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hollandorks · 8 months

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battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader

chapter three

Summary: After the sudden deaths of your mother and grandmother, you’re forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke your heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, you vow to get to the bottom of your former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what you’re expecting. a

a/n: trying to keep to frequent posts, especially because of that cliffhanger! Also keep in mind that I am 10000% making up 1) police procedure and 2) anything to do with journalism. I know nothing about these things other than what I've seen in movies. But who cares, it's fiction!

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She gasped.

And every head–four of them, all men–turned to look at her.

Instincts kicked in and y/n immediately shoved her phone into her pocket so as not to lose it and turned to flee.

Only to smack into something a lot like a brick wall.

She stumbled back, fear kicking her heart into high gear. She hadn’t even run yet and her breaths were quick, panicked. She was almost literally stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Before her was a towering figure cloaked in shadows and some sort of armor. He was menacing, dark, huge. Her throat went dry as he took a single, heavy step forward. Half of his face was covered by a mask that made her think of a black skull with two sharp points at the top. She didn’t notice the split second of shock on his face when he first laid eyes on her.

The Batman.

It shamed her to admit that she whimpered. Her body was in the thick of fight or flight, but there were men with guns behind her and a demon of a man before her. She had nowhere to flee. Despite what the waitress had told her not ten minutes earlier, she was afraid.

But Batman stepped to the side, his focus now on the men behind her, and said in a voice made of gravel and smoke, “Run.”

Y/n ran.

She ran until her lungs threatened to burst, until her knees wanted to give out, until all of her muscles were screaming, until her chocolate chip pancakes threatened to come back up. She took several turns and doubled back to make sure she hadn’t been followed.

Then she stumbled inside the blessedly safe lobby of Wayne Tower.

The security guard looked up in alarm.

“Call the police,” she gasped. “Tell them–” She bent over, hands on her knees, and tried to get her racing heart under control. “–Tell them I witnessed a murder.” She glanced back at the doors. “Lock everything up. I’ll be upstairs.”

The guard called after her–a young guy she didn’t recognize, someone who must be new from the past three years–but she ignored him. She heard the dial tone of the lobby phone as the elevator doors slid shut.

It wasn’t until she was out of the elevator and stumbling towards a concerned looking Alfred that she relaxed marginally. Despite the late hour, he was still impeccably dressed, as if he hadn’t ever gone to bed.

“Y/n?” he asked with a frown. The foyer was warm. Safe. Something in her loosened a little. “Security called up–”

“Um, I just witnessed a murder,” she said. She was in shock, or something close, because the words simply tumbled out of her. The disbelief on Alfred’s face mirrored what she was feeling now that the fear was leaving. “I had to run–that Batman guy was there and since he was distracting them I just–I needed to be safe and this was closest–”

Alfred wrapped her in a tight hug. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

She shook her head. Her body trembled.

And then she remembered, all over again, that her grandmother was dead and that she wouldn’t be getting the comfort she wanted the most. Alfred wasn’t even the next best thing, though it was good enough.

A small sound escaped.

“Alright, dear, I’m going to get the family lawyers on the phone. The police will meet us here to get your statement.” He squeezed her once more.

“Lawyers?” she asked, the word making her nervous all over again. “I can’t afford–”

“You’re family. And it’s just in case, love. They’ll offer legal advice and make sure nothing untoward happens with the officers interviewing you.”

She pulled away and wiped her damp eyes. “Okay. That’s–Where’s Bruce?”

Alfred hesitated. It was only for a moment, but long enough that she noticed. “Let’s not bother him unless absolutely necessary.”

Something sharp pierced her chest. Meaning, Bruce probably didn’t even care that she’d almost died. Tears welled in her eyes all over again, but didn’t fall.

Alfred patted her shoulder. “Stay here and we’ll meet the police together when they arrive. I’ll be right back.”

It only took ten minutes. Alfred had the lawyers on speakerphone and Bruce still hadn’t bothered to show himself.

The four of them–her, Alfred, a uniformed officer, and a detective–sat in the formal living room that no one ever used. It was dust-free, though, which was a testament to her grandmother’s work ethic.

Her throat tightened again at the thought.

“Y/n, this is Officer Martinez and Lieutenant Gordon,” Alfred said. “We’ve worked with them before and I believe them to be trustworthy. Gordon helped with the bombing last year.”

She started, recognizing the name. The fire that had just gotten her in trouble rekindled again, ever so slightly. She stared at the man seated in front of her. “You’re Batman’s best friend, huh?”

Gordon blinked. Then a corner of his mouth turned up. “Maybe not best friend, but we do work together. Why don’t you walk us through what happened?” Not the most subtle subject change, but she had more important things to get through before digging into the vigilante.

So she did. She kept it short, sweet, and to the point as if she were reporting on it instead of reliving it. It helped create enough distance that she didn’t freak out again.

“And you’re a friend of Mr. Wayne’s?” Gordon asked when she was finished. “Girlfriend?”

Her face heated. Alfred’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t see what–”

She waved him off. She was nothing to Bruce Wayne, so she didn’t care about answering, or even why he was asking. “We grew up together. My grandmother–Dory–was the head housekeeper for the Waynes until she passed a few days ago. I came for her funeral. And for my mother’s.”

Gordon simply nodded, as if he already knew the information. “Where is Mr. Wayne?”

Alfred’s eyes narrowed even further. “In bed. He wasn’t feeling well, so I didn’t see a need to bother him.”

“And the video? Did you delete it?” Gordon brushed past Bruce’s absence as if it didn’t mean anything. And to him, it didn’t. But for y/n, it meant everything. It meant that Bruce didn’t care. That she wasn’t important enough for him to wake up, to get out of bed. She hoped it didn’t show on her face, the minor devastation as the feeling sank in.

“No, I have it here. I can send it directly to you, or to multiple–”

“We’ll need the entire phone, actually, to ensure that nothing was tampered with.”

A tiny portion of her panic was back. Her entire phone? For how long? She looked to Alfred pleadingly.

But the lawyer–she’d already forgotten his name–was already on top of it. “We’ll need it in writing that the phone will be returned in a timely manner and in the same condition. And that there will be no perusal of personal files. I have a draft already sent to Mr. Pennyworth to print for signatures.”

Gordon sighed but nodded without argument. Was this what privilege felt like? Her life in close proximity to the Wayne fortune had afforded a few luxuries–like help with college tuition, Bruce giving her one of his “old cars”, things like that–but she had never needed to have lawyers on retainer. As close as she’d been with Bruce, sometimes his wealth still caught her by surprise.

Alfred disappeared down the hallway to print the documents, chatting with the lawyer the whole way.

Y/n studied the two officers in the ensuing silence. Officer Martinez hadn’t said a word. He was busy looking around the room in slack-jawed awe and barely seemed to listen to what they were saying. She glanced around, trying to see from his eyes. The room was grand, but it was also easy to tell the house had lost some of its former grandeur.

She glanced back at the officer. He was young, probably her age or maybe younger, with a thin mustache that didn’t make him look as old as he thought. He caught her looking at him and grinned sheepishly.

Gordon, on the other hand, stared right at her. She liked him, she realized. Her gut was rarely wrong on these things, but she knew better than to rely too much on that. It helped that he seemed steady, no nonsense. And apparently forward-thinking, because he worked with a vigilante on a regular basis.

