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aninventoryofthepossible · 10 months

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Inspirations for VOID 1680 AM

Earlier this year, I released a new solo TTRPG: VOID 1680 AM. In it, you use a deck of cards, a six-sided die, your music collection and a voice recorder to create your own late-night radio show.

The cards help you dig deep into your collection to reconnect with music you love; they and the die also help you create anonymous Callers and the concerns, hopes and obsessions that drove them to reach out to you, a fellow lone voice in the darkness.

I also included steps for joining the library of Callers for other players to use, and even to submit your full show for broadcast on the "real" VOID 1680 AM. You can see some of those Affiliate broadcasts here. They're genuinely very cool.

You can check out the game here, and I'm proud to say VOID 1680 AM is now a Judges' Spotlight Winner in this year's ENNIES.

Okay, enough table-setting. Let's get into it.

VOID was the culmination of a lifelong obsession with commercial radio; both the technology (which feels retro despite scarcely being over a century old) and the melancholy romance of lonesome voices baring themselves to an audience they'll never know the scope of.

This, to me, is an apt metaphor for the act of making something - anything at all. Speak into the Void, the back cover copy says. You never know who is listening. So it is with putting something you love into the world.

So what inspired VOID? I cite both Anamnesis by Sam Leigh and The Wretched by Chris Bissette in the book itself, two solo RPGs whose tones and methods did much to help me find my own.

But if I'm being truthful, VOID's inspirations mostly reside outside of games. Here are a few things that haunted me profoundly enough to drive me to respond.

The first is Talk Radio, specifically Oliver Stone's adaptation of Eric Bogosian's play. The movie's tagline is "the last neighborhood in America," which to me frames radio's persistent relevance and puts social media - often called a "town square" itself - in proper context as one piece of the many ways people find connection with others, for better or worse.

Contra the VOID DJ, Barry in Talk Radio is very, very aware of how his audience receives him (hint: not well). Barry must be heard, and so must the similarly damaged souls who call in to dump the poison in their brain into his... and everyone who's listening in, besides. It's a host of people who want to connect but don't know how, spiraling in decaying orbit around each other until something awful happens.

VOID 1680 AM was originally much darker before I decided to pull back and let players pick their own tone, and Talk Radio is why.

Oxenfree is a narrative video game about a small group of teens stuck on an island haunted by hungry ghosts who can be tuned in and out of reality with handheld radios. There's more to it than that, but I'll leave you to discover what on your own - because I would recommend this game to just about anyone.

Insofar as VOID 1680 AM can have a "soundtrack," it is this one by scntfc, created using WWII-era radio equipment.

The Vast of Night is a quietly alarming lo-fi/sci-fi set in a small town in New Mexico in the late '50s. A radio DJ and a switchboard operator pick up strange signals, and then... things happen.

This specific radio station (stylized in the poster above) is what I picture for "my" VOID 1680 AM.

Then there's Stevie in The Fog, played by Adrienne Barbeau. She's the bridge between VOID 1680 AM and my earlier solo game, Lighthouse at the End of the World.

She is, yes: a late night DJ. And her radio station is, yes: in a lighthouse. She's living my dream, at least until the ghost pirates show up.

Spoilers, I guess?

But the most important influence? VOID 1680 AM cover artist Jordan Witt's fan art for the podcast King Falls AM years ago. This image took up residence in my head, so much so that I still use it as phone wallpaper despite never having listened to the show it's for.

When it came time to partner with a cover artist, who that cover artist would be was never in question. Entirely unknowingly, Jordan took all these loose ideas in my head and gave them something to cohere to. A beacon, if you will.

They spoke something into the Void, and I listened.

Fun fact: Jordan even jazzed up the original logo I made for VOID 1680 AM when that title only applied to the AM transmitter in my garage. Here's my original - you can plainly see the influence of Jordan's art on that O. It all really came full circle.

Those are the biggest ingredients in the stew that made VOID 1680 AM. It's fun to talk about stuff I like, but also I hope it might nudge someone - anyone - to get going on something they're after.

(That's you. I'm talking about you.)

A project finding its voice is a wonderful thing, but there's no real miracle to it, no outside influence that will tell you what to do. It's just things in your head magnetizing to each other until they got a shape that - with coaxing - can stand on its own.

See you on the dial.

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg design #solo ttrpg #void 1680 am

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heaveninawildflower · 4 months

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Lychnis grandiflora by A. J. Wendel taken from 'Flora' by H. Witte.

Published 1868 by J.B. Wolters.

Lloyd Library and Museum.

#botany #botanical illustration #scientific illustration #plants #floral illustration

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chang-bunnie-bini-bop · 4 months

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hiraeth • seo changbin [part three]

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✰ pairing - roommate!changbin x fem!reader

✰ warnings - some swearing, reader is harassed non-consensually but it's all okay in the end :c

✰ word count - 2.9k

✰ notes - lol i don't know how to feel about this one it's literally crap. also the picture yes they are fucking hot

✰ tags - @hyunjinslittlestar @dunno-wut-to-do @caticorn61

✰ sypnosis: after setting some boundaries with changbin, somehow you coincidentally find out his secret.

hiraeth - the longing for a home that you cannot return to, or never was.

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You knew it was probably wrong to follow your roommate through college, but when you find out he’s been hiding things from you, what choice did you have?

Changbin turned the corner, talking to Jisung and completely unaware of your current situation.

He was stopped by Chan, and the three headed off somewhere.

You decided that it was enough, and you wandered off towards your classroom.

The confusions only increased as Changbin disappeared off for random parts of the day, whether it was early morning, during the day, or late at night.

Worried would be an understatement. You didn’t know whether he was okay or not, and the apartment felt emptier than ever.

Does he not want to be around me?

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“Go outside. Don’t just sit around in here.” The mom barged into the room, scaring the living hell out of the poor girl, who was clearly deathly scared of loud noises.

“What? What are you hiding to make such a big reaction to me coming in? Keep the door open. And you better study something. Or else.” The older woman threatened, walking out the door and leaving the girl to bask in her thoughts.

“I SAID, GET OUT!” The mother screeched at the girl, who got up from the desk and ran to the front door.

She wandered the streets for a little while, not wanting to talk to people, much less make friends.

Going home for another half an hour wasn’t an option.

The girl knew that someday she would regret not making friends.

People always told her that it was difficult at first.

