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Wyrimen...


JM: Yoongi-hyung and I are here today to tell you more about wyrimen.
YG: Yep. The reason for it being the two of us is because we are the two who know about it the best.
JM: *nods head* Out of the seven of us we both stem from the royal family.
YG: I am from the main branch that came to Earth millennias ago. My ancestors were the first to awaken from their slumber on Earth and first to face the cruelty of humanity.
JM: I come from one of three side branches of the royalty. There are four families in total. Yoongi-hyung being from the main family and I am from the family that is ignored by the others but still apart of the royal family.



YG: Jimin-ah’s family tended to experiment with their genes as a way to evolve. They have the tendency to mate with other species and birth unique offspring that the other families disapproved of, but the main family saw that as something beneficial to the species. So they became a distant family that would explore other worlds alongside the designated explorers to expand our kinds knowledge.
JM: I am a result of such and a few humans thirty years ago.
YG: My ancestors had awoken due to our kind migrating to Earth and releasing a pheromone that switched the sleeping genes on. This slowly turned those with high concentration of wyrimen genes into pure blood wyrimen.
JM: Out of the two hundred awoken wyrimen only six of them were from the royal families. They gradually grew in number alongside the few pure blood wyrimen that came to Earth.
YG: And that is how we came to be on Earth.
JM: … Of the six royal wyrimen one received the worse treatment by humans and that was Yoongi-hyungs ancestor. They had went through a lot of hardship, but they were able to flee and live a more peaceful life.
YG: No one knows where they live to this date, but we do know their names. Zaerin is my ancestor and his ‘family’ consisted of others by the names Janus, Illian, Lawrence, and Zeraphine.
JM: We are the only two that know the real history behind wyrimen and how they came to be on Earth because their is a messenger in each royal generation that finds every royal family member and reiterated our history.
YG: Their name is Zeraphine or Zera for short. Some have said it is in memory of the human child that Zaerin favored. Others have said it is because she was the first human to accept wyrimen and our differences, but no one can say for certain why they are named that.
JM: That concludes our history.
YG: If you have any other questions feel free to ask. We only gave a summary of it since it is quite complex.

Victuuri Week Day 2: Historical Drama AU (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

in which Viktor is a yangban who falls in love with this extremely cute and intelligent scholar ~

On History and Pie

Summary:  A nonathletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery.  Will the two make a love connection?  For @devereauxsdisease and @victorineb who love this incarnation of Jack as much as I do.

Originally posted by butteryplanet


They’d chatted at the bakery enough times that Bitty was able to pull the information from Jack. He’d started coming to the bakery about four weeks ago, and during that time Bitty became more and more charmed with the second year grad student.

He always sat in the corner armchair, ordered a black coffee, two macarons and a slice of whatever the pie of the day was. Bitty first noticed him when he came in to order a slice of Weary Willie cake.

Bitty loved his job at the bakery, it gave him some extra cash while he attended Samwell. Whenever Bitty was there, he was the de facto person in charge. Shirley and Spencer, the owners of Bread and Butter adored Bitty.

“We never had any kids of our own, so you’re the closest thing to it, Bitty,” Shirley said to him one evening over a cup of earl grey tea.

So Bitty stood there, face to face with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen the first time Jack walked in. The Clark Kent glasses in front of them did nothing to hide the fact that they were beautiful. It was a good face, a handsome face. He was burly and tall, and Bitty loved that. He smiled, and Bitty’s body language invited Blue Eyes to speak.

“Can I get a slice of the Weary Willie cake?”

“Sure can, handsome,” Bitty said as he began to ring up Blue Eyes’ order, who blushed furiously. “What else can I do you for?”

“Coffee. Black. Medium, please,” he replied looking down at the counter.

“Why don’t you go find yourself a seat and I’ll bring it out to you,” Bitty said with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” Blue Eyes said softly and then turned to walk toward the corner armchair.

When Bitty approached, Blue Eyes had pulled out a laptop and several textbooks, the one on top of the pile was called Foundations of Modern European Intellectual History.

“Doing a little light reading, huh?” Bitty said as he put the cake and coffee on the side table.

“Oh, haha. Yes.”

“Do you go to Samwell?”

“I’m finishing up my masters in history there,” he said as he held up his book.

“That’s great. I haven’t seen you here before,” Bitty said wanting to know more about History Blue Eyes.

