#genepool

[circus-critter]

Love Killer Frequency so much it fucks so severely but the epilogue pictures are a form of comedy. Why are you trying to gaslight me into thinking that woman is Peggy. I have sat across from this character model with a full head of big gorgeous curls for the last 8 hours and you're showing me someone with nary a wave. Who IS that.

[armoricaroyalty]

"I don't understand, why did [x] make such an obviously terrible choice?"

they are stupid! hope this helps 👍

[420thewritersroom]

Warhammer/Horus Heresy Kinktober 2024

Day 1: Dark Angels/Clothes/Public-Getting Caught

Summary: Asmodai catches one of his younger brothers jorking their shit while sniffing some jorts

TW: Armor stays on during sex, public sex (I think), getting caught, humiliation, scent, Astartes like that human rank, voyeurism, masturbation, no beta we die like Horus

Adding this to the list of shit I should probably get done, but I'm too busy doing this! I got the inspiration from a tumblr post from @bbrokenbback that made a Warhammer/Horus Heresy Kinktober lists and I wanted to have a crack at it as I've never done a Kinktober before. Can't promise I'll do ALL of the days or even stay 100% true to the prompts, but I can try lol. If you want the link to the post and want to try it yourself or give it your own little spin, check the end notes!

There is an unspoken truth amongst Astartes that is seldom spoken about. Lest you are like the barbaric Space Wolves or White Scars, or even the far-to-curious Blood Ravens, there is a reason why Astartes, if it can be helped, rarely interact with mortals. A rational Astartes could list a plethora of reasons why their legion keep their distance: life span, the constant, unneeded reverence, their accommodations. But there's always one reason that they leave out, the scent.

A mortal's scent, as insignificant and unnoticeable as it may be compared to what an Astartes has experienced, is considered intoxicating. At least, those were the rumors Asmodai had heard. He's heard talks amongst his brothers. About the various scents they lather on their bodies, should they have the luxury of obtaining scented oils and perfumes. Their natural aroma that exudes from the Guardsmen after long hours of training. The adrenaline rush after a battle, where they are bathed in the viscera and blood of their enemies. It's all the wild with the new Primaris brothers, with their enhanced senses taking in the smell of mortals, a scent that is both a temptation and a torment.

Asmodai is no stranger to this revelation; he never cared to notice, as his duty as the Interrogator-Chaplain was always first on his mind. But the way the new recruits talk of this scent topic is almost akin to a lustful fascination. He remembers one of the new recruits, freshly baptized from the roaring fires of battle, expressing how they were practically frozen in place when a mortal approached them. Musky and lathered in dirt & blood, combined with their natural scent of sweat and adrenaline. The Guardsman simply wanted to provide their thanks and reverence, as the typical mortal does, but the Dark Angel wanted to pounce on them right then and there. To rub that concoction of odors all over themselves and mix it with their own. The most the aspiring Dark Angel could do was follow the Guardsman under the guise that they wanted to "ensure they reached their squad safely."

Asmodai still remembers the teasing chuckle one of the elder Angels gave upon hearing this confession. A member of the 9th Company was giving the 10th Company Neophytes war stories of their prior battles before the conversation devolved into the topic of how mortals smell.

"It smells better without the respirator."

Asmodai still cringes inward upon hearing such a statement. And perhaps he heard more than he needed that day. About how some of the Primaris started sneaking near where the mortals work, where they shower. Some dared breaking into the servants' quarters when they were out and about and stealing personal belongings, particularly articles of clothing that left behind a strong aroma. And Asmodai had the...Misfortune to see what one would want with such items.

Asmodai walked the quiet corridors of the Whispering Dome, a place steeped in the history and grandeur of the Dark Angels, hoping to find a place for meditation amongst the various artifacts upheld and kept by their Chapter. Beautiful and glorious they were, representations of the Dark Angels might, their heroics, their perseverance through the darkest hour. All kept and maintained within these mystical chambers. The stars were shining from outside the Dome, and the iridescent stardust provided a soft, dim glow in the room; it was perfectly romantic. Revisiting the Dome felt like reuniting with ghostly lovers for Asmodai. And it was perfectly ruined when he heard a muffled moan.