To her, it seemed impossible. She would end up alone. All alone.

She bit back tears as she remembered her old friends, and how they had ditched her once she had finally opened up to them.

They had blocked her, and she felt more alone than ever.

No one. No one to open up to, to explain the bitter truth of her problems. Nobody to trust, to believe in.

Maybe, she was destined to be this way.

Alone.

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You stopped by the grocery store on the way back to the dorms from the library.

Wandering around through the isles, you selected many necessities, including food and medicine.

You stopped in front of a specific item; Changbin’s favorite cookie snack.

You immediately grabbed multiple packets, witt how much he was working, he clearly needed his energy, which was also sugar.

You almost giggled at the thought of him having a sugar rush last time, running around the apartment with you chasing him down.

It was almost…fun.

You knew that Seo Changbin was a major health freak, and that he would never have too much sugar, but there were sometimes where he really needed it.

Grabbing a few more of Changbin’s favorite snacks and making your way to the checkout counter, pulling out your wallet to pay for the items.

“Need me to pay for them, pretty?”

Your heart nearly stopped. You froze in your position, turning slightly in fear.

A group of three men, all smoking and clearly drunk, laughed at your state of fright.

“U-Um…sir…i’m a minor.” You informed him, glancing at the cashier for help.

However, he just smirked at you instead.

“How old ‘re you?” The drunk guy slurred, stumbling towards you, prompting you to take a couple steps back.

“I’m 17.” You whimpered. “That’s plenty.” The guy grunted, limping towards you.

You immediately turned and ran without a second thought, hiding behind a column of wall that was inaccessible to the public.

You didn’t care about how much trouble you would get into later.

Terrified, you pull your phone out of your hoodie pocket.

Immediately calling Changbin, you gasp as you hear a container getting knocked over in the next isle.

Praying that he would pick up, you sank to the floor to hide more effectively.

Your call was immediately sent to voice mail.

You called Jisung and Chan; neither of them responded either.

Finally, you called Mina, who picked up immediately.

Frantically, you explained the situation to her, and she told you to hang on; she was one her way.

Five minutes passed, and a hand grabbed your shoulder. Alarmed, you almost scream before breaking into sobs as your friend cradled you.

Safe. You were safe.

You both walked out of the grocery store after paying for your things.

The creepy guys didn’t even dare to come near you now that you weren’t alone.

“Thank you. Oh my goodness, you saved me.” You gasped, gripping your friend’s shoulders.

“Oh come on. It’s what friends do. Also those guys were super creepy. What happened to your super buff roommate? Changbin? Why didn’t he come?” Mina asked, continuing to hold you closer to give you a sense of security.

“H-He didn’t pick up. Even when he knows I never call except when it’s an emergency.” You grunt. You were gonna give him a piece of your mind once you reach the dorm.

If he even was there.

“Ooof. Girl, get your man in order.” Mina giggled at the wild blush coating your face.

“He is not my man!” You scoff, slapping her shoulder while continuing to walk towards the familiar college building.

“I mean, he’a pretty cute. And he’s your type.” Mina teased, wiggling her eyebrows at you and cackling as you shriek in disbelief.

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You entered your dorm after punching in the key code, walking straight to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water.

What you didn’t expect, however, was for a certain black-haired man to be sitting on the couch.

You immediately walk in front of him, ready to go off on him for not answering your calls.

Normally, this would be a pretty crappy thing to get upset over, considering it was just one phone call.

But Changbin knew that you never called unless it was an emergency, and you had established that pretty early on in your friendship.

“What excuse do you have for yourself?! I even called you during free period! Why didn’t you pick up?” You shouted.

“Y-Y/N i’m seriously sorry, I had something going on at the time, so I switched off my phone. What happened?” Changbin replied, looking up at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen on him.

Clearly he was feeling remorse for his actions. You decided to go easy on him.

“This guy at the grocery store tried to harass me, I called Mina though, so i’m okay.”

Changbin gasped quietly, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes in guilt.

“Y/N…i’m so sorry. Please forgive me…” He quietly asked, grabbing your hands and placing them on his head in an attempt to ask for forgiveness.

“It’s okay, Binnie. Just…don’t ignore them again, kay?” You tried to calm him down, and he yanked you down onto the couch next to him and snuggled up to you.

Your chest warmed up at the affectionate act, and you played with his bangs while he slept. Wow, clearly he was exhausted.

You realize that he was wearing pretty heavy makeup, something he didn’t do normally.

He looked very pretty, though. You dragged him to your room, removing all of his makeup and fixing his hair.

You change into your pajamas in your closet, doing your skincare before you both went to bed, in his room, or course.

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“Girl! I got tickets for us both to go to the 3RACHA concert!” Mina squealed, jumping up and down in utter excitement.

“What’s 3RACHA?” You ask, not really insterested.

“They’re this new band! They’re anonymous, though. You only know them by their stage names. CB97, J.one, and SPEARB.” Mina rambled to you, handing you a ticket.

“I guess I’ll have to research them.” You reply, staring at the silhouettes in the picture and getting the fleeting impression of familiarity. Like you’ve seen them before.

Later that night, you researched the group and listened to some of their music.

They only had one album, so you made sure to listen to all the songs.

The concert was tomorrow, and you could see why Mina was so excited.

They were seriously talented, but you couldn’t shake the feeling as if you had heard their voices somewhere.

You decided to ask Changbin about it, he was majoring in music, so maybe he would know about them.

“CHANGBIN-AH!” You called, pulling up the album image and staring at the black silhouettes again.

True to your word, your roommate walked into the room, staring at his phone.

“Do you know these guys?” You ask, gesturing to the image on your computer screen.

For some reason, Changbin visibly panicked, stuttering and stumbling over his sentences and fiddling with his hands.

“N-No. I don’t think I’ve seen t-them before…” He trailed off.

“Oh, okay! I’ll ask Hannie. Maybe he’d know.”

“NO! I mean n-no. He’s probably super busy. he has an exam, you know?” Binnie giggled nervously at the end.

“Oh…well i’ll ask him later, then.” You shut your laptop.

“Their music actually sounds super good! I like all the songs produced by SPEARB, though. They’re exactly my style. You should listen!” You ramble.

“Really?!” He started, immediately changing the topic when you gave him a confused expression. “Um, so what’s for dinner?”

Needless to say, you knew Changbin was hiding something. Maybe he knew who they were and promised not to tell or something.