There was that fire again. She silently cursed it even as she asked, “Would you be open to doing an interview about the Batman? I’m a reporter in Bludhaven and–”

Gordon’s phone rang out, shrill in the quiet room, interrupting her. “We’re best friends because he trusts me,” he said wryly, then stood to take the call as Alfred came back with the legal papers in hand.

“Damn. Only one?” Gordon said quietly, but they were all listening. “Alright. I’m with the witness now.” A pause. “Yeah. Yeah. Talk later.” He hung up and turned back to them.

“That was him, wasn’t it?” y/n asked. She wasn’t sure how she knew–investigative instincts, maybe. He had tried to hide the phone call, his body language shifting, even his voice. And he was familiar with whoever was on the other end of the call.

Gordon gave her a look. “Yes,” he said without needing to clarify who she meant. “I have officers on the scene now, but one of the suspects escaped. Do you think you could identify them?”

She thought back to the moment they had all turned to her. There had been a streetlight at the end of the alley, the light filtering through from behind her. She might be able to identify them, especially with the help of the video. She hadn’t put her phone away until after they had turned, frozen in fright as she was.

“I could try,” she said truthfully.

“Alright, let me sign these papers and get over to the crime scene. We’ll be in touch and get your phone back to you as soon as possible. I would suggest protective custody, but I think you’re probably in the safest place in the city.” He scrawled a signature over the papers. Y/n wondered if the bombing the year before had involved any legal paperwork. An NDA maybe, since officers had been in the “inner sanctum” as she’d jokingly called it during their teenage years.

“We’ll add more security,” Alfred said as he showed the officers out a minute later. “Please keep us updated on any developments.”

When they were gone, y/n slumped against the wall. “Fuck,” she said as she rubbed her tired eyes. The antique clock in the corner told her it was after two in the morning.

“My sentiments exactly,” Alfred said. He had shed the professional facade as soon as the elevator doors closed. “I’ve already posted extra security downstairs and in the parking garage. Our camera and alarm systems will be updated tomorrow. The private elevators are on lockdown and employee identities will be triple checked for the offices below.”

She nodded, though she wasn’t sure it made her feel better. One man had escaped both a vigilante and the cops, and they had all seen her face. It was only a matter of time before they figured out who she was–Wayne Tower going on lockdown was odd enough and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out the cause. Her relation to Bruce Wayne had never been a secret. In fact, it had been an oft-discussed topic of every gossip magazine in the city and a few outside of it.

She hoped the man who had escaped was on the run instead of the vengeful type.

But her instincts told her that wasn’t the case.

She realized she hadn’t responded to Alfred. “I’m…going to bed. Thank you, Alfred.”

He squeezed her arm gently and bid her goodnight.

Y/n didn’t go to bed. Instead, she spent the next three hours scouring the internet for news on the Batman and printing out every article that seemed relevant. To what, she didn’t know yet. Those instincts that got her in trouble and created some of her best work in equal measure were whispering in her ear.

She finally succumbed to exhaustion right as the city outside started to lighten.

When she woke sometime later–long enough for her back to go stiff–she was on top of all of the papers she had printed.

“Ugh,” she said as she peeled an article from her cheek. She was still in the same clothes she’d gone out in the night before. She went to check her phone before remembering that the police had it. She opened her laptop and used that to check the time (nearly noon) and email her editor for an extended leave of absence. She briefly explained the situation without giving too many details and then asked for a temporary assignment to the Gotham Tribune.

There was a story here, and she was in the middle of it. It was an investigative reporter’s dream: to have unlimited access to a key witness who was willing to cooperate.

Might as well make the most out of an extremely shitty situation.

She showered, changed, and shuffled into the study when she heard the rustle of Alfred’s newspaper over light classical music.

“Good mor–uh, afternoon?” she said as she took a seat across from him at the giant monogrammed table.

“I’d ask if you slept well, but I think the answer is obvious after the night you had.” Alfred glanced up from the paper and smiled over the top of his glasses. “I’ve kept out some fresh fruit and coffee for you.”

She took some of both and settled in. She half-expected to hear her grandmother puttering into the room with a mop or a tray of sandwiches for lunch. Tears pricked her eyes when she realized that reality was gone forever.

“Thank you, by the way,” she said around a mouthful of grapes. “For…everything last night. And this week.”

“Of course, dear,” Alfred said, his light accent a comfort. He was the only constant in her life anymore, and she appreciated it more than she could say.

The silence stretched as she thought about how awful her luck had been in the past week. She stood and walked to one of the arched windows. The city was bustling down below, like it always was. She leaned her head against the cold glass and watched her breath create fog. Autumn had its claws in the city fully now, and it was only a matter of time before winter sank in its icy teeth next.

“Detective Gordon called. He thinks your phone will be released by tomorrow morning. They just need to document everything to make sure there’s no evidence tampering.” Alfred said as she watched the city. She noticed a small bubble of space around the tower where private security were deflecting pedestrians and double-checking employee identities.

“That’s good,” she said absently. “I asked for an extended leave from work. I figure I probably…shouldn’t do much else until that guy is caught.”

“Probably a good idea,” Alfred agreed. Another rustle as he turned the page of the paper. “Gordon’s a very good cop. I’m sure he’ll get one in custody to tell him where the last one is, and this will all be over before you know it.”

She turned away from the window and smiled wryly. “That eager to be rid of me already?”

Alfred rolled his eyes but didn’t answer.

Her heart twinged painfully. She was sure it was Bruce who wanted her gone, not Alfred.

Speak of the devil, she thought as the man in her thoughts materialized at the top of the stairs. He was tugging a shirt over his head and damn it her eyes caught on the flash of bare skin of his abdomen. Her entire body flushed from the split second view. Since when did Bruce have abs? He’d always been more scrawny than anything, but all that had changed sometime in the past few years.

Bruce looked as tired as she felt. His eyes were almost bruised, the circles were so dark. His hair was damp and his shoulders curved inwards as if bowed by exhaustion.

Alfred looked up from his paper with raised brows. He glanced between them, folded the paper, and got up to leave.

“Fresh fruit and coffee there,” he said softly to Bruce on the way out.

That bastard, she thought at Alfred’s back. He was purposefully leaving them alone.

Bruce finally looked up and blinked slowly at her. Apparently, he hadn’t noticed that Alfred wasn’t alone.

She didn’t mean to speak. In fact, she’d decided to completely ignore him. But the words sprang forth anyway. “I hope you’re feeling better.” Her voice was cold. It was obvious she didn’t mean it.

Bruce froze. “Uh.”

“Alfred didn’t think you’d care about me almost getting murdered so we let you sleep.” She bit her tongue as soon as the words were out and winced. He could have been really sick, for all she knew, but here she was assuming he was just being an asshole.

Bruce shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know until this morning.” The words were so unexpected her back bumped the cold glass of the window. Bruce Wayne, apologizing to her? It wasn’t an apology for three years ago, that much she knew, but it was still…something.

“Sorry, I–I’m just…tired. Overwhelmed. I shouldn’t have snapped.”

Bruce continued to stare at her. Used to, she would know what he was thinking from only a glance. But that was before. Now she had no idea what was happening behind his crystalline eyes. She noticed again how different he was. The baggy clothes couldn’t hide his new bulk. And he looked so tired, more so than he ever had before, even in college. Even after the deaths of his parents. What could possibly be keeping Bruce Wayne awake every night? Or maybe it was simply proof he had been sick after all.

