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charcoallbaby · 1 year ago

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professor sturniolo

smutttt everyone is 18+ nothing is underage.

my longest work yet! watched millers girls and got inspired, enjoy ! ending is petty hehe ^_^

do you ever wish you could have someone you know you can’t have? especially your married professor.

well that was me two months ago

i placed my books down onto my desk infront of me. the class was empty other than me, two quiet students sitting at the back and the professor of course. he had his back to us, writing the subject of todays class onto the chalk board. i studied his broad shoulder that flexed underneath his thin shirt.

i looked down at my blank phone screen. a notification quickly popped up. it was my mom.

mom💝

me and your sister are going out before you come home, we’ll be home late. make sure no drinking when i’m not home !!

“good morning everyone!” the professor spoke.

i quickly locked my phone before looking up. “well to the 3 people here,” he cleared his throat then leaned against his desk. he scanned his eyes around the room looking at us. his eyes met mine. i could feel my stomach drop. “while we’re waiting for everyone else would you like to introduce yourselves?” he crossed his arms. his eyes were still directly on mine. i looked down at my phone, reminding me of my mothers text. i rolled my eyes. she always has some excuse to not be home.

“you!” the professor called out. i quickly looked up. “me?” i pointed my finger on my chest. he nodded his head. “im y/n,” “y/n y/l/n.” my voice was shaky. “nice to meet you ms y/l/n,” he gave me a small smile. i gave him one back.

he was about to speak before he got interrupted by students piling into the room. “ah!” “you guys decided to join us,” “i’m mr sturniolo.”

he passed papers around the room. he was standing above me. i looked up at him before he placed my paper on the desk. he stared down at the books placed infront of me. “that’s a good one,” he pointed at my current read. i looked down at his hand especially a ring. fuck he’s married.

the book was was the virgin suicides.

“have you watched the film?” the words spilled from my mouth. “yeah i have actually, great movie too.” he gave me a smile before walking back to his desk.

“the paper i gave you is very important, so keep it close to you, if you lose it i sadly cannot replace so please do me and favour and don’t lose it,” someone raised their hand. “claire was it?” she nodded her head. “why can’t you replace a piece of paper?” she laughed. “something about the usage of paper, listen i have no idea, it’s a policy here,” his eyes quickly scanned to mine. he turned around and broke it. “now t-” he was cut off by the loud door opening. “sorry!” my best friend ivy smiled and rushed to sit beside me. “it’s fine, just don’t be late next time.”

“he’s so fucking fine,” ivy whispered into my ear. i turned and looked at her. i shook my head. “are we looking at the same person up there?” she looked at mr sturniolo. his back was to us. “look at his back,” she wined. “i would eat that up!” she licked her teeth. i rolled my eyes. “he’s like ten years older than us,” i placed my pen between my teeth. “what age are you?” “you look very young for a professor!” ivy spoke out. the whole class erupted into laughter. i face planted my head onto my desk. he cleared his throat. “that’s very inappropriate question to ask….” “ivy!” she spoke. “well ivy that’s a very inappropriate question to ask your professor but i’m 29 and im guessing you all are what 20, 21?” “im not that old.” i finally lifted my head. “good to know thanks!” ivy smiled.

class finally ended. people were packing up their belongings. mr sturniolo made his way towards us.

fuck.fuck.fuck.

he looked at me before looking at ivy. “ivy can i speak to you?” he asked. “sure!” she zipped her bag up. “i’ll leave you guys sorry.” i stood up. “no need,” he fidgeted with his watch strap. i nodded my head. “don’t be late and please don’t make comments or questions like that anymore please ivy?” “i don’t wanna be the asshole teacher, can you do that for me?” i looked down at his hands again.

“sure, sorry.” she gave him a awkward laugh.

“great, see you guys tomorrow!”

it’s been a couple of days. i catch mr sturniolo staring at me every once in awhile, but im in the one who started staring first, so he’s just innocently staring back.

i was the first one in class. i internally sighed and found myself to my seat.

“morning ms y/l/n,” mr sturniolo turned around from the chalk board. “morning mr sturniolo,” i took my books out of my bags. “did you anything nice this weekend?” he asked. “um, went to a party wasn’t that fun though i went home after awhile, i hate going out,” i twisted the ring on my right index finger. “its been awhile since i’ve been to a college party, they usually aren’t that good aren’t they?” he let out a chuckle. “no not really, especially the boys,” i looked down at my lap. “one day they’ll realise they’re idiots don’t worry,” i looked up at him. “let’s hope!” the classroom door opened making us both look at it.

“y/n talk to me please,” my ex friends with benefits/situationship chase walked up to me.

“what the fuck?!” i exclaimed. “why are you coming to my classes chase?” “please, i need you so bad,” he whined. i let out a shocked laugh. “okay buddy that’s enough,” mr sturniolo stood in front of him. “professor please!” “no, out of my class!” “but!” “your harrasing one of my students leave now!” he pointed the door. chase growled and sped out of the room.

the class was now starting to fill up. he leaned down on my desk. “you okay?” his eyes met mine. i nodded my head. “i know it’s none of my business but see me after your classes today okay?” “okay.” i said softly.

i stood beside mr sturniolo’s desk while waiting for him.

the door opened, he hurried in.

“sorry y/n!” that’s the first he called me by my name which made me feel a way i know i shouldn’t have liked.

“it’s okay,” i licked my lips. “anyway i just wanted to ask if you want me to report that guy who came in earlier?” he titled his head while looking at me. i swore i tried to hold in a whimper. i looked down at the ground. “no, it’s okay thank you though,” i gave him smile. “you sure?” i nodded my head.

“yes he’s just some loser he’ll get the message soon.” “ex boyfriend?” he asked.

i wasn’t an expert but i knew he shouldn’t be asking me that, but i didnt mind.

“no……” “something worse you can probably imagine what i’m talking about,” i gave him a straight lined smile. “ah yes i can!” his cheeks quickly heated up. “i’ll see you tomorrow mr sturniolo.” “have a good day!”

i got home and layed down onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling thinking about the day.

especially mr sturniolo. his broad shoulders and his long fingers. i closed my eyes. having a wild imagantion was a blessing in disguise.

i slowly moved my hands down under my jeans, unbuttoning them and discarding them somewhere in my room. i slid my hand under my panties, i was soaking because the thought of him. holy fuck this was so wrong. he was my professor. he was a married man.

i slid my middle finger inside of me. i let a desperate moan.

“look at you,” “your in such a mess underneath me y/n." i picked up the pace, adding a second finger while imagining them words coming from his mouth.

his pretty pink lips eating me up as i grab onto his hair and watch his broad back clench.

it didn’t take me long to clench around my finger and shiver. i took a deep breath, trying to get my breathing back to normal. god i’m fucked up, i needed severe help.

i got to class, it wasn’t empty which i was definitely thankful for.

“morning ms y/l/n,” mr sturniolo spoke. “morning.” i muttered for a response. ivy was already sitting in the seat beside me. she finally didn’t skip.

“i didn’t get a morning,” she frowned. i rolled my eyes and took my seat beside her. “he’s just being nice,” i stated. “yeah sure, he stares at you like your a piece of candy waiting to be eaten,” she looked down at her nails. “what?” my mouth suddenly got dry. “he wants to fuck you bad, i can tell!” the glimmer in her eyes shined. i shrugged my shoulders. “i don’t think so,” “of course you don’t, you think no one wants you when your hot,” “he doesn’t want me.” i tapped my finger off the top of her nose. she smiled at me. “denial, denial, denial.”

i couldn’t concentrate in class after ivy’s comment and the fact that mr sturniolo wasn’t wearing his wedding ring. i shouldn’t care, but i do.

“mr sturniolo!” ivy exclaimed as people started to leave the class. “yes?” he looked at ivy. “ms y/l/n here is having problems with her paper!” ivy shot up. “oh you are y/n?” mr sturniolo asked. “i-” ivy cut me off. “sorry i have to go, my next class is on the other side of campus!” she scurried out.

“what’s the issue with your paper?” mr sturniolo stood behind me looking down at my work. “mr sturniolo-“ “you can call me matt,” he spoke. i nodded my head. “matt,” i cleared my throat. “i know im not a writer, but i feel like i have writers block, i have no idea to write about” “there’s nothing that comes to my mind,” i looked up at him. he was staring down at me. he looked so yummy oh my. “well, you want ideas?” he stood up straight. i nodded my head. “something you fantasise about, could be a dream job, something you wish could happen but you know it can’t, it could be a person,” he licked his dry lips. i gulped. “so you want me to write about something i wish i could have?” “i have to write about a fantasy world, a world i wish i could live in?” i asked. “that could work,” he rubbed his jaw. “okay thank you!” i gave him a small smile. “of course, just email me if you need any help.” he nodded his head. “definitely.”

“i’m jealoussssss!!!!” ivy put her head back and groaned. “you realise you have to fuck him now?” she sat back up and sipped her drink. “how?!” “i’ll just walk up to him after class and ask him to fuck me?” “yes!” ivy yelled. i laughed and shook my head. “listen, i’ll do the dirty work for you,” “which is?” i wondered. “i’ll be nosey in class and ask him does he have any plans for the weekend and if he gives us an answer, boom we show up there!” she smiled. “will this work?” “oh yes.”

“oh i didn’t realise you came here weekly ms sturniolo!” ivy exclaimed. “did you follow me here?” he asked looking me up and down. “no we’re here with some friends you know chase right?” she asked. “yeah i do,” he sipped his drink. “i’ll see you soon mr sturniolo.” ivy ran off as she always does.

“you look nice,” matt spoke. “you too matt,” i gave him a smile. “why are you here alone on a friday night?” i leaned against the bar. “i don’t know either y/n, i probably should be correcting papers but i’d rather be drinking my sorrows away!” he finished his glass. “i get you, i hate correcting papers on a friday night too,” i joked. he laughed. “you wanna go outside for a cigarette?” i asked. “i don’t smoke, but sure.” he grabbed his jacket.

he followed me outside. i put the cigarette between my lips, lighting it and slowly inhaling. i passed him the cigarette. he gladly took it and placed it between his lips. “thought you don’t smoke?” i turned to him. “thought you didn’t like going out?” he raised an eyebrow at me. “fair point,” i took it from his fingers. “your way too mature and way too much of a perfectionist for my class you do realise that don’t you?” matt leaned his head against the wall beside us. i smiled. “totally not true,” “i bet you have an apartment that’s perfect, i bet everything is planned out,” matt smiled. “i wish, my controlling mother told me that i still have to live with her while im in college, she says she wants to keep an eye on me but she just doesn’t want to me to turn into a drunk just like her,” i passed him the cigarette. “your not that type of girl from what can i see for the outside,” smoke exited his mouth. “and what can you see for the outside matt?” i looked up at him. he dropped the cigarette “a smart, smart girl,” his warm hand met my waist. “oh really?” i tried to contain myself. “mhm.” he mumbled while leaning down.

his soft warm lips met mine, it was better than i would imagined. i hungrily kissed him back, my hands wrapping around his neck. he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth making me feel dizzy. “you wanna go somewhere?” he asked. i quickly nodded my head.

we ended up at an hotel.

matt pressed the key card against the reader. the door beeped, matt pushed the door opened.

“sorry it’s a bit messy, i just got here last night,” matt stated. “why are you here?” i let slip out. “i caught my wife cheating on me again,” he sighed before shutting the drapes. “again?” i wondered. “yeah i caught her awhile back, i forgave her but i fell out of love with her a long time ago,” he cleared his throat and placed himself down onto the bed. “im sorry.” i bit my lip. “it’s good, c’mere,” he put his hand out.

i walked over to him and took it. he smiled up at me. his hand met my inner thighs, making me glad that i picked out a mini dress. "no panties?” matt growled. i gulped. he pressed his thumb to my clit. i whined. he looked down at his hand while slipping his fingers inside of me. a small moan came from my mouth. he moved his fingers inside of me. “matt.” i whined as he worked fingers deeper inside of me. he leaned his forehead against my stomach. “i wish you weren’t this wet, i would of loved to work for it.” his voice was deep. my eyes rolled onto the back of my head.

dirty talk never did it for me usually, but i never wanted matt to stop talking.

i grabbed onto matt’s hair. “there it is, it’s right there isn’t it?” he panted. “mhm,” i mumbled as he pounded his fingers into me, hitting my g-spot. “keep going,” “i’m not stopping until you finish all over my fingers baby,” his pace slowed down suddenly, i was confused. he took his fingers out, licked them and put his head between my legs. “lay down, so i really taste you.” i quickly followed his order and layed myself down.

matt laced his fingers up and down my wet my folds. “i bet you taste sweet do you?” his eyes looked dark. “i-i don’t know,” i whined. “taste yourself then,” he put his fingers infront of my mouth. i took his fingers into my mouth and licked them clean. “you do taste so sweet,” he dipped his head low between my legs. his warm tongue met my folds. he came back up. “you want me to ruin you?” i nodded my head. “i need a answer princess,” he took his shirt off. “yes, yes.” i breathed out. “let me eat you up first.”

he was roughly eating me out like he couldn’t get enough of me. my legs were wrapped around his shoulders, his hands were gripping my thighs.

matt made me come with his mouth, which has never happened before especially with a man.

“your so wet and silky,” his tip met my folds. a quiet moan came from my mouth. he pounded into me. his hand was hovering over me grabbing onto the headboard, he was making the whole bed shake. but i had always had a feeling he liked fucking girls rough.

i was dreading class after friday. matt fucked me until the sun came up, god it was a come fest.

me and ivy found our seats, i stayed quiet, he didn’t say hi to me which he does most mornings but he fucked me all night on friday so i guess he’s done with the hi’s now.

