#university campus design architects

[best-architects-in-india]

Creating Healing Spaces: The Importance of Hospital Design and IMK Architects’ Role in Revolutionizing Healthcare Facilities

The design of healthcare facilities plays a critical role in patient recovery and well-being. IMK Architects has been a key player in revolutionizing hospital design in India, focusing on creating healing environments that prioritize patient comfort and operational efficiency.

The Significance of Thoughtful Design

In healthcare architecture, the importance of thoughtful design cannot be overstated. Research has shown that well-designed spaces can significantly enhance patient outcomes, reduce stress, and improve staff efficiency. IMK Architects recognizes this and approaches hospital design with a focus on creating environments that promote healing.

IMK Architects’ Contributions

One of the firm’s standout projects is the Mahatma Gandhi Memorial Hospital, which showcases their commitment to patient-centric design. The hospital integrates natural light, greenery, and open spaces to create a calming environment. By incorporating elements of nature, IMK Architects helps to reduce anxiety and foster a sense of tranquility among patients.

Moreover, IMK’s designs prioritize operational efficiency. They create layouts that enhance the workflow for medical staff, ensuring that the movement of patients and resources is seamless. This attention to both patient experience and staff needs exemplifies the firm’s holistic approach to healthcare design.

Revolutionizing Healthcare Spaces

IMK Architects’ influence extends beyond individual projects. Their advocacy for sustainable healthcare design has inspired other firms to prioritize eco-friendly practices in their projects. By utilizing energy-efficient systems, water conservation methods, and sustainable materials, IMK Architects is setting a new standard for healthcare facilities in India.

Conclusion

IMK Architects is at the forefront of revolutionizing hospital design in India. Their commitment to creating healing spaces that prioritize patient comfort and operational efficiency reflects a deep understanding of the healthcare environment. As the firm continues to innovate, they play a crucial role in shaping the future of healthcare architecture, ultimately enhancing the quality of care for patients across the country.

[usnatarchives]

Robert Robinson Taylor became MIT's first Black graduate. During his career as architect and professor at Tuskegee University, he designed more than 25 buildings on the campus, along with other academic buildings across the U.S.

[obsessedbyneon]

Master post: the Hong Kong University of Science and Technology, Hong Kong, 1989 - 1992. Designed by Simon Kwan & Associates Ldt / Percy Thomas Partnership. Superpostmodernism.

Picture 1: the large skylit atrium in the main building, where escalators take you to the walkway.

Picture 2: the plaza in front of the main building, on top of the hill.

Picture 3: the main building.

Picture 4: oversight of the project. The immense scale reminds me of those utopian architectural plans from the Univerosty if Milan. The terrain here is extreme.

Housing for students and employees.

The roofed walkway that connects several parts of the campus.

Colonnaded courtyard.

Masterplan and principal architect.

Scan

[bangtansocean]

Roommate's Prohibited List: Eight

Content Table: 01 l 02 l 03 l 04 l 05 l 06 l 07 l 08

“You okay? You’ve been zoning out all day.” Monica asks as you both walk out of the main university building towards the parking lot. 

You humm in reply, walking at a fast pace while staring at the trees, not really able to process what happened a few days ago. 

You want to tell Monica, but you are unsure of what to say because…it was just a kiss. 

Soobin hasn’t texted you, or called, or been in the apartment ever since. 

It's been days since you last saw him, and you know that telling Monica about it right now is not a good idea because she’s going to start asking questions that you don’t have answers to, and that’s going to irritate you even more. 

“Yeah, I’m just tired.  haven’t adjusted to the new schedule yet.” You sigh in reply before turning to your friend once you reach her car.

“Fair enough,” She opens her car door and settles in the driving seat, “you want a ride home?” She asks as she rolls down her window. 

You hesitate for a minute before shaking your head. “It's alright, I’m going to the cafe before going home, I’m craving something sweet.” You tilt your head towards the campus cafe, which is right in between your house and your faculty building.  

“Alrighty then, I’ll see you tomorrow love!” Monica greets you before rolling her window back up, the music blasting through as soon as she starts the car. 

You wave her goodbye as you watch her drive away, taking a deep breath as she disappears into the early sunset. 

“What am I doing?” you whisper to yourself, shaking your head. 

You are not sure why you are so irritated by this whole situation, and obviously the amount of projects you have due this weekend are not helping. 

You walk mindlessly through campus until you reach the cafe, walking in as you check your phone for any notifications, but nothing. 

“One matcha with oat milk please,” You smile at the barista before paying, thanking him with a nod. 

You wait in the corner for your order to be called, scrolling through your instagram before you feel someone tap you on the shoulder. 

“I'm sorry, you are y/n, right?” An angelic voice calls from behind you. You turn around and to your surprise, it was the guy you matched a few days ago on that dating app. 

“Oh, wow, tae right?” You smile when he nods with an even brighter smile. “What a coincidence”

“Yeah, it truly is!” He giggles nervously, “I’m sorry I never answered, I lost my phone.” His cheeks turn a light pink as he looks down embarrassed. 

“That’s okay, don’t worry.” You tell him, feeling giddy at the fact that he not only recognised you, but because he did plan on replying to you and he did not leave you on seen on purpose. 

Coffee for y/n! 

You grab your coffee and continue having small talk with Taehyun as he waits for his coffee. You both end up walking out together, as he is on his way to the gym that’s only a few blocks down your street. 

“This is me,” you say as you both stand in front of your building. 

“this is a nice building” he looks up, admiring the modern design. 

“That’s such an architect thing to say” you joke before he joins you in laughter. 

“Well, I have many more of those,” he jokes back ,”how about I take you out for dinner on Saturday and tell you all about it?” 

You are taken aback by the smoothness, giggling before nodding your head. “I would like that very much, im free after 6pm”

“I'll pick you up at seven then?” 

You nod in reply “seven is perfect” 

“Cool, see you then y/n. Glad my phone didn’t get in the way of meeting you.” He winks before leaving, waving at you from a distance before turning on the next block. 

You walk inside in a much better mood thanks to tae, maybe this weekend won't be so bad.

-

Friday, finally. 

You walk out of class in great spirits, yapping with Monica about anything and everything. 

“I say we go for drinks right now, it's happy hour somewhere!” She says excitedly. 

“I would love to, but I can't,” you remind Monica of all the homework you have due next week, as well as of your date on Saturday, to which she squeals in excitement with you. “I know, i'm actually really excited,” you sigh nervously. 

“You sure are, that man is H-O-T” Monica laughs, “I'm excited for you!” 

“I’ll see you on Monday!” You wave at your friend before heading home. The weather is extra nice today so you decided to walk home again. 

-

“Jesus Christ these stairs” you speak out loud as you make it to your floor, surprised to find your door wide open. 

You walk in slowly, looking around to see if there’s anyone but instead, you find a couple of bags on the floor full of clothes and other stuff, is someone going on a holiday? 

“Hello?” You leave your things on the kitchen table while scanning the bags on the floor again. 

“Hi!” Yeonjun’s floor flies open to reveal a showered Yeonjun, a big smile on his face as he eats a bowl of instant noodles. “Are you moving out?” 

He frowns as he too scans the room, “why are they wet?” 

He points at one of the boxes on the floor, the bottom part slightly dampened. 

“Well that’s because im the unluckiest motherfucker in the world.” Soobin’s voice is heard from the hallway, walking into the living room as he dries his hair with a towel. “My place got flooded, broken pipe or something like that.” 

Your heart jumps at the sight of Soobin, your brain panicking and screaming at you as you check him out. You scan his clothes and notice they are soaked from the waist down, his hair and shirt sleeves slightly wet still. your eyes meet his once you finish scanning him. 

He gives you a big smile, but you can see the annoyance and stress on his face, almost like he's smiling through the pain. 

“Womp womp,” Yeonjun jokes as he places his bowl in the trash, “that is very unfortunate, I'm sorry to hear that.” 

You nod in agreement, offering Soobin a soft smile. “Yeah I’m sorry, can we help you dry some stuff?” 

Soobin shakes his head, “it's mostly dry now, just some boxes got a little wet, but nothing major.” He shrugs. 

“And so what? You are moving in? Why did you bring all your shit?” Yeonjun asks, now sitting on the couch turning the game on. 

“At least for the week, yeah.” Soobin shrugs again as he makes his way around the kitchen, grabbing some water. 

You freeze in place once his words sink. 

“Gyu is out of town till Wednesday so I’ll be taking over his house duties and stuff till then, hope that's okay.” 

“Do you wanna take over mine too?” Yeonjun asks right before starting the round, oblivious to Soobin’s eye roll. 

“Anyway, how was your day?” Soobin places his empty glass next to you, supporting his weight on the kitchen counter before turning to you with glistening eyes. 

You blink a couple of times before supporting yourself on the kitchen counter almost like you were trying to sleep as you stretched your back, Soobin copies your move, both ending up resting your heads on your arms. 

“It was good,” you reply before yawning, feeling sleepy all of the sudden. “Busy.”

Soobin’s eyes are focused on you, a cheeky smile on his lips as you stare at him mindlessly, blinking a couple of times before yawning again. 

“You seem tired,” Soobin whispers, which causes you to open your eyes again. 

“Yeah a little,” your lips shape into a straight line, “How are you?” You return the question politely. 

“Good, now that I see you,” he whispers again, his smile growing shy and he presses his lips together. “I won the tennis match last time.” He chuckles, your mind trying to find how one thing connects to the other. 

Soobin laughs at your confused frown, “I guess you are my lucky charm,” he nods with his head a couple of times, almost like he is agreeing with himself. 

You hide your face between your arms before giggling, “you can't be saying shit like this” you whisper to him, slowly standing up before pointing at Yeonjun. 

“We could have sex on this counter and Yeonjun would not notice,” he stands straight too, smacking the counter but getting no reaction from his friend who is deeply focused on his game. 

The temperature of your face rises at the thought of you and Soobin having sex on the kitchen counter. 

“Told you” he winks, making you roll your eyes. 

“Still, don’t,” you lightly smack him on the shoulder, his smile fading slowly as his eyes scan you. 

“…does it make you uncomfortable?” He asks in a serious tone. “I don’t mean to-..

“No no no,” you correct yourself when you realize Soobin thought you meant you didn’t want him to be flirty with you. 

He stands in front of you, full of thought as he scans you, a smile escaping his lips before he mouths an ‘okay’. 

You nod in reply, your face getting warmer as his right hand reaches for yours, his eyes never leaving yours as his thumb caressed your hand lightly. 

“Are you playing with us?” Soobin asks in a soft tone, to which you shake your head in reply.  

“Imma take a nap,” You reply with your eyes closed, humming in enjoyment at the caresses of Soobins hand on yours. 

“Okay then,” You feel his lips against your cheek, opening your eyes widely and turning to see Yeonjun with panic. Thankfully, he is too into the game. “Sweet dreams,” Soobin smiles when you turn to see him again, your cheeks turning a darker shade of pink as he lets go of your hand and joins Yeonjun on the couch. 

You watch him as he sets up his controller and get comfortable on the couch next to your roommate, who is playing with his mouth partially open, his eyes glued to the screen as he finishes the round. 

“Don’t be too loud,” You warn them before heading to your room, Soobin winking at you as you walk past them towards your room. 

-

You wake up by a light knock on your door.

“Y/n?” The voice of Soobin is soft through the door. “Can I?” he slightly opens the door, but not enough to see him. 

“Yeah come in” you say in a sleepy voice as you turn to look at the door, covering yourself even more with the blanket, only your face visible as Soobin sneaks his head through the door.

“Hey, you’ve been sleeping for a while now, are you okay?” He begins as he makes his way into the room, a plate in his hands. “I made pad thai, you should eat something you must be hungry.”

You smile and humm, sitting up to receive the plate, “That’s so sweet, thank you.” 

You grab the plate with both hands and smell the food, moaning at the pleasant smell and looks of the food, you were indeed hungry. “It smells amazing.” You look up to Soobin, who is staring down at you with a big smile. 

“I’ll let you enjoy your food in peace, I’ll be in the living room if you want to join me.” He bends down and places a quick peck on your lips, and you cover your mouth as he giggles. 

“Don’t do that I just woke up,” You say, covering your mouth as you grow embarrassed, you probably have terrible breath. 

“I don't care,” he laughs, “I hope you like it,” He says before walking out, closing the door behind him.

You smile at your food one more time before digging in, enjoying every bite more than the last. 

You can hear Soobin is cleaning the kitchen, and you decide to join and help him, bringing your plate with you. 

You can hear some faint music as you get closer to the kitchen, smiling when you find him washing the dishes. 

“Hey,” you greet him with a smile, placing your plate next to him before telling him to move out, “I can take care of what’s left,” you tell him, but he shakes his head, not moving from his place. 

“All good. I got it, go freshen up.” He points to the bathroom with his head, and you stare at him for a couple of seconds before he insists. “Go.” He giggles as he dries the pots he had just washed. 

You sigh before heading into the bathroom, a smile on your face as you walk away from him. 

You wash your teeth and freshen up your face with some water, not wanting to spend too much time in the bathroom. 

You walk out into the hallway, making it to the corner where the kitchen and the living room meet when you are swept away, making you gasp at the sudden scare. 

Soobin is holding you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as his hand reaches for your cheek, smiling as he pulls you closer, kissing you softly, giggling in between kisses at your surprise state. 

“You scared me,” you whisper. 

“I’m sorry,” He giggles back before both of his hands cup your face, deepening the kiss. 

“Wait.” You push him away, realizing that you are in the middle of the common area, right in front of Yeonjun’s room. 

He stares at you confused, a frown on his face as you point to Yeonjun’s door, concern drawn all over your face. 

He lets go of your waist and walks towards Yeonjun’s room. 

He knocks twice, “Yeonjun? Are you there?”

No answer. 

He proceeds to open the door, scan the room and then close it back shut. “He’s not here, and neither are his books."

You frown before pulling your phone out to text him. 

[Reply from Yeonjun:]

Hey, not sleeping home tonight. Group studies.

“He’s not coming home tonight.” You say as Soobin’s hands find your waist again, pulling you closer as he kisses you all over your face. 

You can’t help but giggle, placing your hands on his face to pull him for another kiss, this time, actually enjoying yourself. “So you think you can just kiss me now whenever you want?” 

He giggles between kisses, humming a yes in response before kissing your cheek. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” Soobin whispers against your ear, his hands finding your ass as he invites you to jump on him, wrapping your legs around him as he walks you to the couch, his lips attaching to yours as soon as you hit the soft material. . 

What started out as innocent kisses turned into a full on make-out session.

Soobin is on top of you, his hands wandering under your shirt but only around your waist and hips. His lips travel from your lips to your neck, only to end back on your lips. 

You are both moaning, your hands wandering all over as you struggle to breathe, not getting enough of him.

“Wait, Soobin.” You say in between harsh breaths. 

He pulls away immediately, “What’s wrong?” He whispers, his eyes scanning your face. 

You can’t help but stare. At his swollen red lips, covered in a light layer of saliva. His hair messed up, pointing in all directions. The faint marks of your cherry lip balm all over his neck and lips…

You sigh before closing your eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whisper, and before you could open your eyes, Soobin was off from you and sitting by your side. 

You open your eyes and sit up, his eyes shutting down as he sighs.

He rests his head between his hands as he pulls on his hair lightly, “I know… I fucking know.” He sighs again.

You hug him. 

You are unsure of what to do, or how to approach the situation, so you just hug him. But it seems like it's enough, because he comforts you as well by rubbing your arms with his hands. 

