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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie encourages you finish your English paper…

Warnings: porn with minimal plot tbh, smut, cockwarming, praise kink, minors DNI

A/N: um so I’ve used my personal dissertation topic in this bc I didn’t know what else to use so I hope you guys find it interesting amongst the pure porn that is below lmao!! <3

p.s. here’s a part two <3

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“Come on sweetheart, you’ve still got a whole summary to write...” you can feel the smirk on Eddie's lips as they kiss across the top of your shoulder.

You sigh, lulling your head back onto his shoulder, letting him have better access to your neck. You arch your back, pushing your hips back, taking his cock even deeper inside you where you were currently sat on his lap. His jeans are rough on the back of your bare thighs. A soft gasp escapes you at the feeling.

“Uh-uh-uh” Eddie tuts, reaching around to grab your face in his hand.

He twists your head awkwardly to look at him, digging his fingers into your cheeks and forcing your lips to purse.

“I told you” he looks at you darkly, the smirk spreading across his face, “no moving until you get your work done.”

He releases your face harshly, letting your head fall forwards in the direction of your work. You whine and Eddie just slaps your hips in response, reaching up to touch your skin underneath your skirt.

“Concentrate, kitten. Keep writing” he whispers huskily against your ear, his warm breath on your skin sending shivers through your body.

You mewl pathetically, your lips pouting, as you pick your pen back up and try your best to finish the paper.

“There’s a good girl” Eddie hums quietly as your pen starts to move across the paper hurriedly.

You try to pull all your focus into your work, to plan out in your head what you were writing, to think only about the theory you were trying to summarise; basically anything other than the fact that Eddie was seated to the hilt inside your throbbing pussy but there was nothing you could do about it yet.

You can visibly see your handwriting getting sloppier as you scramble towards your last sentence, your brain moving faster than your hand could. You could feel your breathing quicken as you desperately tried to reach the end of your point, your pussy pathetically clenching around Eddie’s cock, causing him to groan from behind you, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he held you in place.

“Come on sweetheart, you’re almost there” he kisses the side of your neck again.

You whine, your hand beginning to shake as you raced towards that final line, wrapping up your point once and for all.

You practically throw the pen down on the table, twisting your torso so you could look back at Eddie.

“I’m finished” you practically cry as you lean forward to catch his lips with your own.

“Mmmm” he hums against your mouth as he allows you to kiss him, practically devouring him as you were so needy by this point.

Eddie’s hands help lift your hips off him for a moment as you twist in his lap, moving to straddle his hips so you could face him now. You whine at the loss of contact, at the sudden emptiness inside you.

“Shhh sweetheart, you’ve done well” he hums lazily against your mouth as he helps guide you back down onto his cock.

You gasp into his mouth as he fills you up again. By now you’re so wet he’s able to slide so easily inside you, right back to the hilt as he was before. Eddie's teeth sink into your bottom lip just to tease you some more.

But little did you know that the teasing was still far from over.

You try to move your hips, to begin riding him, but he holds you still with a bruising grip, keeping you firmly sat in place.

“Eddie...” you whine, trailing kisses down his throat in a pathetic attempt to convince him to let you move.

You’d already been sat still on his cock for 20 minutes, you just couldn’t take any more. Your pussy was practically dripping from how wet you were, your clit throbbing from the lack of attention, the ache spreading through your body, the overwhelming want, need, to just be fucked into oblivion.

But Eddie wasn’t about to let that happen.

Not yet at least.

“You’ve done so well baby, but we’re not done just yet” he looks at you darkly. “I’ve gotta make sure you’re taking your education seriously, need to know you properly understand the topic. Isn’t that what you always say to me?” He raises an eyebrow at you cockily.

If you weren't so damn desperate for him you’d roll your eyes and tell him to cut the shit. This is clearly some kind of revenge for all the times you’d made him finish his studies before you’d let him touch you, or let you touch him. You were always emphasising the importance of him finishing his work. You weren’t about to let this boy fail another year. And not it was coming back to haunt you.