“morning everyone,” he rubbed his hands together.

he had his ring on. i looked at ivy who was too busy looking at her nails. “ivy,” i whispered. “yeah?” she looked up at me. “he’s wearing his ring,” i gulped. she didn’t answer but only looked at matt.

“this saturday me and my wife went on a little trip so i haven’t corrected any papers that were handed in yet, but you’ll get them by this friday i promise.” he spoke. me and ivy quickly made eye contact. “wife?” “i thought she cheated?” she whispered. “well apparently he’s back with her, he got back with her the last time.” i sighed.

“what is so interesting girls?” matt interrupted us. “oh nothing, just talking about boys you know how it is mr sturniolo!” ivy winked. he let out a heavy sigh. “alright guys topic for today is on the board,” “ms y/l/n, could i speak to you outside?” i froze. “yeah sure.”

i followed him outside. this is the day i die.

he closed the door after me. “what?” i crossed my arms. “i dont need your attitude,” he snapped. “did your wife cheat on you because you have angry issues or are you guys back together now?” i titled my head. “actually!” “i couldn’t care less,” i smiled. “i wanted to say me and my wife are fine, i love her and friday was a mistake i wasn’t in the right head space when i found her and some guy in our bed,” he sighed. “don’t trauma dump on me, i couldn’t not give a fuck about you and your wife, but if you love her so much did she know you were pounding inside of a 21 year olds pussy on the weekend huh?” “be quiet!” matt whispered. “fuck you.” i opened the door to the classroom.

“ivy let’s go get your bag,” i stated. “what?” she said confused “we’re leaving this assholes class room.” the whole room was staring at this point.

matt walked back in flustered.

“just to let everyone know, this man right here, your teacher, indulges in sex with college girls!” i yelled and left the room. “he also has a tiny dick!” i yelled before the door shut.

“is it actually?” ivy asked. “no it’s huge but i can’t let people know that.”

hi! this ending is kinda silly <3333

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felassan · 5 months ago

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Some more DA:TV and related snippets from Sylvia Feketekuty, Part 4. rest of post under a cut due to length and spoilers. [Post One, Post Two, Post Three]

User: "How and when did he and her(johanna) meet? What was the story between him and her back then?" // Sylvia Feketekuty: "1. So I always imagined he and Johanna met pretty early on, in the Watchers. In their teens, maybe? (Hezenkoss was a pretty exceptional mage and Emmrich was raised by the MW, so I imagine both were fast tracked into the order.) 2. I have rough ideas, but of course since not much is in the game, not much is set in stone. One thing I did hint at obliquely I think is okay to expand on: when Hezenkoss complains about the Venatori and Emmrich says disapprovingly they remind him of Tevinter's nobility, and she agrees. In my mind, I imagine Hezenkoss came from a family not that much more socially higher than Emmrich's. So they were kids who probably bonded early on not only out of intellectual curiosity, but because they both came from working class families compared to students from the elites." [source, two, three]

Nick Boraine: "Hey Sylvia. thanks for writing such a beautiful character. I loved saying your words. Hope to again one day." [source] // Sylvia: "Nick! Hello! I hope you've been soaking in people's reactions to your wonderful performance. People have fallen in love with it! "Hope to again one day." If the stars align, I'd love that! Also: hope you saw that Emmrich picked up the Silver for "best new character" on the Playstation blog fan vote!" [source, two, three] // Nick: "I have indeed - it’s been incredible. So grateful. Hoping VG companies will all come on board soon and we can end the strike. I’d love to interact more with all the fans." [source] // Sylvia: "I'm glad to hear you've been getting to see some of the fan reactions! "Hoping VG companies will all come on board soon and we can end the strike." Amen to that. Best of luck to everyone holding the line, you all deserve what you're asking for and more." [source]

User: "I had been looking forward to learning more about the Mourn Watch since reading “Down Among the Dead Men” (which made me cry!), and it has been such a delight to explore that part of DAV" // Sylvia: "I'm especially touched to hear that about DatDM. It was a privilege to be the first writer who got to really open up the tombs in that story." [source]

User: "I'd be interested to know if you know any fun facts or something about the nevarran language featured in the game" // Sylvia: "Ah, tomb-script. I named it but it was our concept artists who went developed it with the hexagon shape-language of the Mourn Watch, which I loved. Conceptually: I think it's used purely an occult or sacred language. Something for the graves, or books on magic, but not everyday things." [source] // User: "The artists did an amazing job—it’s such a unique and visually striking evolution of Elvhen script, and it really highlights the distinct Nevarran aesthetic beautifully. It would be great to hear more about it if there's anything you're able to share from the concept/lore side of its development!" // Sylvia: "I don't know if I have too much more, but I did love how our artists made it follow the hexagonal shape-language of the Mourn Watch in general. (It's everywhere in their architecture and props.)" [source]

User: "1. What was Emmrich like as a student? Did he struggle with a particular topic in classes? Hezenkoss says some about him dragging her to parties so I was wondering if he was wilder in his youth" // Sylvia: "1. I think he was a diligent but very social student, very outgoing and fairly popular. I can't think of what lessons he might be bad at, not because he was good at all of them, but because that would mean getting into extreme detail about the MWers academia. e.g. I think it's fair to say visualizing and compartmentalizing thoughts and memetic rituals is part of casting magic, but but what do those classes LOOK like? How many are broken into sub-specialties? Etc. That said, even though I'm not sure how much it'd come up, Emmrich is absolutely terrible with anything mechanical. (Touched on that in some banter between him and Bellara.) 3. I'd say someone achieving the rank of Watcher is probably discussed by senior staff members, and is tailored to each mage. More about competence, temperament, and control, rather than passing a set test. (Which could include a thesis or a practical demonstration, but not as an end-goal per se.)" [source, two, three, four, five]

User: "could Emmrich be considered a spirit healer, or rather whatever it is that makes a spirit healer have that extra affinity for spirits? (I always felt like the healer bit was encouraged out of fear) Is corpse whispering a subset of that or a different thing entirely?" // Sylvia: "I definitely feel Nevarran necromancy is in the same realm in general, yet that Emmrich's corpse whispering isn't drawing on spirits to function, it's his own personal will. If that makes sense." [source] // User: "I think I understand! Like he can comprehend the spirits a little more clearly than most so they're inclined to want to interact with him but the corpse whispering itself is his own request/demand, the spirit/corpse/whatever a soul is is responding rather than assisting with the magic itself?" // Sylvia: "Yes! I think that's a good description of it." [source]

User: "I have to ask, did you write the Josephine letter to the inquisitor codex?" // Sylvia: "that was indeed me! I liked revisiting those two, even a little bit, in that letter." [source]

User: "since he's interested in botany, do you think he'd enjoy opening up a flower shop with a romanced Rook?" // Sylvia: "I don't think he's a man interested in the headaches of running a business, but if Rook REALLY wanted to go for it, Emmrich would probably help grow the plants." [source]

User: "my question is did any of nick’s performance inform how you wrote emmrich, because some of the scenes of his i had to stop the game and just take in the perfect unity of actor and writer voice to conceive such a realized character. and were you always interested in claiming emm to write?" // Sylvia: "1. Yes, absolutely. Nick got who Emmrich was, right away, and that informed future writing once I knew what Emmrich actually sounded like, how Nick embodied those emotions. 2. I pitched Emmrich, so: yes, absolutely! I'd always thought the Grand Necropolis and its inhabitants sounded like a very cool corner of Thedas, and I'm partial to necromancers in general, so "necromancer" was the first thing I thought of when it came time to pitch new followers." [source, two]

User: "do you think Emmrich would ever end up referring to Manfred directly as his son?" // Sylvia: "So I had Emmrich call Manfred his ward, not his son, because I thought that was one step too far for him right away. But I don't think anything is impossible in the future." [source, two]

Sylvia: "It was my pleasure to to work with the team to finally show off the crypts of the Necropolis." [source]

User: "Can you please tell us what type of tea Emmrich drinks for breakfast? He strikes me as an Earl Grey person but then again English Breakfast also makes sense somehow" // Sylvia: "I'm actually not a big tea person, so I almost feel I should let this be whatever your head canon is. (That said I do think Earl Grey has the better scent. But do Emmrich's refined tastes match my own? I dump a lot of sugar and cream into mine after all lol.)" [source]

User: "Emmrich as Vincent Price: all in my head or intentional? And if the latter, who do I have to thank?" // Sylvia: "Love Mr. Price, a legend, but it was actually Peter Cushing who was one of my first touchstones before we had any art for Emmrich in." [source]

User: "1. When Em&Rook had their fight - what were his intentions? Did he try to break up with Rook? 2. Just hypothetically, if my Rook bends her knee and asks him to be hers forever, what would his reaction be? 3. Johannas hand, it's planning mischief, is it not?" // Sylvia: "2. Emmrich would be over the moon. He would absolutely love to get married. 3. "Johannas hand, it's planning mischief, is it not?" Who could possibly say? (yes)" [source, two]

User: "Could you tell us how Mourn Watchers life is arranged? Do they live in Nevarra or right in Necropolis? Are their rooms similar to that coffin room?" // Sylvia: "The Watchers live in the upper, safer levels of the Necropolis. I imagine this is where they sleep, eat, teach/train, and also where they prepare bodies for interment. "Are their rooms similar to that coffin room?" I don't want to say either way, just because we never actually go there, and I prefer to keep things open until something is actually in the game or in a story or comic or etc." [source, two]

User: "He has also been an extremely positive driving force and has caused me to pick back up my plan to go back to university and become a lecturer. It's a dream I shelved because of little self esteem but I know he would be sad if I didn't at least try, sad Emmrich is a powerful motivator!" // Sylvia: "He would indeed be sad, especially if this is a passion of yours, but glad to hear you're picking it up again. Sincerely, best of luck." [source]

User: "Can you talk about your writing process? I'd love to hear a bit about what influenced/shaped not only Emmrich but the Mourn Watch and Necropolis. I actually find comfort in death and I just adore what you crafted for the game. I'd love to join the Watchers myself." // Sylvia: ""Also, are you able to talk about what you envisioned every day life for Watcher's to be like? Or maybe some cultural tidbits you'd imagined while writing? I like to think they'd have some incredible festivals and create really interesting folk art!" Oh that is fun. I'll be honest though I'll be a little reticent, just because I tend not to talk about too much until it's in a game. I do think a lot of their everyday life is what Emmrich describes to Rook: Preparing bodies, helping grieving people visit their loved ones, maintaining the graves, and the undead that help maintain the graves. And of course hunting down malign manifestations. The MW and their carefully-courted spirit allies are good at preventing demonic incursion. But as we've seen, it's not impossible. And there's a desire to figure out the weirder stuff that not even the Watchers really fully know. (X-files theme). "I like to think they'd have some incredible festivals and create really interesting folk art" Me too! They involve the dead in their lives so much, I think that includes going down to the graveyard to celebrate milestones, versus visiting on a calendar date. One of my favorite things to write was the folk tale about how spirits were first drawn to Nevarra in particular. I really wanted to make it feel like one of those founding myths filtered through storytelling embellishment in the winter nights. [link] "I'd love to join the Watchers myself." The Necropolis is always looking for more company" [source, two, three, four, five, six]

User: "I just wanted to add that Hezenkoss is absolutely my favourite noncompanion character!" // Sylvia: "Thank you so much for this, because Hezenkoss was a great joy to write. I risked going all out with her, and I don't know if that lands for everyone, but I wanted to have a proper mad scientist who was also Emmrich's best friend because personal seemed better for him." [source]

User: "I heard a rumor that you wrote a lot of the codex. Did you write these? If not, do you know who did? I found them hilarious. [link]" // Sylvia: "Oh, that's not true at ALL. The writers all wrote about an equal amount of codex entries. (One of our editors and I did some work on the proposed structure and organization, but I'm in no way the main writer of the content.) The letter is very funny though. If it's LoF I'd assume there's a good chance this might be by Trick Weekes" [source, two] // Trick Weekes: "Honestly, while I gave that one a quick writing pass, it was largely Malcolm doing the first pass and busting out that Aethelred the Unready reference. (Which I loved and kept.)" [source]

User: "congrats on Emmrich winning second place for the best new character award" // Sylvia: "Thanks very much! I was thrilled to see him there, especially because it's a fan vote." [source]

User: "i would absolutely love to know a bit more about his relationship / time with Dorian as his student in the necropolis ! (Is it possible Dorian got inspired by him for his mustache ?" // Sylvia: "1. I'm afraid my response is pretty dull, because there's not much in game (and I'm not Dorian's writer) so I'm reluctant to add anything off the cuff. Sorry! 2. Aw that'd be cute. I think that's just artistic coincidence though, so it also has to remain in the murky mists of uncertainty. (But because it lives in that space, it's also not impossible. I'd say head canon it how you like!)" [source, two]

User: "i was also wondering if you worked on any other side characters beside Hezenkoss ?" // Sylvia: "I did! The Mourn Watchers were me. And through a complicated chain of events, I wrote one single merchant in Treviso - the gallery owner, Mistress Trella." [source]

User: "I have a very important question and I’m sorry if it’s been asked elsewhere: what’s his favorite kind of tea?" [re: Emmrich] // Sylvia: "I talked about it a little in this thread [compiled above], where I confess I'm not much of a tea person myself. So I'm happy to let tea-fans imagine anything they like." [source]