Asmodai snaps his head to where he thought he heard the intrusive sound, eyes searching like a cornered animal for any visitors. In hindsight, Asmodai wished the moan was from the pitiful throat of a servitor simply conducting its duties. But when his curiosity led him to a dark corner of the Dome, he wished he didn't bother to sate his prying mind.

He recognized the Astartes by the strand of their hair, jet-black and neatly combed back. Josephus, Asmodai remembered their name being. One of the new recruits; newly baptized as well. Asmodai's shock and disappointment were palpable as he realized the extent of the new recruit's actions, starkly contrasting the honor and discipline expected of a Dark Angel. Josephus held his cock firmly in their hand, stroking the base and making slow tugs at his member. Asmodai's blood boiled with righteous fury by the second. What a battle brother did in their free time with their body was none of anyone's concern. Despite the Emperor's blessed teachings and their transformation as Astartes, their bodies still betray them thanks to the high adrenaline they experience on a near daily basis. It's not uncommon for a brother to seek relief after a strenuous battle or sparring match due to heightened epinephrine and blood rushing further south. And perhaps Asmodai would've forgiven such a public display if it wasn't in their most sacred domains on the Rock!

At least Josephus had enough "decency" to remain mostly clothed, still in their scouts' armor with the codpiece seemingly discarded and utilizing the clothed cape to further hide himself from onlookers. Asmodai bore holes into the young Astartes, watching them palm the head of their dripping cock, attuning his ears to their sinful mewls, trying desperately to hold the moan.

He's honestly surprised Josephus didn't immediately feel his presence, but Asmodai would get his immediate answer as the young Primaris, with his other, occupied hand, brought an article of clothing to his face and pressed it to his nose. Heaving in a quick whiff, moving his hand at a faster pace before taking in the still air of the Dome, shakily exhaling as Josephus rut into his own hand.

Of course. The new little Angel caught wind of their favorite scent. Asmodai wouldn't be surprised if the assortment of garments were from the same Guardsman he followed about like a love-sick puppy. This will not do; none of this will! How many more before the growing scent-driven deviants spoil the sanctity of this Dome? Or other rooms of great import? How long will he stand idly by, watching their new recruits fall to a hidden-debased desire because they like the smell of a mortal man or woman? How much longer before this new "trend" spreads to the weak-willed of their brothers, the elders amongst them? And when, not if, WHEN, will it eventually be used to conjure the manipulating whispers of the seductive words of their enemies?

Another inhale from Josephus, and Asmodai was already marching towards the boy. It almost made Asmodai more insulted that Josephus was not at all startled to attention by Asmodai's bull rushes towards him. He wasn't even trying to quietly sneak up on the young Aspirant, and yet his scent-hazed mind couldn't even kick into gear that someone was in the same room as him.

Josephus let out a drawn-out moan, a little louder than expected but not as loud as the choked gasp he emitted as Asmodai wrapped his gauntleted fingers around the scout, squeezing tightly and denying him air. Immediately, the younger Primaris began to claw at Asmodai's wrist, dropping the scented clothing and letting go of his exposed cock. Eyes filled with mixtures of fear and shame as their eyes couldn't focus, and their already flushed face grew even redder.

"So you do know shame, brother. How eager you were to discuss such filth amongst your younger brothers behind closed doors," Asmodai tightens his grip, forcing Josephus to focus now on not going under from asphyxiation. "I can only imagine the sin you commit behind said closed doors. But that wasn't enough for you, wasn't it? No. No, you had to despoil our most holy grounds within the Rock. Taint our sacred artifacts with your exposed shame and dirty the floors, the very same floors legends have walked, yet you paint your unsated need upon these sacred halls."

Asmodai would go on, if he wanted. Lecture the boy until he was blue & purple and unconscious from lack of air. But no, that would be a mercy to their pride. Asmodai loosened his grip, allowing Josephus to gasp for lungs full of air as he leaned down to grab the disgusting attire Josephus most definitely stole. The culprit of all of this.

"You will learn to control your urges, boy. I refuse to fight and die alongside the same man who would prostrate themselves over a mortal's aroma. And I will ensure you learn that such debauchery has no place in our legion. Not here, not ever."

Asmodai shoves the odor-ed clothing in Josephus's face, and the taller Astartes stares at Asmodai, confused, holding his breath and remaining still.