“I can’t really help myself, you know?” he whispers, turning to look at you.  "this sucks."

You let go of him and stare directly into his eyes, feeling a million butterflies. 

“I know, I feel the same way.” 

You both stare at each other in silence, looking for answers in each other’s eyes, but finding none. 

You lean forward to kiss him again, a soft, slow and painful kiss before you pull away from him. His eyes slowly opening as he stares into your eyes with sparks, his lips forming a smile from ear to ear as he reaches for one more kiss, a cute and small peek on your lips. 

“Let’s play a game.” He says, standing up as he makes his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge. “Let’s ask each other questions, and the one who doesn’t want to answer, or gets it wrong, drinks.” He pulls two beers out of the bridge and places them on the table in front of you. 

“Sounds good,” You reply with a smile, taking a sip of your beer before you sit on opposite ends of the couch, making as much distance as possible to avoid more temptations. 

—

“How do you know all the answers?!” You squeal before taking another sip of your second beer. 

His laugh echoes all over the house, making you even angrier at the fact that he knows more of you than you thought he did.

“I have a great memory!” He mimics your tantrum before taking a sip of his third, new beer.

“I hate you,” You cross your hands against your chest. Looking away when he caresses your legs that are crisscrossed. 

“No you don’t” He whispers, his hand slowly sliding up from your thigh to your hip, pulling you closer for a kiss.

“Mmm.. you’re right.” You smile against his lips before cupping his face and kissing him back passionately, throwing your body weight on him, which makes him fall back on the couch, resting on his chest as you climb on top of him. 

You place your legs on each of his sides, straddling him before sitting up, your hand caressing his chest as he looks at you with surprise, a triumphant smile on his face as he admires the view. 

“Are you drunk already?” He asks in a chuckle. 

“No?” You giggle. “I’m tipsy,” You confess, “But I’m okay I promise.” 

His hands caress your legs, smiling before nodding, “Okay, I believe you.” 

In a swift movement, he sits up and reaches for your face, smashing your lips together passionately as your hands travel to his hair for the thousandth time tonight. 

“God…” Soobin moans as your hips move against his, slowly grinding on him as you devour each other. He moves his hands to your hips, helping you move on top of him. 

“We should go to bed,” You whisper against his ear, nibbling on it before sucking on it sensually, making him moan as his hands dig on your ass. 

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” 

You squeal again when he manages to stand up with you straddled on him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he struggles to walk to your bedroom in the dim light. 

“Oh shit, sorry,” He chuckles when he accidentally bumps your ass on a corner. 

“Oww,” You complain in between laughter, turning your upper body to help him open your door.

It takes seconds for you to be in the bed, making out in the same position you were on the couch, the grinding turning more aggressive as you feel his boner through your pants. 

“Y/n” he moans your name, pushing you away slowly as his hand fixes your hair behind your ear. “Time to get ready for bed.” 

You roll your eyes in annoyance, why is he cockblocking himself?

“Come on, up.” He taps your ass cheek lightly, and you obey him by climbing off of him, standing in front of him.

“But we’re having fun…” You push his hair off his forehead, leaning forward to give him a quick peck. 

“We can have fun after we get our pjs on and wash our face.” He scolds you as he taps your ass again, making you moan in annoyance. 

You go through your night routine quickly, night serum, big shirt, no pants, brush hair and teeth: done. 

You walk back to your room and jump into bed, cuddling up to Soobin who is laying on his side of the bed shirtless with his sweatpants on.

“You look sexy,” You whisper to him, traveling your hand through his naked chest while resting your head on his heart, feeling his heartbeat increase when your hands ghost his happy trail. 

“Well, you are sexy,” He whispers back, welcoming you into the cuddle by holding you tight. 

Your hand travels back up through his chest, caressing his neck before cupping his face, looking at him endearingly. 

You are surprised to find him already staring at you, his eyes glued to you as he smiles softly before leaning in for a kiss. 

The kiss once again, turns into a heated mess.

You make out heavily, his hand traveling under your shirt, caressing your ass as his fingers play with your underwear, which is more wet than you would like to admit. 

Soobin sucks on your bottom lip before breaking the kiss, staring at you as he twirls the side of your panties. “Can I touch you?” He whispers, his breathing picking up as your eyes stare into his.

You can feel your heartbeat on your eardrums, growing nervous and excited at his request.

“Yeah,” You whisper, your eyes never leaving his as his finger follows the shape of your underwear, from your hip to your ass. 

You unconsciously raise your leg higher, wrapping his body with it as his fingers land on your wet spot, a sigh escaping your lips when he caresses your clit over the damp material. 

You can feel the horniness taking over you as his fingers apply pressure on a circular motion over your clitoris, making you moan desperately, begging to feel him skin to skin. 

His eyes never leave yours, watching you squirm in pleasure as he teases you, slowly driving you crazy. 

However, he doesn’t tease you for too long, pushing your underwear to the side as his fingers slide between your folds, collecting all your arousal before his fingers ghost the swollen bud again. 

“Soobin,” You moan his name, finally closing your eyes as your hand digs onto his shoulder as he increases the pressure and the speed of his touch. Your hips move involuntarily, helping him touch just the right places, his eyes glued to you as you enjoy the feeling of his fingers against your clitoris. 

“Look at me baby,” he whispers, and you obey immediately. Your sight clouded by the lust as you whimper, his eyes staring straight into yours as his fingers begin to move faster. 

“God, it feels so good,” You moan again, your eyes closing for a quick moment before opening them again, a grin on his lips as he watches you struggle to keep the eye contact. 

And then, you gasp. 

You can feel two of his fingers entering you slowly, almost torturing you with the pace he is pushing them in. 

“Fuck, Soobin,” You moan on a higher pitch, feeling his fingers fill you fully before he pulls them back out, only to push them back just as slow. 

You lose the staring battle, your eyes closing as his fingers begin to fuck you at a faster pace, feeling the slight bend on his fingers as he hits your g-spot over and over again. 

“God, you are so beautiful,” He moans as he watches you struggle to keep it together, slowly crumbling to his touch as his thumb reaches for your clit, rubbing it as he continues to pound his fingers in and out of you. 

“Soobin,” You moan slightly louder, his movements becoming faster, but still delicate enough to drive you crazy. 

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so good for me,” He praises, you which only makes you melt to his touch even more. 

You are not sure if it's the alcohol you both consumed, or if it’s just you, but it's impossible to control your volume, moaning as your hand reaches to the bulge under his sweatpants, groping him as he pushes his hips against your hand. 

Both of you are moaning uncontrollably, a collection of fucks, gods and each others name’s escaping each others mouth until your orgasm starts to take over you. 

“I’m going to cum,” You manage to moan a full sentence as he continues to touch you, his fingers hitting your g-spot more harshly now, making you shake and whimper at the overwhelming feeling. 

“Come for me,” he whispers against your ear, and that's all it takes for your body to start shaking uncontrollably, your orgasm washing over you as he continues to finger-fuck you.

His fingers slow down as you ride your orgasm through, regulating your breathing as you continue to moan, becoming extremely sensitive to his touch. 

He pushes his fingers in one more time before he fully pulls out, raising his hand that is covered in arousal high enough for both of you to see it. 

You are about to tell him that he can use your underwear to wipe them when he takes his fingers to his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them as he closes his eyes, moaning at the taste of you. 

You feel yourself growing embarrassed, feeling almost dirty to be watching such a scene. 

You notice his boner is still there, and you begin to feel guilty for not fully helping him with it, so you squeeze the area lightly, making him open his eyes as he gasps, placing a hand over yours, stopping you.

“It’s okay,” He assures you. “We can take care of this some other time,” He smiles at you, but you can’t help but frown.

“But I want to-” 

“It's okay, y/n. Really.” He reassures you, “I think I’m too tired to cum anyway, you can take care of me next time.” He winks at you, and you soften your facial features at the proposal.

It does make sense, you think to yourself, the sleepiness taking over you as you snuggle up to him. “You won’t escape me next time,” You say jokingly, gaining a chuckle from him as he hugs you tightly. 

“I’m not planning on it,” He jokes, making you smile against his chest as your eyes feel too heavy to open, drifting into a comfortable sleep.

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a/n: Helloo, new update for you guys, I think this one was worth the wait. ;)

Lmk what you think of the smut 😵‍💫 im not sure how detailed you guys would like me to be since this ff is more fluff than smut, if you guys prefer to keep the smut minimal let me know!

Happy readings, Ceci x

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[cora626]

Sim State University Catalog: Campus Coffee House

If you notice a little theme here, then you are very good at spotting things. I am refining the Victorian theme here and making sure all the historic properties have the same blue roofing. I want that area to look uniform. I want it to look like all these buildings were designed by the same architect. I will modernize the dorms a little bit as they came in later, but the main School related building will maintain this blue roof Victorian style.

As always, my lots are very modestly furnished, feel free to add or remove whatever you like.

Always make a backup of your game before installing this or any DLC into your game to prevent permanent loss of all your hard work in your game.

I used TS2 UC to makeover this lot. This lot is CC free. If there are any issues, please let me know so I can fix and re-upload. Enjoy.

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[sw33tsnow]

Sculpture and you

Keegan x Artist!F!Reader (18+)

Summary: It was an accident which led to you both separation but Keegan knew how to fix his wrong doing, fixed it real good.

Warnings: NOT FOR MINORS, College!au: older!reader & younger!Keegan, mentions of injury, slight angst, fluff, heavy plot, smut: mommy!kink, desperate (?), swearing, footjob (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), heavy praises, nipples play, mating press, unprotected sex (p in v), cum on stomach, etc. Wordcount: 8k1

NOTE(s):

I'M TERRIBLY APOLOGIZE FOR ANY GRAMMAR ERRS

Here are the paintings that've been mentioned in my writing: The Triumph of the Name of Jesus , Michelangelo’s titanic portrayal of the Old Testament Book of Genesis , Starry Night , Café Terrace At Night

So sorry for the wordcount ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა

Love equals a piece of artwork. It is brittle and prone to being damaged when it's initially incomplete, yet becomes remarkably solid when subjected to heat. But, it'll eventually shatter if you don't treasure it or put your mind to it well.

Situated on a nearby hill, your university is prominently displayed in the city flanked by the scent of damp soil and vibrant lush foliage that varies in shades depending on the seasons. A vast campus is formed on either side of the river that flows through the middle with the ever-present fog on the surface creating the most picturesque scenery you'd ever catch in your entire life. The majestic yet graceful architecture of seven buildings took years to design by the brilliant professors from all departments and to build, standing tall and proud like sentinels guarding your campus from all directions.

It could never be boastful to state that your university has a significant influence on the fine arts scene globally, and that you have worked so hard to succeed here.

The Visual Arts building - your course's tower, which housed the painting, drawing, and sculpture, was placed between the Architecture and Literature ones. That's quite convenient for you because, despite receiving excellent comments on your expertise and collaboration, you failed to get along with others in your course because nearly all of your buddies were Architecture department alumni. Perhaps that helped explain why you're sitting happily in the study hall which did not belong to your building, where from the librarian to the sophomores were so familiar with your constant presence that they didn't care to question.

However, you didn't show up to have fun this time. The theme for the architects' project was History and Religion and your bestfriend reached you because her junior had picked a topic closely related to the Visual Arts and required assistance.

"As an exemplary senior, I've to help my juniors as much as I can. Especially when it only costs three meals to repay the favor, right bestie?" And she batted her lashes at you, only to get a nod of approval from you to escape the cringeness that she offered. 

Since your closest friend chose the construction of the Kölner Dom, a stunning specimen of Gothic architecture, as her topic, you must admit that you were a little dubious about this proposal. Architecture's learners do not show interest in any particular paintings, drawings, or sculptures. What fascinates them are the construction, the length of time the projects require to develop, the value and backstory.....blah blah blah, so much dull information that you couldn't help but groan each time she babbled into your ear.

Until you met Keegan.

He was a freshman, passed the tensing admission of your college four months ago. On the opening day, there was one pastime that the girls of all faculties had in common: gushing on the new students. Although you're not one of them, the seemingly never-ending parties and overwhelming adoration towards outstanding individuals undoubtedly added to the widespread fervor for Keegan. 

A picture is worth a thousand words.

The boy had deep blue eyes and a remarkable height, he even had to bend down when going through the doors. You mistakenly thought he was a model because with that attractive visage and that masculine jawline, not to mention that his sturdy yet slim waist and protruding chest muscles were flaunted beautifully in a simple black T-shirt tucked into matching trousers. Silver belt buckle and chain necklace swing rhythmically with each step he took, the leather backpack hanging off one shoulder and those Timberland boots; it's awkward knowing that the keen eyes and meticulousness you inherited from your mother and have utilized primarily in your studies has proven to be so beneficial.

"Keeg, over here" One of the group's friends yelled.

The dark head spun around, his eyes shone like a lost child who had just found his siblings. He marched over to your table and took a seat opposite to you right away. Much to your surprise, Keegan’s quite reserved, which is pleasant for you because at least the boy still has something in common with those who constantly have a pair of thick glasses glued to their face; and because you’re pretty bad at dealing with arrogant punks.   

Impressively, not focusing on gigantic and iconic geometric features, Keegan has picked two of the finest ceiling decorations in Rome. 

“I still can't decide between The Sistine Chapel and The Gesù, so I need your advice. You don't mind, right?”

Attentive and respectful. He was probing your expression, as if didn't want you to feel uncomfortable working with him.

"Of course not"

Keegan grumbled softly at hearing your courteous response and turned away to retrieve his laptop from his rucksack.

"Uhm hmm, not yet" Your best friend murmured, prompting you to turn and stare at her with a puzzled frown.

Then the boy took out his laptop, and instead of the original casing, there was the well-known Starry Night painting by the begetter Vincent Van Gogh.

"Did you draw that?" Pointing at the case, the corners of your mouth curved up and your eyes widened slightly in amusement. 

"Ah, yes.....this's just my own taste cus I'm not really drawn to Picasso's blocks and color scheme nor adopt the surrealism like Salvador Dalí" Genuinely he spoke, "Do you also like Van Gogh as well?"

Raising your eyebrows before flipping the phone onto a table over, the drawing of Café Terrace At Night was likewise repainted on your phone case. That successfully earned a comfortable chuckle from Keegan, and you casted a innuendo glance at your best friend, who was already beaming mischievously at you.

From his penchant for style to his distinct standpoint on artists to the two religious structures he opted for as the focus of his task, Keegan has more surprises than you expect from him. There also did not appear to be a disagreement between your ideas, since your aesthetic preferences were clearly comparable.

The venue that he selected was Rome, also referred to as the Eternal City. Any discussion on ceiling paintings in this ‘never-ending array of fabulous churches and palaces’ city must start with what is arguably the most well-known artwork in art history: Michelangelo’s titanic portrayal of the Old Testament Book of Genesis. It’s hard to envision the sheer scale of the work of 175 separate pictorial fields containing over 300 monumental figures, including thundering prophets, ancient seers and statuesque nudes, also known as ignudi, framing the central narratives of the creation of the world. At the very centre of this epic biblical narrative is the most iconic scene of all - the moment when God gives life to his magnificent human creation with a single touch of index fingers. Elsewhere God is working diligently to complete the endeavor of creating a world that his human charges can thrive in. Here he divides light from darkness, and there he separates land from ocean. Tosses the sun, moon, and distant planets into the void in one scenario, and becomes a divine horticulturist by conjuring flora and fauna out of thin air in another. Yet not each and every detail is rosy upon the Sistine Chapel ceiling. Not too long do Adam and Eve find themselves in challenges, incapable to resist the forbidden fruit that an evil serpent offers, and all that follows falls to hell in the next scenes as the sorrowful couple is banished from Eden. Things only become worse as humanity descends deeper into depravity, culminating in the horrific Flood sequence where much of the world is submerged beneath the swelling waves of God's wrath. When Michelangelo's astounding fresco cycle was eventually shown in just four years of almost superhuman activity to a feverish public in 1512, the world was suitably amazed. He was hailed as the greatest artist of his, or any other generation, and the history of art was to be altered forever. 