Sylvia: "So much of the romance rests on our animators and audio team and Nick Borraine stepping up to deliver everything perfectly" [source]

User: "Less of a question and more just appreciation. I love him so much, the casual plant lore, just everything." // Sylvia: "Aw thank you! I'm especially glad you enjoyed the plant lore, it really gave me an opportunity to have Emmrich enthuse about the Memorial Gardens, one of my favorite spaces in the game." [source]

User: "Also, if you don’t mind aside from liking pineapple and hazelnut torte. Does Emmrich have any other favored foods? Or favored flavours like spicy/salty/ect?" // Sylvia: "I actually went over that here a little, which isn't much detail. He DOES bring back dates for the group at one point. For whatever reason, I never pictured him with a huge sweet tooth, but the occasional pineapple or date is a nice treat." [source]

Sylvia, re: Emmrich: ""And I’m immensely jealous of how stylish he is" Same. He absolutely has a tailor or two who knows their stuff." [source]

Sylvia: ""did Emmerich studied only in Grand Necropolis or he was in Circle of Magi? Or mages in Grand Necropolis doesn't must to learn in Circles?" I talk about that a bit here: I think he trained in the Necropolis, but taught both there and Cumberland's Circle. Admittedly, I never defined the Mourn Watch's Circle status in game. It could be a sanctioned fraternity that takes in promising mages and trains them for the Necropolis, but isn't technically a Circle itself, even if it oversees harrowings. (There's a bit of banter from a Necropolis NPC on that.) This would explain why there's non-mages around with full MW membership, like how your Rook can be a MW warrior or rogue. So I'm inclined to think this is the case. (But until it's ever in a DA game or piece of media, I wouldn't consider that 100% canon. It's just my own thoughts.) "I'm not sure if I it was in game, but how Strife take it if Emmrich became a lich? Is he alright with that and they continue relationships or he just drop it?" We didn't tackle that in that game, I'm afraid, so there's no actual answer there. Sorry! Apologies if that non-answer is frustrating. But that's the kind of topic I wouldn't want to answer unless a future game had a reason to go into it. "How long Vorgoth have been around in Grand Necropolis? There's theories about their persona and I know that you can't give straight answer but could they be a lich?" I'm afraid Vorgoth must remain mysterious, but nothing is impossible with them... "me and my friend have headcanon that there should be something like hospice in Grand Necropolis. You know some place where palliative care is given to those who needs it. Could it be true or it's not in Grand Necropolis nature?" I hadn't planned it, but that's a fun head canon if you like it!" [source, two, three, four, five, six, seven]

User: "I have a question and that’s if you listened to anything in particular when writing Emmrich? Or any of your characters" // Sylvia: "I did! I have my playlist on my old computer and if I dig it out, I will post it here. It's mostly ambient stuff, I prefer music without words when writing. A lot of stuff from Cryochamber, but I listen to it a lot in general. [link]" [source, two]

User: "1. Were Johanna’s morals *always* questionable, or did they steadily decline? It sounded like she’d been given a lot of passes by the Mourn Watch, brilliant mind or no! 2. Anything you can tell us re: the War of the Banners? Like, how it began, or which spirits/noble lines were involved?" // Sylvia: "1. I think Hezenkoss always had what Emmrich might call a "cavalier attitude" towards rules and limits, but that it got worse over the years. Being exiled probably did not help, but she probably crossed a line at that point already. 2. The War of the Banners part of the backstory actually came from another writer, and I loved it. But I don't think I want to colour in the lines because there's so much room for imagination. (And since I'm not at BW anymore, it would be even more my own head canon than most other things.)" [source, two]

User: "It's so interesting when he is a lich, it's rare that we see conflict in a game romance like that. Also, his "coming out" scene to the whole group was unexpectedly funny and had me rolling xD" // Sylvia: "The "everyone: I'm a lich" scene was one where I was really trying to balance the seriousness of the previous scene with something a bit more lighthearted but still heartfelt. So I'm very glad you dug it!" [source]

User: "I wonder how Emmrich studied the Fade? cmiim he explored the Fade right? Was it through dream? I'm so intrigued by that." // Sylvia: "Your question is a good one. He has definitely explored it via dreaming/trances, but I think a Watcher would first train for that, learn how to set up wards, and to start with, do it under supervision. Given Emmrich's affinity for spirits, I'm sure he cultivated trustworthy spirit friends in the Fade who could guide and aid him as well. (The way we see him reach out during House of the Dead to spirits from a previous quest)" [source, two]

User: "Is Emmrich Andrastian?" // Sylvia: "I have some thoughts on this one. Nominally, yes he us. But I think a lifetime of studying other death practices and religions has shown Emmrich so many points of commonality in the search for transcendence and the divine, that he believes all religions may explore something of a universal truth. So the Thedas equivalent of Universal Unitarianism, basically. And maybe he corresponds/debates with some like-minded scholars out there. Though quietly. I think he'd err on the side of "Let's not trouble the Chantry with this." for safety's sake. (I didn't want to make him an agnostic free-thinker, that seems too conveniently lined up with modern conventions. But I think seeking truth through argument and philosophical exploration fits him.)" [source, two, three]

Sylvia, in response to a user saying this phrase: "BTW I got a kick out of "nevarran cryptid". Who knows what haunts the lower halls?" [source]

User: "Can a MW Rook have an opportunity to achive Lichdom in the future?Or maybe only a mage Watcher could?" // Sylvia: "So Emmrich managed it, and so did Hezenkoss after she pieced it together from what he told her. So we DO know it's not impossible for any mage to try it. Whether a non-mage could is a very good question. The abilities of the liches are very ill-defined at the moment, so possibly Emmrich meant that promise very literally... But! I'm also not at BW anymore, and at this point this is just my own thoughts, which are very non-binding. (Sorry, that's a lot of words to say "Could be cool, but currently nothing set in stone.")" [source, two, three]

User: "What is Emmrich's preferred tea and how does he have it? Different types for different times of the day?" // Sylvia: "Different types for different times of the day?" I think so, that fits in with his sense of the rhythm of a day. But I'm no tea drinker myself, so I'm happy to let fans imagine what works for them." [source]

User: "Do you have any thoughts about emmrich & marriage proposals, would he prefer to be the one proposing? Or would he be equally excited to be proposed to? Ostentatious, public, private proposal?" // Sylvia: "Re: a proposal, gee. I think he'd be equally excited either way, though he'd prefer it to be a private moment. Somewhere he and Rook can enjoy each other's company and talk about it honestly, just with each other." [source]

User: "1. What was he good at in school besides anatomy? 👀 2. What's his favorite food right now? ✨️👀 3. Did he give Manfred his name himself or did he read the names in the book for Manfred to choose?" // Sylvia: "1. Grasping abstract and metaphysical concepts, and distilling them down into language suited for others, which is handy for both magecraft and professorship. And communing with spirits, so magical control. (I imagine the Watchers prize control greatly, since they work with spirits so closely, they're well aware how dangerous their focus is.) 2. Hrm. Uh...good question. Aside from being vegetarian, I don't think he's a picky eater, but he probably marvels at what a sure and skilled cook Lucanis is. 3. Emmrich likes giving Manfred some (limited, supervised) autonomy. But I think he named his skeleton companion himself." [source, two, three, four]

User: "Did he ever see Manfred as his son?" // Sylvia: "I think consciously, calling Manfred a son seems like one step too far for Emmrich right now, but he's absolutely paternal towards his bright young skeleton child." [source]

Sylvia on Emmrich: "He truly was a team effort. Everyone in level design, cine, art, audio, his voice actor, the other writers and editors contributed greatly to who he is." [source]

User: "Do you think he has a tattoo👀 Maybe a skull or the symbol of the moun watcher" // Sylvia: "I think this is a 'it wasn't shown in game, so I don't want to commit to anything' deal, sorry. (But feel free to imagine whatever you'd like!)" [source]

User: "what subjects did he study well when he was a student?" // Sylvia: "I think probably the same subjects as in the answer to question number 1. Though I do imply in dialogue that the Mourn Watch likes to give its members a well-rounded education in non-magical subjects- history, literature, etiquette etc." [source]

Sylvia: "Hey everyone, I'd like to correct a misassumption I've seen floating around. I saw a few people who saw my name attached to the codex system, and assumed I wrote the bulk of codex entries. That's not true at ALL. Codex writing was split roughly evenly among all the writers. I pitched some style and design suggestions to the narrative team. Then editor Cameron Harris did the actual structure, the docs and training, a lot of the editing, and the importation of all the legacy DAI entries." [source, two]

Sylvia: "Emmrich would be over the moon if Rook wanted to join the Mourn Watch. More time together in the Necropolis!" [source]

User: "From your point of view, do you think Emmrich is jealous? (a little?) I noticed that he liked some things related to the Storm age (he mentions it several times), is that a coincidence or is there a particular reason?" // Sylvia: "-I don't think he's beyond jealousy (few people are!) though it'd depend on the circumstance and what it was about. -Oops! Actual coincidence regarding the repeated mentions of the Storm Age." [source]

User: "1) Did you ever choose the name of the 5th Montilyet sibling? 2) What were the inspirations for her character? 3) If the player doesn't romance her, do you think she'd marry Otranto or would she pass him on to Yvette anyways?" // Sylvia: "1) You know, I never did! It remains unknown. 3) I think Otranto and Yvette are too perfect for each other for them not to get together, so it'd be appropriate if a comedy of errors going on inside the house Montilyet led to that happy outcome if you didn't romance her." [source, two]

User: "Curious how Nevarrans, and specifically Emmrich, would view stuff like Victorian mourning jewelry. Obviously would be horrified by the ones containing ashes, but what about hair? Wondering if it would be seen as special or grotesque!" // Sylvia: "What a good question! I think a lock of hair would be perfectly all right, even romantic. Perhaps a LITTLE bit of bone would be okay, though the actual Mourn Watch wouldn't love breaking up the body. I don't think they'd see keeping a small fragment or such as wrong, just a bit unfortunate." [source]

User: "I love your work and I wanted to thank you. Through how Emmrich is written I’ve realized that dying isn’t an option because there are people that care for me and I would be missed so I’m here and will be Also I wanted to share a song that reminds me of Emmrich’s romance: Deathproof by Graveyard Club" // Sylvia: "Thank you for saying so, Lena, and for sharing that. I'm glad getting to know Emmrich was helpful, even a little, and I hope it continues to be so. And thank you for the song rec! I have a real weakness for synths (may their comeback be eternal) and "You’re nowhere to be found/but you follow me around" is a killer set of lyrics especially." [source, two]

Sylvia on Emmrich: "There was a huge team working on him, and this is just what you hope to hear one day when embarking on making something." [source]

#dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age the veilguard spoilers #dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #bioware #video games #long post #longpost #dragon age: tevinter nights

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alexa-yukiyu · 6 months ago

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Hello! How are you? How's your holidays going? (If they pass at all..) I saw that you write on the Assasination Classroom. can headcanons be with !Teacher reader (gender neutral) and how he teaches children how to kill Koro-sensei. (I apologize for my English and if it's somehow confusing.. I'm not very good at explanations😭)

Scented Assassination ( Class E x teacher!reader)

A/N alright here is my first assasination classroom request! Do check what other fandoms I write for 👀 non-one-piece pieces might get ahead of line just so I don’t overdo myself with just one anime. Regardless I ‘m not sure I feel like there wasen’t enough interaction but let me know what you guys think!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc characters readers alike!

Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

"Alright, that about concludes today's chapter. Please be sure to go over the different kingdoms. I expect you to be able to not only name each Kingdom but also give me a description of each one," Dokucha explained as they closed the book in their hands and put it next to them.

"We will explore the different Phyla of each kingdom next week, so prepare for that as well," They Said as they crossed their legs at the desk they were currently sitting on.

"Now then, what do you guys want to discuss regarding Biological methods for your assassination attempts?"

"Not you, Karma."

"C'mon teach, I thought you were supposed to give everyone a chance to give their opinion," he drawled, an easygoing smirk on his face as he leaned back on his chair.

"You do. You have the right to voice your thoughts, but I'm also voicing my authority as a teacher and saying no. I'm saving us both some time because you used the lesson to prank the main campus again last time."

"I'm pretty sure I saw you laughing too, Teach."

"You have no proof of that," they drawled a sly smile on their face.

"Can't prove it was me either," he replied in a similar manner.

"Moving on, Karma," they dismissed, turning back to the rest of the class

"Anyone else?"

"He's sensitive to smell. Can we do anything with that?" Sugino Suggested

"Scents, huh? Are you going for physical effects or a psychological effect?"

"Uh...Both?" he answered, confused.

"What's the difference? As long as it has an effect, does it matter?" Kimura questioned

"Shame on you; if you don't know how to use a weapon, then you cannot do well with that weapon," they called as they stood up, walked towards the board, grabbed a piece of chalk, made two ovals in the board, and labeled one 'Psychological' followed by 'Physical.'

"Alright! Do any of you know why we are naturally displeased by the smell of rotten flesh?"

"Because it's...Dead?" Okajima tried

"You need to start paying more attention to class; all of you do," they scolded, pointing the chalk in their direction with a disapproving frown on their face.

"Alright! How about this: Do any of you remember what distinguishes the sense of smell from the rest of our senses?"

"The Thalamus does not process it," Okuda softly answered, a barely lifted hand showing as she spoke.