"But one cannot teach what they do not understand. I cannot help if I don't understand the extent of your sin," Asmodai sounded almost sympathetic if it wasn't for the modulated tone of his helmet. A falsetto he has practiced with Fallen brothers that would eventually be redeemed. "My talents of redemption do not stop with our lost brothers. I intend to keep our legion on the righteous path of our fore-brothers and our Primarch. To walk in his light as he intended. But I must know. I must know the extent of your shame."

"So show me. Show me how shameless these simple clothes have made you."

It becomes a staring contest between Josephus and Asmodai, neither yielding, but Asmodai could see it. The weight of their guilt seeped through their vacant stare, trying to hold what little pride they could conjure in a situation like this. At least they didn't bother to explain themselves. But Asmodai had no time or patience for this false bravado. He was caught and exposed; it was time he accepted the situation he was in. He squeezed tighter around his neck and shoved the clothes further to his nose.

"Show. Me," a threatening growl oozes from the Integrator-Chaplin.

Josephus gasps, the smell of the Guardsman's uniform seeping into his nostrils and...Oh...That hormonal aroma, the smell of sweat and musk, hints of the past battle that hasn't entirely been washed away by the sterilizing soaps and deodorizers. It was intoxicating, and it alerted Josephus that his cock was still painfully hard, dripping idly and twitching upon being refamiliarized with his favorite Guardsman's scent.

"That's it," the husky, mechanical tone of the Chaplin's voice didn't make things better for the Primaris. Asmodai leans in closer, laser-red eyes boring deep into his soul. His voice dropping to a calming whisper, "Show. Me."

That was enough for Josephus to give in and move his hand back to his cock. Where before the young Astartes paced himself based on how much of the Guardsman's scent he whiffed, now he was pushing himself to finish, sniffing the unwashed clothes now permanently placed under his nostrils as his superior watched him closely. Neither broke eye contact, Josephus's huffs and moans becoming mildly audible with each quickened stroke of his cock, lathering his member with his pre-cum and taking in the scent. By science, it made him feel primal. He almost wanted to push Asmodai away and go searching for the real deal. Looking for that Guardsman and getting his stench all over his body.

"By the Emperor," Asmodai gasps, providing a false sense of "terror" and "worry" in his tone, "It is as bad as I thought. You're barely focusing on me anymore."

Josephus rolled his eyes to the back of his head before closing them, focused now on the stink of the Guardsman and what he wanted to do with them to keep their smell on him. Licking their small, naked body, biting whatever available flesh that was exposed to him. Josephus tugged at his shaft in quick succession, body shivering and twitching as he felt his balls get fuller and fuller, ready to burst at any moment.

"You're feverish, sick. You are sick. Disgusting. Allowing yourself to succumb to such disgusting activities that you can't wait until you are in your personal quarters to relieve yourself. I surmise that if that Guardsman, the one that haunts your very mind, were to pass you, you wouldn't hesitate to take them right then and there. Exposed in front of everyone to see and for anyone to partake, hm?"

Yes, yes, he would take that Guardsman. Josephus can already imagine it. He got their scent; all he would need to do was find them. Hunt for them. He wouldn't care if the Guardsman was on duty, having leisure time, in the mess hall, in front of their superiors; hell, the Lion himself could be in the same room as them, and he wouldn't care. Josephus could already imagine his confined cock desperately needing something tight, warm, satiable to penetrate after a long month of surviving and battling. Coming back to their fleet as he beelined for his favorite Guardsman. Crowd be damned, he was taking what he wanted. Ripping clothes, discarding armor, doing the barest minimum to ensure they didn't break once he shoved his fat cock into that wanting hole. Pride be damned, scattered like the shredded clothes, and his dignity being ranged in the echoing walls as he took want he wanted.

Asmodai was practically getting dizzy himself. A mortals scent is one thing, but the powerful hormonal stink of an Astartes was another thing. He can feel his cock straining against his power glove underneath his armor, begging for attention, for release. Asmodai practically thanked the helmet he wore did not expose his agape-ed look, even more so appreciating that Josephus was too far gone to even notice his light panting as he watched the young Astartes get himself off. He almost wanted to remove Josephus's hand and enjoy the sensation of the young Primaris fucking into his gauntleted hand into completion. But he had to stay strong, to bar himself from such temptatious desires; he's trying to set an example here.