About The Triumph of the Name of Jesus, which you suggested more. In the wake of the call to arms of the Counter-Reformation for a renewed emphasis on the ability of art to astound the faithful with astounding feats of painterly virtuosity, Roman artists went above and beyond in their pursuit of pushing the boundaries of their craft in the numerous magnificent new churches that were appearing all over the city. Among the most luxurious of them all was the Gesù, the mother church of the newly founded Jesuit order. The magnificent church's interior, finished in 1584, is a treasure trove of priceless artwork, but what truly excels visitors is the spectacular paintings that were painted on the dome and ceiling a century later. Il Baccicio, the artist, seemed to have created a miracle that is solely appropriate for the hallowed surroundings. As you cast your gaze upwards, the church's vault appears to vanish into a whirling mass of clouds, providing a clear glimpse into the celestial sphere of heaven. The Triumph of the Name of Jesus was the one dear subject matter to the Jesuits' hearts. Immersed in dazzling rays of celestial light, the monogram of Christ's name looms at the very core of the ceiling, encircled by a plethora of angels and holy beings enthralled with the miracle. By the mere mention of Christ's name, rebel angels tempted by Satan's hollow promises of power were defeated and tumbled illusionistically from the vault in a tangle of grotesque limbs and painful poses. Baroque bombast at its best together with the free combination of painting, sculpture, and architecture fosters a theatrical, multi-sensorial, and three-dimensional ensemble - Baccicio's enormous fresco guaranteed The Gesù's place as one of the most significant pilgrimage sites in Rome during the 17th century.  

The fact that Keegan shared and conversed the knowledge which every Visual Arts learner has plainly knew like the back of their hands with you was certainly impressive. Disparities with shapes, colors, and patterns; the balance between the frames and, more especially, Keegan's art-related approach is incredibly unrestricted and free. Much too refined an aesthetic sense for an architect of his caliber.

You two were so wrapped up in your work that the other friends had to remind you that it's almost time for the study hall to close, not realizing the two hours went by rather quickly. Silently, you sighed as you packed up your stuff, aware that you might not get to see Keegan again. It's extremely difficult to come across someone who suits you like that, after all. Despite your pout of discontent, you said everyone farewell and began to leave.

"Wait!" The boy called after you in a hurry, so you stopped and gestured to your best friend to wait for you in the parking lot.

Even though you're shorter than Keegan, this posture of him was as if he just got scolded by you as the boy scratched his head and stared down to the floor. Humming speechlessly because he couldn't find the right word , you were patient to wait for him to continue.

"Every day after school.....are you free?" He raised his voice timidly.

"It depends, what's wrong?" You inquired again, carefully, so as not to press the issue.

"Just, if it's okay, can you teach me how to paint.....I mean, doodling is fine" He quickly added, "Please....don't say no"

With a grin, you lifted that attractive face to face you by your index finger under his chin, "I can teach you everything about visual arts, as long as you don't criticize my limited abilities sweet boy"

Keegan flushed as he heard your teasing and the pet name you gave him, but managed to nod with his lips pursed.

For several months, Keegan consistently showed up on time. He waited for you to finish your lectures before the two of you headed to any random tools room in order to practice. You taught him almost everything: molding ceramics, sketching then painting on canvas frames, or how to create tertiary hues......

Exams requiring greater expertise, such those for oil painting or sculpturing, could come around sometimes. If you allowed Keegan to assist you, you'd stand right next to him, holding his hand, and pressing his larger fingers onto those details that needed extra attention. Of course, you were deliberately interacting closely with the boy but there was no denying the sparks between you both as well.

You're different from the people Keegan knew. You refuse to care about things that didn't concern you, so when you first met you seemed quite formal; you also possessed quite dark humor, which definitely interfered with your artistic fancy. 

Actually, you admired Italian painter Roberto Ferri even more. Roberto's works reflected what you're seeking in various pieces of art - the shading and coloration, the nudity and amalgamating were not jarring or confusing, but rather extremely precise and incisive. You elaborated once that 'Contrariety is necessary', nevertheless, as with other fields. It was previously remarked by your professor that your taste in artistry is sort of….dark and vulgar, they suggested that an extremely distinct portrayal would be beneficial for stimulating the artist's brain system. So you decided to go with Vincent Van Gogh. You valued him because he was influenced by painters like Monet and Renoir, who embraced New Impressionism, and shared a fascination in light with them. But he quickly established his own unique: powerful brush technique, mainly using warm reds, oranges, and yellows. Subtle brush strokes resulted in powerful and striking visualizations.

“And basically because a tiny frame as my phone case couldn’t fully convey Ferri's painting and the content was also more sensitive” Similar to Van Gogh's art was definitely the more suitable option.

That's how you explained when the younger one started to ask way too many questions rather than focusing on his work. 

Keegan found it fascinating that you're quite flirty and enjoy calling others by pet names as he got to know you better. The boy flushed upon hearing you calling your best friend by tons of intimate names that you gave her. You also compliment a lot, but what's bothered Keegan was the way, the tone in which you delivered them. 

Your voice is a bit lower, sounding like you're purring. Good job, That's it, Perfect for his efforts and Pretty boy, Sweetheart, Love for the times when you two talked outside the box.

Keegan always felt as though there was a dulcet shiver traveling down his spine after earning praises from you; itching but intriguing somehow. And in return, he called you Tutor, his tutor, to both tease and offer his appreciation for the guidance which you're happily imparted without assuming any explanations from him. For instance, why did he choose Architecture and not Visual Arts?

You respect his privacy, he knew. You still tended to him, but not in an uncomfortable way, making him willing to be lured to your side more and more. 

Everything was going so well until a few weeks ago. Keegan abruptly grew more and more aloof. Frequently, he would either cancel in the last-minute or the night before, leaving you disappointed and not understanding why. You assumed there was something special between you and him. Yet, after he returned, you were overjoyed at first but eventually grew uneasy around him as he became angrier, more easily agitated, and no longer wanted to be close to you.

He wanted to try whittling this time. Unlike stone or clay, which could be readily crafted, the main substance used was wood. 

Wood and other hard materials are usually tough to mold, and Keegan was plainly not capable of handling them given his greeness. But whenever he gave up and you just sighed then redone the whole log, it still simply caused disappointment if it didn't turn out the way he wanted. You knew that Keegan was under a lot of pressure due to the art program's periodic exams so you've attempted to steer him toward a more agreeable subject, but his stubbornness proved to be a bothersome obstacle. 

So you merely stood in the corner of the room and gazed at that enormous back for that reason. Your head slightly tilted to take a better view of a coating of sweat adhered to his forehead and his eyebrows furrowed as his lips pursed when the boy was unable to come up with ideas. The soft gestures in stark contrast to his veiny arms always made you wet your lips in silence.

They said ‘Men are most charismatic when they're focused’. And you couldn’t agree more.

If he caught you, like before, he would purposefully poke fun at you and garner an eye roll from you before your enraged fingers pinched a part of his sculptures. Superb reprisal.

But shit was different that day....

"Fuck me, why is it so difficult?" Keegan complained with his raspy voice, throat as parched as the Sahara desert from dehydration for quite a while.

"I'll go fetch something to drink” 

“No need….here” You quickly stopped him, reached into your bag and pulled out your water bottle, and tossed it to him, “Don’t want you to get kicked out of here” 

According to the rules at your university, you risk being expelled if, after office hours, you enter the wrong building as a non-student belonging to that specific department.

“Alright, whatever you say” He spoke as holding up his hands in a surrendering gesture.

Which made you scrunch your face due to his disrespectful manner.

"Are you upset about me raising my voice?" Catching your grimace, Keegan mockingly raised his question.

He was always playful, but at the time, he's being snarky toward you. And you detest that so much.

"Concentrate on your work" Maintaining the monotone tone but lowering your voice a bit in order to show authority, you slowly moved closer to his standing. 

"Don't touch" The boy glared.

You folded both hands behind you, focusing entirely on the piece of wood rather than Keegan. He also resumed his motion, occasionally crouching down to search for sketches that had been discarded somewhere or different carving knives. 

Interruptedly, you and Keegan would talk about approaches to improving the origin log, but the discussion quickly devolved into another argument, so he snubbed you and turned away to continue. For fuck sake, these teenage lads' egos are so goddamn tremendous. You're solely offering advice, not imposing; why would he behave like that? 

Just take a look around....The floor beneath his feet, where tools were being flung and numerous strewn bits of pared timber scattered all over. Your mother used to frequently nag you when you were a kid because of your untidy traits, plus, that terrible habit would get you into trouble eventually. 

And as predicted, when the boy turned to retrieve his palette, he neglected to take out the blade, leaving it lodged in the wood. So undoubtedly, you have to remove it to avoid any potential dangers.

"I told you not to touch it!" 

Turning back and seeing you touching the most difficult mosaic area that he had just completed, Keegan barked and quickly paced to violently nudge your hand away.

There was a faint sound of something sharp cutting through the spongy softness, and the knife had left a sweet, delicate line which broadened from your palm all the way to your chelidon. Because the blade is designed to precisely carve into small spaces so your veins did not splash out any gallon of your sweet crimson; instead, one drop, then two drops, and at last, like sap oozing out from a tree trunk - your arm have unleashed waves of red fluid, dripping onto the chilly surface below. 

With a hiss, you quickly reached for your thin blouse and tightly wrapped it around your arm to halt the bleeding. It wasn't painful, but the stinging and burning that were given seemed as if your skin was being roasted over an intense flame, forcing you to shut your eyes to block out the suffering.

"F-fuck...oh fuck..." Keegan's voice trembled, "I told you not to come closer"

You slowly turned around, tightly sealed lids opened and penetrated straight into his sapphire pupils. Menacing expression made him gulp.

"Don't blame others for your carelessness, Russ" You gritted your teeth, "If it weren't for me, you would have to ask the professor’s permission for submitting your assignment late, so be grateful and quit that attitude of yours, eh?"

Every word, laced with venom as you amplified them. It's true that he's also working on his test, so the boy was too stunned to speak, dumbfounded and did not dare to chase after you as you stormed out of the room. 

_-_-_-_-_-_-_

It's the beginning of autumn, the sky was pouring, and dry leaves that are tinted with ocher and lemon were falling everywhere throughout the campus, adding to your already melancholy mood.

Two weeks of nonattendance on account of an implausible excuse, such a car accident, as it's a violation to the law to arbitrarily use the college facilities and supplies other than during regular instructional sessions.

The lobby, which was crammed to excess and devoid of standing space, had become vacant by now. After all, your class was the last one of the day, thus it's unsurprising that the place was quiet without a soul in sight. You stayed back late to wait and chat with the professor about some unfinished school work since you dislike having to jostle, surely not to avoid meeting somebody.

Dark green moss off-shoulder knitted sweater with stretchy jeans and a pair of Dr.Martens leather boots. As you drainedly opened the locker to store your things, the voice that had become ingrained in your memory appeared somewhere behind you. 

“I texted you about the injury, but you didn’t reply”

Fucking bad timing, you cussed under your breath.

“My mother said she’d chop me into pieces if I dare to hold a paintbrush, let alone texting” You answered curtly, wanting to shoo Keegan away. 

“Oh….so is yo—”

“My arm ‘s alright by now, you don’t have to worry ‘bout it…” You shutted him off, clearly didn’t have enough patience to deal with him, “I have to go, bye Keegan”

Turning swiftly on your heel then immediately getting captured by the younger person by your wrist, you pushed out a deep sigh before frowning and glancing up at the person who was blocking the path in front of you.

“Slow down, hey, I just want to talk—” He retreated his palm right away, “I-I want to apologize for what…uhm...”  

It's been a while since you've witnessed this withdrawn and reserved side of him, but you're so fatigued that you didn't want to talk to or give a damn about anyone. The boy seemed to have realized how you were suppressing your discomfort and has moved back, returning you back your personal space.

“Please, I’m terribly sorry for my precipitation, I didn’t mean to make you bleed”

Keegan didn't want you to ever leave on your own again because of his past foolishness, so he reminded himself to maintain his distance and remain composed. You understanded that Keegan was truly sincere in his intention to make it up to you, and yet you did not ask him to. It's not like you saved him or something, plus, you hate the thought of someone owing you a favor or anything similar.

“It’s just an accident, Keegan” You exhaled, punctuation, end of discussion. 

If possible, you wish to never see him again. You always find a way to avoid confronting your complex emotions since you're not very good at facing them and nothing else can give you a sense of security other than that.

"Then can you, please, one last time...." He spoke in a somewhat softer, more beseeching tone, ".....Be my tutor"

As if being haunted by his previous mockery, you searched for irony in those stunning eyes, and you found none. There's also a determination that rendered it impossible to argue against, so you have no choice but to approve.

Keegan followed you to your regular spot. Because it's the weekend, even the janitors had fled as soon as their shifts ended, leaving the entire campus to you two. You were correct to assume that, all thanks to the two-way, one facing the parking lot and the other towards the campus, which had taken the place of the room's two walls, showing only Keegan's bike there. Since the art building is regarded as your university's maze, students from other departments couldn't find you two so you certainly wouldn't be disturbed.

Unfortunately, there weren't enough necessary items and tools, you decided to paint on the canvas as usual.

Setting down your backpack, you faced the exterior and silently observed the younger one, waiting for his request. Keegan swallowed hard, hating the distance between you two. You fixed your gaze on him as though a slight movement of yours might result in a reprimand.

Fucking fool, he scolded himself.

"I....I want you to model f-for me" He scratched his head.

"A-and I got this piece of white silk....y-you can do whatever you want with it" he said hurriedly, frightened you might turn him down.

Seriously? Do whatever you want with it. What Keegan just said made him truly want to smack the shit out of him so bad. 

You tilted your head in silent thought. Obviously, sketching the body lines proved difficult enough but adding the garments unveiled an extra challenge entirely. That explained for your nod and your gradual removal of the clothing covering your body. Starting with your boots, then your jeans and panties, but for your upper body, you couldn't do it yourself.

"Get the silk then come here, please, I need a hand"

The request wasn't coerced, and you did not send it out like a command. Though you were not a people pleaser, Keegan always both loathed but admired your civility. The boy was aware that you're not the type to readily undress for others to view, yet something about your professional face unnerved him.

Grabbing the silk, Keegan cleared his throat and walked over to you. He waited for you to grant him permission before gingerly catching the edge of your sweater and pulling it over your head. Then the bra, which was simple to unclasp with one hand. The final bit of cloth slipped off your body, revealing you to the boy whose ears and face were as red as a ripped tomato due to your angelic bare physique.

"Are you gonna start?" You inquired and took the silk from the other person's hand.

And Keegan frantically ran to drag a divan for you to sit on.