"Right! Good Job, Okuda! Another point for you. This is why you're my favorite," they beamed as they turned to write what the meek girl had said on the board.

"Ha...You're not supposed to have favorites, Miss. Dokucha," Isogai said with a nervous chuckle.

"I'm also not supposed to be teaching you how to kill things, but here we are!

Now, then, when we smell something, it is not only sent to be interpreted but also to the amygdala and Hippocampus, our emotional HQs, which is why we can get nostalgic or have a strong reaction toward a smell.

Going back to the rotten flesh, we have a negative reaction due to evolution, as we have been programmed to associate it with illness and death. So I suppose you weren't wrong, Okajima," she spoke, absentmindedly adding the last part.

"Okajima! One point for you!" they beamed, letting out a chuckle at the over-the-top reaction the latter had at the news.

"Anyway, the point is that you can use smells as a psychological weapon if you manage to find a deep connection that Koro-sensei has to a specific smell; seeing how emotional he is, I'm guessing it should not be hard. Do note that this could only work as a distraction." She prattled, glancing at Nagisa as he scribbled away in his little notebook, likely already finding a connection.

"So what about physical? Can we, like, kill him with a smell?" Nakamura piped up excitedly

"Sorry, but seeing his strong resistance to chemicals, it's unlikely; using smell to have a physical reaction would probably only overwhelm him, stun him possibly, but not kill him. Even if it did, using deadly smells as a weapon is a no-go," they called as they formed an X by crossing their arms as they shook their face.

"You are welcome to use strong-smelling substances and use masks to avoid being affected, but I am not allowing you to use deadly substances; not only are you and your classmates at risk, but it could put bystanders at risk. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Dokucha!" The class answered as they slowly stood up, taking a hold of their belongings as they prepared to leave

"Alright, Class. Have a good afternoon; I will see you tomorrow!"

What do we think? Think I also should have work on that ending a little bit more 🤔

#assasination classroom #assasination classroom x reader #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #karma #yuuma isogai #koro sensei #sugino tomohito #sugino x reader #okajima taiga #okajima x reader #yuuma x reader #isogai x reader #kimura masayoshi #kimura x reader #nagisa shiota #nagisa x reader #teacher

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shrine-of-the-theoi · 2 months ago

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Hi! I'm a beginner to Hellenic Polytheism. I tried to find basics and stuff, but I never talked to Hellenic polytheists.

I wanted to ask about the basics and especially your relationship with fandoms made from greek mythology — Percy Jackson and other. I saw some hate people in those fandoms, and that makes me really unsure of how to worship and also be a part of this religion.

Helloo pal!!

Remember a respectful relationship with the Theoi (Gods). GODS AREN'T THEIR MYTHS. To learn about the Theoi, you can check out theoi.com which is excellent. Also books like Hesiod's Theogeny, Illiad and Homeric hymns. But remember...AVOID OVID AT ALL COSTS PLEASE. Because He's a Roman poet and his poetry was influential during the Renaissance, which included mythification of the Gods. The result of which is fandoms like Percy Jackson. These myths are what makes up "the Greek Mythology". But these myths aren't the gods. To know the Gods, we must clear our mind from these myths first- some of which describes certain Gods and goddesses as "evil".

Start learning about the the history of the Gods. Their are different classes of Gods like Titans, Primordial and Olympians. Check this out in theoi.com Research the offerings you can make. Remember the Gods won't be angry at you unless ofc you do smtg gravely heinous or disrespect any of them. Also numerous offerings are not at all necessary. Just a fresh glass of water everyday is enough if you have problem making regular offerings. You can include candles and incense and that's it the Theoi are content. Advisable to clean and tidy before starting worship- doesn't mean you'll have to take a bath everytime before praying. Just washing your hands is enough. You can offer certain objects to the Gods to enchant them. Like i plan to gave a clawclip to Hera and request her to bless it.

You might stumble across phrases as "working with". Don't worry. If you work or don't work with a certain deity, doesn't mean you're any less. Simple devotion and even that is cherished by the gods. Working with a theoi simply means having assistance of a certain Gods or Goddess to achieve smtg personal. Worshipping...is just fine.

Next, you can use a necklace as a pendulum if tarot and oracle cards isn't an option in receiving guidance or answers from the Theoi. Start recording your research work in journals. Write some poems and prayer. Doesn't have to be flowery. Simple appreciation of the Theoi, their praises, or a request for their guidance can be prayers as well. Good at art? Offer your drawings.

Lastly if you have trouble setting physical shrines or kharis, worry not. Set up digital shrines. For that you can use the "collage" feature of pinterest or draw one in digital art apps. Physical offerings are a trouble? Make digital ones where there's no limitation. Pictures of offerings like fruits, beverages, baked goods and all, animal correspondences, EVERYTHING. You can make a digital shrine blog like this one or create boards on Pinterest for the Theoi and save pictures that you feel like. Acts of services are as much an offering as food. Engage in books for Athena, create something in honour of Hephaestus, learn about herbs and their uses for Apollo, appreciate art for Dionysus, help elders in the name of Hera and Zeus cuz they are the protectors. Take care of yourself for Aphrodite, laugh for Hermes, condemn wrong to the society in the name of Ares. And that's just enough devotion as someone who makes physical offerings. Honour the Theoi in the daily life.

Keep learning, cuz there's no stop to that and always be respectful for its the most important aspect of any religion. Comparing who's stronger, who's good bad...nope!! That's what the ones who read "mythology" do. We? We are not mythology students but devotees. And for us, The THEOI are way more glorious than their itsy bitsy myths. The Theoi aren't their myths and this is an ancient religion and not just mythology.

Hope this helps!! Let me and others here on Tumblr know whenever you need help. You're always welcome. Check out @khaire-traveler , @dionysianivy , @olympianbutch , @wingedfoolnearthesun , @athenaeum-of-the-herald , @atheniangrace , @theoi-of-olympus . Their blogs can be a major help for you as you start off. Khaire 🧿🥀!!!

#hellenic polytheism #helpol #hellenism #hellenic polythiest #asks answered #ask #ask me stuff #glad you asked #hellenic community #hellenic devotion #thanks for the ask!

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abbyslev · 2 years ago

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JUNE BABY PLS I BEG YOU PLS WRITE SOME YELENA SMUT PLS I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE IM TOO FAR GONE I NEED THIS WOMEN TO SLAM ME AGAINST A WALL AND MAKE OUT WITH ME AND LOVE ME AND PUNCH ME AND MAKE ME HER WIFE AND SPIT IN MY FACE AND NEVER LET ME GO PLS I BEG YOU PLS IM SO DESPERATE PLS

𝑭𝑶𝑪𝑼𝑺- 𝒀𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑨 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

A/N: the craziest part is that no one gets my love for yelena like lea does. @lejayooo GETS IT. SO GOOD. i wrote this for her bc i love her and ofc i need to feed into our delusions TOGETHER??? THIS WAS INSPIRED BY LANA TOO LIKE THE WAY I WOULD LET YELENA FOLD ME IN HALF AND DESTROY ME??? I HOPE ALL OF YOU ENJOY OK IM GONNA GO FANGIRL W LEA NOW OK GUYS

WARNINGS: pure smut bro

Your name left her mouth once again, an annoyed sigh from your mouth leaving as you looked up.

“I need you to focus.” Professor Yelena gave you a stern smile before pointing to the board. “Answer.” She added. Your cheeks turned red, your ears hot. You had been thinking about Professor Yelena's long fingers touching you in such soft ways, mouth meeting yours as your hands tangled themselves in her soft hair. You practically dropped at the thought.

“I- uhm…i’m not sure.” You cleared your throat as you could feel the stares of your peers. “Like yesterday? And the day before that?” Yelena shook her head, sucking her teeth. You look down, picking at your fingers. “Stay after class.” She let out a soft chuckle before turning back to her lesson.

This must have been the longest lesson in the world. You couldn’t stop thinking about how badly she was going to scold you, how she was going to shame you for your skills. You bite your tongue, the people around you moving as Yelena yelled out what pages to read tonight. You stuff your bag with your belongings before slowly dragging yourself to her desk, a shy smile on your face.

Yelena waved off her last student before turning to you. She walked past you, opening the door to her office. She extended an arm out, letting you go in first. You stood there shyly as she removed her coat, rolling up her sleeves.

My god, her long, pale veiny arms made you practically drool again. You tore your eyes away from her arms, looking at her exposed collarbones, wishing nothing more than to kiss them. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Yelena chuckled, tapping her head.

“Erm, nothing. Just a hard time focusing.” You lied. “I think not. You seem to have a perfect score in every single class, so why is mine the issue? You passed Zoë’s class easily enough last year.” Yelena sat down, typing on her computer. “I don’t like this book. I only like books that i’m interested in.” You lied. “You told Zoë you loved anything by this author, which is why I chose it. Is that an issue?” Yelenas brows furrowed.

You stayed quiet, eyes wide. Why would she ever pick anything you liked? She didn’t even know you last year. “This is your major, I expect more from you. You did pretty well up until a while ago.” Yelena rested one hand on her chin, her cold eyes trailing down your body.

Yeah, that was a couple of months before you started realizing how hot she was, before you started thinking unimaginable things about her.

“Zoë says you’re perfect, I was really expecting that kind of participation in my class.” Yelena smiled. “I just have a lot going on right now.” You say quickly. “Want to talk about it? It stays between us.” Yelena gave you another warm smile. “I’m ok. Thank you.” What else were you supposed to say? How you want her to fuck you so bad?

“Well, come here, i want to show you some alternative assignments, maybe we can get that C to a B.” Yelena waved you over. Oh my god, were you really about to be right next to your hot professor?

You sit next to her, body stiff. She smelled like cologne. You inhaled deeply, trying not to be obvious. You were so close to touching her. Yelena spread her legs, her knee touching yours. Neither of you moved. “You could write me a six hundred word essay on this book. Unless you’d rather just read it with us.” Yelena looked over at you.

She noticed your stiff body, your hands slightly shaking as you avoided eye contact with her. “I can just read.” You blurted out. “What, sweetheart?” Yelenas brows furrowed again. SWEETHEART? Your heart pounded, eyes shooting to the floor. Her hand lifted your chin up, forcing you to look at her. “Answer.” She whispered, leaning in.

You squeeze your legs, lips parting a bit as Yelena leaned in, thumb playing with your lower lip. “I can read.” You whispered back. “Good.” Yelena kissed you, hand softly caressing your jaw. You embarrassingly whimpered, holding her wrist. Yelena brought you into her lap, hands massaging your thighs.

She kissed your neck, nose tickling your neck. “Is this what you think about?” Yelena played with your waistband, holding a fistful of your hair, making you look at her. “Tell me what you think about, baby.” Yelena brought your lips down to hers. “I think about your fingers inside of me. I think abou- fuck.” You throw your head back as Yelena squeezed your breasts.

Yelena helped you pull off your pants, pushing you on her desk. “I always think about you. How you’re mine. Not Zoë’s dirty little pet, you’re mine.” Yelena shoved her fingers in your mouth. You drooled all over them, face pouting as your legs shook. Yelena tapped your clit softly before starting to do slow circles.

Your nails gripped the edge of the desk, eyebrows furrowing as Yelena slowly sank a finger in you. You close your legs, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Yelena's free hand tugged on your shirt. You threw it off, hands locking around Yelena’s neck. Yelena kissed you, fingers pumping in and out of you and her thumb continued to circle your clit.

“You get all embarrassed when I call on you, do you like that? Do you like that I think about punishing you when you’re wrong?” Yelena mumbled in your ear, fingers quickening with every word. “Yes, fuck, yes!” You scream, your head laid in between her shoulder and neck, teeth sinking into Yelena’s shoulder, quiet pleads leaving your mouth.

You rock your hips upwards, hoping for more. Yelena pressed your body down with her cold hand, shaking her head. “Please,” You look at her. Yelena ran the same hand down your face, softly caressing your bottom lip. She kissed you softly, capturing your bottom lip between her teeth.

You grasped Yelena's upper arm, feeling the soft curve of her muscles. She could feel you about to cum. “Beg for it.” She slowed her pace, pressing her forehead against yours. “P-please, professor.” You try to keep your shaking legs open. “Please what?” Yelena kissed the corner of your mouth, tongue tracing your lips. “Please let me-shit!” Your fingers dig into her back. Your nails scratch her soft skin, decorating her pale skin with your red love marks.

“I wanna hear you, pretty.” Yelena watched as you moaned out loud, lips quivering as you called out her name. “How bad do you want it?” Yelena hummed. “S-so bad! Bad!” You shut your eyes. Yelena slapped your face, hand grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you forward.

“Look at me when I'm talking to you.” Yelena mumbled. That sets you off. Your legs gave in, chest collapsing as loud, breathy moans left your lips and hands tangling themselves in her hair, forehead against Yelena’s, your cum all over her desk.

She helped you come down, pushing your hair out of your face. “You’re a mess.” She chuckled as she handed you your bottoms. “Thanks to you.” You sit there for a moment. “Do you really think of me that way?” Yelena traced soft circles on your inner thigh. You blushed, pushing her hand off.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed now.” She caressed your cheek, leaning down to your level. She pressed a soft kiss on your lips. You pull away, standing up. “What?” Yelena smiled. You kiss her one more time before opening her door. “I’ll see you tomorrow after class.” You smile, shutting the door behind you.