He was close; they could both feel it. With the rapid thrusts into his own fist and the damning whines and moans Josephus was making, he could feel his heart(s) pumping rapidly as he could no longer withhold the floodgates of the inevitable.

"That's it. Let this vexing demon that overtakes you take over. Focus on that hot core that threatens to spill, Josephus. Show me your shameful sin! Show me how I can help you repel this spirit of lust."

Josephus comes with a muffled shout, inhaling and exhaling that seductive scent as his cock pulses with each spray of cum. Coating Asmodai's armor and the floor below them. Asmodai almost wishes he could cum with him, relishing in his lust with the young Aspirant. Letting him know that he, too, has desires that he attends to himself. Like a newborn doe, Josephus falls to his knees as he rasps for air, Asmodai having finally let go of his neck and stepping back from the boy. He does not care for the mess (at least, not yet) as he admires the sex-bewildered look of the Aspirant. How he struggles to breathe, his wide eyes seeing stars, it was definitely a spectacle to behold.

A short-term spectacle.

Asmodai gave Josephus one more minute to breathe before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him towards the exit of the Dome, cock still exposed and very much still hard.

"I must thank you for this demonstration of your guilt, younger brother. I know best now how to help you. And, after I'm done with you, perhaps we can help the rest of your brothers."

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Here's the Kinktober lists for anyone who wants to partake! Let's be extra horny this lovely October

The scent thing I added in mainly because of the warhammer discord server I'm in where a particular user (you know who you are) has been particularly interested in that Astartes stank, and so I decided to make a piece that goes along with that. Sorry if this is badly written, not really much of a smut writer (or a good writer in general but that's besides the point. It's 4 in the morning, I need sleep)

[antirepurp]

help why are all my jewel chao dogshit this is getting really fucking stupid now

[kangals]

on one hand i do bemoan the fall from popularity for collies quite a lot because i think they are wonderful family dogs and more people should have them. but, i'm also equally grateful that they lack the popular appeal that would make them victim to terrible trendy breeding practices (i.e. wacky colors and XXL/tiny sizes and other hypertypes)

i feel similarly about greyhounds - the fact that (in the US) they have had such incredibly limited breeding outside of tracks has been good because it results in a very healthy, regulated population. but with the closures of tracks we're already seeing more and more non-sport, non-show breedings start popping up and i am very concerned about what a BYB greyhound population will have to deal with. but given that it's ether this, or the breed becomes incredibly limited... not really a good option either way.

[lime1991]

what if other types of trolls evolved from a specific ancestor. my thought when i decided to make a Metal troll that looks like the polar opposite of a Classical troll. in my head, Metal trolls originated from Classical like thousands millions idk how many years ago, but somewhere along the way Classical began to shift and evolve into entirely new genres of trolls. one of which being a weird, possibly rock-influenced, set of Metal Trolls.

[bonefall]

Puts a cat gene on a stick and chases you over the territory with it

EUEUUAAAAAAAAAANNNOOOOOOOOOOOO

*does a gay little run that pisses you off all around Fourtrees*

[voluptuarian]

Incredible how Cersei and Jamie are the products of cousin marriage who look so much alike they would switch places with each other as children and then proceeded to have kids with each other in Westeros' most impressive inbreeding speedrun, but I never see anyone claiming they're all secretly hideous looking or that we shouldn't root for or like them because they're tainted "mutants"

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

repeating my therapists words in my head like the bike message in pokemon

[blazingflareon]

rough design for atticus. will very likely change but at least ive drawn him with color now lol

he looks very different form avalon and ari but they ARE full siblings, its just that the twins got most genes from their moms side while atticus is basically a carbon copy of his dad

[psychodon525]

Video games are weird. "How do I get 31 IVs in every stat?" "How do I get an all S-Rank Chao?" "How do I get the fastest horse that can also jump the best?"

The answer, 100% of the time, is incest and eugenics.

Because in video games, genetic diversity is inefficient, and there's no such thing as morals.