The white silk piece was extremely lengthy but thin, resembling a stream that covered your entire body. The feather-like friction caused your nipples to tighten a bit, and your palm nonchalantly covered the tender region between your legs, creating an elegant yet equally alluring sight. You were aware that you weren't blessed with an aesthetically pleasing figure, but the tent that could not be appeased at the crotch of the artist across from you was enough to provide you a boost in your performance. 

Whether it's an ordinary biological response or another type of reaction... 

Your muscles were sore from maintaining the same posture for a long time. As you raised your gaze to Keegan, he saw and paused to give you both a moment to rest.

"Tired?" You asked when the boy stretched.

"I'm the one who should ask that, tutor" Keegan snickered. Oh the sound he made never failed to make you smile as well.

Standing up, the boy pushed past his work and knelt down before you to gently massage your calf with his warm hands. Keegan didn't raise his head, rather, he concentrated on aiding you in stretching your muscles. Needless to say, Keegan was deeply ashamed for his reckless behavior as well as the impulsive words that followed. Though it's clearly not between the two of you, there's still a problem, and since you're not a nosy person, you weren't sure how to approach him.

"My parents found out...." He bitterly confessed, "They broke the clay piece I made with you - two halves of the face kissing each other"

At that moment, your breathing stopped and your chest tightened when you learned the reason for the boy's sudden alienation.

"But that's not an excuse" He bit his lip, "I was an asshole, a truly fucking asshole.....You know, art a-and you are the only safe place I ever had. But I’ve treated you wrong, so wrong" 

Reaching for your wounded arm, he planted kisses along the sunken scar that owned a brighter pigmentation on your flesh. His tender and mindful gestures truly broke your heart.

"I'm sorry...I'm really sorry, I shouldn’t have, I should never treat you that way" His voice sounded ruptured, like it had been violently trodden upon, yet it likewise sounded like a growl.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You gingerly whispered.

Keegan's eyes were glassy and his orbs compared to two polished pearls, constantly wavering in misery. He didn’t know what to say or how to say it.

The divorce that resulted from one of Keegan's parents having an affair was the lowest point in his life. They filed a lawsuit in court, but neither one was willing to give the other child custody, so he ended up living under a rotten roof. All the dreams the boy had have been extinguished, they no longer meant anything. Allowing them to control his life in the way they wanted, forcing him to study like a dog day and night, and only bringing him the meals that were enough to meet his basic nutritional needs. When his passion for painting was once again re-awakened, Keegan did all in his ability to persuade his parents for the first time to let him decide his future, but they disdained art so much that they made him study architecture instead. Once again, Keegan's purposeless life has returned. He took a gap of four years to join the military, but his parents refused to leave him in solitude. They threatened to use greater punishments if he resisted again, stating that they forbade him from dying on the battlefield. 

How ironic, can you be forbidden to die? Ever?

Thankfully, after entering in this university, Keegan no longer had to live with his parents, letting him have more freedom for himself. Up until Keegan met you, it appeared that his typical university years were not proceeding along in the same way anymore. 

The boy fought to not shed a tear in front of you as his lips quivered whilst he recalled those painful memories. Knowing that no matter what, you wouldn't defame him, but vulnerability has never been on Keegan's mind.

“Hush, my sweet boy” Bending down and connecting yours with the boy's forehead, you cooed.

It was some time before the younger one calmed down. As Keegan's breathing steadied, you gradually withdrew to look him in his eyes, your hands caressing his cheeks and your thumbs lightly rubbing them in comfort. It made you smile warmly to hear him purring in his throat like a cat being cuddled by its master.

“Feel better now?” 

“Mhmm” He shook his head.

“Oh poor baby, what can I do to cheer you up then?” You giggled.

Out of the blue, Keegan took hold of your foot and placed it on his crotch, gently applying pressure and moving it back and forth to arouse the sensitive area beneath the fabric. And you were so taken aback that you couldn't take your eyes off where the boy was using your foot to pursue his pleasure. You've never imagined Keegan would be so straightforward.

"Ah...I-I'm...oh g-god..." He lowered his head and nibbled the skin on your thigh, "Can you -ah- feel my cock twitching f-for you, ma’am?"

Ma’am? 

“Can I call you ma’am….?” He’s breathing heavily, “In the end….ha a-ah…you’re still gonna be my tutor anyways, right?”

You blinked and then suddenly burst out laughing, and Keegan foolishly laughed along with you. Whipped your head down and moved your digits closer to his lips, you eagerly allowed Keegan to play with your foot as he moistened your fingers with his tongue. His soft tongue gilded back and forth between your pointer and middle fingers, and each time you bit your lip, his cheeks would sink in to suck them. It's amazing how different Keegan looked from what you imagined.

“How ‘bout mommy?” Poking your tongue to your inner cheek, you asked while still dancing your fingers with his tongue.

Of course, without hesitation, he nodded aggressively and continued to suck harder on your digits. But then you withdrew your hand and leg, making the boy whined in frustration and rubbed his head in your lap.

"N-no...no please don't do that...." He pouted, "I was so close...."

"Shhh...be a good boy and you'll get what you want" You murmured softly, and Keegan's body shivered as your lips touched his sensitive ear.

You raised an eyebrow and gave Keegan a satisfied smile in response to his yearning gaze. Instantly the boy drew closer, his lips meeting yours. Tongues intertwined, teeth scraping and lower lips bitten and swollen, you lowered your head to deepen the lustful, making Keegan groaned in pleasure.

"Moan for me, Keeg" You broke away from the kiss, moved down and bit his neck, "I wanna hear you, loud and clear"

And he obediently tagged along, his lips trembling as he continually let out muffled whines and mellow groans. The boy's body swayed in response to the sensation of your lips against his flesh.

"C-can I make you feel good, too, mommy?" He wetted his lips, hands reaching up to gently knead the soft plumpness on your chest with an unabashed greed.

"Hmm? You wanna suck my tits?" Your voice trailed off, teasing him

"Yes, yes, please" 

As soon as you nodded, the boy reached to the thin layer of silk and started squeezing your breasts which were set underneath. His large palms dutifully kneaded your feminine parts, mouth bit and sucked, leaving countless love marks from your jawline to your cleavage. You're just so soft, he couldn't get enough of it, of these beautiful breasts waiting to be fed to him. As his movements took over his mind, Keegan threw away the unhandy cloth, lunged forward to nibble the sides of your chest; his tongue circled each, constantly retreating to bounce them in his hands, making satisfying noises while latching on them again and again, non-stop.

“C’mon, don’t be shy” You cocked your head down to your chest, beckoning the younger person who was drooling over your delicious rosy nipples.

Keegan was indeed a good boy when you didn't have to repeat, shoving his face right into one of your bosoms without wasting anymore time. The first sensation you felt was his lips; he kissed them, then kept pinching and rotating them around with his teeth, prompting you to growl at the sting he brought. His fingers massaged the other one, taking good care of both sides equally, just like that - the boy was too devoured into you. However, that was still not enough. With a 'pop' as Keegan released you, he lifted your breasts and pulled them in, pointing your nipples towards the middle of your chest. Warm, pink tongue deftly rolled up and down, in between, wrapping around your buds. He twirled it, circled it around your hard nipples; lusty saliva was way too audible, irresistible ecstasy clenched your legs together and you kept pushing your chest harder to his face. 

“F-fuck…you’re doing so good -ha- so good” And he glazed his teeth tighter, “Yes! Fuckin— just like that pretty boy”

Your fingers reaching the boy's scalp, your nails clasped and lightly scratched his cleanly shaven nape, evoking more sinful groans from Keegan. His orbs, dilated with need, blown wide to meet yours, and his lashes fluttered somewhat, as though he wanted you to keep praising him. 

The thought of Keegan focusing on you as if you're a goddess, a faith, to be treasured and worshiped only by him, gave you chills.

Tilting your head back, your own feverish thoughts had heightened your arousal yet left the younger person unfulfilled.

“Tch…no” Keegan let go of your breasts, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and pulling your face back into its place, “No, no….why’re you turning away, mommy? Keep those eyes on me, let me see…let me see them piercing a hole into my soul”

Trailing his strong, muscular arms down your lower body, Keegan grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. The suddenness of your knees buckled by your shoulders, exposing the glistening pussy dragged a quite loud yelp out of your lips. As your back sank down the divan cushions, your midsection had been folded in and the stomach rolls which always gave you insecurity made you hesitant to keep extending your legs. So you attempt to sit up, how on earth did Keegan allow that?

“I know what you’re thinking mommy, and I don’t give a fuck ‘bout that” The boy spoke, maintaining his intense eyes on you.

“I want you to own me, treat me like your fucking slave, use me as much as you fucking want, yeah?” He spitted on your cunt, making you moaned out like a bitch in heat. “I’m your little slut” he grunted, “I’m your little toy….I am, I am, fucking just for you” he whispered, teeth gritted as he punctuated on each word.

The boy kissed your ankle, bent down and nibbled on the back of your thighs and the sides of your buttocks. His large palms greedily caressed your asscheeks, not forgetting to add a few spanks.

“Use me, give me fucking confidence….give me a will to live, mommy” He plead, “Give me that fucking pussy”

All your embarrassment has vanished into thin air, leaving only devastating elation. And Keegan, who had been waiting for that, launched himself at your glistering cunt and immediately became addicted to the taste of your arousal. He lavishly covered your entire pussy with open-mouth kisses, his lips pressed firmly and gulping nonstop, smearing your juices all over his visage and down to your asshole, getting some fucking prohibited moans out of you.

The younger then stopped, long enough to take in your beautiful two holes close up as he examined the sweet long slit.

“Lemme sniff on it”  He inhaled the sweet, musky scent of your cunt, “Let your boy breathe on it, mommy, lemme look at it twitching for me”

Your body responded instinctively, pussy quivering beneath his heated breaths. Before you realized it, he had already let go of your legs to fully spread out your folds and was burying his face against your bare cunt once more. His nose nudged above your entrance and his tongue began to work in seconds, sinking and churning the inside of you. 

“Oh fu— YES, more Keeg….more” Your body trembled violently as your desire for additional pleasure grew, reaching out to clutch on him.

Keegan’s four fingers pressed firmly on your lower abdomen as he began to lick up and down your slit while using his thumb which was only inches above your pearl to pull the folds around away. And when your hood moved away, the boy finally had your blood-swollen clit sitting there in front of his lust blown pupils. It’s puffy, aching and throbbing. It’s calling for him, he assured that. Receiving your loud moans as an encouragement, Keegan softly hummed directly on your rock hard clit as he continued to stimulate your hole by landing his tongue against it. His digits buried deeply inside your pussy and he increased the pace, pumping in and out, rotating them, and curling them so as they scratched your walls vigorously.  

Without backing down, the younger one flicked his tongue, rubbing it up and down unforgivingly on your pearl. You jointed and fought to squirm out of Keegan's hold, only to be held back by him as his teeth bit down. You were too fucked out when his lips swallowed on your clit, thighs began to squeeze either side of his head due to the fantastic feeling.

“Mhm hmm, that’s it….” The boy continued to work his tongue and fingers on you as quickly as possible, “That’s my mommy, c’mon, keep squeezing me with those thighs….yeah, stare at me -uhm- stare at your pretty boy as he eat your pussy out”

Those fucking praises and the way he avaricious desire to attain your climax at all costs as a reward has successfully pushed you to the edge. The familiar hot cramping in your womb beneath your lower belly was fleeting for just a moment and then your scream of satisfaction came out, your hands clamped down on Keegan's head above your cunt to jerk your hips on his naughty mouth, riding out your high.

“Fuck…f-fuck” Your chest heaved rapidly, “You’re a fucking beast”

“And you did not let me go, tho I’m not intending to pull away either” The boy peered up with the shit-eating grin on his face before lowering down to smooch around your cunt one last time.

You giggled as Keegan scattered a trail of kisses all over your physique. Your lips, your navel, and your collarbone. You additionally show your gratitude by tucking your arms around his solid shoulder blades, lifting him above you to prolong the passionate kiss.

Exquisite - the divine taste of your release from his mouth, delicate - the way your lips clung firmly, and submerged - the way your tongues entwine without separating.

The moment was short lived since your waist was scraped by something stiff. You winced a little as you recoiled from the kiss, peered down, and were enchanted to catch a glimpse of Keegan's manhood - it was just... gorgeous. Only when you two pressed right against each other did the freshly shaven pubic hair of his gave you a nice itchy sensation. Your pelvises were adhered together so you could gauge the length, and the tip of his cock, which was already partially hard, was leaking precum onto your stomach. 

“Satisfied?” Keegan lifted his brows and inquired when he noticed you gulping and staring at his lower torso.

You beamed up at the younger one, stretching down to grab his ass, “I promise to make a sculpture of it”

The boy's low and seductive laugh was suppressed when he forced retained his breath while your grip moved lightly to position him directly in front of your awaiting cunt, not before brushing his head to gather the most of your slick. As a gesture to allow him to climb up to kneel on the divan, your other elbow pushed down to slightly elevate the center of your body up a bit. 

“Ready?” 

Keegan only gave you a brief kiss on your temple and leaned your foreheads together without saying anything. The two of you seemed to share the same breath, holding together when he plunged into you and exhaling together as he truly bottomed out. Your own eyes blurred with the startling fullness he provided you with.

“You’re so warm mommy, fuck, too warm” The younger hissed through a barely contained growl. 

Swallowing hard, you shifted your airflow and wiggled your hips in an attempt to adjust with the new intrusion. Fortunately, you're not an imposing person. Little by little, your pussy gradually loosened and accepted him, and his head flew back as his unwavering control slipped inch by inch, not so different from the way his shaft was slowly entering you.

“Move, love, need to feel you deep inside me” 

Sheathing Keegan deeper into you, you purposefully pressed your hips against his, whispering into his ear. For a few while, the younger one remained idling, realizing that you were showing him the sweet spots inside you. So whenever you heard him mewling like a horny dog, biting upon your lower lip gently as he felt your walls fluttered around him. You knew he was memorizing for his own pleasure, as well as that of you.

Failing to bear it any longer, Keegan sat up and tenderly pulled out his manhood. At first, you assumed him to be gentle, but you were incredibly naive. He struck with such ruthlessness that your breath left your lungs in a passionate symphony of his name and contented moans. Angling your legs on one side of his shoulder, Keegan caged your thighs with both of his arms and pinned them there. His pace was too rough, and the tension that followed made it simpler to sense the boy's steadfast heartbeat as your skin rested smoothly on his broad chest. 

“Keeg– Keegan, shit…” 

Keegan knelt in front of you - hair slightly damp from perspiration that partially stuck to his forehead and partially dangled with the tempo of his body's movements, those massive biceps, muscular legs, and taut waist all flexed as he hammered into your core. The room's dim lighting and your glassy eyes granted the younger person the appearance of a finely sculpted statue, an unreal portrait.

Fuck, “You look so beautiful, oh my beautiful boy”

I knew it might be an exaggeration but here, is your Björn Johan Andrésen. Exclusively yours.

“Ha–ah….yours, I’m all yours” With an ominous grin, Keegan drew forward to murmur, "And you're also mine, right?"

However, you were so engrossed in the pleasure that you failed to respond. That explained why the person above suddenly pulled back, leaving you there clenching around nothing. When you started to prop yourself up, he swiftly folded you in half, locking you in that position.

“Put your co—”

“Nah….you’re gonna say it” With one hand, Keegan pressed your knees to your chest while the other was lazily stroking his cock. Glazing the tip so damn nigh to your bloated entrance.