You groan against his skin, nuzzling into his neck as you sigh defeatedly.

He taps your hip a few times until you sit up again to look him in the eye. A gasp escapes you at the new upright position, his dick pushing even deeper inside you.

“So, come on princess. Explain the theory to me. Give me the summary you just outlined in your paper” he smirks, cocking his head to the side.

You take a shuddering breath as you try to compose yourself. You knew there was no point arguing or trying to persuade him otherwise, you were completely under his control. You squeeze your eyes shut, Eddie’s eyes boring into yours just making it all the more difficult to gather your thoughts into some kind of sensible pattern.

Your voice wavers as you attempt to begin your explanation, your fingers digging into Eddie’s shoulders as you try to keep your composure.

“Steven King’s theory on... horror writing states that...” your shaky breathing makes it hard for you to form a complete and coherent sentence.

“Uh-uh” Eddie tuts cruelly. “Steven King’s theory as outlined where? Can’t be forgetting our references now can we sweetheart” he taunts.

You moan and throw your head back in frustration, biting your lip to stop from whining anymore. You take another deep breath to steady yourself before trying again.

“Steven King’s theory on horror writing, as outlined in his book Danse Macabre...”

“Good girl” Eddie whispers quietly.

“His theory states that there are three different levels to writing horror” you manage to get out, taking another deep breath.

Eddie nods once. His thumb starts to draw small circles on your hips as he signals for you to keep going.

“The first level, the easiest to achieve, is the ‘gross-out’” you continue. “It’s where the author tries to evoke feelings of horror in their reader by grossing them out with things such as body horror. It’s anything to make the reader feel physically uncomfortable and disgusted” you ramble quickly.

“Good” you hear Eddie murmur under his breath.

“The next level- oh” you gasp loudly when you suddenly feel two of Eddie’s fingers brush over your clit.

You eyes fling open and you lurch forwards, keening into the touch.

“Keep going” he nods his head at you, his eyes alive with a wicked darkness.

Your voice is even more shaky as you attempt to carry on.

“The next level... the second level, is ‘horror'” you mewl as Eddie’s finger starts to circle your clit with an agonisingly slow pace.

“Keep going” Eddie repeats. “You keep going, I keep going” he emphasises his last point by pushing slightly harder against your clit, eliciting another moan from you.

“Horror involves a palpable danger, like when the object of fear is right in front of us, like if we were directly faced with a killer or something. The danger is right in front of you and can be dealt with, or at least tried to be dealt with” you pant hurriedly, hoping that if you got through your explanations quicker Eddie might speed up his torturously slow assault on your clit.

But he doesn’t, not yet. He just hums his approval and nods at you again, signalling for you to continue, to get to that final level.

“The final level...” you begin, pausing for a moment to take breath as your mind becomes fuzzy with the pleasure that slowly but surely building up inside you,“...the final level is ‘terror'.”

Eddie bites his lip in satisfaction as he grips your hips again with his free hand, coaxing them to start moving. You could almost cry, even just the tiniest of movements was sending you almost into a complete tizzy. He keeps his circles on your clit and your rocking movement slow. Enough to give you something but not enough to work you all the way towards a climax. Not yet, at least.

“Terror… terror is the hardest level to achieve. The hardest emotion to evoke...”

Eddie hums his approval again and starts to move his fingers a lil quicker, let’s you ride him a lil faster. You get spurred on his movements and are suddenly rushing to finish your explanation.

“Terror is the hardest to achieve because it’s not palpable like horror. It’s ambiguous. It’s shadows in the corner and whispers in the dark. It’s the question of ‘what if’, where you don’t know what the danger is, what the threat is, that’s the terror. It’s the unknown” you breathe out quickly.

You open your eyes again to look at Eddie and see him smiling up at you, those dark eyes alight with mischief.

“That’s a good girl, you did so well” he whispers as he finally starts to move his fingers against your clit with even more enthusiasm, his pace quickening.