“I saw the chalkboard outside listing the Weary Willie cake and the history nerd in me became curious.”

“Look at you! You certainly are a history major.”

“Did you make the cake?” Jack asked raising his eyebrows.

“Sure did. My moomaw had the recipe from her mama.”

“Well, it’s not often I find a somewhat obscure historical reference on my way back to the history building.” 

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Between Two Lungs by caramelle/caramelkru

Cassian doesn’t exactly mean to, but as he’s coming up from his bow, he sort of accidentally on purpose makes eye contact with the young Erso heiress.

Her glance merely passes over him, and her face remains perfectly and diplomatically blank.

And yet, somehow, he instantly feels like he’s already managed to offend her.

Amazing Regency/Pride & Prejudice AU one-shot! Read it on AO3.

The error
  • *History maker starts playing in the distance*
  • Yuuri: Can you hear-
  • *Welcome to Madness starts playing on full volume*
  • Yurio: THEY SCREEAAAAM ! THIS WORLD IS COLD AND CRUEL! FROM THE HELL WITH ENDLESS DREAM!
  • Yuuri:
  • Yurio:
  • Yuuri: *gasp*
  • Yurio: *smirks* what do you think pi-
  • Yuuri: AAAAAAAA
  • Yuuri: OH MY GAWD, VIKTOOOOOR!
  • Yurio: What?!
  • Viktor: Oh my GOD, he's in THAT age?! Already?!? I'LL BRING CAMERA.
  • Yurio: ...Haaa?
  • Yuuri: HURRY UP
  • Yurio: What the-
  • Yuuri : *sob* They grow up so fast...
  • Yurio:
  • Yuuri:
  • Yurio: DA FUCK?
  • Yuuri : VIKTOR, HURRY TF UP, I THINK IT'S GETTING BETTER
  • Yurio: I hate both of you so much, that I can't even describe it.
  • Viktor: Oh my God, it's his first "hate" !
  • Yuuri: GO, SON, SHOW US THAT LOATHING HATRED INSIDE YOU
  • Yurio:
  • Viktor:
  • Yuuri:
  • Yurio: YOU KNOW WHAT. fuck you. *angrily walks away*
  • Yuuri & Viktor : *GASP* He DID IT
Humans Are Weird

I’m jumping on the Humans-Interact-With-Aliens bandwagon!
Okay, so, general behaviors varying wildly between humans and aliens??. And humans are just really perceptive at recognizing emotions (it comes with being social by nature) and good at consoling their crew-mates. 
(This totally sucks. This is me doing a draft. I’m going to have an actual short story that uses some of this up in a bit. Sorry for the odd/cruddy names, I have never written or really read sci-fy XD )

“Is everything alright, Wixi’nan?” a Human approaches Wixi’nan, arms splayed out wide and movements slow. Their voice is lower and softer than usual, which causes the thick brow on Wixi’nan’s gray skin to furrow and xir’s appendages to crack and elongate in frustration.
“I am fine.” xir’s tone is clipped, xe regards the dark eyes of the Human designated “Asper” with caution. “Why ix-ith- you’re language ix quite complicated-  it that you ask? I am performing my dutieth in a perfunctory and timely manner; if what you fear that my efficienxy has declined thince laxt we were met, then conthern yourself no longer.” Most Xota’ilianths would end the conversation there, as that would be their only concern until work was over. However, the Humans operated differently.
The Human nodded their head decisively, short hair bobbing with their movements. “Right, you’re sad. Follow me.”

Wixi’nan was loathe to admit, but Asper was right. It was just that Xe was supposed to be working, and complaints were rude and seen as a negative reflection on xir’s leader, so xi has stayed silent. Xe shadowed the Human’s soft steps with snaps and hisses that came from xe’s movements.
A door slid open with a chirping whir, and the Human pointed at a lump of stuffed cotton, “Sit.” Gentle sounds started emitting from the ship’s speakers, and xir’s antennae shot up and twitched wildly, face flushing to a dark color in preparation for fight. The sounds of waterfalls and what Humans called “piano” and “bass” soon soothed xir’s frayed nerves, however. It might be the “music” that the Humans talked of, but it sounded different. Xota’ilianths much preferred chanting and more structured sounds- patterns relaxed them. Xe sat, noting that the pile of stuffed cotton- called “pillows” by the Humans- was surprisingly comfortable. A mug of- *something*- was shoved into xir’s hands; xe briefly noted that the Human was so SMALL in comparison to xem.
“Do you want to talk about it?” the Human sipped at her own- *something*- as they inquired as to xir’s problems.