“For fuck sake, of course I’m yours” You huffed out, “As if any fucking cock could ever allowed to be inside me”

Surely the younger one's erection had returned because a lustful stupor hit you as his pelvis immediately slammed into your plump ass. Up to the hilt. He had reached your cervix with the tip of his cock, ache yet madly numb.

“You’re my mommy, my mistress, my fucking big tough mistress aren’t ya?” He eagerly pounding into you, in a more primal way, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkk…..you’re so damn hot when you’re mad, y’know that?”

“Yeah?” You smirked.

“Fucking yeah”

The harder Keegan pounded into you, the louder the moans of you both came to a crescendo, almost at the peak. Since you knew you wouldn't be able to hold off for much longer, you had to encircle him more tightly with your legs, flutter your walls, and swallow his cock more deeply to ensure that his body would soon follow you.

“You're gonna cum mommy? Yeah, yeah, cum for me mommy, cum, cum, cum” Keegan shifted down and rubbed your swollen clit with great effort, making you cry as his finger plucked nonstop on it.

The younger person's chants ended with a growl from both you and him. He replaced his shaft with his thick digits, slipping out barely in time since you didn't have a condom. You both focused on the earth-shattering orgasm, on how his cock twitched in his palm and on his ropes of hot seed shooting onto your abdomen, dripping down to your wide-opened cunt, unable to stop.

Swore that you two had never felt so euphoric.

You laid limp under his sight, eyes flooded in darkness as you looked to the drop of sweat slowly leaving his chin then down to your navel, mixed together with his cum. 

Keegan collapsed on top of you, head buried into your neck. His weight was comforting, and as your fingers trailed to your lower body, you collected the white thick texture there and brought it to your lips, sticking out your tongue to taste then smiled with a satisfied hum. 

"I want to draw you like this" The boy stared upward at you, smiling brightly.

“Should take a photo too, in case you mess up and let me down for posing for you” Keegan tickled you when you kissed him on the lips in response to your cruel mocking.

Having said that, you still truly want to see his painting - of you, what it'll turn out once completed. 

Taglist: @shadowlali , @ghostlythots , @fl3xgio (is it alright if i add you?? 😫😫) , @brickwall035 (saw u a lot on my posts, wondering if i can add u?? 👉🏻👈🏻)

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Things To Do In Tampa: A Comprehensive Guide to Florida's Gulf Coast

Tampa offers a dynamic and lively experience for visitors, showcasing a myriad of activities on Florida's Gulf Coast.

Florida is renowned for its diverse attractions, and Tampa stands out as a city designed for both entertainment and relaxation. With a captivating blend of historic architecture and modern landmarks, a culture enriched with Cuban and Spanish influences, bustling business districts, and scenic canals, Tampa emerges as a versatile destination that caters to work, exploration, and leisure.

Discover the myriad activities that Tampa has to offer with this comprehensive guide!

Things To Do In Tampa

Despite its vintage charm, Tampa boasts a multicultural atmosphere where historic buildings are being revitalized into vibrant food halls. Immerse yourself in the complete travel experience with our guide to Tampa's diverse offerings.

Discover Marine Life at The Florida Aquarium While in Tampa, Florida, don't miss the opportunity to explore The Florida Aquarium—an expansive 250,000-square-foot facility accredited by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums. As a 501 non-profit organization situated in downtown Tampa, it stands as one of the premier aquariums in the US. Witness a captivating array of sea creatures and immerse yourself in this publicly operated institution.

Location: 701 Channelside Dr, Tampa, FL 33602

Operating Hours: Open daily from 9:30 AM to 5 PM

Admission: $34.45 per person

Uncover Tampa's Past at Henry B. Plant Museum Venture into the historical realm by visiting the Henry B. Plant Museum, housed in the south wing of Plant Hall on the University of Tampa's campus. Located at 401 West Kennedy Boulevard, this museum offers insights into the Victorian lifestyle during turn-of-the-century Florida. Considered a hidden gem, it conveniently sits near hotels and restaurants around the university campus.

Location: 401 W Kennedy Blvd, Tampa, FL 33606

Operating Hours: Tuesday - Sunday from 10 AM to 5 PM (opens at 12 on Sundays)

Experience Artistic Splendor at The Tampa Theatre For a dose of cultural entertainment, make your way to The Tampa Theatre—an exquisite performing arts space in downtown Tampa. Designed by architect John Eberson, this atmospheric theatre-style movie palace hosts a variety of independent and foreign film productions. Treat yourself to a unique cinematic experience in this beautifully preserved landmark.

Location: 711 N Franklin St, Tampa, FL 33602

Operating Hours: Varies by show/screening

Relax Amid Nature at Lettuce Lake Park Nature enthusiasts will find solace in Lettuce Lake Park, a beloved green space in Tampa. Spanning 240 acres, the park offers walking paths, biking trails, and scenic benches for relaxation. Conveniently located on Fletcher Avenue between Interstate 75 and the University of South Florida, Lettuce Lake Park is complemented by the soothing presence of the Hillsborough River, providing a refreshing escape during warm spells.

Address: 6920 E Fletcher Ave, Tampa, FL 33637

Hours: Open daily from 8 AM to 7 PM

Enjoy Live Performances at The Straz Center for the Performing Arts For aficionados of the performing arts, The Straz Center offers a captivating venue for shows, screenings, and live concerts throughout the year. Originally established in 1987 as the Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center and later rebranded in 2009, this beautiful complex is situated in downtown Tampa.

Location: 1010 N Macinnes Pl, Tampa, FL 33602

Operating Hours: Varies by show/screening

Embark on a Splashy Adventure at Adventure Island For a dose of fun in Tampa, look no further than Adventure Island—a conveniently located water park northeast of Tampa, Florida, just across the street from Busch Gardens Tampa Bay. This aquatic haven covers 30 acres and offers water rides, dining options, and various attractions. Many visitors opt for a full trip, combining the thrills of Busch Gardens and Adventure Island.

Location: 10001 McKinley Dr, Tampa, FL 33612

Tickets: $29.99 per person

Experience Thrills at Busch Gardens A must-visit for adrenaline enthusiasts in Tampa, Busch Gardens Tampa Bay is the largest zoo in the region, packed with exhilarating roller coasters and over 12,000 animals. This adventure park seamlessly blends high-caliber rides, adrenaline-pumping thrills, and family-friendly recreation. For a water-themed escapade, explore Busch Gardens' Adventure Island, Tampa's exclusive water park, spanning 30 acres of tropical excitement.

Location: 10165 McKinley Dr, Tampa, FL 33612

Tickets: $84.99 per person

Unwind on the Beautiful Beaches Just a short drive away, Tampa offers access to approximately 35 miles of pristine Gulf of Mexico waters and white sand beaches on the barrier islands of St. Petersburg and Clearwater. Renowned for their exceptional sand quality and environmental preservation, standouts include Fort DeSoto Park, Caladesi Island, and Clearwater Beach. With its undeveloped coastlines, this area imparts a sense of being on a remote island.

Discover the wealth of beaches: Tampa boasts around 35 miles of white sand coastline, providing ample opportunities for relaxation and seaside enjoyment.

Discover the Glazer Children's Museum For families with kids, a visit to the Glazer Children's Museum is a must during their time in Tampa. Boasting around 20 interactive exhibits catering to children of all ages, this family-friendly museum offers an engaging experience.

Location: 110 W Gasparilla Plaza, Tampa, FL 33602

Operating Hours: Tuesday - Sunday from 9:30 AM to 5 PM

Indulge in a Beer Tasting Experience Tampa's brewing legacy dates back to 1896 when the Florida Brewing Company established itself in Ybor City's downtown. While facing challenges due to restrictions and laws, the craft beer scene experienced a resurgence with the establishment of the Tampa Bay Brewing Company a century later.

Diverse Beer Scene: Tampa boasts a thriving brewing culture, with the Florida Brewing Company being a popular choice in Ybor City.

Best Time to Explore Tampa, Florida

Tampa is at its best between September and December, offering a pleasant escape from the oppressive heat and humidity. The breezy conditions of autumn still provide warmth and sunshine, and during these months, hotels often offer enticing deals to attract visitors.

While the peak season for major attractions is from May to August, the weather can be uncomfortably humid. January through April, despite being cooler, tends to be a more expensive period for booking trips.

Optimal Transportation in Tampa

For seamless exploration of Tampa, visitors often find it beneficial to rent a car, especially if planning excursions to Clearwater and St. Pete's beachfront or the artistic enclaves of Sarasota. However, for those intending to stay within downtown or utilize the Telo Line Streetcar, walking or riding may suffice.

Given the residential and widely dispersed nature of the Bay Area, car rental costs, while subject to fluctuations based on supply and peak season factors, are generally reasonable. Commute times may be slightly extended due to the unique driving patterns in the region.

Guide to Tampa's Distinct Neighborhoods

Tampa's allure extends beyond its main attractions, inviting visitors to explore its vibrant neighborhoods that pulse with unique charm.

Hyde Park: Crafted around the time of the first Hillsborough River bridge by railroad magnate Henry B. Plant and Cuban immigrants establishing Ybor City, Hyde Park is a charming area exuding heritage and retro glamour. Nestled by the sea, with leafy tree canopies and early 20th-century brick lanes, Hyde Park features upscale Hyde Park Village, a walkable hub for dining and shopping. To the east, Bayshore Boulevard offers a waterfront promenade for biking and strolling.

Channelside District: Packed with tourist delights, the Channelside District hosts Sparkman Wharf—a riverfront entertainment venue offering microbrews, musical performances, and diverse dining options. The Florida Aquarium, home to over 8,000 species, adds to the district's allure with captivating exhibits on conservation initiatives, coral reefs, and marine life. Dolphin trips and hands-on experiences, like the No Bone Zone habitat, enhance the Channelside District's appeal.

Downtown: A blend of historical and contemporary cultural attractions defines downtown Tampa. Renowned sites such as the Florida Museum of Photographic Arts, the Tampa Museum of Art, and the Glazer Children's Museum cater to art enthusiasts and families alike. The David A. Straz, Jr. Center for the Performing Arts hosts Broadway musicals, opera-ballet performances, and musical events. Corey Hixon Waterfront Park hosts year-round outdoor events, while the Tampa Riverwalk offers a scenic stroll along the Hillsborough River, lined with diverse eateries and bars.

Dining Recommendations in Tampa

The culinary scene in Tampa Bay mirrors its diverse culture, offering indulgent beverages at beachfront bistros and taverns. Visitors can savor iconic Tampa dishes, choosing from an array of options, including haute cuisine, farm-to-table eateries, and delightful seafood and traditional Spanish meals.

Top Breakfast Spots: Samaria Cafe, Nicki's Omelette & Grill, Oxford Exchange Lunch Favorites: Oystercatchers, Ulele, Al's Finger Licking Good Bar-B-Que Dinner Hotspots: Vino E Pasta, On Swann, Wright's Gourmet House Best Bars: M. Bird, Fly Bar, The Orpheum, Bad Monkey

Where To Stay In Tampa, Florida

Tampa Bay offers a diverse range of lodging options, catering to both luxury seekers and those on business or leisure trips. Entertainment abounds, making Tampa an ideal destination for various needs.

Luxury Hotels

The Tampa Edition

Cost: Starting at $709 per night

Address: 500 Channelside Dr., Tampa, 33602

Amenities: Fitness Center, Outdoor Swimming Pool, Garden

Floridan Palace Hotel

Cost: Starting at $299 per night

Address: 905 North Florida Avenue, Tampa, FL 33602

Amenities: Fitness Center, Restaurant

Mid-Tier Hotels

Hyatt Place Downtown Tampa

Cost: Starting at $349 per night

Address: 325 N Florida Avenue, Tampa, 33602

Amenities: Fitness Center, Outdoor Swimming Pool, Restaurant

Hotel South Tampa & Suites

Cost: Starting at $199 per night

Address: 3314 South Dale Mabry, Tampa, FL 33629

Amenities: Swimming Pool, Fitness Center

Budget Hotels

Hilton Garden Inn Tampa East

Cost: Starting at $166 per night

Address: 10309 Highland Manor Drive, Tampa, FL 33610

Amenities: Restaurant, Swimming Pool

Sleep Inn & Suites Tampa South

Cost: Starting at $179 per night

Address: 6231 S Dale Mabry Highway, Tampa, 33611

Amenities: Spa and Wellness Center, Fitness Center

Visiting Tampa: Helpful Tips

Sunpass Convenience: Consider obtaining a Sunpass, a prepaid digital permit for hassle-free highway travel to various destinations.

CityPASS Savings: Opt for the Tampa Bay CityPASS, providing discounted access to the city's premier attractions. Priced at $97 for children and $107 for adults, it offers substantial savings.

Freshwater Caution: Exercise caution when encountering freshwater, especially outside designated swimming springs. Florida's waters are home to over a million alligators, emphasizing the need for vigilance.

A Day Well Spent in Tampa

For those with just 24 hours, Tampa offers a condensed yet fulfilling experience. Explore Downtown Tampa starting with the Glazer Children's and art museums. Next, embark on an adventurous journey at Busch Gardens.

As the evening unfolds, consider a visit to one of the local breweries. Hyde Park beckons with its excellent dining and shopping options, while the Channelside District provides a vibrant backdrop for live performances.

Engage in Unique Activities

Even if water sports aren't your forte, Tampa's outdoor adventures offer compelling reasons to visit. The region boasts a diverse array of outdoor activities to suit various interests.

FAQ

Q: What is Tampa known for? Tampa is renowned for attractions such as the Florida Aquarium, the exhilarating Busch Gardens, the vibrant Ybor City, and being the birthplace of the Cuban sandwich. Additionally, the city is celebrated for its lush gardens, cigar manufacturing heritage, modern museums, fine dining establishments, and picturesque sidewalks.

Q: Is Tampa better than Orlando? Tampa is preferred by beach enthusiasts due to its proximity to the coast and the surrounding Tampa Bay. Orlando, another city in Central Florida, is favored by those who are fans of Universal and Disney attractions.

Q: Is Tampa Riverwalk worth visiting? Absolutely! Tampa Riverwalk is a must-visit attraction, offering a scenic stroll along the Garrison Channel and Hillsborough River. With water-based activities, beachfront restaurants, museums, and year-round festivals, it provides an enriching and enjoyable experience.

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George W. Maher, architect - part 2

My previous post focused on Maher-designed houses on Hutchinson St., now a Chicago historic district. For this post, I spent part of a day photographing some of Maher's other residential work in Chicago.

Stevenson-Colvin House

Address: 5940 N. Sheridan Rd.

Year Built: 1909

Architect: George W. Maher

The Stevenson-Colvin House

The Harry M. Stevenson house at 4950 N. Sheridan Road dates to 1909 and is a rare survivor of the large homes that lined the street in the first decades of the 20th century. The house, referred to today as the Colvin house for its second owner, features a distinctive Maher dormer, second floor windows recessed behind columns, and a motif of tulips and triangles. It has been restored in recent years and now functions as an events venue.

Classic Chicago Magazine

I took the following photos of the Colvin House during a past Open House Chicago weekend, sponsored by the Chicago Architecture Center:

Unfortunately, the interior has been remodeled, removing virtually all of Maher's original design. The chandelier, however, and the stair rail, are original. The house is now an events venue.

Residence of Edwin M. Colvin, Esq., Chicago. The Architectural Record, 1916 Feb., v. 39, p. 175. ill, plans.