You whine and immediately starting to move your hips as much you could, grinding against his cock, pushing yourself against his fingers. You’re beyond thrilled when he doesn’t try to stop or even slow you, he finally just lets you ride him like you’d been wanting to for so long now.

You were so worked up at this point that you didn’t think you were gonna last long, especially with the way he was expertly playing with your clit.

You dig your fingers into his shoulders again and use the grip to help build your momentum, rocking your hips back and forth. You were panting with the effort, with the desperation of having to wait this long. Eddie just keeps his eyes steady on yours as he watches you get yourself off in his lap. He loved to watch you and tonight was no exception.

“Fuck, even after all this you’re still so tight” Eddie groans, his hips pushing up to meet yours. “You always feel so fucking good” he praises you, causing you to moan at his words. “So fucking good for me.”

“Eddie” you almost cry. “I can’t- I’m gonna-“ you pant heavily, the pleasure completely taking over your body, taking over your mind.

You arch forward, your forehead resting on Eddie’s as your hips buck desperately against his.

“I know baby, you’ve been so good for me. Just let go” he breathes as he moves his fingers even faster.

His words, his praise, his permission, his fingers, his cock; it all finally comes together to tip you over the edge.

“Oh fuck, Eddie” you moan his name as you ride him through your orgasm.

Your whole body shudders as pleasure runs through you. Your pussy clenches tightly around his cock, causing Eddie to grunt.

“Ohh fuck” he groans quietly as you feel him twitch and then spill inside you.

His fingers falter for a second as pleasure takes over him now, his eyes screwing shut for a second before he opens them again to admire you as you slowly keeping fucking yourself onto him, steadily dragging out your orgasm for all it was worth. You had earned it after all. You and Eddie are both panting, your breaths mixing as your foreheads stay pressed together, your eyes locked on one another as you each watch the other fall apart and slowly come down from your highs.

After a moment you slump against him, your body going slack, your head resting on his shoulder as you both try to catch your breath. Eddie strokes your back your lightly, placing kisses to the top of your head.

“Such a good clever girl” he teases lightly, a quiet, satisfied chuckle rumbling through his body.

You scowl secretly into his chest. Yes he’d let you cum in the end but you weren’t sure if you cared too much for all the cocky teasing you had to endure to get there.

Oh, you were definitely going to get him back for this...

Part Two

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A/N: hehe I hope you enjoyed this and that you learned something about horror writing, this is genuinely what I wrote my undergraduate dissertation on lmao!!

p.s. the small surprise is that there will be a part 2 to this where you get Eddie back for all his teasing which you can now see linked above <33

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maniculum · 5 months

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Google Docs vs. Geoffrey Chaucer

A while back, just for fun, I pitted Google Docs's fancy new (read: hilariously inept) machine-learning spellchecker against a chapter of my dissertation that contained a lot of quotations from Le Morte Darthur:

At the time I suggested I might go back and do the same with the chapters that included substantial quotation from the Canterbury Tales and (shudder) Piers Plowman... and today I find myself with little better to do, so let's give it a go. Below the cut.

Extremely helpful there, thanks. For the curious, gilofre is a plant; in Modern English it's gillyflower. Clowe is just "clove". "Clowe-galofre" is nowhere on Google or in the OED, but it seems "Galofre" is an attested surname, so Google thinks maybe that's what I meant.

Fascinating choices here. That is of course meant to be nutmeg, and Google Docs has seemingly decided that putting in a space to turn one misspelled word into two words, one of which is spelled correctly, is a positive development. That or this is a continuation of the previously-observed trend that Google turns things into brands and corporation as much as possible -- apparently there is a company called "Emuge-Franken", which is the only result for "emuge" on Google Search.

It hasn't gotten anything right so far, by the way -- all those red underlines I haven't screenshotted anything for, it either suggests a word that is wrong but unremarkably so, or fails to suggest anything.

(Never mind, it got a couple right in between the last one and this one.)