That would make sense. Maybe.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror. The dress suited you, but you still felt awkward in it.

It had been years since you had worn a dress, and you regretted it.

“Y/N! I’m heading out, oka-woah…” Binnie stood at the doorway of your bedroom, staring at you in awe.

He set his phone down and walked closer to you.

“This is the first time you’ve worn a dress?” He smoothed out a crease near your waist.

“Mhm…I was just about to change, though. I feel awkward.” You blurt, turning towards the closet.

A single hand on your waist stopped you.

Slowly, you turned around and looked Binnie in his eyes.

“It suits you. Please wear it.” He whispered softly, turning you around and fastening the zipper on the back.

He grabbed a hairbrush from you drawer. turned so that both of you were facing the mirror.

“You look so pretty, yeah? How come you don’t wear dresses more often?” He breathed out, brushing your hair neatly and tying it into a cute updo.

“My mom…how do you know how to tie hair?” You grinned as he flushed pink.

“Y/N…don’t tease me. You know I have a sister!” He whined, albeit still giggling.

“Well, I guess we both have somewhere to go, huh?” You smile, genuinely, for the first time in a long time.

“Mhm…stay safe, okay? No touching, not when you look this pretty.” Binnie winked, and you could feel blood rushing up to your cheeks.

Then you understood what he was implying. “AGH! I’m not going to the bar, idiot! I’m a minor, remember?!” You slap him playfully, squeezing his bicep once and poking his side aggressively.

He squawked loudly at the ticklish sensation, batting your hand away. Both of you ended up laughing your hearts out.

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Needless to say, somehow both of you were heading in the same direction, and Changbin offered to drop you off.

You gave him the directions, and you noticed how he started to get more panicky the closer you got to the the concert.

His face paled drastically when you both arrived at the stadium, and his eyes widened.

“You don’t…by chance have a concert here, do you?” He whispered, sinking in his seat when you nodded your head.

“Binnie? Are you okay?” You ask.

“Yup. Completely fine. You know what? I gotta go. See ya!” He dropped you off and drove away, leaving you majorly confused.

You entered the stadium and found Mina in no time.

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Changbin drove around a few times before parking at the same spot again, entering through the back door and meeting up with Chan and Jisung.

Heading backstage, he explained the situation to the other two, panicking and gasping out.

“Hey, hey. Changbin. It’s okay. I know she’ll know by today, but what is she gonna do? Either way she’ll figure out because of the internet, at least she’ll know in person , yeah?” Chan tried to calm the younger man down.

“Hey, we’re in this together, okay? I didn’t tell her either, and i’m her bestie. I’m probably more screwed than you are! Now, let’s not let these nerves affect our performance, okay?” Jisung rubbed a hand along Binnie’s back, soothing the boy as he drank a glass of water.

“Aaaagh. Of course she shows up at the one concert we reveal our faces.” Changbin groaned, turning in his chair to let the makeup artist continue his work.

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”Oh my god. I bet they’re really fucking hot.” Mina rambled, clearly ecstatic at the aspect of finally getting to see the artists’ faces.

“Eh, it wouldn’t matter. They’re talented, and that’s all that matters.” You shrugged, turning towards the stage when the lights dimmed.

You heard CB97’s voice echo throughout the huge stadium.

“Lovely evening we have here today, yeah?” He walked out, removing his face mask.

You audibly gasp. Chan. What the hell?

“Woah. He’s smoking hot.” Mina giggled.

“He’s my roommate’s best friend, what the fuck?” You breathe out, shock overtaking your entire body.

Suddenly, all the pieces started fitting together. Wait. That means…

Jisung ran onto stage, the entire corwd erupting into excited cheer and chaos, and your jaw dropped.

Finally, the two coaxed a very giggly Changbin from the stage lift, and you and Mina both froze.

They started talking, but everything sounded like a blur. This is what he’d been hiding.

“Girlie, isn’t that your…roommate?” Mina gasped, and you nodded your head frantically.

Changbin’s eyes landed on you, directly in the middle of the crowd.

He flushed pink and waved at you, grinning cutely and winking softly.

‘What the fuck?’ You mouthed at him, bursting into disbelief filled laughter.

He giggled and pursing his lips.

They started performing, and though all three of them shined on stage, your eyes stayed on one person.

He looked so…happy. He was so different from your shy roommate.

He was so confident, flexing his muscles and biceps and causing your mind to turn to mush.

Mina was right. They were really fucking hot.

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After the concert, you walked backstage, accompanied by Chan, who had secretly come to pick you up while Changbin and Jisung tapped freestyle on stage for the crowd’s entertainment.

The stage curtain closed, and Changbin and Jisung ran into the backstage room, both running and squealing in adrenaline rush, before engulfing you in a huge hug.

“Sooo?” Jisung started. “How was it? Youre the roommate of the super hot and famous Seo Changbin.” Changbin giggled at the end, slapping Hanji playfully.

“Oh, stop it.” He turned to you, pursing his lips again and grinning softly.

“How was it? Did I do okay?” He asked, clasping your hands in his, excitement flashing through his eyes.

You were lost for words. “Wow-Changbin! This is absolutely insane! You did so well.” You ended off with squishing his cheek.

“So pretty, so amazing. Your rapping is actually next-level.” You blurted, grabbing his face with both hands as he blushed a deep red.

“Really?” He whispered, and you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you could stop yourself.

His eyes sparkled in happiness. You made sure to memorize every detail, to keep in your mind.

You both stayed in each other’s arms for a while, Chan and Jisung’s knowing smirks passing over both of your heads.

Once the other two had left to attend to Mina, Changbin immediately picked you up by the waist and spun you around, eliciting happy giggles from both of you.

“You need to wear dresses more, seriously so pretty…” He murmured, resting his head against your collarbone.

“I’ll get more, I don’t know which ones look good on me, though…” You sounded uncertain, sentence trailing off before Binnie interrupted.

“I’ll come with you. Seriously need to spoil you every once in a while.”

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 5 months

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Pansexual & Panromantic Pride

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💖 Happy belated Panromantic & Pansexual Pride Day (December 8)! To all my pan bookish bats, I see you. 💛 As always, I can't stress the importance of having these books on our shelves, to boost awareness and support for our queer community. Here are a few books featuring pansexual and panromantic characters! 💙

✨ What’s your favorite pan book? Share the title and tag the author in the comments!