“Are you alright?” he asked, brushing off her apology. “Were you hurt?” His voice sounded deeper too. It was like he’d gone through a second puberty or something. The muscles, the voice, even the way he held himself. He had changed so much, and she had missed it.

It sickened her how much she clung to his attention, to his concern, even though it was only him being a decent human. God, she missed him.

“No, I wasn’t hurt. That bat guy stepped in and gave me a chance to run.”

Bruce’s eyes flickered up, away, and back in quick succession. A nervous tick if she ever saw one. But why? Did he feel bad about what had happened to her? Or was he waiting for his chance to escape her presence?

“Heard he helped find the Riddler guy last year. The one who tried to kill you.” She knew she should shut her mouth, but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t just switch off part of who she was. “Ever met him in person?” Her voice slipped slightly lower into what her grandmother used to call her “professional voice.”

She saw it happen–the hardening, the distancing. Bruce went from at least semi-open with her to entirely closed and walled off. That much she could recognize.

“No,” he said. He went to walk away, the lines of his body rigid, but paused. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said over his shoulder.

She wondered if it was true.

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mitsua · 6 months

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Warnings : bad grammar & spelling mistakes and SPOILERS from lesson 16

Genre : sleepy fluff

Serie : 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞! 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞?

MC 's . . . GN !

On a scale from 1 to 100%, how difficult is it to wake them up ?

Brother's book.

Depends, but most of the times it's 1% since he's a light sleeper, he has to, so his brothers wouldn't burn the house down with any of their antics or so...

Depends on the long working nights he pulls out for Diavolo's paperwork pushed on him. In this occasions he may become a 10% difficult to wake up.

His reaction may vary, since he's the one supposed to wake you and the rest of the brothers up, he'd be at first embarrased and surprised.

Still, when he recognizes you, he relaxes for a brief moment and mutters a sleepy " Thank you MC ".

May be different from time to time.

The morning next to a horror special sleepover may lead to the both of your getting scared, so it's then a 3% difficult fully wake him up and a 10000% scary. Why ? Mammon would scream from your light touch on his shoulder to wake him and you'd scream because he did. It would go on like this for at least 2 more times in the same morning.

But when it had been a normal night or a casino one, he'd just whine at your attempts and he may have or have not tried more than once to pull you to bed and sleep again as if you were his sleeping pillow... so does it count as a 90% mostly?

Also depends as you can imagine.

When he, for some reason, does not watch anime or plays videogames 'till the alarm goes off, he may be a 1% difficult to wake. Unlike Mammon, he'd get scared almost everytime. That you wake him. Squeaking a little, he thanks and tells you he'll be ready in a moment.

Although when he does sleep late, you'll find one of two sceneries; the most common of these being him still glued to the screen, headphones on, then you'll just have to take them off and he'll make a little sound surprised but won't budge further. The other one is him being fast asleep on his desk and the computer on, a bit of saliva on the corner of his lips threatening to fall.

Those occasions it is recommendable to poke or shake just a little his shoulder and still you'll get a big reaction from him and that's it.

I think he's kind of a heavy sleeper when he gets through the night reading. Getting so engrossed on the story he even dreams with it and him being an active participant. Then it'd be a 30% difficult to wake him.

Your best shot to get him to open his eyes without being scared to dear life ? Scream from affar something that'd normally pick his interest. Here are some examples : " Oh, Luficer ! Did you just fall for that ? I saw Satan make it ! So his plan finally succeeded ?!". Now that it's a great one but you may have a more difficult time calming him down when you tell him that was a lie.

" Aww a little stray cat ? Sir what can I bring to you ?, oh ? You want Satan to feed you ? But he's asleep—" well he's not anymore and if it's true that a cat it's at the house's door expect to have a happy Satan for the rest of the day.

When he has a good night sleep, it's 1% difficult, normally he wouldn't miss any of their brothers or your shaking on his shoulder so that'd be enough.

To begin with, being the only one who has a more decent and planned sleep schedule, it's impressive how difficult it can be than his brothers. He's a 50% when sleeping 8 hours straight in the comfiest bed of the Devildom. This is because when he sees you, he starts whining and doing grabby hands to go to sleep with you now. Oh, but if it is any of his brothers? " Asmo, you have to wake up, we have school—" " Ok, going... "

But if he had a party night, it's a different story.

If he was not drunk and did a night routine at 5 a.m. to be awake at 6 or 7 a.m. it'd be a 20% difficult to get him, because he'd not be able to sleep quickly. So you'll end up hugging him to recharge him for the day.

If he in fact, came drunk, it's a 60%, you'd find a semi-naked Asmo barely resting on the bed with make up all over the pastel-pink sheets. You better know if he had one of these night because Lucifer will not allow to bring him smelling like Demonus.

He normally has a good sleep because his work outs exhaust him after a big dinner plate he's a sleeping like a baby. For this he's 15% difficult to wake. Light touches do nothing to him so you'd have to fully shake him to stir a reaction from him.

In the nights he has to go for a snack at 3 a.m. it decreases to a 7% because he could not stop thinking about going for another round of food.

When he has a nightmare he's most likely to keep thinking about it for a complete day, so those days you'll find him awake by himself. Ask him why has he been pacing out and looking really down with a snack on your hands.

🪼 : Are you seriously reading this (ーー;) ?

Ok no, but if he had a nightmare about his family in any way, from them dying, from him being trapped in the attic and fighting with Lucifer through the bars, to the day he killed you... he wouldn't be able to sleep again, so then it'll be a 2% difficult to wake. Maybe he'd pout a little but it's his way to bring himself back to reality and see everyone's still alive and he's on his bed in his and Beel's room, so when you're not seeing, he sighs relaxed.

However, when he's having a good dream, it'd be 100% and might have to bring Beel to help you, wether it'd be waking him with his twins trust and playful tactics or carrying him around the house to get him to do something.

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The first time you're tasked to wake up Beelzebub, as you may have or not screamed when he turned to face you but still he did not open his eyes, you ran to get any other brother to help you.

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vikingpilot · 11 months

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Do you like Minecraft? Do you like Limited Life? Do you like Life Steal? If you answered YES to any of these, you should 10000% check out MY NEWEST SERIES!

Welcome to LifeLoss, the series where I have 1 hour to complete a set challenge or I LOSE 1 HEART! The series ends when I either run out of hearts or challenges! Go check it out!

(It’s also my application for the lifestealapp they have going on. And I NEED to meet Branzy 1 on 1 to discuss the outcome of the tumblr sexyman poll)

((Enjoy!))

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petedavidsonscock · 8 months

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thanks @theresa-of-liechtenstein for the tag!

Top 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

favorite color: usually it's green but i'm switching to orange currently in honor of the approach of fall (blessed season)

currently rereading: i don't usually reread books, tbh. i did reread a ton of patater fanfic last night, though. and am going to go thru risacooper's nurseydex stuff again tonight.

last song: "gives you hell" by the all-american rejects. it's stuck in my head and it likely will be for the next 10000 years.

last series: i watched the first episode of a thai drama called "only friends" a few days ago! it was fun.

sweet, savory, or spicy? sweet!

currently working on: trying to finish up a magical realist original short story about a city street at golden hour.

tagging @elliotschafer @bookish-bogwitch @morethanfantasy @yellowraincoat @lukesunbornn @ionlydrinkhotwater @intothenightosphere @thesituationroom @fraudulentzodiac !!