J.H. Hoekscher House

4506 N. Sheridan Rd., 1902

4506 N. Sheridan shortly after completion in 1902 (Inland Architect)

Interior photos available here

King / Nash House, 1901-1902

3234 W Washington Blvd., Chicago

This house is an amalgamation of the Sullivanesque, Colonial Revival, and Prairie styles. It was originally commissioned by wealthy businessman Patrick J. King, but its most well-known occupant was the influential Irish-Catholic politician Patrick A. Nash, who lived here from 1925 to 1943, when Washington Boulevard was one of the city's most-fashionable addresses.

Chicago Landmarks

Davey Pate / Charles Comiskey House, 1901

5131 S. Michigan Ave., Chicago

Maher designed this house for Chicago lumberman Davey Pate. The house was later owned by Charles Comiskey, long-time owner of the Chicago White Sox baseball team.

Magerstadt House, 1906-1908

4930 South Greenwood Avenue, Chicago

Completed the same year that Maher was devising a master plan for the Northwestern University campus, the Magerstadt House sits sideways on its deep, narrow lot, with the front door facing what is now the driveway. Visible from the street is a rectangular side porch whose pillars sport carved poppies.

Chicago Magazine

Elevation and plans above and photos below, HABS survey documents

This house is probably one of the finest works of George W. Maher, a contemporary of Frank Lloyd Wright, and one of the Prairie School. It shows a relationship to Wright's work of the time in its cubist massing, ribbons of windows, simple, low-pitched roof, and deep, unbroken eaves. The influence of Art Nouveau is also evident, as is seen in the extensive use of the poppy motif in the ornament and interior finish.

Library of Congress

This photo and other interior views on Redfin

Link: Magerstadt House HABS Report

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G A M E P L A Y

Rose gets accepted into Britechester and has a private tour of the campus with her bestfriends. (Lot details can be found HERE)

A very energic and charismatic Marisa welcomed the girls to a territory that she had known like the back of her hand.

"Welcome to the University of Britechester! If I catch you wandering off during our walkthrough, there will be a STEEP price to pay..."

"Here goes the Pub of Britechester. Though Savannah had used their bathroom to change into something more comfortable, you all are not allowed inside.

However, once you become young adults come back! The prices are always reasonable as long as you have your student id!"

"This is THEE best restaurant that Britechester has to offer! It's called 'The Orangery' and was built by the talented architect GordanJohnson (EA ID) some years ago.

The atmosphere is surreal as you enter and are captured by its unique design."

"Here are two of the campuses historic landmarks. Aren't they magnificent?! To the left is the 'Livin' Rum Townhouse' and to the right the 'Spring Steppe Townhouse'. (EA ID: Hey_Harrie)

Make sure to not loiter in this area or you will be placed on academic probation."

"The renowned 'Poets Street' is what replaced our old home. We may not have it to come back and reminisce in front of but BojanaSimsYT (EA ID) did such an astonishing job that we went with her for the new house!

I hear that a café is still in the works on the first floor..."

Minzy, Rose's mom, ended up calling during the tour, autonomously. So, they all stopped in front of the sports stadium so that they could talk.

"I think I hear a debate going on. Lets go over and check it out once you get off of the phone! Tell your mom I said hey and we need a minty fresh club gathering soon!"

(The debate was ending by the time that they all walked over to the center)

"Well maybe next?!

If you girls could look ALL the way up to both your lefts and to your rights, you can see the two official dormitory spaces. Those twins are called 'Britechester Penthouse' and also built by Hey_Harrie (EA ID).

I'll leave that for when you all move in!"

"Our last stop is right over there... A building that you girls may spend endless hours inside of during your time pursuing those degrees, Darby's Den. This was built by the same architect as the Pub, Simstorian-ish. (lmao) She is the one that built up Oasis Springs."

"I will be stepping down from my position as an art scholar here. However, this does not mean to act reckless as my presence is no longer physically here.

With that being said...

Welcome to Britechester ladies!!!

I have eyes EVERYWHERE. Always remember that!"

[lboogie1906]

Second Lieutenant Albert Irving Cassell June 25, 1895 - November 30, 1959) a prominent African American architect, planner, engineer, educator, and entrepreneur, was born in Towson, Maryland to Albert and Charlotte Cassell. His education began in a Baltimore public school. He moved to Ithaca, New York, and enrolled in a city high school. He was admitted into Cornell University, where he worked on campus.

He served in the Army during WWI. Commissioned as a second lieutenant in the heavy field artillery, he served as a training officer in France. He returned to Cornell University and completed his BS in architecture. His first project included the design of five buildings at the Tuskegee Institute with fellow architect William A. Hazel. He designed silk mills and other industrial plants in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. He joined the Architecture Department of Howard University as an assistant professor.

He designed projects that helped shape the physical growth of Howard University. He produced the master plan for the expansion of the campus. He set about purchasing the land around the university to execute his plan. He helped to design and construct the medical school, dining hall, gymnasium, stadium, chemistry building, power plant, underground power distribution system, the Founders Library, the Frederick Douglass Memorial Hall, and three women’s dormitory buildings. He designed buildings at Virginia Union University and Morgan State College. He laid a strong foundation for a strong and successful architecture program at Howard University. He presided over the creation of the College of Engineering and Architecture at the university.

He pursued the development of an unsuccessful planned community for African Americans on the shore of the Chesapeake Bay. He led the development of the Mayfair Mansions Project and the James Creek Alley Housing Development in DC. He designed civic buildings for the state of Maryland and DC and participated in other projects at Washington National Airport and the Pentagon. He was a member of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #alphaphialpha

[salantami]

The UNAM Central Library is the main library of the University City campus of the National Autonomous University of Mexico (UNAM).  This building opened in 1956 and holds one of the largest collections in the country. The 10-floor building was designed by architect Juan O’Gorman in collaboration with Carlos Lazo, who managed the larger CU project then well underway.The building facade is famously covered in a four-sided mosaic titled “Historical Representation of Culture.” This too was designed and executed by O’Gorman. Each side of the building represents a different period of Mexican history: the north depicts the pre-Hispanic period; the south, the colonial period; the east wall, the modern era; and the west wall, the history of the university

[canaidliafail]

Like bitter coffee

Ianthe Tridentarius x f!reader 🌿

•MDI• college AU • 5.5 k words

song attached for a pleasant reading experience

part 1/? [ I had to split it because it was getting too long but I still hope you enjoy reading it ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ ] not proof read

you can always comment and let me know if you want me to write more ♡

Ianthe, to put it simply, was a fucking pain in the ass. It wasn’t about the things she did, no that would have been Naberius, it was about the things she didn’t do.

She refused to cooperate, she ignored everyone and was a self absorbed and entitled person. A stark contrast to her sister who you found more pleasant to be around.

To be honest everything you knew about these two had been against your will. you had Gideons loud mouth to thank for that.

you slumped further in the plush sofas of the university's library as you went through your notes. Your collection was complete, colors and fabrics picked and you had a general outline of what you wanted your main outfit to look like for the fashion show.

the only problem was you were unsure if you felt comfortable enough to be the model for the runaway or if you would have to ask for a leaflet and check what agencies your school worked with to pick a model from them.

“I could always volunteer” offered Gideon, ever so helpful and willing to do what she could for her friends. Harrow, frowned “How about you focus on your own upcoming exams griddle ? I swear to God, how did you fail 4 out of…5 subjects” she said in disgust and disbelief. Her eyes were glued on her computer screen scrolling down Gideons card to see how she performed on every exam to figure out what her girlfriend would need a tutor for

“Thanks but I’ll be alright” you said, your answer flat and not as soft as you’d hoped it would come off

“Besides, if you become my model you'll have to constantly be at the atelier so that I can sew the clothes down to your exact measurements and it would take too much time out of your day ”

you mumbled more to yourself than to them.

“Just saying if you need help, we’re always here”

“Who's we?” hissed harrow.

“Maybe corona?” you tried thinking of the twin with the rich curls and curves. She was tall, confident and would look good on the runway . but she was on her last year and if Gideon was busy, than Corona would definitely not have time for charity

“fuck this is insane” you groaned and slumped even further into the couch rubbing your palms against your face. You knew who would be willing to help. You refused to say the name in your head.

but for some Godforsaken reason that woman had taken an interest in you and seem to always have time to catch up and talk to you. A convenient inconvenience

“Which leaves”

“no” Gideon and harrow said in unison, as if reading your mind

“Listen I don’t want to ask Ianthe either but-“

“ask me what?” you heard a very familiar cocky voice approaching

You turned your head and saw Ianthe taking her seat on the armrest of your sofa, your eyes on the length of her tight, dark brown pants.

You hated how perfectly built she was.

“my eyes….” she drew out the reply,tasting it and finished with an equally rich tone “are up here doll” your head snapped to glare at her. She wore the proudest smirk.she was probably aware that you were admiring her.

“So what was that about me?” she asked again and you got up abruptly closing your sketchbook and shoving it in your backpack

“I was talking shit about you is all” you barked and left the library graceless and defeated.

•••

you looked up once again in hopes that some God would have taken pity on you and that a bus would appear soon but the screen was blank. 20 minutes. but 20 minutes in the cold winter seemed like an eternity. you tried pushing your fisted hands deeper in your pockets chasing the warmth and dug your nose in your knitted scarf

the campus bus stop was across the parking lot and that, was a cruel joke by the architects who designed the building. You saw one car leaving after the other and you hated all the rich kids who could come and go at any point of the day in the comfort and warmth of their vehicles

To be fair, Harrow and Gideon did offer to drive you back but that would mean you losing two hours of worktime at the workshop and you didn’t have the luxury of that.

so now, you stood at the bus stop waiting for the damn bus to do its job and arrive. It didnt

what did though was a white Bentley Convertible and stopped in front of you rolling down the windows. You would have recognised whose car that was without seeing the driver. The tridentarii twins had, the most expensive cars since they did come from old money.

“want me to drive you back?”

“im good”

“buses are on strike today. so were you planning on walking?” Ianthe teased and finally turned her head to look at you.

sometimes, her attitude made it feel like she was doing you a favor by acknowledging your existence

she had one hand was on the leather steering wheel and the oher rested comfortably on the head of the passenger seat

why does someone so evil have to look this hot

“on strike? of course they are” You whispered and then realised why Gideon and Harrow insisted on driving you back

“Will you continue mopping and looking miserable out in the cold or will you let me drive you after all?”

she asked and with a huff, you let your pride fall to the ground and walking all over it opened the door of the car and took a seat. Ianthe, didnt take her arm which now was inderictly around you and you hated how much it affected you

“what were you really talking about today?”

“You are so self absorbed”

“Its you all who can't seem to keep my name out of your mouths though” you rested your head against the cold glass of the polished windows and looked at the streetlights slowly turning into a blur as the car started speeding up and going on the main road. Ianthes scent offered an unexpected comfort that you seemed to chase after as you slumped in the seat

“I need a model for the runway” you said half murmuring half speaking loud. The abrupt change of the outside cold to the warmth of her car had your eyelids heavy. You really just wanted to go home and sleep

“I think my sister would be perfect for the job, though she is very busy”

In the haze of your sleepiness you found yourself surprisingly honest

“I prefer you. I find your presence captivating”

she didn’t say anything. not a thank you or an offer for the role. Or maybe you didn't hear it as you drifted off to sleep.

••••

The next few days you grew painfully aware of Ianthes existence next to you. You weren’t sure if she had always kept such a close distance and you just started to notice or if she just now started tailing you everywhere

She would find you outside the bus stop by “coincidence” and offer to get you a coffee cause

“you look rough” and that led to her treating you to coffee twice now.

She started driving you back home every other day, and then every day

“I can pick you up too, you know. We have a lot of classes in the morning and out schedules match”

that you had to decline. that would be too much Ianthe. and yet it wasn’t enough.

You were frustrated. She never lingered long enough to talk, the drives were fast and quiet save for the occasional music that shed play through the speakers and every time you stumbled upon each other in campus she wouldnt give more than a playful wink and would go on to whatever the fuck she was going.

After two weeks you decided to make a move. You were at the parking lot holding two coffees leaning against Gideons parked jeep and waited for the familiar white Bentley.

you saw it park, smooth and fast and you were horrified to find out how turned on you got by her excellent driving skills

It probably was because Ianthe didn’t seem like the type to drive like well…like that.

She walked out grabbing her bag and glanced up doing a double take once she realized you were there

“Good morning darling” she said full of honey and sweetness that was borderline venomous. Something was different about her today. Something that made you unable to look away from her face. She looked brighter..hotter.

“Got you coffee” You rushed the answer and extended your arm to give her the other paper cup. She smiled, carefully and gently and went to get the coffee and opened the cap taking her time inhaling the fresh scent of the hot beverage

“Holy shit. You put on red lipstick” you mindlessly said, finally able to pinpoint what brought out her features. The warm tone of the bright color tied all of her pale features together and gave a new found elegance you thought you could find in old renaissance paintings alone.

she averted her gaze and fiddled with the paint on her nails focused on then “That I did” she answered faking an uninterested tone but you could tell she was nervous.

“It really suits you” you tried complimenting, words escaping your lips before your brain could filter the consequences. She coyly fixed her hair, pulling a loose strand of hair behind her ear with her finger tips.

“You should see it on my sister. She can really pull off bold makeup looks and all that other stuff” she trailed on and you stopped her

“You always say that when someone compliments you” she finally met your eyes and cocked a brow, seeming finally interested. something was there. Something you couldn’t quite u deratand yet

She shrugged and quirked her arm to lift the sleeve of her white coat and looked at her clock

“Well as fun as this is, my classes start soon so I'll go on my way then”

“I can accompany you there. I have time to kill”

“suits me fine” she said and locked her car, tossing the keys in her bag.

You both fell into a silence that felt weirdly comfortable. Truthfully you weren’t sure why you wanted to appeal to Ianthe so much. Maybe her giving you attention made you notice her in return. She always seemed to be in her sister's shadow, though that by no means meant that she seemed less. Just that Coronabeth stole the spotlight with her loud, outstanding personality

“Is your project going well?”

she broke the silence and you tightened your grip on the belt of your messenger bag

“I'm stuck actually, I have it figured out and I did start sewing but…”

“still haven’t picked a model?”

“yeah…” you said in despair and she chuckled. It was more of a soft breezy sound but you devoured it with pride. You could say that you made the Ianthe tridentarious -laugh-

“Pity” she tried to sound sympathetic, though with her face and voice it sounded like had wet sand on her tongue

“Listen I know you are busy but would you be willing to do that? be my model?”

Ianthe smiled like a cat and all but purred when she turned to look at you with a new found glint in her eyes

“Oh I'd love that”

•••

“Ianthe is too close. Waaaaay too fucking close” You grew tired of Gideons endless yawping. Harrow seemed displeased too but didn’t give more than an unapproving frown at your announcement of yours and Ianthes friendship

“I'm telling you its not like that. And she can be nice”

Gideon pretending to heave like a cat and made a throwing up sound

“Nice ?! She is a snake!” Harrow smacked her head on the back

“quiet. We are in a library” she reminded you both. You were walking down the isles with them, Harrow picking books and leaving them for Gidoen to carry

“Snakes are pretty”

“they will eat you”

“I wouldn't mind Ianthe eating me-“

“Im begging you not to finish that sentence”

you scoffed and Gideon softened

“Im just worried! You’re like my baby sister you know?”

