his walk, or even his scars. Some even … Lusted after him, thoughts they believed to be private were loud about what they’d do to him.

It just made his mood worse.

When he got to school and managed to get some coffee from there, it was watery, tasted like trash and some kind of cleaning chemical. He dumped it after the first drink and decided to opt for his water to settle him over as he sat in his room and looked over each class roster. Nothing special, not surprised.

So before everyone filed into his workshop, he took the time to start whittling and enjoy the rare silence.

-

The classes were as loud as he expected. Not just out loud, he could quiet them down in a second, but their thoughts were all over. It gave him a migraine instantly.

Some of them thought this class meat they could fuck around, either with each other or. He made sure to nip that idea right in the bud. It was a hassle just dealing with everyone. Though there was you. You minded your own business, you were particularly cute, not rowdy/ but one thing that stuck out was how calm your thoughts were. They weren’t as foul as the others in town. Sure you weren’t focused entirely on the task assigned but the thoughts about the dog you saw at the orphanage made him smile to himself.

His eyes hardly left you. He studied every part of you. The way you carried yourself, talked to your peers. He didn’t even realize till the end of class that he’d been completely enraptured by you. Even by the end of the school day, his thoughts lingered on you. Even when he got home and took a shower,

he found his thoughts lingering on you still.

Looking down, he saw his cock twitching to life, the dark head began to swell and leak. He ran a hand from his stomach down to his mess of pubes as he thought about your face. The heat of arousal just builds as he adds more kindling to it. Thinking about if you were a virgin or not. You seemed like it. His hand grabs his dick and began pumping.

How tight would you be around him? Were you a quiet moaner or a screamer? You seem like the type to like it rough, and he could provide that. Ram into your hole and until you see stars.

He spills on his hand, and he takes a moment to look at what he’s done. There's shame, though not as much as he’d thought there’d be. His contentedness outweighs anything else. He could do this again and have no problems with the fact that you are his student.

-

It’s been a few weeks now, he’s gotten used to the schedule, he knows almost everyone’s names now, even if he didn't really did not care for most of his students.

But you, he likes you. He keeps an eye on you in class. Watching you as you work and being one of the rare student’s he comes up to help instead of telling them to pay more attention in class before kicking them off the machines for the day. He would have been fine with simply having perverted thoughts about you and jerking off in the shower every night. He really would have, but you saw one of his whittled pieces and smiled looking over it.

Those soft hands of yours gliding over the carved out wolf, your head filled with nothing but genuine awe. Shit, he wanted to ruin you now. You were too docile and sweet for this damn town. He built a cage under his bed for you. It was a spur of them moment thing on a weekend after Sirris dragged him along for drinks. He hated drinking, he wasn’t even sure why he agreed. But the buzz in his stomach and head had him trying to busy his hands and lead to a half finished cage. And when he woke up to see it, he made sure to finish it. The idea of you under there had him just staring, picturing you inside, as he stroked his cock a bit harder this time around than normal. Grumbling when he realized his cum flew and he had to clean the bars.

He’d made his coffee for the day, sat at his seat waiting for the morning to start when he heard a knocking on the door. He frowned, sat up from the chair and swung it open, expecting some snotting idiot to ask him for an extension on a project. No, it was you. Project in hand.

You sat in with him making small talk that he strangely found himself enjoying as he gazed at your project. You did well. Surprisingly so, most students just turn it in for a grade with stuff he’s seen a dozen times before, but you added your own flair and seemed to work hard on it.

You’d be good as a house spouse. Fixing his clothes, taking time to sew up that rip in his nice cable knit sweater. He let one question out, just to test the waters and masking it as concern for you. You answered and seemed happy he was asking something more personal than just to put your name and date on your paper. He asked more, and before he knew it, his watch went off, five minutes before the first bell. You gave him a smile and a wave.

‘Mr. Eden looks handsome today.’

His heart went into his throat as you went out the door. He locked the door and fucked his fist. Cumming all over his hand with two minutes still left.

-

You came into his room more frequently. He could hear your thoughts. You found him safe, even nice. He couldn’t have been farther from those things. In fact, he was the most dangerous thing to you at this school. But he loved that. He loved how safe and secure you felt when he simply was just in the room with you. Would you feel the same way he sat you on his lap during class? Skull fucked you while there was a test going on?

“Mr. Eden are you married?”

He could be. He’d marry you. Not only that, but he’d take excellent care of you. Make sure you never felt lonely, the bed was always warm, He’d even make dinners for you if you made breakfast and coffee. He answers. No. he doesn’t elaborate. And you were content with that, just the way he likes it.

Though your fist catches his eye. Bruised, just ever so slightly, probably even covered up with some kind of make up. He studied you more as you looked at his news carving. Just under your school shirt right at the neck, rubbed off by the collar, was a bruise, one from a rope. He shouldn’t be surprised. You lived at the orphanage. He’d heard about your debt, he was acquainted with Bailey, after all.

Maybe, just maybe, he’d give Bailey a call about you?

-

Sure enough, he was right. He’d been getting you to pay over four thousand a week for the past few months. Figures. Bailey asked if he was interested in you, already sniffing out the reason. He didn’t fully respond, though that was because he didn’t have to.

“The brat hasn’t been able to make their payments. Probably won’t even have this week's either.”

Bailey still owed him that favor… He mentioned it, and he heard a very rare laugh come from him.

“You want them?”

That alone caused him to rub the front of his legs, feeling his trousers becoming tight.

-

It was faster than he expected. Bailey made a comment he was getting soft when he requested it look like an adoption, even though he didn’t actually care about signing it. It just had to look that way to you.

When you had gotten the news, you’d busted into his room blabbering and pulling him into a hug with big wet eyes. Your thoughts were loud today, like new year's celebrations. It was cute, he found himself petting your head and when you calmed down he could hear the thoughts you were trying to push out of your own mind.