#obviously no pressure with this #fun questions tho!! i had a good time #ty again for tagging me:))

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concreteburialplot · 5 months

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thank you so much for the ask 🥹 this is so sweet 🥹💕

ask game -> here

🍣 What helps you focus or get in the mood to write?

the biggest things that help me write are:

- music ! music is such a huge part of my inspo/writing process, i have playlists for all my fics [series] so listening to those help me write in those universes

- brainstorming with besties ! i always brainstorm with @measuredingold @trvshdxddy & @sinkingteethinwhitenoise they always help me get the inspo juices flowin 💕💕💕😚😚 [if y’all haven’t read their stuff 10000/10 recommend‼️go read now‼️they are my ride or die bitches😤❤️‍🔥]

- h*rny hours always help me write smut lol

🍘 Is there a fic or idea for a fic that you've abandoned?

hmmm there’s a couple one shots/ideas i’ve abandoned mostly i think bc i’m more of a series girl vs a one shot girl - but sometimes i circle back to them ! like with my latest fic, i abandoned it for months until i was like actually i wanna finish this

🍙 Is there a fic you wish had gotten more attention?

honestly yes, i wish Intertwined got more attention bc idk ? it’s very emotional but sweet / the plot is so deep/serious?? it can get very emotionally taxing while writing it sometimes so idk, but i love that storyline so much it’s very special to me so i don’t wanna give up on it

#thank you so much!#i’m trying to be better at answering asks lol #my asks 🥺#cute ask games #writer asks #cute asks

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river-ocean · 1 year

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F1 fanfic recommendations for the sleepover !

I LOVE THIS. thank you anon. i need to make an actual fic rec list someday soon but for now, here is a list of some of the fics that live in my head rent free. i’ll include links to all of them of course <3 these are mostly fluff, and all happy endings because i am soft and that’s what i like.

i’m going to start off by surprising absolutely no one and recommend literally everything written by @wolfiemcwolferson, (tiredtiredsharl on ao3) because they are my favorite and i love them, but specifically, i think you should read the leave this blue neighbourhood series because it has actually changed my life.

clearly i am very strongly a piarles girly (gn) so i recommend following along with the piarles winter fic exchange. i literally recommend and endorse every single writer in the exchange server because they are all so talented and wonderful. i mean that genuinely - i feel so lucky to be part of such an incredibly talented group of people. i mean this from the bottom of my heart and i would be here for hours if i recommended each one of them individually.

specific piarles recommendations:

e forse il mare è dentro di lui by DuquesaDeMiel (@duquesademiel here on tumblr as well) - possibly my favorite work of sol’s, a fantasy fest fic that captures all of the beauty and power and strength of the sea.

whatever our souls are made of (his and mine are the same) by empireoffclouds - when i say that i think about this fic every day i am not kidding. when i first read this fic, i cried 95% of the time (all of the emotions, but i promise there is a happy ending). when it was over i sat in my bed and stared at the wall for a solid twenty minutes. i will never have the words to express the beauty of this fic.

baby bi bi bi by dm3rv ( @leclerctops ) , inkredible_calamars ( @redyellowstupid ) , ohmygasly (singsweetmelodies) ( @singsweetmelodies ) - this series is so fun. co-written by 3 of the incredible mods for the PWFE!!!

Whispers Can Echo by welightitup (@welightitup) - this is the fic that got me absolutely hooked on piarles and i haven’t looked back since. coincidentally, this was written by the 4th lovely PWFE mod and 10000% why i joined the exchange.

ok, i promise i don’t only read piarles. just...mostly. logan is 95% of the reason i read anything other than piarles so i don’t have a ton of recommendations for other pairings. if anyone has more galex, carlando, maxiel, or sewis recommendations please slide into my DMs thank you very much.

so with that, here are my (limited)

other pairing recommendations:

carlando

¡Revolución! by hibivrooms - a beautiful, beautiful AU with incredible world building and political strife and angst and happiness and love and family and just so wonderful. and we love a revolution.

Glitter and Be Gay by Phebes - so so so soft. an AU where lando is a teacher and carlos is the dad of one of his students and it is just, wonderful.

sewis

Let's try something else by 12romy - fake dating, destroying homophobia in f1, what more could you want!!!

maxiel

let the bells ring by anonymous - this is a response to a kinkmeme prompt, but it is SFW and really cute. implied past lestappen necessary for the plot.

#fic recs #asks

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fanfic appreciation post!!

(recs and appreciation under the cut!)

Hi! I've been wanting to make a fanfic appreciation post for a while and herreeee it finally issss!!

Just wanted to let you writers know that you guys inspire me a lot and have gotten me through the toughest times. When I feel like I'm not enough at school or at home, I have a character that relates to me and I feel less alone. Or when I'm just feeling down, there are those oddly specifically humored fics that make me feel a million times better. There are also ones with the 10000/10 vibes omgggg. I literally have so many Pinterest boards set up so I could make fanart for them. And I love this about fandoms, people's art inspires others to make art and we support each other.

So as more appreciation, I wanted to share a few of my favorites! Just as a warning, these are mostly bad guys-centric! Also most of these are SFW! Ill put this emoji 🔞 if it isn't! (also these aren't in any order! I love them all) Also feel free to share your faves!! :))

Take it or Leave it by Smileyjack (The Bad Guys) Snake can't sleep bc he's cold so he cuddles with Wolf to warm up while he's sleeping. Snake, the denier he is, can't get over how in love he is with Wolf, and when Wolf asks him about it. Snake is such as dork about not wanting to admit he wants love and attention and this fic DOES IT JUSTICEEEE (epic echoey voice) also I love Snake and Wolf's mannerisms and dialogue in here. Mwah so good such a good fic to go to bed to👩‍🍳🫶

lighthouse by jjsworld2021 (The Bad Guys) Snake angst where he is molting and gets sad and remembers his past through a notebook and Wolf is soooososo sweet comforting him. It's got angst with a whole lot of heart, Wolf being such a sweetheart (also snake being a loving softie), fluffyvenom kisses and cuddles, and snake lore.

Sick day by daniel_lee and TotallyNotALemon (The Bad Guys) Wolf is sick and Snake takes care of him and it's sooooo sweeeeettt. Wolf is also a brat and it's hilarious. Wolf's smug ass is something I'll never get tired of.