This is interesting in that it shows Google Docs interprets things differently based on capitalization. This instance of bityde is capitalized because it's at the beginning of the line; the other one in the phrase bityde what bityde, which isn't capitalized, Google is able to correctly interpret as "betide". However, it seems to think the first is a proper noun and makes different suggestions. (Blyde is the Afrikaans name of the Motlatse River in South Africa, it would seem.)

I am reluctantly forced to hand it to Google Docs with this one. Like, no, that's not what Chaucer meant of course, but I can respect the shot being taken. Also interesting that it gets the blue underline because you can't really spell a transliteration wrong, but that's not how the system we normally use renders it. Not sure why spere "spear" (Google suggests "sphere") and vestiments "vestments" (Google gets this one right) are also marked as blue (style/grammar) rather than red (spelling), though.

... and now I'm taking what I just handed to Google Docs back away. WTF is this? Why...? you know what, we're moving on.

Bafflingly, Google thinks there is nothing at all unusual about that first line. Yep, that's normal Modern English there.

And here's our first example in this post of Google Docs trying to suggest a spelling that is also in Middle English, because I very much suspect the data it uses has been contaminated. Actually, come to think, if their machine learning system bases its judgments on what other users write rather than the old system with a set dictionary, I bet all the people writing papers about pre-standardized-spelling English literature are really screwing up the data. Which is hilarious -- if true, that would mean that I'm actually part of the problem for writing this whole dissertation full of Middle English quotes in Google Docs.

You might think this is another example of the same, but in fact the change from -ioun to -ion makes that suspect, and the Middle English Dictionary doesn't recognize it without the <u>. And if you Google Refleccion, all the results are in Spanish. However, I can't seem to find it in a Spanish-English dictionary, and those same dictionaries tell me the Spanish for reflection is reflexion -- maybe this is a variant spelling? I only have basic high-school Spanish to draw on here, so if any of my followers are fluent and can explain refleccion to me, I would be interested to learn.

Hm... no, that's not right either. Although a quick Google search tells me that there is a YA book called Physik, so that's probably what's screwing up this one. Probably not ideal for that sort of thing to happen.

And this one, it seems, is French. (Again, according to the Middle English Dictionary, all the attested Middle English spellings have the <u> -- but the French cognate is in fact spelled just like Google suggests, as far as I can tell. I don't speak French at all, though, so grain of salt.) I wonder how that happened -- do non-English words just kind of drift into the machine-learning system's vocabulary? Possibly through the same mechanism I speculated about with the Middle English above -- i.e., people write documents that are mostly in English, but contain some quotations or something in other languages, and if that happens enough, Google starts to think it's an English word?

Wait, is that maybe what's screwing a lot of this up? Either Google's system is going "This document is in English, so all the words in it are English words" and thus stuff just keeps bleeding between languages and screwing up the dictionary, OR Google's system is just kind of language-agnostic and sees no issue with suggesting French words in a document that's mostly in English? Is this why there are so many words that aren't correct Modern English spelling, but which Google Docs doesn't mark wrong? Like, they happen to line up with words in other languages, so Google just thinks you're borrowing really haphazardly throughout?

Also, side note, it tried to correct "hir" to "hirt", which is not an English word, but apparently stands for High Impact Resistance Training. Moving on.

Shenden is a Middle English verb that basically means "to damage or destroy". You don't really see it much in Modern English, though the OED has a couple examples of 20th-century usage. Anyway, I thought this was another case of Google bringing in different Middle English words, but a quick search tells me "Sente" is a skincare brand. That's probably more relevant.

Google Docs again just ignoring whole lines.

Odd choice there, sight being closer than site in terms of spelling. Maybe the algorithm assumes that if you end with an <e> you probably mean the second one.

Interesting, Google Docs. Why do you think that should be "night"? (Oddly, it actually gets all the red-underlined words in this line correct, meaning it pretty much has the context of the word.) Somewhat weird suggestion there.

I'm about a quarter of the way through the document and I think this is long enough for now; I'll probably come back and reblog with additions later. Before I go, however, here are my lists of "things spellcheck should be able to fix but can't" from what I've gone through so far.