#attack on titan #yelena snk #yelena x reader #yelena x you #yelena attack on titan #snk yelena #yelena smut #yelena headcanons #yelena #yelena aot #aot x reader #aot smut

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ocean-blue-orchids · 6 months ago

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What if Azul was visited by three spirits of Christmas? I present to you…

A Twst-mas Carol!

This was supposed to be uploaded bi daily for the next week or so. It might not stick to the schedule but I am currently in the middle of finals so…

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This was just too easy. Such an uncommon chance for students to fix their grades right after the testing season, but with the caveat that one would have to study over the winter break? To most students, it would be impossible to achieve this while also visiting home and celebrating the holiday season.

Fortunately, Azul had no such frivolities to take up his valuable time.

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Chapter One: Skully’s Ghost

“Skully is dead, to begin with. Although you may have been able to tell that if you paid attention to the uniform he’s wearing.”

Professor Trein drew his student’s attention to the image projected on the classroom wall. The pale, grinning student seemed to be matching everyone’s gaze, as if he were one of the school’s enchanted paintings.

A gloved hand shot up in the air, and Trein nodded towards him.

“The uniform he’s wearing is one of the oldest types ever used. If I recall correctly, this uniform is so old that it wouldn’t have a magic pen holster.”

“Excellent, Riddle. You are correct. Skully was a student at NRC back in the…”

As Riddle took a moment to quietly preen himself for his in depth answer, the silver haired classmate next to him tuned out the lesson’s introduction as he added “create extra unit study guide” to his daily checklist.

He snapped back into focus as Trein began to write on the chalkboard. The words read: “Bonus Quiz: 1/13”. A few students groaned or let out a sound of discontent, drawing an icy stare from Professor Trein.

“I certainly hope I am not hearing students complain about my generosity. You must be aware that there are some of you who desperately need a bump in their grades to start off the new year. I have even themed it to a holiday, of sorts. It will be festive to learn about the life of such an influential figure, I assure you.”

A brown haired student raised his hand in polite protest.

“Professor, do you really mean January thirteenth? That's the day after we get back from break.”

“It is. My gift to you this year is that it won't be on the twelfth. Do not make me rethink this.”

Azul interjected with such a polite tone that Trein hardly noticed him speak out of turn.

“Thank you for giving us some grace, Professor. May I ask what format the quiz will be in?”

Trein nodded and turned to the board to continue writing test details. As he did, Azul began writing on a new page, titling it “Bonus Quiz Study Sheet: Draft #1”. He felt a grin tug at his face. This was just too easy. Such an uncommon chance for students to fix their grades right after the testing season, but with the caveat that one would have to study over the winter break? To most students, it would be impossible to achieve this while also visiting home and celebrating the holiday season.

Fortunately, Azul had no such frivolities to take up his valuable time.

And if any desperate student were to return to campus and realize they were sorely unprepared for the quiz, they would know who to come grovelling-er, requesting help to.

Sometimes, he felt like NRC was just made for him to run his business in.

As he packed his books after class, he overheard two students talking under the general chatter of the classroom. It wouldn’t have piqued his interest, but he heard his name being said.

“Figures that Azul would be all suck up to Trein just because he assigned homework for the break. That scrooge wouldn’t know holiday spirit if it smacked him in the face…”

“Really? I mean, I know he’s a suck up, but what’s he got against Christmas?”

“You don’t know? Dude, last year h-”

The boy who was speaking was hushed by his companion, who had noticed that the classroom was now too quiet to brazenly gossip with the subject of your tale in the room. He must be the one with a brain cell, Azul assumed.

Azul played the fool as he left the classroom, pretending he hadn’t been eavesdropping. It seemed to work, as he heard a small sigh of relief when he was further from the door.

It was almost too easy to fool the students here sometimes. After all, Azul was an expert in pretending not to hear someone slander his name.

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Christmastime was always extremely busy on the Night Raven College campus, and no day was busier than the early afternoon of Christmas Eve. Between dorm celebration preparations and the unfortunate students stuck studying for a final on the last possible day they could have one, the air was just as electrified as the lights strung up around campus as the sun neared its highest point in the sky.

Not that anyone in the Mostro Lounge had any time to leave their dorm and see the sun. As the premiere studying destination for students on crunch time, today was almost as busy as their Black Friday sale, back when Azul had given what he viewed as absurdly generous price cuts such as five dollars off of an appetizer.

The kitchen was buzzing with workers trying to get out orders to match the pace they were receiving them, and part of that process was the underappreciated work of the dishpit. At least, Ernesto thought they were underappreciated. Even with the overtime hours he managed to get working at the Mostro Lounge, he still had to pick up shifts at Sam’s shop to make ends meet.

“Jeez, what’s got you all frowny? I thought you’d be happy that we got a longer shift today.”

Ernesto’s newest partner in crime, Ruggie Buuchi, was passing washed plates to him to dry them off. Although the two hadn’t been coworkers for long, they had been getting along pretty well, and working the dishpit like a well oiled machine. And as for their small talk…well, game recognizes game, and griping about your boss would never go out of style.

“Yeah, it definitely helps…just not looking forward to the break. I mean, aren’t you gonna miss the revenue?”

Ruggie gave Ernesto a toothy grin.

“See, that’s where you and I differ, Honest-”

“Shhhh! It’s Ernesto now. Legally.”

Ernesto looked around to make sure no one had heard Ruggie before letting him continue.

“Right, right. Anyway, ‘Ernesto’, you aren’t part of a dorm where the Christmas party is funded by a literal prince~! The feast is good, but the leftovers are better.”

“Ughhh…lucky. You know, if anyone in Ramshackle had known in advance about the whole Christmas tradition stuff you guys do, we could have scorned up some gifts for the exchange…”

“Do you even know what types of gifts the dorms swap with each other tomorrow?”

“Uh…cash and checks?”

“Shehehe…I always forget that you’re only as knowledgeable as a freshie when it comes to how we operate here. You know how all of the dorms are always trying to one up each other in any way possible?”

“Yes, I-ohhhh. I see…”

“Bingo. The gifts the dorms give out to every other dorm have to be even more extravagant than their competition. That is the spirit of the season here at NRC. Last year, Scarabia literally gave out gold bars and rubies. Although I hear that Jamil put the kibosh on that this year.”

“Hmmm…thanks for the intel, Ruggie. Maybe I’ll see about working the Octavinelle Christmas party this year. I would have to miss the holiday, but it would all be worth it if I can-mpfgh?”

Ruggie slapped a moderately clean dish towel over Ernesto’s mouth as a certain half of Octavinelle’s infamously dynamic duo seemed to materialize behind them.

“Shark Sucker and Dreamfish~! What’cha talkin about?”

Floyd Leech leaned over Ruggie as he seemed to make himself comfortable at the loss of his coworkers’ personal space. Ernesto shot a confused look at Ruggie, as if to ask “Doesn’t he do most of the cooking? Why is he here?”. Ruggie seemed to get the confusion, returning his silent question with a shrug and speaking to the eel hovering above him.

“We were just talking about our plans for over the break.”

“That’s right! In fact, you have perfect timing, Floyd. I was just going to ask if you needed any assistance for Octavinelle’s Christmas part-mphh!”

Ernesto couldn’t hear it, but Floyd caught Ruggie mumble “Laugh with me” under his breath, and cast it on Ernesto. The pair both had a hand covering their mouths now, although Ernesto looked fairly confused, trying his best to tug at his rouge limb.

“Ohhh…fresh meat doesn’t know about how we operate here, huh. Thing is, Dreamfish, we don’t do the whole ‘Last day on campus and week before Christmas’ celebration here. No party. Ain’t that right!?”

Floyd turned to the guppies scurrying around in the kitchen, barking his question at them and receiving a dozen “Yes, Chef!”s in return. He grinned.

“Ahhhh…that’s always so funny.”

Floyd finally stood up to his full height, stretching and allowing Ruggie more room to breathe without being loomed over.

“I’m sure ya get the picture, yeah? Ruggie, keep the fresh meat in line…no more Christmas talk. Not good for the dishes.”

Despite his nonsensical words, the expression Floyd held on his face was more than enough persuasion for Ruggie to give a thumbs up-which Ernesto then unwillingly copied. Floyd seemed satisfied with this, and went back to his station to cook up a storm.

Ruggie let out a sigh of relief, releasing Ernesto from his hold.

“What the fu-n things…was that all about?”

“Real smooth there, pal. And it…look, you don’t wanna know. And you should know by now that probing too far into Octavinelle matters is an easy way to get zapped, squeezed, or disappeared.”

“Very funny.”

“Not joking.”

Ernesto looked at Ruggie with concern, but Ruggie was already back to washing dishes. He handed Ernesto a tray of clean utensils and plates and grabbed one of his own.

“Whaddya say we go reset some of the tables?”

“Get out of here before a certain someone has another mood swing? Yes please.”

As they walked out into the front and started resetting dirty tables, Ernesto tried to redirect their conversation.

“So, outside of…impossible things, do you know anywhere a guy can get some extra cash over the break? Like a part time gig or something?”

“Oh my, is one of our valued employees considering other lines of work?”

Ruggie and Ernesto’s tails both straightened up as they heard the distinctly polished tone of their employer.

“And during our busy winter season as well…whatever would we do to cover the gap he would leave…”

Ruggie grimaced as he mumbled to Ernesto.

“Double trouble. Play. Nice.”

The pair slowly pivoted to face Azul and Jade. The latter was currently holding a stack of library books that covered everything below his eyes, yet his suspiciously saccharine smile could still be felt through the pages.

“Boss-man, vice-boss-man, how’d your finals go?”

“They went well. What’s this about making extra income during the winter break?”

Azul smiled at Ruggie with all the warmth of an electric candle, instantly deflecting his attempt to redirect the conversation. Ernesto played as much charm as he could in his own expression before answering.

“Well…of course I don’t want to quit this wonderful job you gave me, Ashengrotto. I just was trying to see if there was some low level thing I could pick up over the break, since Mostro Lounge closes when the student body goes home. You can never work hard enough, you know…?”

Ernesto gave a somewhat forced laugh, which Azul thankfully added on to.

“Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything less from an…enterprising individual such as yourself! Well, as I am always trying to help my employees the way our beloved Sea Witch would help those around her, I suppose I could check with Crowly about any maintenance needed over the break. I’m sure I could convince him to work with me…”

“Really? That would be a lifesaver, honestly-”

“...so long as I receive a cut of the profits as well. Perhaps…50%?”

“Wh-but-...50%?! You can’t be serious!”

“I most certainly am, Ernesto. I doubt that he would offer a job such as this to just anyone without a recommendation, and I’m quite sure that he would not be interested in giving someone with your…”

Azul traced a hand around Jade’s eye, circling the spot where wood had once grown out from under his skin, a reminder of just how little bargaining room Ernesto had at NRC.

“...track record, an important task such as the campus’ maintenance over the break. This would be in both of our best interests.”

Ernesto gritted his teeth, fangs pressing into his lip.

“I…didn’t want to have to tell you this, but…Gidel isn’t doing so hot lately. He’s got some sorta sickness, and the cold weather is not helping…if I could get some extra money saved up, I could try and figure something out for him. I already can’t get the kid any Christmas gifts, and I won’t be there for him tomorrow morning as is, and I…I…uh…”

As Azul’s gaze turned icy enough to cause even Jade’s eyes to turn away at just the word “Christmas”, Ernesto quickly realized exactly who was responsible for the lack of holiday festivities in Octavinelle.

“Uh…by that, I just mean-”

“You’re truly pushing my generous spirit, Ernesto. Once again, I must remind you that I was almost down two excellent employees because of your antics, and yet I still employed you here in my own pride and joy. If you must find a cure for what I doubt is more than an exaggerated case of the common cold, perhaps you can implore Rollo to use his finely honed botany skills and grow you a basic cure. I will see you here, tomorrow morning, for your shift. Be grateful that I’m still keeping you on for it. Jade?”

Jade nodded at Azul, and the two made their exit into the dormitory’s housing area. As they did, Ruggie and Ernesto’s posture finally returned to normal. Ernesto seemed particularly deflated as he returned to working, his tail almost brushing in between his legs at one point. They worked in silence for another half hour before heading to the back. Ruggie was taking off for the day, while Ernesto was taking his unpaid lunch break. As they adjusted their hours on their timesheets, Ruggie finally spoke again.

“…for what it’s worth, good luck with Gidel.”

“Thanks…good luck with your pack back home.”

“…Thanks.”

With their attempts at merriments exchanged, Ruggie took off his apron and headed out to help with Savannaclaw’s final preparations.

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Azul considered himself a very fortunate student. Every other Housewarden was likely up right now, scurrying around their dorm in preparation for tomorrow’s activities. If not them, then their poor classmates. Meanwhile, he had spent his afternoon quietly studying, making a guide on this Skully student and his impact on Twisted Wonderland. He had to admire his drive, and his ability to show the world how to celebrate a holiday.

“If only everyone would understand how ridiculous this holiday is…then we would be getting somewhere. Humbug, all of it…”

Azul wasn’t quite sure if that word was in style nowadays, but he made a point of trying out new human words whenever he could.

Azul signed contentedly as he sunk into his pillows and blankets, putting a sleep mask over his eyes to simulate the darkness of the ocean he once spent every night in. He had always enjoyed letting the sounds of his dormitory lull him to sleep after a long day of work. They were the same ones he had enjoyed since childhood. The swoosh of the current, the way the kelp and seaweed would rub together, the sounds of chains clanking against each other…

Wait.

He shifted in bed, tossing to another side.