[larks-and-katydids]

[ID: screencap of the above exchange, with exactly 69 notes. End ID]

huge problem with the world today is that there aren't enough dragons in it

[crockersbian]

g-d i hate vrissy

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! Rival! Male! Teacher x gn! Teacher! Reader

This one is long overdue I'm afraid. Have my boy, Elias >c< not much yandere traits here, but I hope y'all enjoy still!

Trigger warning: toxic academic set-up

Yandere! Teacher name: Elias

Elias was about to loose his mind.

For years, he's the teacher that produced geniuses! It's his class that had majority of their students on honor rolls. It was his magnum opus, his way of teaching that pushes his kids to full potential.

Parents scramble to have their children under his advisory. He made sure that all of his students become the talk of the school.

Pressure? What's that? The students should be privileged to be under him and his care!

After all, Elias started small.

He's the black sheep of the family. The entirety of his family members were geniuses in their own right.

Of course, it meant Elias is also a genius.

But he kept getting outshined by his own step-brother, Tae-Joon.

Tae-Joon is not as much of a genius as Elias when it comes to academics, but he's charismatic to a tee and is an amazing singer.

Amazing in fact that he's a popular idol.

And poor Elias always getting snubbed due to his brother's naturally nicer personality.

And Elias? Straight up nasty sometimes. His tongue is sharp and is always more pessimistic than optimistic. He's higher than thou personality definitely earned him a lot of enemies. Even his own family.

He knew that he can't count on his own family to give him the validation he wanted. So, with a resentful heart, he made sure to snub his own family and focus on himself.

This made him want to help other people. And he did it by offering tutoring lessons to his struggling, dumb, and idiotic classmates who can't understand such a simple topic.

Well, not everyone can be a genius like him.

But this proved to be a good path, as Elias found out that he had a knack in teaching. His way of teaching was so easy to understand that a toddler will be able to know how to do physics.

It's odd, but it's true.

His classmates suddenly became experts on the subject and this snowballed into others wanting to learn from Elias too.

This inflated his ego a lot. He loved the fact that people wanted to learn from him. The validation he seek was given by his tutees who praised and thanked him for making them not just understand, but even excel in their chosen topics to be taught with.

And Elias knew he wants to go down the Education path.

At first, he's a bit whiplashed by how different actual teaching is to the "ideal" way of teaching is. It was almost too good to be true that even the professors said that the ideal way is just a bunch of baloney that they can just flat out ignore the way once they're actually on field.

Not for Elias though.

He wanted to bring to life the "ideal" way of teaching.

So once he graduated, he continued to exert so much effort in his instructional materials, his facade of approachability, but still so strict that it feels like you want to choke from it. Sure, he has the art of being a perfect teacher to a tee, but people know that Elias is a demon in disguise. He hates it when things don't go his way, or the rules aren't followed. One trash means a personal lection that ends up with the students in tears.

The parents? Only said that their student must have deserved it to have stoked the ire of the respectable teacher. Like a brainwashed hive, the parents and other staff say that "Teacher Elias won't do anything without reason". This meant that the students are walking on eggshells everyday. And they know they'll get Elias' anger if they don't improve at all.

And, with Elias' incredible way of teaching, and the "ideal" way combined, the students under him become geniuses.

Like his family genepool, the children Elias' produces are geniuses in their own rights.

Elias felt whole now. He has a family to boast about, to care and love, and to nurture unlike his idiotic family who favors his brother over him.

But what he didn't expect is that by the first recognition ceremony, his class will be shoved aside just like that by another class.

Elias walked down the isle up to the stage, smiling proudly as his stoic yet prideful students stood up to receive their recognition. 25 of them are in the honor roll, and 5 of them are high honors. That much elicited a thunderous applause from other classes.

With his head up high, he put medals on each of his student and gave a slight nod of acknowledgement. Everyone was mystified as this class took their awards with such entitlement and arrogance that some found it off-putting.

Did they care though? No. Did Elias care? Also no.

They're the pride of the academy! Who would dare to mock and snide them?

After giving the students their medals, they sat down and waited for the other classes to get their awards.

Elias' students, adapting his high and mighty attitude, looked down on the other students who walked to the stage to receive their "measly" awards of perfect attendances and other irrelevant, non-academic awards.

"Thank you, class Uranus. Now, class Neptune, the art program class!"

Art program class? When was that added?