First, spellings that differ from Modern English by only one letter, but which completely stump Google Docs (i.e., it marks them wrong but only gives the "why am I not seeing a suggestion?" message):

Goute ("gout")

Herbes ("herbs")

Melodye ("melody")

Smale ("small")

Swete ("sweet")

Syde ("side")

Ther ("there")

Wel ("well")

And second, words that are not correct in Modern English but that Google Docs does not mark wrong:

Anoon ("anon")

Attempree ("a temperate")

Beautee ("beauty")

Bowle ("bowl")

Dar nat ("dare not")

Daunce ("dance")

Dede ("dead")

Doon ("do")

Dronke ("drank")

Dronken ("drunken")

Fyr ("fire")

Gyse ("guise")

Hadde ("had")

Hir ("her")

Hir ("their")

Hond ("hand")

Lak ("lack")

Lakked ("lacked")

Lordes ("lords")

Maad ("made")

Pyne ("pain")

Rasour ("razor")

Sayde ("said")

Shere ("shear")

Som ("some)

Sondry ("sundry")

Spyces ("spices")

Styward ("steward")

Syk ("sick")

Thencens ("the incense")

Usshers ("ushers")

Wente ("went")

Wyf ("wife")

Y-goon ("gone")

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evaglass · 7 months

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Adding More Backstory to Tang Shen

I wish 2012 had told us more about Tang Shen. Not much was told except that she was born in Fukuoka, was 1/4th Chinese, and was a woman both Splinter and Shredder were in love with.

Also, there's a line Shen says at one point, which involves her saying, "I can take care of myself; I've always have." Giving the idea, she grew up in tough circumstances. We never hear anything about her parents, if she was orphaned or not. We know her grandparents were present in her life, and I looked up information about the city of Fukuoka, which is stated to be a fairly safe place. I wish that line was explored more, but it just feels like the writers put it there for some brief moment of angst.

There was also a bit of writing inconsistencies. In season one, episode 26, there are these lines of dialogue I got from the episode's transcript when Splinter and Shredder are fighting

But then, in season 3, in the Tale of the Yokai episode, there's this scene

Yeahh, I believe I found a way to explain this in my rewrite of 2012, but for now, I want to talk about my rewrite of Shen.

I was thinking of making Shen a Taiwanese woman of 100% Chinese descent. She was really close to her father, but unfortunately, he died when she was still a child.

Shen's mother raised her and Shen's younger sister as a single mother with the help of Shen's older brother, who stepped up to provide for his family after their father died.

Shen was a very studious and hardworking young lady, but also a little bit rebellious as she was very set on the choices she made for herself, whether her mother approved or not.

She got accepted to Cambridge University, where she majored in history and minored in linguistics, as she had a passion for history like her father, and wanted to become a historian.

After she graduated from her undergraduate program, she entered her PhD. program for history, where in the last few years of said program, she worked part-time on her dissertation while also working as an English teacher in Japan.

During her time in Japan, she met Shredder and Splinter. Shen met Shredder first; they became friends, and soon both developed feelings for each other. When Shen tried to make a move, Shredder rejected it, as he wanted to focus on the future of the Hamato Clan and gain the approval of his adoptive father, Hamato Yuuta; he also wanted to respect her dream of becoming a historian, and not distract her from it. Shen was embarrassed but respected his decision and agreed just to be friends.

Shen and Splinter don't get together until a little bit later. Actually, when they first met, they didn't like each other at all as their first impression of each other wasn't great. However, they, of course, do come to respect each other after Splinter helped Shen when her car broke down at the side of the road. Shen and Splinter later become friends and then develop feelings for each other, which surprised both of them, especially Shen, as Splinter was someone she did not expect.

I like to think that as they spent more time together, Shen felt more comfortable talking about her passion and also introduced Splinter about the history of the Renaissance Painters.

She does graduate from her PhD. program, but also accidentally gets pregnant because the portrait Splinter has looked like a wedding photo.