“Mmm…not quite right. Come on…almost showtime now…”

That's not right, is it? No, he was certainly hearing the sounds of chains being dragged along something. And…a voice, as well. He shut his eyes tighter still. This had to be a dream, so no use in opening them, yes.

“Ahh. There we go, put this one over on this side and-WOAH-”

The sound of more chains falling onto the ground, and a loud thud. Azul shot up in bed, grabbing his magical pen from underneath his pillow and pointing it at the darkness.

“Who’s there?”

Silence. Azul narrowed his eyes, longing for the limbs he would use underwater to see into the darkness ahead of him. He had dealt with some students attempting to steal his valuables in the dead of night, but never someone entering his personal quarters like this.

“I heard you before. I know that you’re here…”

Getting no response once again, Azul cast a spell to illuminate his room and locate the intruder. The visage he saw startled him into dropping his pen, leaving the room just lit enough for him to see an extremely tall, lanky man grinning ghoulishly at him. The man wore an outfit that lacked color, and shades that covered his eyes completely. If Azul squinted, he almost thought that he could see through him. What's more, he was covered in rows of chains that seemed to bind him to the floor…specifically, one of the books Jade had obtained for Azul that evening. Azul looked at the ghost once more and sat up straighter, his eyes widening.

“You…this can’t be possible…”

The ghost sighed, pinching his forehead.

“No, no, that’s not right. Close your eyes, we’re doing this again. I need to strike fear into you.”

“You’re doing an excellent job of that, I can assure you.”

“You don’t get it! This is hardly the type of introduction a story like this deserves…do you at least recognize me?”

“I certainly do…you…you are Skully, aren’t you? The student from our lesson today?”

Skully seemed to brighten at the recognition, slowly moving over to Azul’s bedside and bowing to him.

“What a sharp mind, as always! I would kiss your hand, if not for these chains holding me down.”

“I would truly prefer that you not do that. Are you perhaps lost? This isn’t Ramshackle, you know.”

Skully’s laugh was that of bones clattering together cheerily. It sent a shiver up Azul’s spine.

“Of course I know where Ramshackle is! Not that I could go there…nor do I want to, at least, not tonight! Tonight…”

He leaned forward, body and chains towering over Azul.

“Tonight, I’m here for you, Azul~!”

Azul did his best to maintain his composure, locking eyes with Skully as his glasses slipped down, revealing reddish orange pupils.

“I am here to save you, Azul! For I was once like you, set in my ways about how to celebrate the spirit of a holiday. So set in my ways, that I ended up hurting some dear friends of mine. These chains, Azul, they are the manifestation of those that I hurt in my callousness. Each link, a regret that I hold.”

Azul looked at the chains again, processing Skully’s words. It was then that he noticed an all too familiar substance coating the chains, dripping black ink down onto the floor. His heart stopped for a moment.

“What…is that?”

Skully’s demeanor stiffened a touch as he rubbed some of the blot between his fingers.

“I think you know exactly what this is. And I know that you’re smart enough to put two and two together.”

For once, Azul did not have any protest or accusation for his ghostly visitor. The air was still…until Skully seemed to snap back into a more lightheated tone.

“I also know that you do not hold the spirit of christmas in your heart, Azul! In fact, your heart is two sizes too sm-no. Wait. I have this mixed up. One moment!”

Skully laughed nervously, turning his back to Azul (who was currently double checking his heartbeats) and summoning a book. He frantically flipped through its pages, searching for something, although Azul could not tell what it was that he was looking for.

“Come on…oh, I hope Jack isn’t watching this right now…embarrassing…”

Azul tried to focus on seeing through Skully’s body in order to see what he was reading. He could almost make out the words on the back cover.

“Does that say…Christmas Storybook Collection-”

“NO IT DOESN’T-”

Skully snapped the book closed as it poofed away into the air.

“Ignore that. Don’t worry about it. You should be more worried about the spirits that are going to visit you tonight, after all.”

Azul was about to inquire about the book again, but stopped once Skully mentioned the prospect of even more unwelcome visitors.

“More spirits? What is the reason for this pestering? Did someone curse me?”

“I prefer to call it haunting. And of course not! This is a gift, Azul. Without…what was the phrase..ah, yes!”

Skully leaned closer again, his voice gaining an eerie tremble.

“Without their visits, you cannot hope to shun the path I tread!”

Azul scoffed.

“This is nonsense. Why would my lack of festive spirit doom me to a fate such as yours?”

“That’s a spoiler. I can’t tell you that yet! Just know that you must expect the first visitor when the clock chimes one…one…one…one…..”

As Skully’s body faded out of vision, his voice faded into an echo.

Azul huffed, readjusting his sleepwear and lying back down.

“Ghosts…festive spirit…humbug…”

He heard a highly pitched squeal, similar to that of Idia’s when he would watch his favorite idol group during their club meetings.

“He really is a prototypical Scrooge! I can’t believe I get to “A Christmas Carol” someone…! Oh, Jack would be so proud of me…so Christmassy for him, but so dark, gothic, and somber for me, what a beautifully dreary-”

Azul cleared his throat.

“I can still hear you. That makes it rather hard to fall back asleep.”

“Oh! I’ll be quiet then. Just remember…when the clock strikes oneeeeee…….”

Azul groaned in annoyance.

“Hu-mmm….”

He wanted to say humbug, but he stopped after the first syllable. The day had already been tiring, and this ghostly visitor only increased his exhaustion. He felt himself sink into what should have been a pleasant slumber, but a smile did not grace his face for even a moment.

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #twst #christmas carol #a twstmas carol #skully j graves #I hope my one skully mutual approves of this or I will be embarrassed #I also hope my muppet Christmas carol sibling approves of this #floyd leech #jade leech #fellow honest #ernesto foulworth

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sweetestgirlintown111 · 8 months ago

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henry winter x reader

authors note: I decided to write for Henry Winter as way to get him out of my system, and this is the byproduct. While reading this please keep in mind that it's my first time publishing my work and that English isn't my first language that said of course, feedback is always appreciated so if you have any notes feel free to point them out in the notes or in my asks box. about the story, this won't be following the exact plot or timeline of the book, it's an academic rivals to lovers trope, I have 5 chapters written already and I think it safe to say that it is more of a slow burn, somethings id like to point out is that this fic handles the themes of Catholicism directly and child sexual abuse within it in an indirect manner so if you are uncomfortable with these topics I'd advise you to refrain from reading, of course, content warnings will be present to individual chapters including these topics, also there will be swearing, and I haven't yet decided if there will be smut in this piece, also in this fic I wont be using (Y/N) or any names for my character I also try to refrain from physical descriptions although female pronouns and anatomy are used. lastly, if you think this piece isn't for you please feel free to reach out and send prompts for one-shots or if you would like scenarios or ideas to include in this series, thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy!

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Henry, stoic, cold, luring Henry. like a fire luring in moths, we were all ready to do as he pleased, convinced that in some way he always knew better. Maybe he did, maybe that's why all seven of us were so complaint, but me -I was so beyond them in that aspect I was fascinated with Henry Winter I would've gone happily to my demise if he ordered me to if it meant that he would be pleased with me.

I first saw Henry at Julian's office, before lessons had started I was there to ask for a schedule since I hadn't got one -the process of signing in to his class was very hard in itself but Julian was an old friend of my mom which was the main reason I got accepted- he was sitting on a couch listening to something Julian was saying that I unknowingly interrupted. he seemed huge at first glance tall with broad shoulders and hair so dark in contrast to the paleness of his skin and the shine of his blue eyes framed with a pair of old-fashioned round thick glasses, he was beautiful that much could be said. but he was also uninterested his glance almost dismissive that look he gave me the same look he’d give me plenty of times after that- a look that made me feel tiny which in comparison to him I was, and so naturally I made him the center of my life at the time. it wasn't so estranged of me to pick the one thing that I couldn't have easily and dig my claws into it, after all, I loved a challenge except this time I wouldn't be able to decide who won if either.

Ancient Greek, this dead language, so esoteric, so elite that naturally I gravitated towards it. at ten its hard to stand out -especially when going to an elite boarding school in the middle of Sweden, everyone's daddy was crazy rich, all the kids had ponies, and all the girls went to the best ballet academies thus nothing materialistic could make you special, so developing an obsessive interest in ancient and dead languages was not only sure to make you stand out but also get you the praise of your teachers, all the while being hard enough that any competition would give up on their own. so it became my niche, my specialty- and by the time I finished high school, it was an easy choice to go to Hampden, seeking an exclusive course of studies with a class of six other students.

although I always strove to stand out academically, I was never as bright socially, usually feeling more fitted with my translations, and maybe in my younger teens, it saddened me, to watch my classmates playing and having so much fun together, and not being able to join- not because they wouldn't let me but because I couldn't let myself. but that envy quickly faded, when plying around turned into partying, sex, heartbreak, and filthy drugs. not that I didn't indulge in substances from time to time, but it was never the cheap stuff and never on school grounds. and so that's how my teens came and were spent, books during school and books -with a little bit of drugs- during whatever break that would send me home.

Back to Hampden, our first class Julian gave us the time to get to know each other and get familiar with one another, going in i'd figured that Henry was the guy I had met earlier- and he had a friend that came with him, Edmund everyone called him Bunny, very chatty which was a striking difference to henry. Two other students were twins a boy, Charles, quite handsome, and the female version, Camilla, they were both boyish and had the same mannerisms they also both had slight southern accents. And then there was Francis, redheaded, tall scrawny, and very stylish indeed and seemed very friendly and inviting and lastly, there was Richard a Californian, quiet and shy. meeting with them was easy enough that it didn't feel dreadful and I quite enjoyed their company, being a bunch of weirdos I felt welcomed in a way, the time was spent discussing literature, ancient scriptures, and civilizations. they all seemed to know enough about the Greeks, Henry, in particular, made it clear that he was above them all when it came to knowing the ancient culture, for the first time in my life I felt like I was on par with someone in knowledge and for the first time as well I didn't feel threatened.

classes with Julian were what any seasoned student would want, he was challenging and inspiring, but having Henry as a competitor wasn't easy, while I was excited about the competition he never held back and it felt like it wasn't just academics we were fighting over but rather something else, the praise of Julian mainly, and I wasn't going to hold back either. I couldn't, even if I wanted to, my whole life the only thing that inspired me to work harder and be smarter was the validation of my teachers, being that I went to boarding school and didn't have the strongest relationship with either of my parents, id turn to whichever adult that would spare me the attention and more often than not they were my teachers, so no I wasn't going to let him have the praise of Julian our only instructor, I wasn't going to make it easy for him.

at first, it started as banter in the middle of class -correcting each other's quotes, racing to answer Julian's questions faster- but later on in the semester as it was clear that we were academically equal, it would turn into pure unfiltered hate. And Henry Winter would make sure that I never forget any of my flaws, ever.

#henry winter fanfic #henry winter x reader #henry winter #the secret history #tsh #tsh donna tartt #donna tartt #richard papen #francis abernathy #camilla macauley #charles macaulay #bunny corcoran

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eArc Review: The Incandescent, by Emily Tesh - Reflections On Private High School

5/5 stars 400 pages contains: demon magic; private school shenanigans; workplace romance but like. Ethical. And also gay!!! out on June 3rd!

Thank you to Tor for providing me with an ARC in exchange for an honest review!

I was so excited to read this book!

I’ve been a big fan of Emily Tesh since I read her Greenhollow Duology. That was one of the novella series that really put me in the mindset of reading as many novellas as possible — which is now my whole personality. So, truly: me and Emily Tesh are best friends! I was quick to read her debut novel, Some Desperate Glory, which got a lot of very deserved critical praise.And I was excited to read The Incandescent — especially because it was comped with Naomi Novik’s Scholomance trilogy, which is one of my favorites!

I was also looking forward to Tesh’s disruption of my expectations. Every single Emily Tesh book is completely different. Like I wrote in my review of Some Desperate Glory, from reading the Greenhollow Duology, folklore and romance-heavy episodic novellas, you would imagine something of what Emily Tesh likes to write. But she did a 180 and dropped a military sci-fi, complete with spaceships, alternate universes, and aliens. And there’s one more surprise waiting for you — whatever you think the story is going to be about, Tesh is going to flip it over your head. It’s about to be about something else entirely.

Similarly, I went into The Incandescent with an expectation of what the plot was going to be. That happens when you read a lot of genre fiction and get used to the genre conventions (and there’s nothing wrong with it!). I guess I forgot about Tesh’s predispositions to surprise me! The synopsis promises the magic school trope, but in a contemporary preppy English boarding school. And we don’t follow the children, but the Director of Magic, Dr. Walden. She’s a very talented magician, a workaholic, and has complicated relationships to the demons that make up this world’s magic system.The thorn on her side is an Awesome Hot Magic Demon Fighter Lady who’s in charge of the security of the school. And now they have to work together to face a massive threat living underneath the school…

I won’t spoil it by telling you what the twist is. But I will say that, although I thought the pacing was great, it’s a lot less action-heavy than that synopsis might imply. There’s a lot of reflecting on the role of schooling in a child’s life, and the impact individual educators have on them. The setting also leads us to the unavoidable discussion of privilege (which, although very present, isn’t the main focus of the story), especially along the lines of race and class.

What I thought was more striking, though, was how Tesh approaches the “two worlds” inside a school. For the students, Tesh writes, the school is their whole world. Boarding schools, especially, are bubbles for their students. It’s where they live, where they see all their friends, and where they learn. But, for the staff and for the faculty, the school is their workplace. Although boarding school adults live there too, their relationship to that space and that community is very different than a student.