“No. Now, what ix thix odd drink?” It was good, xe admitted. As a semi-cold-blooded specie, warmth was to be appreciated.

Xe would not have been surprised if xir’s abrupt topic change offended Asper. It would, certainly, offend many of xir’s own kind.
Xe was startled when Asper simply went, “Okay. And hot-chocolate.” Before delving into stories: history and historical differences between their cultures (”Humanth have more than one culture?!”  “Oh, yes. We’re all quite spread out, you see, and so we developed according to different conditions and out cultures grew around our environments!”  “Fascinating.”), interesting things that had happened to them (What is a Gern?” “Believe be, A’pen, you do not wish to know.”). After conversation tired, Aspen offered Wixi’nan a book, and in silence they enjoyed the comfort of being close to another.

It was at the beginning of the next half-rotation of the nearest planet that the duo would awaken, in what Aspen referred to as a “pillow-fort”.

“Thank you, A’pen.” Xir’s large hand engulfed xir’s new “friend” ‘s. “Your name might mean ‘rough’ and ‘harsh’, but it clearly is no reflection of you

“Any time, Wixi’nan.” Aspen flashed a grin, before her facial emotions completed disappeared, startling Wixi’nan, “But you doubt the Human race and their ability to destroy and surprise; specifically. *my* ability to be totally wicked!” Another grin, and Aspen was off. The Human was off to investigate the “dangerous” beast, she scoffed. She had seen videos of it, it was TOTALLY an oversized puppy with a forked tongue, wings, claws, and what looked like armored fish-scales. Why did aliens not realize that a friend comes in many shapes?

Me @ Historians

People I’ve never met- Why do you think John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton were in a relationship? It’s not in any history books.

Me- *has an entire novel dedicated to this one question* Let’s review–

history-rover  asked:

You asked for it. When the Scot Ties The Knot AU. 😜

okay, bit of background. we were talkin in discord about scottish twitter, which then transmuted into a talk about scottish romance novels, and then i brought up the greatest romance novel premise i’ve ever heard of: when a scot ties the knot by tessa dare. i’ve never actually read this book besides the back cover and some choice passages from my friend @galpaladvns who got it for her birthday or smth (all i really remember from that night was @funnythingsandphysics hunting through the pages for the smut which apparently took ¾ths of the book to get to?) but basically….. what happens next is the rough premise of the book, but viktuuri. and (very heavily winged) historical, because @kazliin and i are in agreement that there should be more period drama viktuuri anyway 


When a Russian is Rushin’ to Marry: Or, the Unexpected Consequences of Inventing a Boyfriend

“I’m so jealous of you,” Phichit laments as he helps Yuuri get ready for the evening’s events. “I remember my first season like it was yesterday. Everything’s so exciting and bright your first time around; I wish I could experience it again!”

Yuuri says nothing, only turns slightly to watch the way the light catches on his blue brocade waistcoat in the mirror. “I don’t know,” he admits after a moment. “I’m probably going to be dreadfully old, especially in comparison to young Mr Plisetsky who’s also debuting this season.”

“Well, sometimes people like a late bloomer,” Phichit chides, patting his forearm. “Now turn, so I can help with your ascot.”

Yuuri lets him adjust the silken material with a weary sigh. He’d been putting off his entrance into society for as long as could be deemed socially acceptable, mostly for his nerves. But with each passing season, his parents would get more and more concerned that he wouldn’t marry and settle down, and eventually he’d caved. Tonight’s soiree would mark his debut, and it was about as quiet an affair as he could manage. Still, the thought of being approached tonight with potential suitors continues to threaten to overwhelm him at any given moment. 

“Deep breaths, Yuuri,” Phichit offers kindly as he pats at his now properly-tied ascot. “You’re going to be just fine.”

“You sound more confident about this than I feel,” Yuuri retorts. Phichit helps him into his tailcoat with a grin.

“You’re a divine dancer, Yuuri,” he points out. “Who could say no to you?”

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@theskittypink @temsik

ah yes, the feys. these are both amazing ideas!! i was thinking maya would make a pretty good necromancer, but uh… now i’m pretty indecisive. just go with whichever one you like better, i guess!

You can’t hide when Lust knows your name.