💖 Crownchasers by Rebecca Coffindaffer 💛 In the Ravenous Dark by A.M. Strickland 💙 Scoreless Game by Anna Zabo and L.A. Witt 💖 Soft on Soft by Mina Waheed 💛 Beating Heart Baby by Lio Min 💙 Bad at Love by Gabriela Martins 💖 A Dark and Hollow Star by Ashley Shuttleworth 💛 Miss Meteor by Tehlor Kay Mejia and Anna-Marie McLemore 💙 The Upside of Unrequited by Becky Albertalli 💖 Final Draft by Riley Redgate 💛 Get It Right by Skye Kilaen 💙 The Mirror Season by Anna-Marie McLemore

💖 Chef’s Choice by TJ Alexander 💛 How to Find a Missing Girl by Victoria Wlosok 💙 For Never & Always by Helena Greer 💖 In the City of Time by Gwendolyn Clare 💛 Ship It by Britta Lundin 💙 It Goes Like This by Miel Moreland 💖 Count Your Lucky Stars by Alexandria Bellefleur 💛 Love & Other Disasters by Anita Kelly 💙 Man O’ War by Cory McCarthy 💖 The (Un)popular Vote by Jasper Sanchez 💛 Loveless by Alice Oseman 💙 A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab

💖 The Library of the Unwritten by AJ Hackwith 💛 Verona Comics by Jennifer Dugan 💙 One Step at a Time by Lily Seabrooke 💖 For the Love of April French by Penny Aimes 💛 Wild and Crooked by Leah Thomas 💙 Once & Future by Amy Rose Capetta 💖 This Rebel Heart by Katherine Locke 💛 Pyre at the Eyreholme Trust by Lin Darrow 💙 Drag Me Up by R.M. Virtues 💖 Extra Witchy by Ann Aguirre 💛 Ben and Beatriz by Katalina Gamarra 💙 The Adventures of Isabel by Candas Jane Dorsey

#books #queer books #panromantic books #pansexual books #pansexual pride #panromantic pride #queer fiction #queer romance #queer community #queer #book lovers #book blog #booklr #batty about books #battyaboutbooks

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anonymousfiction211 · 1 year

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Getting through the winter

Summary Loki notices that something is amiss with you. With a little help from Natasha he makes it his mission to cheer you up, while battling with his own anxieties in the process.

Word count 2.640 words

Genre Angsty, fluff

A/N: A little different than what I usually witte. Hope you guys still like it!

Getting through the winter When he entered the living room he didn’t see your presence there. He did see Natasha on her phone, but that wasn’t the person he wanted to see. He casually walked to an empty chair, sitting down and looking around. He opened his book and pretended to read. His mind was occupied elsewhere. After looking for you at the library, kitchen, training room, game room and now living room, he still hadn’t found any sign of you. You weren’t on a mission and he had knocked on your bedroom door early in the morning, but he didn’t hear a sign of life on the other end.

It was almost 11 o’clock in the morning. He was trying to recollect if you had gone out yesterday evening and maybe would be back late. But you weren’t your usual self for the last two weeks and he had noticed that you barely interacted with anyone. Which was unlike you.

He wouldn’t go as far to admit it, but he was starting to miss you. Normally, the two of you would be in the living room together in the morning. Getting up around the same time, you a little earlier than him. He would walk in, see you on the couch, reading the newspaper of that day, with a cup of coffee. After the first week that he was ‘part of the team’ and this event had occurred, you had put out an extra cup of coffee. To his surprise, you had never offered it to him, you had never even mentioned that it was for him, but he could only assume it was. Since there was nobody else around or even awake. So, he sat down next to you, started to read his book, and sipped on the coffee.

‘You’re welcome’ you had said after a while.

He only replied with a grunt.

Little by little, you started to engage conversation in the early mornings. And to his regret it took a lot longer than was necessary, but the two of you ended up as friends. Good friends, maybe even his best friend. It was something about your bubbly personality, the way you ignored all his attempts to push you away at first, how you were endlessly patient with him and always made sure that he felt included. It attracted him. More than he cared to show. But somehow he thought you already knew how much you really meant to him.

But he hadn’t seen you for that morning ritual for the last week and a half. After a few mornings he had even made a cup of coffee for you, as if that would summon you, still he had to try. But you never showed. Today was the first time he had knocked on your door in the early morning, no answer. He couldn’t figure out where you were, and his anxiety that you were avoiding him was starting to settle in. That, and his concern that something had happened. Something bad. It popped up in his head that maybe you had a boyfriend, and that the reason he didn’t see you until midday, was that you were in bed with him. That thought bothered him more than it should.

‘She’s still in bed’ Natasha suddenly said without looking up from her screen.

‘I beg your pardon?’ he replied.

She looked up from her screen, a little smirk across her face. From all the teammates he had, she was the only one he had to challenged him in that way. And while it was the most annoying thing, he also respected that she could keep up. ‘(Y/N), she is still in bed. Has been for the last mornings’ she answered.

‘So? Why tell me?’ he tried.

Rolling her eyes he gave her a murderous look. ‘(Y/N) always struggles in the winter. It has something to do with the lack of light, the cold. It’s called winter depression. And since most of the team has left a few days ago, it’s harder for her’

‘Oh’ was all he said.

He went back to his books, but couldn’t concentrate on the words. He was analysing every word Natasha had just told him. Trying to understand. Trying not to be hurt by he fact that he was all that you were struggling with, lack of light and cold. In his absent mind he started to fiddle with he corner of the page. Once he noticed he had folded the corner, he tried to straighten it. Aggressively trying to fix the page back in shape, as if that would help you.

‘So?’ Natasha said.

‘What?’

‘Aren’t you go run towards her? Trying to cheer her up?’ she said. The smirk was back on her face again.

‘And why would I do that?’

‘I know all about your morning rituals, she actually cares a lot about you. And the fact that you show up every morning tell me enough. Besides, you are a prince. I would expect it for you to play prince charming’ she explained.

She was right. For a moment he contemplated to stay seated and trying to casually bump into you this evening. Not giving Natasha the satisfaction that her assessment was right. But he needed to know that you were alright, even if he embodied everything you hated at the moment.

He got up, and walked away. Rolling his eyes at the smirk that was still plastered on her face. Before he left, he turned around.