“She's right. no good can come out of hanging out with that twin. Remember what Naberius was like?”

that piqued your interest “Naberius?” You had a passionate distaste for that man

“He had a crush on her and they hooked up eventually or allegedly. Point is they were seen together a lot and then after that event she made his life a living hell and embarrassed him to the point that he changed unis. Im telling you he is but a corpse these days”

You shuddered. that sounded so unprovoked and painfully, so Ianthe

Nothing truly stopped you from ending up like that. It was getting easier to admit that you too, had a painful little crush on the woman. No crush was putting it lightly. You were growing infatuated

“Are you sure there was no reason behind it?”

“Corona told us. And Ianthe tells corona everything so it has to be all there is”

You sat on that thought “Well maybe Im special”

“specially stupid” added harrow

“specially delusional” offered Gideon and you kicked gideon on her shin and left the isle upset hearing them chuckling softly in the distance

You looked around at the sitting area with most of the spaces empty. You walked down to the corner of the library, where the light fell through an old weary curtain and the couches were generally older than the rest as that usually was where staff sat for their break. and there, in all her sunlit glory you found Ianthe, reading a book, legs crossed and leaning against the arm rest with the same tightness to her features as her eyes scanned the pages

she looked up and the tension left her brows making your heart painfully swell with relief. you had to be special

You noticed her wearing that same red lipstick you had complimented her on the other day.

“Just gonna stand there or will you join me dove?” she asked and you went over and tossed your backpack to the side sitting next to her on the couch

“what are you reading”

“Haruki murakami. Ever read his works?”

you winced “I..Don't read. I struggle with focusing”

you said and she smiled

“I can read it for you” you looked at her

“how?”

she laughed

“by reading it aloud you idiot”

what was it with everything coming for your neck and wits today

“Alright fine but what is it even about?”

“hard to tell with most of his books till you reach the end. In most cases at least”

“why would you read something like that? willingly I mean?”

“I like taking my time with the books. I like when it takes a while to be understood. then I break it down completely till everything is laid open before me and I can stitch it back to fit my narrative”

you heard her explain and you leaned against her, shoulders touching as you peered at the book trying to read a page the double meaning escaping you

“You philosophy majors are weird”

“and the rest of you are so endearingly simple” she said fixing a loose strand of hair behind your ear

“So are you interested in reading a few pages with me?”

“I don’t think Ill be good company”

“indulge me darling” she insisted and that was enough to let you melt against her frame as she wrapped an arm around you and started from the top of the page aloud now

”Man doesn’t choose fate. Fate chooses man. That’s the basic worldview of Greek drama. And the sense of tragedy—according to Aristotle—comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist’s weak points but from his good qualities.”

You realized, you loved Ianthes voice. It was steady, and she spoke clearly and confidently without being loud. She had elegance and grace.

“ Do you know what I’m getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex being a great example. Oedipus is drawn into tragedy not because of laziness or stupidity, but because of his courage and honesty. So an inevitable irony results.”

The meaning was lost and mixed with the warmth of the sun hitting your back from the window and the quiet sounds of feet shuffling and walking around the building and it all seemed very distant at the moment

the corner you picked was so secluded, so entirely yours that you let your eyes close for a moment and leaned deeper into Ianthes embrace craving all she was willing to offer

“See how it translates? How you were fatefully and inevitably drawn to someone cruel like me from a point of kindness and from a good heart?”

she said in the same tone as before without you noticing she wasn’t reciting lines from the book anymore

her hand reached around you and cradled your head to her chest carefully with pure unconfined tenderness. She massaged your scalp fingers digging in and out in a circular slow motion easing any stress you had. She continued reading, with every minute passing lulling you to a peaceful rest all the while letting you put more of the weight if your body against hers and you could have sworn you felt her lips brush against your hair in what seemed to be a kiss

•••

You were at the school's atelier. a week after the library incident which you refused to adress to yourself or confront her about.

You had fallen asleep and woken up by an obnoxiously loud gideon and a note in Ianthes handwriting with her number and the words

for your project

which also meant -Dont text me unless necessary-

But it caught Gideons eye and she was yelling at you about how bad of an idea this was all over again, with you ignoring her all over again.

you asked Ianthe to come by after her classes to take her measurements. your phone pinged indicating a message and you tilted your screen up to see what was written

Ianthe

just finished. will be there in 10’

coffee?

You smiled. You felt fuzzy and warm and you smacked your head on the table causing the soap and ruler to tumble on the ground. Camilla jumped up surprised

“Are you ok?” she asked and you groaned in -yes-

“Projects tough?” she asked and you rolled your head on your desk to look at her

“Did you find a model?”

“yes Corona” she said in one go suddenly on edge as she gathered her things to leave. You got up

“wow-wow-wow hold on- how?!” you asked genuinely surprised

“She offered” she said even faster and you saw her cheeks flush.

oh

“Ooooh did she” you teased

“I think we should talk less to each other” she barked and left embarrassed and you laughed loudly. now that was an interesting pair. Your phone buzzed again and you remembered you never replied.

_yes please. same as usual. Ill venmo you the money

_go fuck yourself and your money

came her sweet response and you laughed and hit your lower lip girlishly like a virgin maiden.

Oh what had become of you. You would kick yourself for having a spine made out of jelly for acting like a fool over the mean tridentarii yet here you were, twirling your hair and swinging your legs in excitement

About an hour later you saw the doors to the atelier push open and a platinum blonde head peak and look around. Ianthe noticed you and in relief walked towards you. She wore tight fitting pants that hugged her slim hips and a satin blouse with a thin golden chain around her neck.

her hair was gathered in a low bun, messy and undone and her eyes hinted she had pulled a few all nighters. Yet to you, she still seemed stunning

you had it bad. she gave you your coffee and walked over sitting on your chair with a thud and dropped her bag “Gods this week was endless” she whined and you smiled, getting comfortable at your desk, used to her daily complaining over how much she hated everyone.

“These professors are stupid imbeciles. They are delusional if they think anyone but me can mark a perfect score on that test”

“awh” you cooed sarcastically and patted her head feigning affection. she leaned in your touch

“Oh fuck off. You love to see me suffer”

“I do” you agreed and she pushed your hand away with a laugh getting up and straightening her blouse

“alright let's get started then”

“yes though” you said slightly unsure on how to go about this. Her blouse was loose, and the material thick which meant it would meddle with your process

“Your blouse”

“I can take it off”

“ah no its ok Ill-“

she laughed and her eyebrows tilted up, her lids getting louder as she took a step closer to you

“what are you so flustered for? this should be normal for you in this line of work” she said and lifted your chin with one slim finger. Your breath stuttered at the proximity.

her red lipstick taunted you with its mischievous shine making the bottom plumper

you wanted to lean it and let it mix with yours

“I'm not a prude Ianthe. Get undressed” you ordered and pulled away. she smirked

“Do not say a word”

you added and she rolled her eyes taking off her blouse and standing near your desk waiting. Of course Ianthe would wear a lace bra. A very see through lace bra

You grabbed your measuring tape and started with her head, neck and shoulders focusing on the numbers instead of the body in front of you. though her soft, even breathing pattern had you painfully aware of her closeness as you felt it hit your neck.

“Its mine and my sisters… birthday, next week” She started with a slow pace and a quivering voice.

You moved lower your knuckles accidentally brushing against her chest as you wrapped the tape

“She is having this extravagant big party at our house…a pain in the ass if you ask me but who am I to get in Coronas way” she said and you nod moving to her hips, and trying to keep up with your horny thoughts of how her skin was soft beneath your fingers and also what she was saying.

“Come on Ianthe. a little fun won't hurt you” you tried assuming she just wanted to whine again but she waited for you to finish with the measurements. you put down your last notes on your ipad and left a quick note of her clothing size

“What I'm saying is, You are invited. Would make that horrible event less painful”

she say on your desk not bothering to out on her blouse and you let the compliment seep into your brain

“Ill see if I can make it” she didn’t seem entirely satisfied with your response but she didn’t push the matter any further. she reached out and her hand was on your face

“Ianthe-“

“an eyelash” she said and with a quick swipe of her fingers she held it between the tips looking at your expression finally happy to see you crumble beneath her touch

“Think on it. See you tomorrow”

she said and threw on her blouse not bothering to button it up, and left the atelier taking the wind in your lungs with her

•••

“what do you gift someone who has everything?”

“a reality check” hissed Camilla also doomed unable to find a gift for Corona

“Cam I need help. I have nothing and half a paycheck”

“I'm not sure a gift would be required. I mean it is mostly a college party so bringing alcohol is good enough”

you scrolled through your phone for options and then you had an idea

“Can you look through other people's library cards? like which books they read?”

“no but usually the front of the books has a list of names of people who borrowed them since its a two way thing”

you nod and got off your desk

“I think I know what to get her”

•••

The party was everything you expected a coming off age netflix movie to look like. Big, spacious halls with led light strips, fog from the smoke and loud music.

two tables. One for pool, one for beer pong and oh, an actual fucking pool outside. You had never been smacked harder in the face about class differences and suddenly you felt weird about your little gift and your clothes. Though you had saved up on those versace shoes and you were proud as hell to finally have an occasion to wear them

You looked around spotting corona first who ran up to you and cam greeting her by enveloping her in a big hug and giving a handshake

“Glad you two made it!” she said and gave you a sly smile “Ianthe will be really happy to know you came after all”

she took your coats and brought you in to the main hall where everyone already was drunk,high or busy playing one of the many games the estate provided

in the distance, behind the blur of people you saw Ianthe with her back turned to you as she leaned against the kitchen isle and looked outside the open balcony windows with a drink in her hand

You smiled and camilla dug her elbow in your sides with a sharp jab “collect yourself. You look like a fool” and you glared at her “I'm excited to see her”

“ok but play hard to get”

camilla cheered in half warning

“Cam. She doesn’t even know I came. I think that was a game enough”

she pulled her hands up in surrender

“Good luck! You can stay at my place if it fails. I have a box full of tissues just for you”

and left you to find Corona

You walked up to Ianthe hugging her from behind

“Happy birthday” you said, your voice loud and close to her ear hoping the music didn’t completely muffe out your words. She turned in your arms and smiled giving you a half hug with one arm, leaning down to rest her chin on your shoulder

“Look who decided to grace me with her presence after all” she said and you caught the excitement in her voice. It was small but it was there and it made you fill with peace

you eventually pulled away and took in the sight of her. A satin dress wrapped around her lean figure that pooled and caved nicely over her chest in a deep V cut accentuating her size in an erotic way

Her hair braided on the side and she of course wore her signature red lipstick with gloss. Oh she was significantly dolled up tonight and you feared everyone else would see how attractive she truly was tonight

“You clean up well” she complimented and straightened the thin straps of your dress, her fingers tracing an invisible line to your shoulder blades down to the hollow of your back stopping right above your ass.

you shivered and her eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips for a moment

“I'm glad you came. Was hoping you would”

“Yeah I couldn’t miss it. You did me a favor with the project after all”

“awh, that's it ? was hoping I meant more” she purred, her thumb stroking up and down your back pulling you in closer to her body where your exposed thigh could feel the satin of her dress caressing it.

“I ugh, I got you a gift” you said and her brows shot up

“You didn’t have to”

“I know but I wanted to” you pressed and looked around not liking how you struggled to speak with all the noise

she looked up ,her hand now flat on your back leading you upstairs

“let's go somewhere quieter”

With each step it dawned on you how rich these twins were. Be it the paintings on the walls, the rococo’s sculpted ceilings or the numerous porcelain vases on stands in the middle of the corridor ,this house looked like it was pulled out of gossip girl.

She pulled you into one of the rooms which was empty save for a piano and a few couches facing it.

“you play the piano?”

“no”

“oh..so Corona then?”

“no”

she disagreed and you pursed your lips

“what a way to say you are rich then”

“yeah” she agreed and led you to sit on one of the sofas. You fidgeted with the lapels of your leather bag until you decided to open it and take out the wrapped gift

“a book”

“could you pretend to guess longer?” you complained and she smirked. A cocky half smile that slowly faded into curiosity and then shock once she unwrapped the papers to reveal the book cover

“How-“

“I checked the cards on the books on the library and this book had your name 4 times so…I assumed you liked it”

she put the book aside and held your face in her hands leaning in for a kiss. her lips pressed against yours and you returned the notion, adding pressure and opening your mouth more to give access to her tongue which didn’t take long to press against yours. She pulled away for a moment to push you down on the plush cushions of the sofa and dove in for another heated kiss. She changed the angles of how her jaw aligned with yours, and devoured every moan and every little whimper that escaped you. You dug your fingers in her hair tugging at it and she let out a soft sigh in return which may have been the most heavenly sound your ears were ever graced with

you both pulled away at the same time panting and she seemed positively undone at the course of actions. She looked at you and realization of what happened dawned on you

“Oh fuck I-well glad you like the book I guess” you attempted to break the heated tension and she frowned as if you made her drink bitter tea

“Yes, the book was nice. the person who gave it is even better though” she said and before she could sway you again you held her shoulders in place remembering the story Gideon and Harrow told you. You didn’t wanna mirror her exs fate

and so you slowly got up

“Sorry I, I'm not into one night hookups”

she crossed her legs and turned to you

“what a virgin little thought. So you are a romantic?” she tried to be playful but it set heavy on you

“I just wanna make sure I don’t get dragged to filth by leaving you unsatisfied”

and you regretted saying every bit of that sentence. her lips thinned, and her eyes frosted in seconds. she got up

“Who told you about Naberius?” she asked and took a step away from you

“It’s- It’s fine listen I was just joking”

she seemed to be having an internal battle with herself and you were unsure on how to act seeing her so vulnerable so strangely…small

you took the initiative to walk up to her and held her hand pressing your thumb in her palm trying to ground her and her eyes met yours

“I like you, Ianthe. I want to understand you though before anything moves forward”

she gave a short curt nod and responded to you by momentarily tightening her grip on your hand before letting go

“This is a bad moment to speak about it. I promise though it’s not what I let the rumors say it is”

“alright.I'll wait for you to tell me when you are ready then” you tried to calm her and she let out a deep long breath closing her eyes and then looking at you again

“who said it”

you shook your head no, not willing to betray your friends trust and she smiled

“at least I know that I can trust you with the truth”

she leaned in to kiss you again and stopped a few inches away as if seeking approval which you gave by connecting your lips first. Ianthe was a lion. Prowling and cunning.

yet now she was nothing more than a small wet cat. You straightened her hair and tried to fix her lipstick which she stopped you from doing

“I want them to know who left these stains on you” she said, finding back her spark and tapped your bottom lip with her finger before walking out with a smile on her lips again establishing where you stood in her heart.

“let's get back to the party”

•••

she did eventually tell you. It was in fact not what it seemed like

Naberius had the hots for coronabeth for a while and settled for the less popular sister, Ianthe. And it wasn’t that Ianthe was crazy for him. She was a bit above being bored and growing comfortable with the first willing victim. However after their first hook up he slipped up and called out her sister's name and that's when it dawned on her what he was doing.

she couldn’t blame him for crushing on her sister but she was about to make his life a living hell for humiliating her during such an intimate act.

well. Barely intimate and more carnal but Ianthe was revengeful and spiteful

She never told anyone what happened. She didn’t mind being known as a cunt. It somehow seemed a less damaging reputation than what the truth was

•••

you all sat on your usual corner at the library, harrows face buried in her hands once more looking at Gideons report of the semester in disappointment and horror

“lost cause. You are a lost cause”

while Gideon tried to excuse her poor performance yet again

You sat with your finished sketchbook and were gluing the photos of Ianthe in the clothes you sewed for your collection with pure admiration in your face on how stunning your girlfriend looked

“Can't believe she was the model for you fashion show”

“I think she was a perfect match”

you defended and left notes of the essay you wrote out for your collection next to each photo. Some lines were written by Ianthe, seeing as she was a philosophy major and avid book enjoyer she had a way with words you didn't quite possess

“How could you fall in love with that demon” Gifeon complained and harrow grabbed her face and yanked it to her computers screen

“Gideon focus !These are pressing matters. You are about to retake the same exam for the third time” she yelled

“I think you should give Ianthe a chance”

“What are you all saying about me again?” Ianthe unceremoniously approached the three of you and sat on the arm rest giving you a weird sense of deja vu

Gideon almost started growling like a dog at the sight of her and she seemed to offer a fanged taunting smile enjoying the buff womans suffering.