Chocolate haze by @shelli-gator (The Bad Guys) Mostly where Snake tends to a cut on Wolf's face. It kinda has some lore about how Wolf got the scar on his eyebrow and how the bad guys made it a thing to not make their criminal acts personal. This fic kinda took it that the bad guys were more of a gang, but it doesn't bother me too much bc it was mostly fluffyvenom-centric. But MMMMMMM I love the way the author wrote this. They described things in a style I've never read before?? it lowkey reminds me of the way the author of Peacekeeper writes. Their tone was so beautiful, serious, but also hoootttt. Also they described the surroundings and how Wolf/Snake looked at each other (physical appearance) and I could just imagine how this could look in my head

Divorce Drive by daniel_lee and TotallyNotALemon (🔞 for explicit sexual content) (The Bad Guys) Ugh these two are a writing power couple I swear. This one's where Wolf and Snake have recently divorced (not from each other but Wolf from Diane and Snake from a snake lady) and Wolf meets Snake in a bar and asks to hook up. It had everything I needed and more. Wolfs rizz the beginning and throughout was soooo hot my hot compress could not. I soo want to do fan art for Wolf being at the bar, GOD. Also, I thought this would be straight up pwnp but I WAS VERY INCORRECT. It had lots of feelings. Anyways I loved this one a lot!! It was especially comforting during crappy period feeling time :(

Go Bad or Go Home by @bloomtoy (The Bad Guys) A series where about how Wolf and Snake met. It follows their early heists and I love their conversations. This is the one where they met bc they were trying to steal the same diamond and teamed up to escape.

The Enigma Project by SpookOrSpectre (zootopia) (beware this is unfinished but there's more chapters on fanfic.net) UUGGHHHH this has literally been my personality for a while. Also got me thru a lot of school depresso hours. This takes place after the movie where Nick and Judy art buddy cops. They are assigned a case by Bogo that turns out to be a supernatural thing. There's this org called A3I with deals with those sorts of cases and Nick and Judy end up joining them in their cases. It's a very detective mystery but also suuuUUPPER SPPPOOOOKY. I had to stop reading this at night at some point bc I got too scared. I love the way they wrote Nick and Judy in the first few chapters. They got such good chemistry and it sounded SOOOO like the original movie and it even added more. IT WAS GIVINGGGG.

Daddy Long Legs by MidnightStrix (Helluva Boss) (🔞 for explicit sexual content) Where Stolas and Blitzo are doing their monthly hookup but Blitzo gets caught up thinking about never being able to be loved. I looove the writing in this one! It was so sarcastic and I loved reading about Blitzo's internal monologue. Just a warning, it is pretty explicit (i just started getting into the Helluva fanfics, if yall have any recs please send them :'))

#fanfiction #appreciation post #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #love you fanfics writers mwah #also just a friendly reminder to download your fav fics like no tomorrow broskis #a few of my comforting bedtime story ones got deleted and i could never be comforted the same way again :(

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Violins and Violets sequel - update

25th January 2024

Finally onto the home stretch!

I'm very pleased to announce that I hit 50000 words for my January contribution to the second book in my "Violins and Violets" series today! I'm aiming to hit 60000 words for January before I go to sleep on 30th January, so I have to write an average of 2000 words per day every day until then.

I started this month with 18,000 words under my belt for this book (begun on 14th December) so the full total is now over 68000 words. I want to finish it at some point between 75000 words and 78000 words, so I have a maximum of 10000 left to go.

One of my goals in drafting this book was to make myself a better sleep schedule. I'm very pleased to have developed the habit of writing in the last hour before my 9-5 work begins in the morning, and putting my keyboard away before 11pm at night. I fell into some unhealthy sleep habits during November and December 2024, but I think I've finally chased them off.

I will be taking a great rest in February, and having a light go at some writing prompt challenges. I will also be posting celebratory excerpts from the first two books here, most likely using the queue!

#writeblr #blog #violins and violets #nanowrimo #violins and violets series #writer's life #am writing #violins and violets book 2

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cactus-cactus-cactus · 11 months

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sending scythe asks. do u have any thoughts on either jerico or literally anyone from gleanings? bc i was rereading gleanings and especially the scythe dalí story and don’t work with animals and just. absolutely love love love

OH. I could talk for actual hours about jeri. I'm gonna rb with book quotes when I have the chance because where do I even begin. but.

Omg and from gleanings. BEN. Witness protection king. He broke my heart. The only times we see hin in the main series are through the eyes of Citra as like the tagalong little brother who collects playing cards and likes ice cream and is kind of annoying until she's forced to render him deadish. Like, holy shit. When we finally get his POV and realize the toll (hah) that event had on him? How being stabbed literally changed the trajectory of gis life forever? How he mourns the relationship he could have had with his sister? That broke me fr. He deserves 10000 dollars cash and maybe a therapist and also a hug like jesus christ this man has been put through the wringer.

#arc of a scythe #aoas #ty for the ask <3 #gleanings

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This is a post about my wild Dawntrail Speculations

Beware: Spoilers all over the damn place.

If you are not caught up on the FFXIV main story, and haven't watched the first couple hours of the Tokyo Fanfest, you need to not be here unless you just don't care about spoilers. I'll try to tag all the specific content blocks discussed, but I may miss something in this kind of sprawling analysis.

If you are caught up on all of that stuff... beware anyway. I've had far more hits than misses with this kind of guessing. I suspect it's because I approach this kind of thing from a standpoint of what kind of story I'd try to compose from the available elements as a writer/game designer, rather than from a standpoint of what kind of story I'd like to experience as a player.

Also, some of the spoilers will be for other games entirely, since FFXIV has a habit of drawing inspiration from other FF titles. There are two games in particular that I'm looking at, so if you've got any main series FF games you still plan to finish, maybe keep your distance.

(And I may of course be 10000% full of crap, and completely miss my mark. But if I don't, I don't want anyone feeling aggrieved that I called it before the opening credits were finished rolling.)

Still here? Ok.

First, the part where we lay out the individual elements that seem to be in play.

A location in Dawntrail has been identified as "Solution Nine", which sounds like it will be the new city where Tomestone gear is for sale.

Solution Nine is a high tech location in stark contrast to the vibe of the rest of Tural. It could be Allagan tech, but it's hard to say, since there's so much variance in designs over the lifespan of the empire. If it is Allagan, it's very late Allagan. It reminds me a little of Esthar in FFVIII, but it also reminds me of parts of Cocoon in FFXIII.

Solution Nine is also the name of one of Zidane's special abilities in FFIX that he can only use under Trance, that game's equivalent of a Limit Break.

The Viper job also strongly resembles Zidane's combat style, and I think it's safe to say that Dawntrail will be drawing on FFIX as a primary source of inspiration in the same way that Shadowbringers gave us both the FFVIII-inspired Gunbreaker job and the Eden raids, or Endwalker used FFX references as bosses for the Telophoroi tower dungeons and cribbed all its MSQ patch content straight from FFIV, or too many other callbacks in prior expansions to list. Every prior expansion has had one or two other FF games serve as a major source, although the degree and nature of integration has varied heavily.

The late-game plot of FFIX was about a dying world, Terra, that existed in a parallel dimension in the same physical space with the living world Gaia. Agents of Terra were trying to invade, conquer, and physically/spiritually absorb Gaia in order to revitalize Terra. It was confusing at the time but it had elements that I think were refined later into the concept of Rejoining in FFXIV. Terra had a more organic look to it than Solution 9 though...

... but one place related to Terra may seem very familiar to FFXIV players. This spooky wall of mechanical masks in Oeilivert was stranded on Gaia after a failed earlier attempt by Garland to merge Terra and Gaia, and told the history of the dying world.

Compare to Emet-Selch fully revealed as Hades in the trial The Dying Gasp.