‘Oh, by the way. Say hi to Banner when you see him tonight’ now it was his turn to look smug while he noticed the slight shock on her face.

He quickly made his way through your room. When he knocked on the door, you still didn’t answer. He knocked again, but still no sign of life. He was growing impatient. He needed to do something. He tried the doorhandle, but it was locked. He was impatiently pacing around in the hallway. And while it was a high risk for him to take, he decided to teleport in your room.

His eyes needed a minute to adjust to the dark. The curtains were still shut, making the room almost pitch black. His gaze was fixed on you. You laid curled up, blankets clutching in your hands while most of it was trapped between your legs. By the way you were breathing slowly he knew you were asleep. Feeling like he overstepped, he teleported back to the hallway.

Walking back to Natasha, he hated what he was about to do.

‘I need your help’ he almost spat, but restrained himself.

‘What do you want?’ she narrowed her eyes at you.

‘How do you fix winter depression?’ he asked.

‘Just google it, I don’t know’ she shrugged.

He awkwardly stood still in front of her. He hated when they used terms he didn’t understand. ‘I’ll show you’ she finally said. And he was glad that he didn’t have to ask for help again.

To his surprise, Natasha actually was helpful. She even helped him set up. After they were done she said that she was going out with Banner, apparently now that she knew he knew, she just admitted it. He liked that kind of honesty about her. Right before she left, he decided that he might try with her.

‘Natasha?’ he said. She turned around, looking a little confused at him. ‘Thanks’ he barely could make audible. But she smiled and nodded at him before she left.

Now all he needed was you.

‘(Y/N)’ he said quite loud on the other side of the door. He was relieved to hear some stumbling going on. You opened the door a just enough so he could see your face.

‘Yeah?’ the vulnerability in your voice broke his heart.

‘I made snacks and you need to eat’ he said.

‘I didn’t know you could cook?’ you sceptically asked.

‘All right, Natasha made snacks and you need to eat’ he replied. ‘Come, I’m not taking no for an answer. I haven’t seen you all day’ he sounded stern but shot you a smile, knowing that it was a friendly scolding.

‘She made your favourites’ he added.

‘Fine, I’ll go change’ you smiled, but he noticed it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Loki nervously waited in the living room. He was wondering if he did the right thing. Maybe you would be mad at him. Bu he needed to do something. He just prayed to the Norns that it would cheer you up, even if it was just slightly.

‘Oh my God’ his prayers were interrupted by your gasp.

You looked in total awe at the lightbulb strings that covered the entire living room. The normal lightning was switched off, adding to a cosy ambiance. Loki had spread out all the food on the coffee table in front of the couch. He had prepared all you favourite snacks, from devilled eggs, to different kind of cheeses, to nachos, chocolates and popcorn.

Next to the food he had multiple DVDs stacked on top of each other. He had chosen all comedies in the hope to hear you laugh tonight. He asked what you wanted to drink and went to the kitchen to get it. When he got back he was relieved to see that you had already taken a place on the couch. Wrapped up in a blanket with a plate of different snacks.

‘This is amazing’ you smiled at him.

‘Glad you like it, what do you want to watch?’ he asked.

‘Oh, just pick whatever’ you answered.

Not wanting to make the final choose he let you choose between two DVDs he selected. He put on the movie and to his surprise, you offered him the other half of the blanket. You sat the plate of food between you guys and nestled in to watch the movie.

While you seemed to relax, Loki grew more anxious. He had already put an arm on the back of the couch, wondering if he could slide it down your shoulder and tug you closer towards him. If that would comfort you, if that would upset you.

That’s when he heard you laugh. You had your attention with he movie, Loki hadn’t. But it didn’t matter, he could hear you laugh all night and it would be one of the best nights of his life. During he movie he tried to pay attention, but he shifted his focus to you now and then. When you laughed your whole face lit up, and it was hypnotizing for him to watch.

During the movie he noticed that you started to lean into his chest little by little. Loki’s whole body felt like it was on fire. But he had to remember, you didn’t like winter. You didn’t like darkness, you didn’t like cold, you couldn’t possibly like him.

The movie had come to an end. And you stretched yourself out. ‘So ehm.., do you want to watch another movie or play a game or something?’ you asked. ‘Oh it started to snow!’ you excited exclaimed.

You quickly shot up and walked towards the window. Loki missed your warmth, but was also quite confused about your reaction to snow.

‘Come on!’ you said. You grabbed his hand and pulled him off of the couch. He sheepishly followed you to balcony. You stood outside, without a jacket, watching over the skyline of New York, while it was snowing.

‘What? I thought..’ he started but was at a lost for words.

‘What’s wrong?’ you asked.

‘I thought you hated winter, cold, darkness and everything?’

‘Who told you that?’ you asked.

‘Isn’t that what winter depression is?’ he was properly confused at the moment.

‘No, that’s not exactly. I do like winter. It’s just, daylight is so short these days. It messes up my rhythm, I don’t feel as energetic, I feel tired and a little sad. I just want to curl up and cuddle with a blanket, or someone’ you blushed a little.

‘Oh, I thought.. oh never mind’ he answered. Realizing he might have been jumping to conclusions about you hating everything he was. And wondering how he could even think that you did for a second. It wasn’t in your nature, it wasn’t you.

The two of you talked on the balcony in the snow. Loki wasn’t bothered by the cold, but he saw you starting to shiver a little. He conjured up a large blanket that draped around his shoulders. He moved behind you, grabbed the corners of the blanket and put his arms and the blanket around you as well. It was risky, but he couldn’t restrain himself any longer.

‘Thank you, this is nice’ you whispered.

‘I missed you in the mornings’ he whispered back.

‘I’m sorry. Getting up in the morning while it is still pitch black is quite difficult for me’

‘I can come and get you in the morning, if you want that is of course. Maybe we can go for a walk when the sun is getting up after that?’ Loki proposed.

‘I’d like that’ you said.

You turned around in his embrace, so you could face him. ‘I can’t thank you enough for cheering me up tonight. It gets harder when everyone is away’ you said.

Before he could respond he felt your soft lips press against his. The kiss was innocent and quick, you were blushing heavily and crept a little closer against his chest. ‘I think this winter with you won’t be so bad’ you said.

‘I’m glad I can be of service, darling. But now I insist you come back inside with me. Because, I can feel you shivering even under a blanket. I’m going to make you some hot chocolate’ he said.