I also thought about how Shen was able to find out about how brutal the war between the Hamato and Foot Clan before Splinter does, seeing how it involved the never-ending cycle of revenge. Finding that out, Tang Shen never wanted her daughter to get involved with ninjitsu.

Look at the way Shen looks at her baby daughter; she would've done anything for her.

She wanted Karai to have a normal life, and that's staying in my rewrite, but I also want to explain why she would push Splinter to leave ninjitsu to go to New York with her to raise their daughter; the history between both clans would play a big part with that, as well as her love for Splinter, but also Shen would still be traumatized from losing her father at a young age, and didn't want her daughter growing up without her father.

But unfortunately, Shen dies. I'm keeping Shen's death the same way it happened in the show, but yeah, that was my rewrite. Let me know what you guys think.

#tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tang shen #karai #hamato miwa #Splinter #shredder #hamato yoshi #Oroku Saki

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tchaikovskyed · 9 months

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Hi! I am an Arthurian prof and I saw your post about Malory Daily. I have a few suggestions on editions!

Most scholarship these days focuses on the Winchester Manuscript version of the Morte, whereas most popular modern English editions use the Caxton version as their source. Any public domain versions of the Morte will use Caxton. Winchester is considered closer to Malory's original text (but it's not The original), since Caxton (often heavily) edited the text to better serve his mercantile audience. For example, he makes heavy cuts to the Roman War as well as the Pentecostal Oath. If you're looking to include scholarship with each day's post, I recommend taking this into account, as most contemporary scholarship is going to focus primarily on Winchester!

With that in mind, I have a few recommended editions, although these are not in the public domain:

For Middle English (ME), PJC Field's edition through DS Brewer is the only (as in best) option. There's a paperback edition that costs ~$25 that is a BRICK but it is the best bang for your buck while also just straight up being the best version. There's also a hardcover set of the Morte and accompanying notes that is like $350 and is considered the scholarly standard, but the paperback edition is the exact same thing minus the notes. If you haven't read ME before, Malory is a great place to start because it is VERY LATE ME. He was writing in the century after Chaucer, and it's much easier to read than good ol Geoff. This is the version that most scholarship will be citing; the journal Arthuriana requires all Malory quotes to be from this version. Field in general is a great expert on all things Malory as well.

For modern English, I recommend the translation by Armstrong from Parlour Press. I believe it's also ~$25. Dorsey Armstrong is currently the editor of Arthuriana and she quite literally wrote the book on gender in the Morte. Her translation is really accessible and sticks extremely close to the ME. In my opinion, this is going to give you the closest experience to reading the ME without having to read the ME.

Future editions: at some point a translation from Whetter and Tolhurst is going to come out. K.S. Whetter is one of the big names working directly with the Winchester Manuscript (literally wrote the book on it too, studied under Field, etc) so this is bound to be a great version for anyone who wants an experience closest to the manuscript.

I hope this is helpful!

Thank you so much for this, it's been extremely helpful! I was going to make a short post about different editions but this has been 100% more coherent than anything I was going to write, and I will include all your notes in the blog's about page!

Unfortunately because I'm not too sure about copyright issues, it's easiest for the Substack to include a public domain version (more specifically the version on Project Gutenberg), with an accompanying post comparing the differences between this version and the Oxford World Classics Helen Cooper (which I'll make available online via a big ol' resources GDrive) and the Complete Works edited by Eugene Vinaver (which I have a physical copy of).

Seconded on the P.J.C Field edition which was my bible when I was writing my dissertation, although I've had a look online and it's close to impossible to access unless you are affiliated with a university in some way. I had no idea a new edition was in the works but that is really exciting!