Elias sneered. In his head, he hated anything that concerns art because of his brother. It just reminded Elias of being untalented other than being a genius and snubbed because of it.

He crosses his arms, looking at the adviser and scoffing.

Y/n L/n. From what he remembers, you are the same age as him, and was from a different school before you transferred here in the current school year.

What could a new teacher do in such a short time? Nothi--

"Class Neptune, boasting 5 high honors, 2 highest honors, and 23 honor students, and excellence awardees for their respective art specialty."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

Everything went quiet when Elias stood up, disbelief marring his face as he heard the emcee say the tally of the class.

It was so quiet save for the background music that sounds embarrassingly loud for such a pin drop environment.

Elias, feeling his ego and pride getting kicked and bruised, slumped down on his chair as he stared at you who was looking at him with disbelief.

You...

You're an enigma.

How did you do it?

He bits his nail, his eyes low and shadowed as he watched your sweet and proud smile directed at your happy students.

You don't look arrogant, nor prideful. Just happy and elated for your also equally elated students. No pretenses, no eyes that judges others, just pure joy.

It pisses him off so much.

That's where he knew he must take over you. Nobody dethrones him as the best teacher in the academy! Especially not some art teacher. Anything but an art teacher.

Once school resumed again for the second semester, he spotted you walking along the hallways with your students tailing behind you, talking and chatting happily.

"tch." Elias says underneath his breath as he watches how comfortable the students are with you. He envies it.

"Oh? Good morning Mr. Elias." You found him by his doorway and smiled politely. "Do you need something?"

He freezes, not realizing he's looking at you too intently. He clears his throat, looking away in embarrassment.

"I need nothing, art teacher. I will get going." He said coldly, slamming his class door close.

You didn't like that.

"well, that was rude." You whispered, clasping your hand together.

In all honesty, you didn't really like how Elias leads and teaches his class. You saw how tense they are, always studying and studying with nothing to do afterwards but only studying again. There must be a balance at all times.

"Let's go kids." You said sternly, looking at the closed door intently, sensing a competition forming.

After that, it was tense always.

Doesn't help that your class is across him.

Your students weren't hostile with them initially, but after the blatant aggression from them due to being upstaged in the recognition ceremony, they're starting to pick fights too.

So, whenever you saw Elias, you became hostile also. Not outwardly like him who's openly glaring, but you have your reservations as you smiled curtly everytime you pass by him, and words stringing along some sarcasm in them.

School events like quiz bowls, spelling bees, even exams became a fierce competition that made your students head butt with each other.

And you always made sure to support your students in a way that's opposite from Elias.

Elias pressured them, always making sure they're working hard by being extra strict than usual that one thin slice to the air can cut the atmosphere.

Meanwhile you encouraged your students, making sure they're well rested and happy while doing it. You made sure not to force them to do these honestly toxic rivalries.

So, guess which one excelled more?

"WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH ALL OF YOU?!" Elias yelled at his students, completely dissapointed at their performance at the annual intramurals' quiz bowl. Other than in the World Literature and Science section, they were second to your class. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY HOURS I SPENT TEACHING ALL OF YOU?!"

He's so close to snapping. Maybe he already did. But now he's going insane.

Everything he believed about himself is shattering slowly because of you and your class.

What's even eerie is that the students are just looking down, unfocused or dissociating.

Annoyed and feeling like he failed them, he marched out of the classroom and slammed the door close.

He sped walk outside, sitting on the grass as he tried to suppress the imminent tears settling on his eyes.

"fuck... I'm such a failure." He gritted out, gripping his once perfectly ironed shirt. "This is all I'm good at and I'm still lacking at it?! What am I doing wrong?"

He started to question everything. His worth, his value, his time and knowledge spent on nurturing geniuses like him.

Is he even a genius? Or just a hard worker?

"Sir Elias?"

He jumped, looking at you. Your eyes were wide with concern as your voice mellowed out from the usual curt yet cold voice you always sported when talking to him.

You sat down beside him as he looked away in shame.

"what happened? I heard yelling and..." You whispered, a gentle clasp on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Elias' throat burned, and his jaw trembled as he tried to stop himself from crying.

Did he really just have to get comforted by his rival? Really?

But god, did it feel nice to have someone care for him.