[scotianostra]

May 7th 1876 saw the death of the leading Scottish architect David Bryce.

David Bryce was born on South College Street in Edinburgh's Old Town in 1803, and would go on to leave his mark on the city in a variety of structures that combine iconic 19th century style with practicality and function - so much so that many of his developments remain in use.

You're likely to have been inside a David Bryce building at some point in Edinburgh and not even have known it!

Bryce studied under the architect William Burn, and later became his business partner (and co-holder with him of the Grand Architect post at the top of Scottish freemasonry). Their working relationship dissolved following a design dispute in 1845, after which Burn moved to London, leaving Bryce to contribute to Edinburgh's Old and New Towns alone.

One of his earliest surviving projects in Edinburgh can be found on George Street in the New Town, where he designed the Caledonian Insurance Company offices .

​Although the building looks outwardly unremarkable, it was typical of the 1840s style that combined elegance and simplicity, reflecting a little of the Georgian-era elements that the original buildings of George Street would have exuded., the building now houses the Intercontinental Hotel as seen in the pics.

More typical of the later Scots Baronial style, when Victorian decorative detail began to take prominence in buildings across Edinburgh, is his design for the British Linen Bank, which today is another hotel on nearby St Andrew Square.

​These grand temples of finance were intended to create an impressive visual effect, and even today this former bank building has a style and a level of detail that intrigues passers-by - as with most buildings in Edinburgh you need to look up from street level to fully appreciate its impact!

In 1848 Bryce supervised the demolition and removal of Trinity College Church, a 15th century church building which had stood in the village of Calton, and which was being removed in order to accommodate the development of Waverley railway station.

Memorably the church was never rebuilt quite as had been promised to the people of Calton - what remains of it can still be found nearby...

​In 1853 Bryce built the Surgical Hospital at the site of what had been Edinburgh's first hospital, on Infirmary Street in the Old Town. Today this site is owned and occupied by the University of Edinburgh, and Bryce's building remains as a campus structure.

Not all of Bryce's buildings have survived - having built the Freemasons' Hall on George Street, the building would later be replaced with a more modern structure, for example, and several other Bryce developments in the city would fall to either the Victorian improvements or the 20th century wrecking ball.

One significant structure which has survived is Bryce's redevelopment of the Bank of Scotland headquarters at the top of the Mound. Visitors can still explore Bryce's bank building today, as the basement has been turned into the Museum on the Mound, telling the history of banking and finance in Scotland.

Another of his bank designs, again on George Street in the New Town, is today the Standing Order pub, as I said at the begining of the post many of you will hav been in ne of his buildings!

Two of Bryce's later designs remain iconic and highly visible in the city today, Fettes College and much of the Royal Infirmary Buildings,especially the ones now facing the Meadows, how I ould love to live in one of the apartments with the balconies overlooking the lands over to Marchmont.

Bryce died in Edinburgh on this day in 1876, never living to see his Royal Infirmary project completed. He was buried in the New Calton burial ground, where his grave faces Arthur's Seat.

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Renowned architects explore new BRAC University campus

A group of distinguished architects came on a visit to BRAC University’s new campus in Dhaka’s Merul Badda on 19 March 2024 on invitation from the School of Architecture and Design to gain insights into its environmental and sustainability features, diverse spaces, aesthetic components and contemporary techniques and elements used in its construction. Read more >

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Jeankasa 6 or 7

Physical One-Liners Part III

7. "You're being very needy today with your touches." 'k this got very long and also I'm growing fond of using my grad school AU as a default for modern AUs (ao3.)

It's that time of year where she's constantly exhausted. When she's not doing her usual TA duties, she's answering the excess of emails piling up in her inbox. When she's not doing any of that she's working at the university campus, the one that happens to be all the way across the city. The commute becomes frustrating and makes up more of her time than she expected.

Technically, it's what she signed up for. Who else applies to grad school without expecting never-ending pain?

At least her advisor is supportive, both keenly supervising her research and commending her work ethic.

But the ordeal leaves Mikasa more exhausted than usual. Outside of the walls of their Verdun apartment, Jean barely sees her. The only time he does is in the morning, where they eat breakfast or share a pot of coffee. If Jean's really lucky then it's at night, in the few minutes between her coming home late and climbing into bed.

She's certainly not defying the stereotype that McGill students never sleep.

Jean is understanding of the situation. His own studies certainly take up a lot of his time, though he's fortunate enough to either work from home or not commute all the way across the city.

Jean can't help but miss her. Things feel reminiscent of their infamous drive-by dates — a repeated occurrence when they first got together, yet lacked a certain amount of spare time. Though this time instead of briefly chatting at a cafe or the university's library, they're doing so in their own home.

Perhaps the feelings are amplified by them living together now, by the fact that he sees her stepping out the door every morning only return at 11PM.

But he finds his own ways to cope. He slaves over his drafting table more often, creating sketches and schematics like the good aspiring architect he is. He busies his thoughts with drawings of buildings he could design one day, or whatever weird reality show Connie is convincing him to binge.

Being busy keeps him at ease, even when his time with Mikasa feels scant. He has to remind himself that this too will pass, even when it feels difficult, even when the bed he shares with her feels colder than usual.

One day goes on without a hitch. He and Mikasa sit next to each other at the kitchen counter, both chatting about things that matter and things that don't. The time Connie found a raccoon in an alleyway is spoken with just as much importance as Mikasa's thesis, the one she's been working on for months. Parasitology is brought up in the same conversation as the one time Mikasa decked a drunk guy harassing her and Sasha on the metro.

Going their separate ways for the day feels like second nature to Jean. Mikasa presses a loving kiss to his forehead just before she grabs her keys and heads out the door.

His day goes on as usual, more drawing at his drafting table and attending online meetings. He fidgets with his kneaded eraser as his professors discuss an upcoming project — apparently, whether or not sleepless McGill undergrads would enjoy windows in their dorms is up for debate.

Later on Jean discovers that his favourite drafting pencil has run out of his preferred lead, so he uses it as an excuse to leave his apartment. The trip down the street becomes a reason to get some air, taking in the energy of his neighbourhood with every step. The visit to his usual art supply store is also an excuse to pick up a few extra sketchbooks, provisions that he will definitely use some time in the future. Maybe.

Around this time of year the days are shorter, so before Jean knows it the world outside is dark. Dinner is a simple occasion, as he's quite good at scrounging around his apartment in search of ingredients like a starving Victorian child. The meal he makes out of leftover frozen shrimp and pasta surprises even him, and as per usual he portions out some for Mikasa.

The rest of the evening is quiet and he doesn't mind. He goes back and forth between washing dishes and answering his chronically vibrating phone. Apparently, Connie found another woodland creature in a place where a woodland creature shouldn't be and was compelled to keep Jean updated. Most of Jean's replies are variations of "Be careful," or "No, don't," or "Fine, but I'm not taking you to the ER this time."

Sometimes Jean wonders how on earth he and Connie became friends.

He decides to retire early for the night, knowing that tomorrow will be a similar, yet even more taxing day. At least his advisor needing to meet in person is another excuse to leave the apartment.

Jean doesn't think too much about Mikasa's absence as he showers off and changes into his sleepwear.

In the bedroom he slips under the sheets, revelling in the soft sensation rubbing against his skin. He checks his phone one last time to see a handful of texts from his significant other. A photo of an bus stuck in traffic is accompanied by a handful of emojis, symbols that are best used to express frustration and anger.

Jean can't help but smirk. Mikasa's never gotten the hang of the colourful way the Quebecois love to swear, and thus utilizes the universal language of excessive knife emojis.

He puts his phone down before turning his bedside lamp off, finally succumbing to the slumber that had been tempting him all day.

But not a moment too soon he hears the door open.

By now he's already familiar with the way she moves around the apartment, having committed the sound to memory. His eyes are closed but he can see it all in his head — from the way she shuts the front door, drops her keys into the bowl, and removes her boots before tucking them away in a closet. He can even envision the way he makes sure all of her footwear is perfectly aligned.

Jean soon hears the bedroom door open. He pulls his head off of his pillow, propping himself up with his elbows to see his girlfriend shrouded in darkness.

He expects Mikasa to say something — a greeting, an acknowledgement, anything — yet she remains silent. She takes off her sweater as Jean tries to register what's going on. There's something peculiar about tonight and he's not sure why.

Before Jean knows it Mikasa is in her underclothes and already climbing onto the bed. She slips beneath the sheets to where he is, basking in his warmth and placing her head on his chest, right where his heart is.

A smirk tugs onto Jean's face as she nuzzles him, something she often does when she's excessively tired, frustrated, or a mix of both.

And he lets her nuzzle him, his hand gently caressing the back of her head as she settles into him.

"You're being very needy today with your touches," he says, holding her close.

All she lets out is a hum and on a day like this it's all that Jean needs to hear.

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The New Formalist: Edward Durell Stone

This is the second part of a two-part post. Read part one.

Stone’s Academic Career

During the late 1940s into the early 1950s Stone was an “associate professor of architecture at the Yale University School of Architecture” (2). His reputation allowed him to connect with other prominent architects in academia such as Walter Gropius at Harvard University’s Graduate School of Design, and Pietro Belluschi, dean of MIT’s School of Architecture and Planning. He also guest lectured on architecture at Cornell, Princeton, and Stanford. (2)

A New Woman Brings a New Influence to Edward Durell Stone’s Life

Edward Durell Stone and his first wife, Sarah, divorced in 1952. After his divorce, while on a transatlantic flight, Stone found himself seated next to “Maria Elena Torchio, a fashion writer… and proposed to her before the plane landed” (1). The couple were married in 1954 and “would have two children, Benjamin Hicks Stone III and Maria Francesca Stone” (2).

Stone’s Pivotal Commission in India

In 1954 Stone’s firm was commissioned by the United States government to design a new embassy in New Delhi, India.  Stone strived to create a “modern structure that would respect the architectural traditions of its host country” (2). The embassy would define a major shift in Stone’s style which would become known as “New Formalism.” The most prominent feature of the clean, elegant building is its decorative concrete grille. Stone’s hero Frank Lloyd Wright who rarely praised the work of other architects, publicly lauded it (2,4).

Edward Durell Stone, United States Embassy (1954), New Delhi, India. Image source.

Architecture critic Paul Goldberger called it “one of the best‐known pieces of American architecture of the decade” (1). The success of the United States Embassy in New Dehli established Stone’s place as a major American Twentieth Century architect. It also led to important commissions such as the “John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in Washington, … the General Motors Building in New York, and the State University of New York campus at Albany” (1). “Business Week called him ‘the man with a billion on the drawing board’ ”(3).

“These designs fused the formalism of Stone's early Beaux-Arts training with a romantic historicism, … influenced, in part, by Maria Stone's Italian origins” (2). The couple took several trips to Italy during this time which “reawakened his interest in the classical and Italianate” (2) architecture. While Stone did not intend that his work copy classical architecture he hoped that his work would embody its timelessness. (2)

Edward Durell Stone, Koff Apartments (1965), Deerfield Beach, FL. Image source.

Stone becomes a Celebrity Architect

Edward Durell Stone’s work garnered him publicity both at home and internationally. In 1958 Time did a cover story on the architect. He appeared on many television programs, including Edward R. Murrow’s “See It Now.” Stone published his autobiography, The Evolution of an Architect in 1962. (5)

Edward Durell Stone,  Carlo M. Paterno House, aka The Atrium House (1962), demolished around 2010. Image source.

Huntington Hartford Gallery of Modern Art

Stone’s later work “became more romantic and more highly embellished” (1), such as the Huntington Hartford Gallery of Modern Art built on Columbus Circle in New York City in 1964.

Paul Goldberger described the building as “an eccentric marble box on delicate legs with arches at top and bottom and characteristic Stone grill work tracery up and down the sides.” The structure's delicate legs caused many New Yorkers to refer to it as “The Lollipop Building.” In the mid-2000s the structure would become embroiled in a controversy over preservation.

“New York City's Landmarks Preservation Commission refused to consider its eligibility for landmark status” (2). Little of Stone’s original design remains after its renovation designed by architect Brad Cloepfil. (7)

Edward Durell Stone, Huntington Hartford Gallery of Modern Art - Two Columbus Circle (1964). Image source.

Edward Durell Stone’s Later Work

Stone’s firm continued to “garner major architectural commissions”, and his later work includes, “the Standard Oil building in Chicago, Illinois (completed 1973); the First Bank Tower in Toronto, Ontario (completed 1975); and the Florida State Capitol in Tallahassee (completed 1978)” (2). His last residential work was the Sheldon Cohen House (1976) in Greenwich, CT. (3) Although successful, these later works earned more scorn than praise from the critics.

Edward Durell Stone, First Bank Tower (1975), Toronto, Canada. Photo credit: Arild Vagen. Image source.

In 1966 Stone and his muse, Maria Elena Torch, divorced. He remarried in 1972, this time to his executive assistant, Violet Campbell La Stella. The couple had a daughter, Fiona Campbell Stone…. Declining health forced Stone to retire from active practice in 1974.” (2) His firm Edward Durell Stone & Associates, however, remained in business until 1993.

Stone’s Tributes and Legacy

During his career Stone had several honorary degrees bestowed on him including one from the University of Arkansas in 1951. (4). Stone received numerous awards for his work including the Medal of Honor from the New York Chapter of the American Institute of Architects in 1955. He became a Fellow of the American Institute of Architects in 1958 (2). He won the Horatio Alger Award in 1971. (4) The Mullins Library at the University of Arkansas holds “an extensive collection of project and personal photographs in addition to a collection of architectural drawings and papers” (2).

Edward Durrell Stone died after a brief illness in New York City on August 6, 1978. (1) His career spanned five decades and encompassed Art Deco, the influence of Frank Lloyd Wright, Modernism, and his own unique decorative style of architecture, reacting against the cold International Style. As Paul Goldberger wrote, “Mr. Stone sought not to go beyond the International Style but to turn the clock back to a personal kind of modern architecture.”

References

Goldberger, P., (7 August, 1978). Edward Durell Stone Dead at 76; Designed Major Works Worldwide. https://www.nytimes.com/1978/08/07/archives/edward-durell-stone-dead-at-76-designed-major-works-worldwide-a.html

R. L. Skolmen and H. Stone, (n.d.). Edward Durell Stone: Life. https://www.edwarddurellstone.org/

Smart, G., (2024). Edward Durell Stone, FAIA (1902-1978). https://usmodernist.org/stone.htm

Wikipedia.com, (7 February, 2014). Edward Durell Stone. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Durell_Stone

Edward Durell Stone, The Evolution of an Architect, (New York: Horizon Press, 1962), 92.

Britannica.com, (n.d). Edward Durell Stone, American architect. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Edward-Durell-Stone#ref81069

Goldberger, P. (18 August, 2008). Hello, Columbus. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/08/25/hello-columbus