‘Do you even know how to make hot chocolate?’ you asked.

‘I’m going to watch you make us some hot chocolate, but I get to decide how much whipped cream and marshmallow go on top. In return, you can pick the next movie’ he smirked.

‘Deal’ you said.

You had fallen asleep on his chest during the second movie. The movie had ended a long time ago, but Loki didn’t dare to move an inch. He was reading a book and glancing back to ensure you were still sleeping peacefully. He couldn’t believe his luck tonight.

He was startled when Natasha and Bruce entered the living room. Bruce was clearly surprised by the scene that was in front of him. If Natasha was shocked, she didn’t show it. She just nodded Bruce to move along. With one quick glance at Loki, he nodded at her and walked away.

‘I didn’t think you would turn so soft so soon’ Natasha said teasingly.

Loki couldn’t be bothered by the teasing with you in his arms. ‘She is the only exception, I can assure you’

‘Good, I like the two of you together. She has been chatting my ears off about how she likes you’ she said.

‘What? You knew? Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘Would you have believed me if I did?’ she asked.

‘That’s fair’ he said.

‘You know, she is a very deep sleeper. If you want you can carry her to bed. She won’t wake’

He looked down at you, and he knew that he could have carried you to bed and hour ago. ‘Just five more minutes’ he said. He wanted to savour every minute of you laying against him. ‘And thanks again, properly this time. I hope I can return the favour one day’

‘Yeah, I don’t think you and Bruce are quite a good fit yet. But who knows, maybe somewhere in the future. Anyway, you’re welcome and good night Loki’ she smiled.

‘Good night, indeed’ he said while he kissed the top of you head.

Taglist: @benaddictcumberbatch @joyful-enchantress @harlequin-hangout @eleniblue @misunderstoodself

#loki marvel #loki laufeyson #loki of asgard #loki odinson #loki of jotunheim #loki mcu #loki fiction #loki fic #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki angst #loki x you #loki x reader #loki story #loki sweet #loki #loki god of lies #loki god of mischief

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weird-rottmnt-headcanons · 1 year

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ROTTMNT MAD DOGS AND WHICH DADDY THEY WOULD VIBE WITH FROM DUNGEONS AND DADDIES

Before we begin, yes I know this is niche but golly gee are my hyperfixations strong as all hell. I need to mesh they together or I will die. Thank you.

Raphael

Darryl Wilson

-I feel like I shouldn't have to explain this one too much.

-Darryl would teach his new turtle son how to play football and Raph would watch wrestling with his new human dad.

-They are both stressed 24/7 and have to deal with 3 other childish members of their teams. They are the same person. Deal with it.

Donatello

Ron Stampler

-Okay, this one might need some explaining. I feel like out of all the dads, Donnie would find the most amusement watching the curiosity that is Ron Stampler.

-He would need to study him. And, maybe if they're lucky he could find a suitable pant replacement for his new step-dad. A win-win.

-Plus I feel like Donnie would remind him of his own step-son, Terry Jr. So... yeah.

Leonardo

Glenn Close

-I shouldn't have to explain, but I feel like some of you have questions. Probably in the back.

-Okay, so they are both the pretty boys of their group who rely on their quick witt before drawing their swords (or nunchucks)

-But also... they've both been to prison. And, they could bond over going to said prison (or prison dimension) and having to be rescued, only to come back with horrible trauma that they both refuse to talk about. Yay!!

Michelangelo

Henry Oak

-Okay, this is the one I am the least sure of, but I was running out of Dads.

-However, they are both the most emotionally inept people of their groups, but also sometimes the first to freak out.

-Also I could see Henry showing Mikey some cool rocks and the little turtle painting them for his new Rock Dad.

-Plus, they can both do magic. And, I feel like Mikey would remind Henry of his boy Sparrow. Very sweet. Yes.

Last notes... some of you might be asking 'Shouldn't Donnie be put with Henry-' NO!!! In the library episode, Donnie states he doesn't like Geology. They would squable.

#rottmnt #leo rottmnt #raph rottmnt #donnie rottmnt #mikey rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #dungeons and daddies

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longeyelashedtragedy · 1 month

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tag ppl you want to know better game - tagged by @heffer-wen many many days ago! (i had so much fun reading your answers!)

last song: "shrike" by hozier. i liked this song fine when the album first came out, but 5 years later all of a sudden it's everything my brain needs to hear. something about how his voice sounds when it gets Loud--it's just filling all the spaces that are empty and expanding my lungs and i can breathe. yknow?

currently watching: nothing, sincerely. i've got a pandemic era frank interview queued up, but that requires actually staring at a video and paying attention, and i'm not very good at that. i mean i guess i've poked around a couple old youtube videos that are too incriminating to discuss. but!

in seriousness...i'm trash at watching anything most of the time. tv/movies were on a near-total ban in my house as a kid and i think i'm a product of this parenting choice (recommend!)

three ships: frank x mason, big gabi x willo, XHAKARTETA. hard to pick a favorite frank ship though...that could go in a lot of directions.

favorite color: Heff did i see hot pink and black? YES! my favorite colors are pink and black. runners-up: red and purple, though some reds and purples are better than others.

first ship: gosh...honestly, i think it was McLennon, hahah. that was the first ship i realized was a ship, though, because my friend introduced me to ff.n via that ship the summer after 8th grade. before that, i was informally shipping katarina witt with a whole bunch of people myself included. but yes, John & Paul. i didn't really have headcanons or anything though, i just read some stuff. the first ship where i was like I SHIP IT and went to read fanfic on LJ for it was *sigh* bellatrix/narcissa from harry potter. say what we will about JKR now, and i'm sure we all have, but some of the fanfic on livejournal went HARD. as a mere teenager, i was in awe of the adults writing all this stuff, and felt so privileged to lurk amongst them and occasionally comment. Would that fandoms were still like this!!!

place of birth: new york, ny in a hospital that's about to close. i was six days late because i was destined to be a sag and not a scorpio. i knew even then!

current location: just across the river and a little bit southeast.

relationship status: hardcore in my aromantic era. i used to be obsessed with love and having a special person and all that, but i don't know...the idea of having to have someone up in my business, entitled to knowledge about me, sharing a space with me all the time...it all just feels like a big NO these days. it actively makes my skin feel crawly. of course, life is designed for you to have a partner which is pretty frustrating. sincerely i'd rather just have a bunch of loving and interesting friends who all live near me. now, am i down for a hookup? sure, but the only part of me worth seeing is my head, so we move!