The Allagan Empire was founded personally by Emet-Selch as a tool for facilitating Rejoinings, and was easily the most fruitful such tool so far, given Allag's direct role in two successful Rejoinings, and indirect role in a third via their legacy of demon summoning experiments giving rise to Mhach. It's entirely possible that some Allagan inner circle was privy to their master's goals, much like how in Garlemald, Emperor Varis and a handful of especially trusted aides knew that Emperor Solus was also Emet-Selch.

One of the enemies we've seen concept art for gives me fal'Cie vibes from FFXIII. The fal'Cie were techno-organic god monsters who wanted to also merge two worlds into each other... in this case by literally having their servants pull the hovering-too-close-to-the-planet-to-call-it-a-moon realm of Cocoon out of the sky and crash it into the surface of the planet Pulse. For reasons. The full story is complicated (and not particularly well-told in game).

Of the Thirteen Reflections that were sundered from the Source, the First (Norvrandt), the Thirteenth (the Void), the Fourth, the Eighth, the Ninth, and the Eleventh all survived. At least, if the order suggested was accurate in the helpful illusion the Crystal Exarch used to explain the whole deal.

The other seven shards were of course lost when the seven Umbral Calamities on the source were matched with a worldwide crisis bearing the appropriate aetheric qualities on the respective shard, which provided the right circumstances for that shard's aether to be merged with that of the Source, annihilating the shard and erasing any evidence that its inhabitants ever existed. Which makes Emet-Selch's admonition to "remember us, remember that we lived" particularly stomach-churning, but this isn't about that. Apologies for the digression. I mention it because all of the attempted Rejoinings that have occurred have granted primacy to the Source, but we've never really had it explained what made that one piece out of fourteen pieces more "real" than the thirteen shards to begin with, or what would happen if some enterprising Calamity Engineer tried to reverse the direction of the Rejoining.

The Allagans were known to have meddled with dimensional travel, mainly in the form of pioneering the summoning of Demons a.k.a. Voidsent from the Thirteenth Shard.

The first time the WoL has a chance to visit another shard, we use an Allagan portal at the top of the Crystal Tower to travel to the Void, a.k.a. the Thirteenth Shard.

Y'shtola's ongoing research into traveling to other shards is drawing primarily on Allagan sources. Notably, she has mentioned Allagan sources by name, rather than pointing to the just as accomplished demon summoners of Mhach when trying to punch a hole through to the Void. (To be fair though, Mhach is mainly elaborated on in optional side content, while Allag has its fingerprints all over the MSQ.)

And here's where I pin all the pieces up on my conspiracy board and try to string together all the links with colored yarn.

What if the cyberpunk city of Solution Nine somehow refers to the Ninth Shard? Possibly even originates there, whether as a part of that shard we visit, or an outpost of that Shard's agents built on the Source, or even some kind of extrusion into the Source from a partial rejoining?

What if the Allagans successfully invaded and conquered the Ninth Shard back at the peak of their power, and those colonies present there survived the downfall of the Empire at large? Although the gates may have been sealed behind them when the Crystal Tower was buried and Allagan magical infrastructure at large collapsed.

What if the these Ninth Allagans have figured out a way to punch back through to the Source and are here to "reclaim" the old Empire? This would allow the game's writers to comment on themes of colonial violence that are difficult to separate from the Americas and a setting inspired by them, but without casting any nation of the Eastern continents as the villain, since pretty much everybody on that side of the ocean is having some kind of positive political reform arc right now.

What if the Ninth Allagans are even trying to merge their shard back into the Source, but in a way that grants primacy to the Ninth rather than sublimating it, which would mirror the attempt by Terra to replace/consume Gaia in FFIX?

If my suspicions about the enemy who looks inspired by FFXIII are right, the tools of the Ninth Allagans may draw more inspiration from FFXIII than from FFIX. The tools of the Terran invasion in FFIX were straight up bioweapons for the most part, including the doll-like Black Mages and a lot of lab-grown monsters. But a type of fal'Cie-like servant that blurs the division between God and Machine would seem very appropriate for an Allagan Empire that was allowed to continue advancing.

In general, Y'shtola's been pouring so much effort into researching travel to the other shards that I think we're due for some kind of startling discovery that's less obvious than linking us back up permanently to the First or the Thirteenth (but opens them both up for future content as well).

I know I'm pretty far out in the weeds here, but a link between Solution 9 and The Ninth Shard is a guess I would bet money on. And the the specific details of that link is more... how I would fill in the gaps on that concept, with the elements that are available.

I would say that the big weakness in this theory is that the Allagans are a little played out as a plot device. But there really aren't any other civilizations we know of that could have discovered and visited another Shard. Not even the Ancients, since there were no Shards during the reign of Amaurot, and the later Ascian innovation of traversing the rift by being dead-but-not-really doesn't seem advisable even if it were replicable.

Anyway. I digress again. I think the Allagans are a marginally better fit for this concept than a totally new civilization, but just barely. Another strong possibility is that the residents of the Ninth Shard developed advanced technology all on their own, figured out that a bunch of Genocide Wraiths from the Source were trying to destroy their whole realm (and had done so successfully to a number of other realms), and decided to strike first. But when they got here, we'd already handled it, so now they've got this whole invasion army and nothing to do with it but threaten Tural.

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“Aim For The Heart”: Campaign Updates and Spotlights on Artist Jennifer Smith and Author R. L. Houck

The campaign to fund Aim For The Heart: Queer Fanworks Inspired by Alexandre Dumas’s “The Three Musketeers” is now halfway done and going strong! For those not super familiar with how campaigns go, usually the bulk of funding comes in during the first 48 hours and the last 48 hours of the campaign. I personally usually look to see us at 50% funded by the end of the first 48 hours; if we hit that metric then I can say with a fair degree of confidence that we’ll reach our goal. This campaign did hit that, handily, and now with 15 days left, we’re only $750 shy of our goal! While I’m not hosting any parades yet, as I check in midway through our campaign…we’re doing great.

A huge, HUGE thank you to everyone who has backed so far, and also to everyone who has helped spread the word about the campaign. Word of mouth is 10000% the most effective way to help people find out this project exists and get them interested in buying the anthology; we’d never get to the goal without our supporters, and we’d never get there without every person who says, “hey, have you seen this?” Y’all rock. We love that we get to bring you awesome books.

Anyway, on to today’s contributor spotlights!

Knight and Squire by Jennifer Smith

About the Artist: Smith has been drawing since a young age. With a focus in traditional drawing techniques, she has recently started using digital mediums to imitate traditional styles. Her focus is in portraiture and landscapes, especially with watercolor. You can find more of her art on her Tumblr.

Link: Tumblr

Allergy Girl and the Hate Arrangement by R. L. Houck

About the Author: R. L. Houck (she/her) still has one of the first stories she ever wrote, all the way back from elementary school. It was about flightless penguins reaching the sun and was a good indication of her boundless imagination and her love of animals. The latter became a full-time veterinary career; the former keeps her occupied with fanfiction and original fiction in her downtime.

She’s sometimes found wandering the woods around her house in Virginia with her dog. If not there, she’s sitting on the couch, catching up on a Netflix series, and smothered by her five cats. Sometimes, there’s even space for her wife.

Links: TikTok

Story Teaser:

“Oh, no! Mom’s been very supportive of me being trans. I just meant the name change. For an English lit professor, she has a real hard-on against Shakespeare,” Portia said. “It was one of the main reasons I chose the name.”