‘He’s going to be my dad now… I shouldn’t think about that kind of stuff.’

He’d never dug into thoughts. Not like this. He chased after what you tried to bury. Fantasies about you and him. Not as filthy as what he had in mind, but the fact you saw him in that light had him clenching his hand so hard his nails were digging into his callouses. What was stopping him from pushing you onto the desk and fucking you, just like you both wanted? Tying you up and dragging you home to lock under his bed until you couldn’t do anything but drool over his cock and beg for him to claim you as his own.

He moved closer. Slowly dragging his hand-over your knee and working over your thigh. He could hear you, even though you weren’t talking. He adored the little conflict running through your mind. Even more so with the fact you didn’t move away. Your mind ran a muck, and he kept pushing. You didn’t stop him. Eternally, you were hoping for more. And he gave it to you. Large hands pushing into your underwear to grope you. His middle finger rubbing against your hole.

Soon enough you were in his lap, his fingers inside you, sloppy and wet. The sounds of your hole being abused, and your heavy breathing were loud in his empty classroom. Your fingers digging into the flesh of his arm as he watched you like a predator. You were just as tight as he hopped, if not more so.

Your toes and legs curled as you came from his hand alone. You were gasping for breath. He simply unfastened his buttons and pulled down his zipper. Slowly pulling out his fingers before pulling another confiscated packet of lube out and squeezed it onto his cock.

And he was going to have you all to himself when he finally got you home too.

[a-student-out-of-time]

//She's got you there, Kokichi : P

[indulgy]

Currently researching for a fic but google said nothing so I had to ask my sister who’s a medical student “how high up would you have to be to injure your shoulder” T.T

And this was a day after I asked her while eating corn dogs “Is there any condition where you have to wear a neck brace for the rest of your life but you can use the rest of your body just fine?” This was for my friend who’s reworking an old fangan they made and asked ME for help ﾒ﹏ﾒ I’m not even a med student yet… ╥_╥

Anyways!! Here’s something I found that I decided felt like these two duos!!!!

Oh and if you wanted to know the answers to the questions, you’d have to be about standing on a kitchen counter/3-step step ladder to fracture or possibly break your shoulder, and no, there’s no condition because if you’re neck is seriously injured to the point you have to wear a neck brace for your whole life then that means a part of your spinal cord is damaged which means you’d be paralyzed from the neck down. That’s what she told me no questions asked, s tier sister. :3

[sugarsnappeases]

also…. making things lilyrosekiller now (blame saints) but med students lily and evan on their placement year, who’re kinda friends?? maybe?? they’re both sorta outcasts in the med student body bc lily just works SO much and evan is such a fucking freak, so they hang out together sometimes bc no one else wants to

then there’s barty… who’s mum is ill and staying in the hospital and he’s coming to visit and he’s like absurdly hot in a really ‘i shouldn’t find him attractive’ way and lily and evan are just drooooling

like he’s punching walls bc his mum’s not getting better and they’re thinking about licking the blood off his knuckles. he’s fighting w a doctor about the treatment plan, all angry and assertive like, and they’re about ready to start stripping for him. he’s speaking gently to his mum and reading trashy magazines about celebrity sex scandals aloud to her and they’re seconds away from throwing themselves down at his feet in worship

and then lily and evan notice the other’s obsession and it becomes a sort of competition, who can get barty to notice them, and they’re making endless tea and embarrassing attempts at small talk and they’re arguing about who he likes more in one of the hospital broom cupboards

and then ‘i bet i could kiss him far better than you ever could’ and ‘prove it then’ and they’re just full on making out now and…..

barty’s back at the hospital again the next day and evan and lily are just. like every time he looks at them they sneak off to snog and he speaks to lily for a few minutes and five minutes later, she and evan are fucking in the staff toilet like ‘and then he said - oh right there, perfect - he said yeah whatever thanks, oh, oh!-’

and one time barty walks in on them and they’re just immediately ten times more turned on and barty can tell, like he’s raising an eyebrow and taking his shirt off like okay cool, this could be fun

and now he’s coming to the hospital even more, and not just to visit his mum, and they just AAAAAAAA they’re just driving me insane actually and at this point my thoughts just devolve into garbled screams so i’m gonna stop talking now…

[amyisherenowitsokay]

begging my followers who live in a constant state of 'does this song fit in any of my fandoms/ships' to listen

add this to your collection

[neverquiteedenstudyblr]

02.09.2024

Quests for Today:

Wake up early (+15)✅️

PAD day at work (+35)

Walk home (+10)✅️

Rethink day (+5)✅️

Go on a run (+15) ✅️

Do an R practical (+10) ✅️

Read through Bioinformatics notes from friend (+15)

Do Core Workout (+10) ✅️

Make Apple Strudel Mix (+5)

Crochet a square for cardigan (+5) ✅️

CURRENT POINTS: 70

WIN CONDITION: 60

WIN

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I got a letter from my excellent friend today, so that's absolutely made my day.

Yesterday we went on a long walk up a local hill, which tired us out and I ended up having a nap. The transition from August to September has been especially sharp here, with the last day of August being glorious sunshine, and then the first two days of September being full of mist and drizzle, which made the walk up the hill rather bracing. To commemorate the last days of summer, I have attached an image from back when it was sunny here.

[xulips]

i am a material girl , i want to be that fucked up girl

[sxfmangacaps]

[studentsoflidark]

#10

the ask box is now OPEN

[wysteribun]

victor's parents :D

[luchia-a]

Eve’s model sheet for my grad film THE EDEN

Part 1

[a-student-out-of-time]

//Made in celebration of Despair Time Chapter 2 coming out, I hope you enjoy