It’s kind of embarrassing to admit, but this analysis was an epiphany for me — and I’ve been in school my entire life. As a college junior, I’m a fairly recent high school graduate. And I went to a similarly preppy private school with a heavy legacy and a lot of rich classmates. The school was my whole world, and when I left, it was a bit of a shock — a positive one, to be honest. It kinda sucked over there. But I’m embarrassed to say I never considered how my teachers saw the same space I saw. The Incandescent made me think about them — how did they see themselves, and how did they see me?

The title of the book comes from its epigraph, which waxes about the “adolescent incandescent”. Throughout the story, Walden is frequently in awe of her students’, of their potential and their intelligence. I guess I never thought teachers had opinions about their students, but now it’s obvious that of course they do. I never thought teachers fought amongst themselves, or that – oh MY GOD – they dated each other, or something. As an adult, with my own coworkers to speak of, I found myself returning to my high school teachers and imagining them in their teacher’s lounge. Who did they absolutely hate, and who did they hope to run into every workday?

Similarly, I was touched by the appreciation Tesh (and Dr. Walden) have for the staff of the school — from secretaries to custodial and maintenance staff. Schools this size are the devil (no pun intended) to run, as the book evidences. The nitty gritty is often the worst of it, which obviously includes making sure all the smart boards or whatever the fuck are working, and that the kids aren’t clogging up every toilet at once. When I was in high school, I remember the maintenance, custodial and secretarial staff being huge presences in our lives. Some of them were mythical, like Dona Eneida, who had been at school for ages and who controlled everything (she once checked over my shoulder when I told her there was an issue with a test’s alternatives, and it was terrifying). Some of them were the nicest and just took care of us, like Seu Luís. I have a video I took on my last Monday at the school — right on the cusp of graduating. It’s a first person POV of me and my best friend walking out for the last time on a Monday. Why I thought this was significant to videotape, I can’t say, but I’m glad I did. It was nice looking back. A prominent figure in the video is Gil, a security guard who was standing by the exits and watching over us leaving the school. He couldn’t have been more than 25. In the video, we cheer when we see him and we ask if he’s feeling better after being out sick. These people were staples of our daily lives and they watched out for us every day as we went in and out of the school. It’s a sad thing to realize how little credit they get for doing what they do.

But Tesh is firm with the idea that “every child is every adult’s responsibility”. She shows us point blank how actively adults (all of them) in schools are involved in caretaking. How they go “above and beyond” what is literally in their job descriptions to create healthy environments and to take care of the children. And I guess I never really realized anyone was taking care of me.

This, I think, was the best time for me to read this book. As college graduation rapidly approaches, – oh my GOD – I think I’m at the moment where I stop being a kid. Now I’m a (mostly) grown adult. I’m supposed to get a big girl job, and pay even more taxes, and – fuck. – deal with insurance or whatever. All things I’ve been doing for a while, but now it’s for real. And this moment really does give you some perspective. I’m at the age where a lot of my teachers and staff members at the school were when they started their career paths. Now children and teens are my responsibility, just as I used to be these people’s. And Tesh’s The Incandescent is a lovely way to come full circle. No matter how many terrible memories I have of my (endless) days at Brazilian Private School, Tesh has helped me to see that, all that time, I was being watched over. And y’know, there wasn’t an actual demon living beneath the school, but we did come real close to a metaphorical one.

So, today I guess I’m grateful for all the adults that kept me from getting (metaphorically, and maybe literally a couple of times) eaten. Thank you for showing me wonderful things. I promise I’ll remember them for a long time.

#earc review #fantasy books #fantasy reads #queer fantasy books #queer lit #emily tesh #the incandescent #some desperate glory #book reviews #booklr #private school #sorry this is more me being all reflective than a review #sorry tor #lila's standalone review #lila's arc review

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atopvisenyashill · 11 months ago

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Why do you fing Helaena's changes to her character heinous? 👀

I think if you're going to make such a huge change to her character, you need to dedicate the time to actually fleshing that character out. Part of why I never minded the Shae changes (until the very ending) was because a) you can still get Tyrion and Sansa roughly to the same points that they are emotionally at the end of ASOS with a Shae that is older, smarter, and loves both of them and b) they made the effort to dedicate the space in the narrative to fleshing her out. Even if some stuff is kind of left up in the air (like her potential background as a runaway noble), I think she still gets a lot of time to spotlight her relationships with both of them. When she asks Tyrion to leave, most of her conversations with Sansa, the little quirks like her not knowing how to properly brush hair, etc., Shae is given the room to be this new character and be a deep character without breaking the rules of the universe and ultimately serving the same purpose she did in the books (again...up until she betrays Sansa and attacks Tyrion with that shitty little knife. I think if she had insisted on Sansa's innocence and Tyrion had out and out murdered her, she would be a perfect example of a Canon OC type fleshed out correctly).

With Helaena....she barely gets any screentime at all. Rarely are we following a scene from her PoV, it's almost exclusively Alicent's very infantilized view of her daughter or Aegon/Aemond's view of her oddities. It reminds me of the Arianne writing in that way - because we got Arianne first through Areo who sees her as a child and then through Arys who is attracted to her, our initial picture of Arianne is both infantilized and hypersexualized. Similarly, because we rarely get Helaena from her own PoV, our image of her is infantilized. If they were ~saying something~ about the way disability is treated, that's one thing, but they're just kind of...letting it lie? It's taken us a season and a half to finally see Dreamfyre. Part of the reasoning for the Storming of the Dragonpit is that the smallfolk believe she's been murdered and she's beloved because she's one of the few dragonriders to not have an active hand in fucking these up for King's Landing. We have no idea her true feelings for Aegon or Aemond, there's just a lot of looks. She chose Jaehaera over Jaehaerys and we haven't seen her interact with - or purposefully Not interact with - Jaehaera once since. All of her interactions with the smallfolk have been negative.

So for me, it’s like they completely sacrifice any and all resemblance to her canon character to turn her into a foreshadow device and occasional sounding board for her mother’s problems. a feminist story about the way power is taken from women and noble women take power from the lower class, but we completely ignore the character who is known for interacting with the lower class, and focus more on every single man around her.

#asks #maegorsbignaturals

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beetheyapper · 6 months ago

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40 Instances of Chaotic Academia in My First Semester of College (YAY!)

I've had this cooking for months now, so I hope it's somewhat enjoyable. If you don't think these things are chaotic academia, I would like to firstly make it clear that I am a student at a university pursuing a degree in English, so everything I do at school is kind of inherently academic. Some of these, though, I admittedly am just sharing because I find them funny or ironic. Yay for entertainment!

This list spans my entire first semester of college, so it is quite extensive and I've hidden it with the cut. If you decide to look through, I hope you can get a giggle out of my agony. Thank you for your time <3

Chatting eagerly with my creative writing professor as she moved to the next class she had to teach—she was probably slightly annoyed by my presence, but willing to humor me as we climbed down flights of stairs—about my desire to be a writer and professor like she is. I want her job. I want it badly.

Hanging out and studying on the Quad (a plaza of sorts in front of the campus's main library) and getting acorns THROWN AT ME by a squirrel

Writing an entire essay as I was attacked by the aforementioned squirrel. The style of essay was inspired by Ross Gay's novel, The Book of Delights, which I read for my creative writing class, and yes, the squirrel was discussed.

Reading a passage from my American Literature homework aloud to my roommate to see if maybe she could grasp what the fuck it was saying. I gave up on this reading after pouring over it for about twenty minutes with only the slightest comprehension. (I hate the puritans)

Entertaining myself after my roommate has gone to sleep by watching video essays

On that topic, finding a video essay that I wholeheartedly disagreed with, and was moderately peeved by, and still watching it until the end.

Cutting up an old Van Gogh-themed calendar and using the images as wall decor.

Hanging a poster print of The Kiss by Klimt on one wall in our living room, and across from it is an awful drawing I made of "Micarus."*

This one is kind of just chaotic and sacralige, but the magnet hanging on our fridge of what appears to be an ai-generated (I know, I know. It was in Five Below, okay?) image of Jesus dunking a basketball. On it are the words: "He Is Rizzen"

My inability to refrain from writing the most attrocious run-on sentences

Having about 15 tabs open at all times on my laptop. It's astonishing that it hasn't crashed on me yet (someone knock on wood for me please—none of the wood in my dorm is real)

Joining the only student-run publishing press in the country in prose & poetry editing and acquisitions. IM HAVING SO MUCH FUN.

Having friends over for my 19th birthday and making them play Clue because it’s my favorite board game. Then, after everyone went home, going to the club with my older sister just to dance

Spending all of my dining dollars on coffees and teas to sip on and get me through study sessions/morning classes

Writing an essay at a football game because I’ll be damned if I miss it but I’ll be even more damned if I fail a class

Going to the library to study only to get absolutely nothing done because I accidentally spent the entire time rambling

Cranking out a wonderfully-written, two-page essay in an hour the day it's due only to FAIL because I accidentally submitted it as a .docx instead of a .pdf and my professor took FIFTY PERCENT OFF for that.

Going out to coffee with my American Literature professor because not only is it an extra credit opportunity in the class I bombed the essay for, but also just because I want to talk about literature

Watching an entire video essay breaking down "Nature" by Emerson as I do my makeup before class

Acting like a victorian child dying of the plague because I got an upper respiratory infection that lasted like two and a half weeks.

Using one of the shelves in my closet to hold my books because I unfortunately do not have an actual bookshelf

Having four seperate items related to Edgar Allen Poe. I love that sad freaky man

Having Daisy Jones and the Six in between The Picture of Dorian Gray and Pride and Prejudice on the aforementioned “shelf”

Getting myself a journal from a local bookstore that looks like a fancy hardcover edition of The Great Gatsby

Stressing over my American Lit midterm and studying with two friends for it at a local coffee shop for like six hours.

Having to make a dramatic video inspired by a verse of “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman. I made it the day it was due 🙂‍↕️

Going the ENTIRE semester without my glasses because I couldn’t find them, then finding them my first day home for winter break.

Going out to the gay bar with my friend, sleeping over at her dorm, and then binge-watching the entire Hobbit trilogy the next day as we analyzed all of the differences between the films and book

Attending a “gala” on a whim, not realizing it was being hosted by the local ballroom dancing group. i showed up tipsy and overdressed

Constantly complaining about the architecture of the buildings on campus because there’s one that looks really cool and has a lot of intricate architectural elements, and then the rest are mediocre

repeatedly visiting the oldest building on campus (which has been turned into a museum) not only for the history and aesthetics of it, but also partially just to hold the sword

changing my autocorrect settings so that my acronyms turn into (roughly) shakespearean english. (example: “omg” becomes “O, by mine own holy grace!”) i did this for no reason other than I Thought It Would Be Funny. my actions plague me to this day.

repeatedly pondering changing my minors (so far I have gone world lit -> creative writng -> creative writing + latin -> creative writing + world lit)

making tomb stone decorations for halloween of famous gothic/horror authors

a continuation of the previous one, accidentally writing "Bram Stroker" instead of Bram Stoker. who stroking they bram rn

sitting in a coffee shop and writing fanfiction that I will never publish on ao3 purely for my own enjoyment. i should have been studying

talking to random french people** about literature and poetry even though i was supposed to be talking about something else

trying various new coffee shops around town because i'm a freshman and i'm trying to find the spot

telling myself i was going to set aside an hour every day to read (in an attempt to finish the many books on my tbr) and failing after like two days

quoting (from memory) "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe verbatim to my boyfriend in the middle of the night because we were holding a flashlight under our faces like kids telling ghost stories

*Micarus was born from a discussion about Icarus between me and my roommate. She accidentally said "Micarus," and after a shared chuckle at the thought, followed it up with "Mickey Mouse when he flies too close to the sun."

**for my french 102 class I had to do a few "TalkAbroad" sessions which is essentially just a zoom call with a french speaker of your choosing

#college is so fun #mostly #kinda #chaotic academia #academia #dark academia #crack academia #beeby core #english major #university #literature #academia aesthetic

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goblinpuppy35 · 2 years ago

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Bright Eyes

Part 1 - (Next Chapter)

Student Remus x Male Reader

Summary: The Marauders become friends with an unexpected new student who Remus falls for.

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"We've been here for ten minutes and I'm already bored" huffed Sirius leaning against his tall friend Remus, who was trying to read his book. "Actually we've been here for about twenty minutes now" James pointed out from the opposite side of Remus and this new information made Sirius dramatically cry out and fall into Remus' lap, hand lifted to his forehead as if he'd swoon. "Knock it off pads! If the teachers not going to show up I at least want to get some reading down" Remus barked shifting his friend off himself. "Yeah it is unlike her to be late, wonder why?" ponder James. The three boys were sat in their morning class, the noise of students had grown with the absence of the teacher along with a number of suggestive cries to ditch the class all together. The room began to hush however as the teacher finally walked in with a brisk pace, low groans of disappointment could be heard from the back of the class.

"Good morning class, yes I know I am sorry for being late. I had to go and collect the new student joining us today. He seemed to have gotten lost" while saying this she turned to the empty door way "Come on in". Following the teachers instructions a student gingerly walked in, clinching to the strap of his shoulder bag, avoiding eye contact from everyone. All three of the Marauders interest picked up with the entrance of the new student. James' curiosity dissolved almost immediately once he saw the green tie and crest of the boys jumper. Sirius admired his black laced boots and nail polish covered fingers, similar to his own, however his face pouted once he reached the top of the new boy's head. Remus was staring over the top of his book, frowning as he observed the nervous looking new boy. Green uniform so obviously he was in Slytherin and his hair was platinum blonde, the same kind of whitish blonde that fellow slimy Slytherin student Luscious Malfoy had, who was lurking in the back of the class with his cronies. "Surely he's not a.." mutter Remus.