last movie: "encounter in the air," it's a movie directed by this albanian director whose stuff i love. he doesn't use music in his films, and films on location in/near his hometown in northern albania, and the...soundscape? is so rich and bountiful and gorgeous. you don't realize how noisy movies are till you watch one of these. (this was one of the very rare times when i watch something)

currently working on: reading my way through my library book pile, decluttering my leggings shelf, thinking of how i want to structure a potential fic about a ~75 year-old man having a drunk fuck with his son's wife (with motivations currently unknown to me--and what tone it should have? not my usual pedestrian tone, but how to do it differently? i do have some interesting sentences written down in the draft. i like the sight and then the memory of wet footprints on the hallway floor & mud from the football pitch and carelessly worn boots tracked through the house). also how i'd write some frank/anthony gordon england NT callup dubcon phone sex. now that was a whole serving of word salad. shit, imagine if i was writing TAA/szoboszlai or pedri/gavi.

tagging: @thatbrightblueshine @kvaradonaa @protect-daniel-james @medicalwastebouquet @thundercrack (answer on whichever of your blogs hahaha) and i KNOW i'm leaving people out so...YOU. if you want!!!! no pressure at all.

#about me #thank you heffer-wen!#i might reblog this in the morning idkkk

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voidselfshipp · 2 months

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Meetings of a distant past

Cw: none that I can think of.

Summary: Gerard Keay is sent to retrieve a book from the Institutes consultant,he soon learns to not judge a book by its cover.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog

Gerard sighed,leaning his head Back on his chair a little bored as Gertrude skimmed through a few statements.

--instead of moping,why dont you get me a book from Ms.Raconteur's library?--The old woman with him asked,voice monotone,desinterested but laced with dry witt.

He snorted a chuckle--'m not mopin'

--Uh-huh-- she answered-- then go get me a book

Nodding he answers-- Okay,what book?

--the oldest edition of "forgotten myths of creation" ,any author as long as its the oldest

Gerard stands up,grabbing his jacket and turning to her boss--Very well, need me to get anything on the way back?

The archivist looks at the clock hung up on the wall,breathing out that mildly stale air of the archives,thick with the smell of paper and underground.

--Tea,its almost five anyway-- she answered, and heard him make his way to the door. Before he crosses the threshold of the entrance,a smirk appears on her face-- ah and by the way,Ms.Racounteur is a great conversationalist,so I wont blame you if you take a little longer than usual

Her assistant chuckles-- cmon,why would I?

--Well, She can be pretty charming, thats all

She can hear the skepticisim in his scoff-- eh,we'll see

As he leaves,she adds-- guess we'll see indeed

Outside of the archives, the weather is cold and cloudy,nothing out of the ordinary given that it was fall. Theres a few rain puddles from the storm the night before, and a few decaying leaves sit there floating in the shallow Water.

Gerars slips on his jacket and headphones, ready to blissfully ignore the world around him and walk. He knew the adress from previous times Gertrude had gone to the bookshop herself, it was pretty close to the Institute. And thank god for that.

This was the first time he ever went himself or even met this consultant though,so he felt a little curious and excited to see what Exactly this bookshop and its owner were like.

He choses as song and he starts walking,leaves crunching underneath his heavy leather and chained boots.

《Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in

Into my little world

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can't you understand?

Oh, my little girl》

The music blasts in his ears and he happily walks along the streets,gaining a few odd looks given his deeply gothic appereance. His long,lucious black hair bounces a little with each step and the breeze that blows past him.

He smiles a little at these reactions hes getting,feeling the cold metal of his Ashely piercing press up against his upper lip.

It was the 21st century and people were still looking at people like him weird?

《All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm》

The fifteen blocks or so down to the shop are a Straight shot from the Institute,which makes this easier. And it lets him zone out a little, as long as he stops and looks before crossing the road then hes fine.

He does wonder what kind of consultant this "Ms.Raconteur" is, why hire a paranormal consultant? Or any other kind, there were not Many scholars in the subject,and certainly not Many that could rival the archives knowledge of phenomena.

From his mom or gertrude,he shouldve heard of this consultant by now.

It doesnt settle right with him,somethings off or Hes missing something... or both.

《Vows are spoken

To be broken

Feelings are intense

Words are trivial

Pleasures remain

So does the pain

Words are meaningless

And forgettable 》

Finally he makes it to the shop, pretty inconspicuous and any sort of interest he might feel for it kind of gleans off of his mind. He doesnt pay it much attention up until he reaches for the door handle to enter.

Somethings off

He pulls away and walks back a few steps to look at it, at the sign above the entrance somewhat weathered by the elements with the name of the shop, at the blue and white striped overhang that covers the main display Window.

Its too inconspicuous,too quaint.

Theres normal people inside,few costumers just looking at books to their hearts contempt. He notices theyre all guarded by cats of all shapes and sizes.

Cats,theyre known for their connections to the supernatural,the Unseen world, they were seen as protectors,why are there so Many?

He knew paranormal like the back of his hand, he grew up around it, lived and breathed it.

Taking off one of his headphones, he sighs and quietly damns Gertrude for send him to this weird place. With one deep breath he walks to the entrance and pushes the door.

Above him a bell rings but nobody pays him any mind, he looks around to the main desk to see nobody there. Maybe the staff is on break or something

But just as hes about to enter the main corridor with all the bookshelves, he feels something brush against his leg.

He looks down and sees a cat,almost black except for the ends of his paws and the small heart shaped sploch on his forehead,those are white.

The feline meows at him as if reprimanding Him for being so careless. He chuckles and kneels to eye level with the pet, he reads the name on the tag "Marrow"

--Marrow Like Bone marrow?--He asked the cat,and he seemed to nodd. It catches him off guard and solidifies that something is off in this place-- odd name for a cat, sounds like my kind of name though

His feline companion purrs and he goes to scratch behind his ear. Marrow Leans into his touch and nuzzles his palm before sitting there expectantly.

--What? -- of course the cat doesnt reply,but he isnt sure if it Is because it cant or doesnt want to.

Gerard feels a little stupid talking to a literall cat but he relents-- Looking for books on myths of creation

Marrow stretches a little before walking down the corridor, he guessed he ought to follow so he does.