Christa didn’t want to bring the conversation down by discussing unsupportive parents of LGBTQA+ kids. Instead, she jumped on the mention of Shakespeare. “Well, Portia was a kick-ass character too,” Christa said.

“Right? Thank you!”

“You’re quite welcome. Oh! Phoenix! Is that why you chose the tattoo? Never mind, you don’t have to answer that. I apologize—I’m being super nosy,” Christa said, immediately backtracking.

Portia laughed. “You’re fine. That is exactly why I chose the phoenix: rebirth. And those pictures are sent; tell me what you think.”

A few seconds later, Christa got a text message from an unknown number. She opened it to see a gorgeous flower arrangement shown in several pictures taken from multiple angles.

“Wow. This is beautiful,” Christa said, voice faint from awe. “Are you sure this says, ‘I hate your guts and wish abstract misery upon you for the rest of your natural existence’ in flower language?”

“…in so many words, yes,” Portia said, sounding amused.

Tags: allergies, attraction at first sight, character has a different gender than in the source material, customer service representative, deadnaming (accidental), f/f, florist, getting together, the language of flowers, meet awkward, modern, past tense, pining, pov third person limited, siblings, tattoo, triplets, trans

We’ve already raised $7,250 to fund this anthology, and we’re 90% of the way to our goal. Come see what all the fuss is about, and help us spread the word by sharing today’s awesome teasers or any of our past posts!

#duck prints press #aim for the heart #r. l. houck #jennifer smith #kickstarter #projectswelove

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Finally...

I was looking for a really good shortwave receiver for at least a decade -an old tube equipped one of course. The problem getting one nowadays is that they were only produced in small numbers half a century (or more) ago, since then most are scrapped, botched, altered or corroded cause of bad storage -or all together. So if you have the chance getting one today you most likely will buy a 'construction site', needing hundreds of working hours for restoring it in a good working condition.

But after a looong search finally i had real luck. A big wooden crate was delivered on a pallet.

In this crate was one of the -for my opinion- ugliest shortwave receivers ever built, but at the same time also one of the best ones: a Rohde + Schwarz EK07.

Built in 1958 this one was a storage unit from the German Army. Well stored, regularly maintained and serviced, not altered, not botched, never used. So it is in nearly mint condition. It wasn't cheap but getting my hands on this was just sheer luck. Without doing anything: it's in perfect working order. No potentiometer, no switch crackles, every tube checks new -of course you can check all the tubes in the radio itself without removing them.

The manufacturer is more known for it's precision Lab-Equipment and less for it's shortwave receivers. This is also because their receivers weren't consumer or amateur gear, this was pro gear by any means. They were used in applications like coast guards or military surveillance and such. Always things where equipment costs doesn't matter -only the outcome. So back in 1958 when this unit was manufactured you could buy at least two brand new cars for the same amount of money. In exchange for this you got a masterpiece of german engineering and craftsmanship -and also an electro-mechanical nightmare if anything fails and you're not absolutely familiar with it's guts.

Fancy? No, there's absolutely nothing fancy on these. These are absolute workhorses, designed for doing an important job 24/7/365 for decades. Just take a look to that bandswich gear in the photo above. How often you have to switch over the bands until this would be worn out? Millions and Millions of times... And nope: this dark residues at that drum on the left and box below isn't mold or such. These are completely silver plated so it's just the darkened silver.

As you may see, most of the structural parts are made of die-cast and aluminum, so from the materials used it's relatively light weight. But all that built-in sturdiness and shielding adds up to staggering 147lbs/67kg. It's only a receiver, not a transmitter or a power amplifier.

Tubes... and more tubes

If you're not familiar with tube radios: your average AM (and shortwave) Radio from the 50's or 60's used 4 tubes (without the rectifier if this was a tube). Your trusty Hammarlund or Yaesu shortwave receiver from that time would have somewhat from 8 to 12 tubes -and these were quite good and sensitive receivers! This Rohde + Schwarz counts 28 tubes.

Some tubes here, some there, all fully shielded. But why the hell that much? The answer is quite simple: stability. On every count. Constant and stable gain over all bands and for a looong service time, stunningly stable VFO frequencies and all that stuff. No, they used no consumer tubes like in your TV or such. All of them are out of the 'commercial'-tube-series with a guaranteed service life of at least 10000 hours like in every aircraft of that time or such. Failing was not an option, this HAD to work.

Speaking about stability and accuracy:

this of course isn't digital stuff -it's purely analog. In the pictures below you can see the dials. Just add both frequencies and you know where you are -here on 29.630MHz or 29630kHz.

As you see: your readout is easily accurate down to less than 500Hz. So you can read at least 500Hz out of 29630000Hz. With other words the accuracy of your readout is 0.001687% in this case. Your average modern digital multimeter would be proud if it came only near to this 65 year old contraption.

Of course that large dial in the picture on the left isn't the only one. There are 12 of 'em, mounted on a drum and rotating according to the selected band. Giving you a simple S-Meter like in other shortwave receiver was of course also not possible.

Instead they provided you with a Voltmeter which displays directly the input voltage at the antenna input -and the threshold voltage for the 'Squelch' (if you have set that) which isn't a normal squelch. If activated it doesn't cut your Audio, it reduces the Gain instead with a settable time constant, so it acts more like a active noise cancelling between any signal -also between any dash and dot if you're receiving CW (Morse Code). Besides that you can choose your IF-Passband between 150Hz and 12kHz, have a absolutely stable BFO, a good Envelope Detector for AM-Reception and a perfect Audio Stage - that's all.

Speaking of the Audio Stage: 2W undistorted output power from a single end class-A is more than you need with a good speaker. McIntosh ® would call that circuit 'Unity Coupled', further a E88CC for the Audio-Preamp. We're talking about an Shortwave Radio, not an 'High-End' Audio Amplifier. Wanna take recordings of what you hear? No problem: here's your Line-Output, symmetric, 600 ohms, transformer coupled and with +10dBm (if you want) and in accordance to all Studio-Standarts. Sound quality for AM Broadcasts? With a passband switchable up to max. 12kHz for the IF better than the majority of stations can provide.

Precise?

So far so good, but what's about the heart of every shortwave receiver: the Oscillator or VFO? How stable and precisely does it beat after 65 years?

In your trusty -and quite good- Hammarlund or Yaesu amateur Radio from these days the VFO usually is equipped with two tubes: the Oscillator itself and the buffer amplifier -both sometimes also united in one bulb. If i hadn't lost track here they used 12 -and tons of other stuff. So that frickin VFO has a component count which is easily about the order of a complete shortwave receiver.

What the hell is all that stuff about -and wtf they had for breakfast back then? The answer is again simple: precision and stability.

As i said: this thing is 65 years old and i touched nothing. Of course I checked how much it's 'off' in terms of the frequency. After warming up for 20 Minutes i checked it every 1000kHz from the bottom to the top of its range. It was a bit different between all points, at some less than 50Hz and about 1kHz worst case.