"I'm... I'm not." He whispered, looking away. "I know I'm a terrible person for pressuring these bright young minds but... How do you do it, y/n? How do you nurture students to their full potential? Are you some kind of monster or what?"

For the first time, you laughed out loud in front of him.

And for the first time also, it made his heart skip a beat. What's happening to him?

"No, I just... Teach normally." You said. "Well, other than that, I don't really pressure them to do anything. But I encourage them greatly with intrinsic motivations. And I make teaching enjoyable."

Enjoyable? When was the last time Elias enjoyed something? No. When did his students last enjoyed studying?

"Really..." He whispered, looking down. "Enjoyment, huh? And motivation?"

You smiled and stood up, handing your hand to him.

"Truce? I could teach you how to be less strict and let your students be more inclined to study without potential punishment." You suggested.

His eyes followed your hand, and his heart raced.

Without hesitation, he clasped it.

"Hey, did you do our project?"

"Yeah, duh. Here's mine."

"That looks so good!"

"I had help from the Neptune Class for the planets. It's actually really fun to paint, believe it or not."

"I had help too in exchange of teaching them with physics."

Elias smiled, looking at his students actually Converse with one another and not just burying their heads on their books. The once quiet classroom is bustling with life thanks to you.

After that fateful day, you taught him on what's the most important. And it's the students, not the academic gratitude.

Elias apologized deeply to his students, and they had a heart to heart conversation that you supervised to make sure both sides say their thoughts equally.

Now, the Uranus class is livelier than ever.

And you?

You're still the same brilliant teacher he came to admire and love.

Love is a loaded word, but he truly felt grateful to you. You made him see the truth, the light, and the way to become a teacher he tried to achieve by pretending.

He found himself wanting to be around you more and more.

At first, it truly was just gratitude. But now, he can't bear to be away from you.

You're his salvation that he deeply desired in his heart.

He wishes to worship the ground you walk on, the breath you take in, and consume your entire being to be with him.

His heart lurched when a student called for his name, breaking him from his train of thought.

"Teacher Y/N is here for you!" The student said, pointing at the door.

He quickly closed his phone, which the wallpaper is a stolen photo of you just outside of your home, and pocketed it.

You're the only one who understands him. The only one who asked him if he's okay, and sees him for him and not his genius.

And he'll be damned to let you go.

You're his family now, alongside your students.

He can feel the heavy weight of the engagement ring in his backpocket.

In his head, there's no way you're going to reject.

And if you do...

He shook his head. It's impossible! Truly impossible. He won't allow it at all.

In his head, you two are perfect for each other. He'll worship your entire being, and spoil you rotten. It's going to be a good life with him.

But the both of you aren't even together at all.

What will happen?

Who knows.

All you must know is that things aren't gonna go smoothly no matter the choices.

He's too far in his head to think properly.

[bonefall]

How dare you not want to learn everything there is about cat genetics. The audacity of some people, ugh! /j

They're gonna tie me to a chair and plaster my eyes open like the end of Clockwork Orange

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

Milfs Models Candidates

Okay, so after many suggestions and research I've found some more possible Milf Candidates for me to make in the future. I would say don't judge me... But I think that'd be a lost cause.

Milf 01. Tsuki Uzaki

Y'know it's funny, I actually hate Hana, like she is kinda insufferable to me, I feel bad for Shinichi... Her mother, and sister (And Maybe Brother?) on the other hand... Yeah Tsuki is a top Class Milf.

Milf 02. Mitsuki Bakugo

I love her look, her attitude, just a perfect Milf, I shouldn't have to say more...

Milf 03. Nana Shimura

Muscle Momm-'Cough, Cough' Sorry, anyways, I like Nana, in the same way I like Endeavor, that is to say I like how their flawed individuals. But her flaw is the same as Summer's, she cares too much about doing good to the point where she hurt those close to her... Honestly someone should've slapped some sense into her when she decided to abandon her son. Like I get it, she just lost her husband the big bad would've targeted him... BUT C'MON!!! WHY WOULD YOU THINK OFA WASN'T ALREADY TARGETING YOU!!! Like she gets some leeway because obviously after just losing her husband she couldn't have been in the right state of mind but someone should've realized that possibility.