"This here is Y/N Malfoy, a cousin of Luscious I believe, now why don't you take a seat and we can begin the lesson" turning her back to the class the teacher began to write on the chalk board. At first Y/N stood there as if he hadn't heard the teacher's instructions but slowly began to make his way to the back of the classroom. "Come on Y/N" Luscious called out with a horrible smirk over his face "you can sit by us". Sirius pressed up against Remus "man if he wasn't a Slytherin AND a Malfoy as well I would say he looked kinda cool" he whispered before begrudgingly turning to his parchment. Remus continued to subtly observe Y/N who meekly walked to the back of the class and sat alone just In front of Luscious desk who instantly leaned forward "What's the matter ink stain? did you get lost? didn't you listen to the instructions I gave you" he hissed and his friends began to snicker. "The instructions you gave me led to the owl tower.." Y/N responded in a hushed tone, he gaze fixed ahead of him.

It was at this moment Remus noticed that while Y/N's hair was platinum blonde he had obvious roots growing at the top of his head, looking closer they seemed to be Y/H/C roots. That's odd, though Remus. Suddenly Y/N looked up and the two boys eyes met one another, Y/N's sad expression didn't change but his eyes grew wider now he was aware he was being watched. Remus was taken aback by how deep and intense his Y/E/C eyes were. "Mr Lupin" echoed across the room and brought Remus back to his senses as he turned around to see the teacher sternly staring him down "may we have your full attention please".

Throughout the class Remus kept wondering about the curious new students and how they didn't quite seem to fit into the Malfoy mould. Then there was a russle on the table, looking down Remus could see that James had passed him a note. On the note it is said;

-"Looks like we've found a new target for our pranks!"

#remus lupin #remus #lupin #young remus lupin #gay #remus lupin x male reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #magic #the marauders #fantsay #fanfic #fluff

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sophieinwonderland · 1 year ago

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The word "tulpa" is used first by Alexandra-David Néel (Belgian-French buddhist anarchist) and phoneticized from "sprul-pa" (also rendered as "trulpa"). You can also trace the term back to sanskrit as "Nirmita".

The concept of an apparition is Buddhism can be attributed to aṣṭamāyopamā (sanskrit) or the 8 similes of illusion, which are basically metaphors for explaining how something can be perceived without it actually existing in the physical world. Apparitions (Nirmita) is the 8th simile.

She visited Lhasa in Tibet, a place which was inaccessible to foreigners at the time, and wrote the books "My Journey to Lhasa" and "Magic and Mystery in Tibet", where she explains what she learned in het journey. She then coined the term "tulpa", which spread to westerners of New Age practices as a type of thought-form.

Thought-forms in mysticism are attested by the book "Thought-Forms: A Record of Clairvoyant Investigation", which explains how many theosophists believe that thoughts are not simply a subjective thing that is confined in the human mind, but that they are "things" which have intrinsic properties. These thought-forms have principles (colour, form and clearness are determined by the type of thought) and classes (thought-forms can have certain forms which express the thought's inherent properties).

Tulpamancy today is not related to thought-forms.

Tulpamancy as it is today started, funnily enough, on 4chan - specifically in the paranormal board /x/ and subsequently the My Little Pony board /mlp/. Before that, the process of creating a tulpa was not known to people, and it generally involved ritualistic or metaphysical practices.

In /x/, some people began (in my opinion kind of haphazardly) making tulpas, and they reported their success. They then began writing guides which were freely shared in the community.

The real "explosion" in popularity started in the /mlp/ board, where topics of tulpamancy started popping up, which interested a lot of users. This snowballed into the creation of a forum ane a subreddit for the community (which were founded only after a Tulpamancy IRC was created, mostly made up of /x/ board users).

The approach to tulpamancy at this time was mostly psychological, instead of the previously metaphysical view of the practice.

The practice of tulpamancy and the practice of creating emanations are very different from each other, with the only similarity being the name (with "tulpa" only being a phoneticization of the tibetan term).

With the argument of cultural appropriation in the tulpamancy community, we need to first define what cultural appropriation is in the context of word usage.

Cultural appropriation in the context of word usage refers to the adoption or use of words from another culture without understanding or respecting their cultural significance, often resulting in the trivialization, misrepresentation, or exploitation of the originating culture.

Is the usage of the word "tulpa" mocking the original practice? Not really I don't think. The word "tulpa", while it was coined by a buddhist is generally not used when referring to emanations. (What I am about to say is personal experience, keep that in mind) Most buddhists I have spoken to at most will have a fear of non-buddhist practices and ideas being wrongfully thought of as being buddhist, which may have been a problem in the past when tulpamancy was indeed though of as a buddhist practice, but now the community fully separates itself from any religion or spiritual practice.

Here's a link to a post on /r/Tulpas on reddit from a Tibetan Buddhist with an emanation:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Tulpas/comments/unt6h7/i_am_a_tibetan_buddhist_with_an_emanation_tulpa/

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What do you think about this, Sophie? I found it as a kind of copypasta to explain how tulpamancy is not cultural appropriation.

It's a pretty good overview! 😁

Appropriation topics are always tricky, but to me this conversation comes down to two question. The first is if the original tulpa from Alexandra David-Neel was appropriative. In my opinion, while it may have veered away from the Tibetan sprul-pa in some ways, it was created by a Buddhist convert with the aid of Tibetan translators like Lama Kazi Dawa Samdup. For this reason, the original ADN tulpa is generally considered more a result of cultural exchange.

I do think treating the ADN tulpa as an authentic Buddhist practice might be harmful, but it would be unfair to say it was made without regard to the original culture. (I would also say that it's hard to judge how much of this was indeed an authentic Tibetan Buddhist practice or not. Most people who have said it isn't are looking at current Buddhist practices 100 years later after an invasion by China destroyed many religious texts and records and heavily suppressed the religion.)

The second question is if modern versions of the tulpa are appropriative. And I don't consider this to be the case. Modern tulpamancy, while born from ADN tulpa, mostly just uses the words and general concept. As you say, the big problem within Buddhist circles is certain practices being falsely presented as Buddhist, muddying the waters. Over the last decade, the tulpamancy community has made a strong effort in distancing themselves from Tibetan Buddhism and tulpa's etymology.

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Here's the direct link to the Reddit post from the Tibetan Buddhist with the emanation:

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 3 months ago

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Ranking the plots of the stories I wrote in middle school

- An entire class gets kicked out of school for causing chaos so now they’re all sent to a boarding school that will fix them up. The thing that sticks out is that they all sleep in the same giant storage room with bunk beds with like 12 bunks stacked on each other each.

4/10 I made this up after drawing a bunk bed that had like 10-12 beds on top of each other and thought ”oh wow imagine the adventures the kids sleeping in this bunk bed would have” but I had absolutely no plot, just the concept

- A woman loses her two best friends in a terrible pandemic that killed many people, and later she gets pregnant with twins and names them after her dead friends. But plot twist, her twins IS actually her best friends reincarnated and they remember their previous life!

6/10 had potential but I made it kinda weird because I had her best friends as babies speak to each other like ”Don’t know I feel about our best friend being our mom now” ”Yeah also I hate being a baby I want to be 18 again so I can go party”. Also I predicted Covid????? (Not really, the pandemic in this story iirc caused your body to amputate itself and then you died)

- Girl discovers she can visit other people’s dreams, and decides to visit every single one of her classmates and kiss all of them in their dreams (boys AND girls), just so she could see how they all reacted seeing her at school the next day.

9/10 made a bisexual icon before I realized I was bi myself.

- Girl dies at school and meets ghosts of other students that have died and they have ghost adventures.

8/10 I still do like the concept of this. The tv show ”School Spirits” stole my plot /j

- We follow twins, a boy and a girl, through childhood where every chapter is one age, as we get the same situation described from both perspectives

6/10 it was nice as a concept but I started going from like early childhood and then it just got weird once they hit puberty. Cause we saw these kids eat sand and play with toys and now they’re having sexual awakenings 10 chapters later. I should have instead perhaps started at a later age to begin with.

- Girl writes in a diary about navigating through puberty. All I recall about the plot was her twin sister getting her period and her across the street neighbour climbing through her window one morning and waking her up by tickling her

7/10 I used to be OBSESSED with drawing this girl and her twin, and I had drawn them in so many situations that I wanted to make a plot for them. I legit thought that I would eventually be famous and release an animated series with a massive fanbase… well, I guess it was good to dream.

- Two 13 year old girls start a relationship, and the plot is them navigating being a couple while also dealing with friends and family drama

10/10 I was COMMITTED to this. I made it a moviestarplanet series. I drew a bunch of fake book covers for them. It was heavily inspired by preteen book series I grew up with. This even continued up to my high school years, and some time I better show you a bunch of drawings I’ve made of these two and their families. Right now, all you’ll get is this crocheted doll of one of the girls that my uncle’s wife gave me as a graduation gift

This girl was also named Sara, but it wasn’t me. I promise. I just thought Sara fit as a name for her at the time of creating her, but if I ever do a rebrand of these girlies then I better change the names

#original stories #ocs #middle school

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soxendanso · 7 months ago

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A-Level Art Tips!

I took AQA A-Level Fine Art and got an A*, so now I hope to be able to help those struggling with it at the moment by giving tips, showcasing my work and talking about what I did wrong!

Each college/school asks you to work differently, but I was in one where they taught us to use sketchbooks. However, every applicant has to follow two briefs: The Personal Investigation and the External Set Assignment.

THIS IS A LONG POST SO BE READY

PERSONAL INVESTIGATION

My school divided the PERSONAL INVESTIGATION into two projects, in which we had to research at least 4 artists, make responses to their work and create a final piece. The first project was called Identity and the second project was up to us, it could be about anything as long as it somewhat related to what we looked at in the first project.

PROJECT 1 IDENTITY

This project was to lead you into your personal investigation, try new ways of working and a more clear idea for when you start the proper thing. Some people did not present this for examination.

What I did wrong here was overestimate how much time I had. Deadlines creep up and many people make the mistake of leaving things to the last minute. To make sure that you get things done to a good standard, you need to work constantly, since it's all coursework. This will also give you time to make extra work, the more explorations and pieces you create, the better.

Per project, make sure you look at at least 4 artists, and by that I mean make a study of 1-2 of their works, write information about them, what you like about them and how they link to your project as well as an original piece that is based on their work.

Make sure you use a variety of styles and mediums. And lay out your sketchbook in interesting, unique ways.

For example, I made booklets in some pages which open up to reveal information and art

Once you've looked at your artists, it's time to prepare your final response to the project. Make sure you do as many experiments as possible, explain EVERY SINGLE thing you do, like you're leading the examiner through your thought process, and make sure your project STANDS OUT! Don't limit yourself to making a painting, think about how you present your work and do something different and unique. For this project, for example, I wrote and illustrated a book. This was because I looked at how fantasy books had impacted me and shaped my identity.

I annotated the whole process, everything in the book was symbolic for something (examiners love metaphors!) If you are interested in reading my book, it is available in my Ko-Fi shop.

^^ Process!

PROJECT 2 PARACOSMS

This project was my favourite and what carried my grade up. You can make this project about ANYTHING. Mine was about how detailed universes develop inside of imaginations, therefore having a direct link to my other project. Here I was much more thoughtful of what to include and how to lay things out. I would look at two artists with something in common and then create a piece or two (mini-projects) that represented them.

For the final piece of this project I constructed a wooden Dungeon Master Board, I made it with a functional dice tower with a gargoyle, as well as a chalkboard and clipboard. I made it all from scratch, which is something the examiners like, especially since I annotated it all. Overall, what you need to do is write everything down and make everything look pretty. You will have to write an essay explaining this project. Just trust your yapping skills, examiners only skim-read. Also make sure that you have a good relationship with your teachers because they mark everything, the examiners are only there to make sure they agree with them, and if you are part of a large class, they likely will only look at the work of a few students.

EXTERNAL SET ASSIGNMENT

This was the project I did the worst in. You only have a few months to complete the external set assignment, so it tends to be rushed. Use the same formula that you used for the rest of your projects, but make it simpler and work as quickly as you can. This project is only 20% of the grade, but it includes a 15 hour exam at the end, where you will make your final piece. This project is where you do not want to take risks, stick to what you're good at and plan a piece you can definitely do in the 15 hour slot. Make sure you are sufficiently prepared for the exam so you do not stress during it. For example, I made an oil painting because it's the medium I'm best at. To make sure I finished in time, I made the sketch first, you are allowed to sketch your work on the canvas and write it down in your sketchbook as preparatory work. Then you are not fiddling with perspective or proportions and can get right into it.

Let me know if you have any questions, if you would like to see more of my work, artists I could recommend etc. Good luck with your A-Level Art course!

I have not included everything, of course, because there is A LOT. The more work you present, the better. If you have personal art you do in your own time, throw that in too. They won't take marks away for extra work.

You will also find this to be the most taxing a-level (sorry, science kids) because of the sheer volume of coursework. I would only recommend this course to people who want to go into a creative career, simply because your other a-levels may suffer due to you concentrating more on this course. For example, while I got an A* in Art, I got a C in History because I completely ignored that subject for so long.

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