My Lab-Equipment is quite good and precise, but for these low errors the tolerances of the measuring equipment has absolutely taken into account. So i made a separate measurement only for 10MHz -with the aid of a frequency standard sourced from an atomic clock. So this was 'the real thing'. After warming up for an hour i measured for 15 Minutes. The deviaton was between -717 to -722Hz. Including the error of the dial. This means frickin' 71.7...72.2ppm. PPM -parts per million! 65 years after manufacturing.... Just absolutely stunning -and with what freaking kind of equipment they had calibrated this back then??? Just have in mind: this is pure analog goodness, not a modern PLL. How the f***k they got there? Here's the clear link between a manufacturer of high-grade Lab Equipment and a shortwave receiver. I'm just stunned over the knowledge of the engineers who designed that circuit back then and the precision this was built.

All without doing anything and all it's original capacitors. Yap, i could realign that but tbh it's just wayyy to less been worth the effort. So it will stay as it is.

Nope,

you're not provided with that fancy stuff your new digital or SDR may have on board. There's no notch filter, no panoramic display -not even SSB! Why the hell they just 'forgot' all these things? The answer is easy: it's modular. The EK07 is just the 'mainframe', everything else you wanted to have can be added as external components you had to buy separately -also for tons of money of course.

Wanting SSB? Just add this:

35kg/77lbs and 18 Tubes more -to mention it's also a synchronous detector for AM is not worth the effort. Panoramic display, digital frequency counter, Teletype Adaptor, a remote control for controlling that beast over a telephone line? FM? Diversity reception?? No problem, you had just buy it. Everything of course with the same standards for precision and build quality.

The outcome...

Yea, i spent a good amount of money getting this -but in my opinion it was worth every dime. I wanted a good tube receiver and i got a really good one. Compared to upper class modern Radios it's still a very good radio. So the only thing I have to add is an external SSB/AM-Synchronous Detector. The originals are nearly impossible to get today, so i decided to build one. It's on the way and i will give you the results later. So stay tuned...

#shortwave #tube #radio #Rohde + Schwarz #EK07 #receiver

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I wish there was an inexpensive way to get properly tested and evaluated as an adult who might have Autism.

Every evaluation I’ve had has said I could very well be, that it’s almost certain, that I should 10000% absolutely get the evaluation done because I COULD, all signs point to “yes”, but my providers can’t afford to administer the testing.

I have extreme ADHD, but is it just that? I’m hyperempathetic, but not all the time; sometimes it’s just like I don’t care at all, but it’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that I’m not thinking/focusing on someone/something. Sometimes even if I’m thinking about something, I’m coping and masking by disengaging. Example: When I was at uni, a friend was driving us back to campus after a weekend away--home was 4 hours’ drive off campus. Her car broke down in the middle of nowhere and after half a day of trying to get somewhere safe, she started crying, and I just... felt nothing. EDIT: That’s not quite accurate. It’s not that I didn’t care about her feelings, I did! I just... didn’t have the appropriate reaction, I guess. I felt sad/stressed that she was crying, but I was calm and neutral and I did my best to comfort her, and understood why she was upset. (There are many other examples but that’s the one that came to mind.)

When I was a kid, I had a fiction/reality divide that was strong. Except for one thing: Scary/tense things on TV/movies, or video game characters getting hurt, caused me physical pain. However, that isn’t so much the case anymore--after all, the Soulsborne series is my absolute all time favorite! I wish I knew what the hell my brain was doing.

I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. Maybe because it’s 1pm on a Friday.

#not sims #personal

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my shadow and bone s2 running thoughts

"there's only one bed!" speedrun

sometimes hot people can't act

this is actually.... not good

wow being incognito lasted three minutes

no hesitation to blow your cover

what a kind northern Irish village gentleman

the bitch is back, long live the bitch

show me a 40 year old! not every person alive is 25 and hot

genya's wig... ain't it

all he is is dumb and hot

let the fake Scandinavians mispronounce jail, show me realism

ah yes, we do cool nods at the wall of weapons

the ears are the sign of a good tracker, and mal sure does have two ears

Sea Whip, That Was Easy™️

all tell, no show, that's the way that we go

god inej is fit

total stranger, for now xx

they're just putting their faces close together on purpose

daaaamn these bitches dead and deading others

ah yes, ignite the bombs while you're in the room

pirate ship cult

Nikolai is a dork

how small is this ocean....

kazs PTSD, a running gag

baby girl, you won't "finally eradicate it for good" right now, it's episode three

aah so they fucked

TINY ROLLINS WEE SCOTTISH BAB

"hey babe, expose your knife wound while i trauma dump plot info"

god inej is fit

nina knows

god nina is fit too

*saoirse ronan* "women"

how many times can this man get stabbed in the shoulder? we're up to three

murder is good, murder is chill, i've got no qualms with murder

too many characters, too many plots, disproportionate amount of time spent on the crows and god bless them for that

"hey bro can i propose to your girlfriend bro"

the mood lighting in this plague cemetery, vibes

HORRIBLE FAKE SCANDINAVIAN LANGUAGE, HORRIBLE -10000/10

girlie pop, youve got to lose the signature fancy hat, you are the most recognisable

dat ass

my man is here to be petty and he's bringing friends along for the ride

no plot! only flirting! as we deserve

let them all be lesbians

SPEEDRUN WESPER

episode four and they're already fucking thank Christ

good good wylan and Jesper are off shagging, I can brood in peace

"no"

time isn't real! geography is a myth! our boats will get there when it's convenient for the plot!

we are criminals, rats of the barrel, and occasionally help foreign royals when they ask nicely

"warm, and wet" the crows in Shu han, the gift that keeps on giving

can't believe I have to watch some reylo shit all over again

Dominik Dominik I sense an ex friend with benefits with our man Nikolai

good let the twink talk to butterflies and ignore the suffering of his friends

deforest station

happy to have a himbo in tolya

not so much a slow death by poisoning as a chance for nice life affirming trips to remotivate our heroes in the ninth hour

"throwing up or hallucinations" the only two possible outcomes of poisoning

she's the avatar!

one night stand to soulmates pipeline

ah yes, continue to make out in the background for everyones big character revelations

"you're a part of me mal, I can't loose you" well murder him and eat his bones and he'll be with you forever

boyfriend to organ donor pipeline

star wars levels of hand amputation, now featuring Mother's Good Finger Bones

"and there was only one set!"

yeah like, they definitely used to fuck, surely

twenty minutes of this episode and no crows, for shame

the crows aka Deus ex machina but make it fun flirty and bisexual

more finger amputations, moooooreeeeee

woohoo C plot lesbians

queue the fire benders

little viking boy, drawing crosses in the sand

Matthias villian origin story set up for season three

fun fact, I don't actually want to see another finger amputation

blue skies and sunny yet these bitches can't see a thing

the location scout must have been so proud of themselves for finding this fort, so proud that they spent two episodes having two identical groups chasing each other around three walls

you know what this big battle scene needs? some music

unecessarily squishy icicle stab sound effects

FIVE MORE FINGERS CUT OFF JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

oh damn she actually did it

slaaaayyyy

"series regular" shows up every two episodes for a single scene unrelated to the main plot

why aren't they lighting the kindling from multiple places and especially from lower down?

good for inej

again with the tiny ocean and instantly finding exactly what you were looking for, ofmd logic

uh oh hehe

gross

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone spoilers #shadow and bone s2 #i very much enjoyed it but also yall this show is objectively not good #i read the crows books but not the main one so i have no idea how accurate it was of an adaptation #i just know it was very silly and im happy i managed to binge it in 24hrs despite having to go to work #wesper #slay #inej #also slay

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