#malorydaily #arthurian mythology #arthuriana #le morte d'arthur #medieval literature

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chromatasia · 3 months

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(holds out my hat) More crumbs for the Deltarune Yellow AU please? I would love to know more about any ideas you have for the world or characters!

absolutely! i have So many thoughts about this au and i hope to one day actually do something with it (writing a fic is the most likely option)

the town clover has grown up in is called easthome. it’s more of a village than anything, with most of the townsfolk living on the outskirts on farms and the main buildings (school, grocery, town hall, etc) being in the center. it gets its electricity from the steamworks, which also provides energy for much of the surrounding rural area. the town has been growing drier in recent years, leading to worries about the harvest. part of the reason clover is studying agriculture is to help the town with its environmental plight.

kanako and clover became close extremely fast. with easthome having so few residents in general, the fact that they both are the same age definitely helps them to become friends. kanako is also very outgoing and talkative, and will happily fill the silence of clover not talking (they go nonverbal quite often, especially in public). in school, the two are practically inseparable, which is suprising to everyone else. kanako is the only one clover has explained their nightmares to :)

COOLEG!! asriel is studying physics and minoring in engineering, chara is studying english, kanako is studying engineering, and clover is studying agricultural sciences. the four of them get on pretty well, with kanako and asriel both being interested in engineering and chara and clover bonding over being two of the few humans on campus (i think in the deltarune universe humans just. aren’t as common. idk)

speaking of asriel, clover had quite the scare when they first merged dorms. in the window was a six-petal yellow flower in a pot, facing outward. they weren’t sure why it bothered them so much, even getting to the point where asriel had to physically shake them out of their stupor. they laughed it off and asked what it was. asriel explained it was a gift from his father, who ran a flower shop. apparently the flower had always reminded him of asriel. clover never shakes off their apprehension with that flower. they don’t know why.

my current reason for the four ending up in the dark world is that they all finished classes early enough that they were able to leave for vacation early. asriel wanted to suprise his family by going home before they expected him, and chara was going along because they didn’t want to go back home. clover and kanako came along as well, since easthome is on the same route. they get to asriel’s house and the door is just. pure darkness. i’m sure nothing wrong will happen if they go in :3

gaster is the physics teacher at the college, with him supposedly writing a dissertation on “alternate worlds.” he has a secret lab that the four TOTALLY DID NOT STUMBLE UPON and TOTALLY DID NOT LEARN ANY SECRET INFORMATION FROM smiley face =)

i’ll probably end up making a post with the four’s dark world designs, but in terms of dnd class inspiration clover would be gunslinger, kanako would be monk, asriel would be a sorcerer, and chara would be a rogue :]

#I LOVE YAPPING WEEEEEEEEE #WALL OF TEXT ATTACK GO 💥💥💥💥#deltarune yellow au #🌙

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septembriseur · 9 months

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Professor. I’m thinking about applying to grad school for an MA in lit (the city I’m in doesn’t have a creative writing program and I don’t plan to move waaaaa) but idk what I specifically want to write about (I would be going bc I looove reading and writing about reading and also teaching) what do you tell students trying to figure out what they want to thesis on??

Well, the first thing I tell students who are considering doing graduate work in the humanities is to understand the reality of the impact that it will have on their job prospects. Warning: dream-killing ahead!

Getting a graduate degree in the humanities is absolutely terrible for your job prospects. There is little to no chance that, with a PhD in the humanities, you will ever get a full-time university teaching job that pays you enough to live in an average-cost-of-living area. If you have not read about adjunctification, read up on it! Take a look at the MLA job list and the job ads on HigherEdJobs.com to get a realistic sense of the job market, which is absolutely soul-killing.

Now: if you are going to be fully funded for your degree and receive a livable stipend and teaching experience, I think it’s fine to go to grad school as long as you have realistic expectations about job prospects. If you are interested in teaching composition (especially teaching composition or English internationally) or high school teaching, it’s especially fine.

What kind of things do you find interesting? That’s what you should be writing about: the things that are interesting to you and that you want to explain. Depending on the school, you can do a thesis on almost anything these days. I wrote my doctoral dissertation mostly about the X-Men.

What are you curious about? What do you want to understand? What bothers you?

If you message me privately with more specific ideas, I’m happy to help you narrow it down.