Milf 04. Lusamine

I hesitated with her mainly because I'd have to use the Hair accessories for her, and wouldn't be able to make other hair styles convincingly. But Yeah I'll probably be making her soon, cuz damn man, she's up there with Cynthia.

Milf 05. Susan Luong-Long

I, and I'm sure a good number of guys (And Girls) who blame this character for our fascination with Asian mommies...

Milf 06. Delia Ketchum

Honestly lowkey one of the best Pokémon Milfs.

Milf 07. Pokémon Black & White's Mom

Yeah, Pokémon knows exactly what it's doing by making Milfs like this...

Milf 08. Johanna (Dawn's Mom)

I Love Her Design, it's rather simple but utterly perfect!

Milf 09. Grace (Pokémon X & Y's Mom)

A sporty, country, mom who looks like she's ready to ride a bull, they really didn't use her near enough.

Milf 10. Prof. Sada

She makes me return to monke... those abs make, that tan, her wild look. Just, y'know a lot of people bought Scarlet for her alone...

Milf 11. Pokémon Scarlet & Violet's Mom

Penny was right, their mom is hot... I prefer the model with paler skin and deep brown hair myself.

Milf 12. Pokémon Sword & Shield's Mom

Not gonna lie, never played sword or shield, but I gotta say, she is a pretty mom. I like the glasses look with the overalls, gives her a fun vibe. I feel like there'll be a shock factor if I put her in other outfits too, so that'll be fun to see.

Milf 13. Pokémon Black & White 2's Mom

Mostly I wanna make her cuz there is a absolute lack of content of her and I'm kinda digging the idea of making her look utterly different with her hair down.

Milf 14. Lila Test

Y'know, I already wanna make Susan & Mary Test for Dexter when I get to him, so why not the mom too.

Milf 15. Charlotte Pickles

These three images convinced me, at first I couldn't see it, but thank you Anon, I've been shown the light. I like Milf in suits apparently... I learned something new about myself.

Milf 16. Jane Jetson

Ahh, Boomerang, how I miss you, this is just a Atlas Mom to me, and I feel like this further proves my childhood interest in redheads...

Milf 17. Wilma Flintstone

Y'know, I would complain that I can't find a decent pic of Wilma without Betty in it... Wait, No I Wouldn't! She next anyways. Well, this only serves to prove the whole Redheads thing lil' me had going on. I'mma say there from a Secluded Vacuian tribe, fucking savages... Hot, hot savage Milf.

Milf 18. Betty Rubble

Cavewoman are justice, and need to reenter the genepool of Remnant.

Milf 19. Carol from OK K.O.

Okay, so recently someone's ask me to make characters from OK K.O. Let's Be Heroes. Specifically Fink & Wilhamena, and to that all I have to say is... HOW DARE YOU NOT MENTION CAROL!!! Dude! Tanned Muscle Mommy! Seriously, she looks like she could be a badass. Not sure how faithful to the design I can be, or well want to be but I definitely like this character.

Milf 20. Wilhamena from OK K.O.

I mean, I get why so many people brought her up, I am looking forward to making this design, seems like it'd be fun. Still kinow nothing about the show though...

Okay, Last four... Gonna get a bit weird, feel free to judge me -_-

Milf 21. Nicole Watterson

I'd probably use the middle design as her actual model in Remnant making her a Faunus. Her Semblance would be '2D' Which references her cartoon origin but also can me Two Ds/ Doppelgangers, but well neither actually look like her but she can share her senses with them or have them act independently.

Milf 22. Lin (Millie's Mom)

Not gonna lie, I wanna make her half to have her get hate fucked (At Least at first), not the most honorable of intentions but FUCK HER!!! I get she's Millie's Mom, and a seemingly good one, but she hates Moxxie Way Too Much! How Can You Hate Moxxie! He's Adorable and a utterly devoted Husband! What, Just Cuz He's Not Country Strong, Fuck Off, No, Fuck Her! Fuck All The Bitch Outta This Milf With a Big Human Cock!

Milf 23. Toriel from Undertale

She is Literally the Goat HAHAHA!!! Okay but seriously I kinda have to make her. There is just WAY too much content for me to have ignored her. I typed in Game Milfs and this Goat showed up more then the Pokémon Moms.

Milf 24. Mrs. Kattswell

... God Dammit, I'm a fucking furry...