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so i work in a well-known library, right, as a part-timer, and it's been great working with the books, they're real friendly and everything. but this is a very exclusive library, right, you have to send in an application and maybe get interviewed to get in because we're dealing with really old archival material here; i've had to dust crumbled paper off of desks and some of the spines of these hundreds-of-years-old books have been replaced with electric tape with their titles rewritten with wite-out from how much the spines have fallen out. i look up and see dead white men glaring down at me from murals and paintings and busts from the ceiling, probably aghast and wondering how a fucking little island girl is handing their precious books and poking at their dutch-painted glass windows with her grimy brown fingers. this is just set-dressing, so you really know where i'm coming from.

anyways, you know those memes that go around writing communities? doesn't matter if you write fics or manuscripts, we've all seen them, liked them, reblogged them.

"writing a slash fic instead of writing i've been googling what jewelry young german women wore in the 1700s"

"i'm pretty sure i'm on the fbi and interpol hitlists because of my search history"

"story prompt: overly helpful serial killer sweetheart x clueless crime fiction writer"

"when you don't know long division but you can talk about the taxation laws in victorian england because you needed to find out how taxes work to make your story believable"

they're memes that make you chuckle, guffaw, and nod because they're relatable! everyone hates the idea of being corrected by a random poindexter who can call you out on your bullshit on victorian tax laws, you uncultured fool, or who happens to know how blood sprays look if you shoot a person a certain way, you gormless coward, not because they were shooting the gun but they were part of the forensics team, pinky promise, i wasn't there on the 15th of november. and it's a bit absurd. like, who exactly knows - or cares - about victorian tax laws? does it really matter to write about reality in all its facets into fiction? majority of your readers probably aren't vampires or other extant immortals so does it really matter if you don't hold history up as accurately as possible in your 30k friends-to-enemies-to-lovers dark academia yuri slashfic? does historical accuracy matter when you're writing about samurais in the heian period in modern english with modern sensibilities? who would even know what stuff was really like back then? some things aren't googlable, and you can't always trust google anyways.

i don't know the answer to all these questions. but i know the answer to one.

so, back to the library.

one day, i'm shelving history books one after the other, listening to an audiobook from a public library using a library card of which i faked my address for me to use. reparations. and way more ethical than piracy in my eyes. support authors, patronize libraries, and all that. when i shelve books, i like to wonder about who reads them and why. what research they're doing. what they're doing here. whether they know how lucky they are. i envy this library where i work. i envy the people who live in this town. i envy the readers. they have all of this because someone recognized the value of hoarding, the value of taking and tabulating and preserving. one could argue it's the colonial way. but enough of that, i'm shelving books, books that i sometimes wonder at, because i never could have imagined so many books on so many topics, and sometimes they are topics that are so trivial and-

and i'm holding, in my hands, a book about the jewelry young german women wore in the 1700s.

being in a university town, you come to understand that academics have their pet projects; the drive to understand the minutiae of their field, of humanity, of nature. think of a topic and there's probably a dissertation for that. you also understand there is a lot of publishing politics, that researchers' papers are paywalled behind exorbitant fees for which they receive no royalties from. you also understand that academia can also be elitist, even when the people inside it call for open access.

to other people, i'm sure i sound incoherent and raving. but i'm sure that there are people out there who understood why i took several moments staring at this book, recalling all those fucking memes about historical accuracy, of people joking that they're looking for things even the internet has no answer for. because the answers do exist. someone's written about them. someone took the time to look at and tabulate and write about german jewelry. someone else, tax laws. some other person, blood sprays, either through study or applied experimentation. the knowledge is out there. they just aren't available to you.

#writeblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #essay #personal essay #thought this was going to be a funny haha post #but you kno what #sure #i love writing essays on tumblr actually because i get to be as batshit and descriptive as i want here #anD EVEN IF THERE WAS AN ONLINE COPY OF THE BOOK #COULD YOU ACCESS IT FOR FREE? SAFELY? ON DEMAND?#booklr #open access

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