He knew cats could be trained but this was a little too much, there were too Many to be trained, and they were too Smart.

If he was a skeptic,Like that one pompous ass of a guy in research,something Simms, he would go for "the cats are trained". But he knew better.

Another thing that obviously told him that this place was off,was because it was too big to be a "hole in the wall" type store. The corridor was far too large and the sections this shop divided in were too much. Unless they were underground there was no way this could fit.

Doesnt surprise him much when he gets to the mythology section. He follows the feline to one of the bookshelves and finds the book he was looking for.

Gerard tries to strand on his tip toes to reach it,but he cant.

--Goddamnit--He jumps and fails again, and hes none the wiser to marrow scaling from one of the ladders up each row of overhang books to the one he wants-- what the-

The cat simply pushes the book down as if batting away a fly, and he catches it. Its heavy and dust covered, so aside from his forearms hurting from the impact,he starts to sneeze uncontrollably.

Marrow climbs back down,not caring for the sneezing fit his charge was in. He simply sits down and patiently waits.

He scratches his nose, sniffing-- bloody hell,nobody botheres to clean these?

The cat looked at him and he swears he hears it say something like "with how big this place is, do you really think she can clean all the books?"

The archival assistant looks around,startled and confused-- who said that?!

But he only sees marrow walk out of the section,and he did not want to be left alone in that place so he follows after it.

When he ends up back at the main desk, he sees the few costumers that were around have left. And at the main desk is a woman,quietly scrolling on her phone.

--Excuse me-- he says,setting down the heavy tome--im an assistant of gertrude Robinsons,a friend of your boss

The woman looks up, his eyes meet her bright green ones and as she sits up properly he can feel that whatever its off with this place,it comes from her.

--Ah,yes im good Friends with gertrude. I Belive youre Mr.Keay? She told me you were coming over to pick up a book

He freezes, looking at her,taking her in. Brown and gold hair and tied up in a bun with a few pearl decorated braids, bright green eyes that look back at him with Curiosity and amusement.

The fabric of her dark teal oversized shirt shifts as she moves from sitting to standing. And he notices the logo of the plastered on it,Depeche Mode.

It makes him smile a little-- ah,nice shirt- I like that band

She smiles too,bright and radiant-- yeah its pretty good. Anyway,this books for gertrude, right?

--Yes-- he nodded, taken aback by how pretty she looks smiling. His pale cheeks turn Pink with blush-- sorry I dont Belive I catched your name,only your last name

--Jerico-- she answers,scribbling down on some sort of book record-- Jerico Raconteur. you are Gerard,yes?

--Jerry,please-- he replied, fixing his hair a little.

--Alright,Jerry-- jer said,dusting off some of the dirt on the tome-- its all yours

--I actually need to get something else first,a quick errand. Mind if I leave it here and pick it up once im back or is there some sort of fee I gotta pay?

She laughs,soft In tone but loud in volume like crashing waves on the beach-- for pretty goths like you?,none

--"Pretty goths" Like me?-- he asked with a smirk leaning on the desk-- is that a pick up line,miss Raconteur?

Jerico shrugged with that same sly expression-- perhaps. A blatant one if so

--Whose to say im not into it?

--Glad you are

--Why?-- He asked,leaning further

She rolls her eyes and pushes a strand of black hair out of his face--Run along now, Mr.Keay, you have stuff to do,yes?

He pulls away,a little flustered-- seems so, whats your usual?

--You dont have to-

--I insist

Jerico sighs in defeat with a coy smile-- Hot chocolate or chai tea if they ran out of the other one, two croissants,normal ones.

He nodds--Very Well,be right back miss-- he bows a little and makes a little hand gesture, making her face tint Pink.-- Keep that book safe -- he throws a wink her way and leaving for the café nearby.

She sits back down,all afluster-- Jesús Cristo-- she whispers,passing her hands across her face-- goddamnit,Gertrude

Gerard doesnt go to the café right away, he has to lean on a wall out of sight to calm his beating heart. His cheeks are flushed from the cold and the blushing, and he cant wipe off that smile.

GODDAMN,she was pretty.

When he does return with the food, he enters and finds Jerico still there,playing with Marrow.

--Ahem-- he says softly, setting down on the desk the things he got.

--Youre back-- she answered, marrow gets up on the desk and nuzzles his hand-- he likes you,a lot actually

--Seens so-- he agrees,petting the feline-- why the cats,If I May ask

Jer shrugs as If trying to hide something-- place is pretty big,I dont want anyone Losing themselves in here and cats are pretty good...guides shall we say.

--Easy to train-- he agrees again,tone pushing for another answer-- this place seems a lot smaller from the outside

--Yeah, looks decieve I guess-- she answers,grabbing her cardboard Cup and taking a sip from her hot chocolate.

--Shouldnt judge a book by its cover?--He sits on the desk a little and she groans with annoyance.

--Horrible-- she half jokes,pushing Him playfully. -- why did gertrude send you

--she saw me "moping about" and told me to book it to the library,pun intended -- he said dismissively

She laughs again, looking at him with that mild pain that comes from awful puns-- moping about?

--I wasnt, just waiting for her to be done looking up a statement. I swear I wish that woman was a little more organized...

--Thats Gertrude for ya. Cant blame her though, the Institute is not very...reliable

--You can say that again-- he agreed,taking a sip from his coffee. She looks at him and Curiosity gets the better of her

--Let me guess,black coffee?

His cheeks go pink--No actually,cant stand it. Its a...latte

She smiled-- dont worry,your secrets safe with me

Gerard laughs a little-- better be,I know where you work

And she joins him in laughter too,changing the subject to something else. Any excuse to Keep talking to him.

Eventually the hours pass,and by nightfall theyre still talking. Gertrudes coffee long since gone cold, and marrow calmly curled up on the Mans lap.

--Oh god,look at the time-- he mutters-- sorry I gotta go

--Nono youre good,sorry to Keep you

He shakes his head dismissively and Gently sets down the cat as much as it pains him. Then he takes one of the pens on her desk and her little record keeping Journal,writing a few numbers.

--Here, call me

She looks up at him with surprise but nodds with a flustered smile,clearly talen aback-- alright Will do -- then she makes a pause to think and then teasingly add-- I imagine in case gertrude needs anything?

Gerard snorts,taking the book and the cold coffee that he doesnt notice has lost its warmth-- nah-- he doesnt even try to hide it anymore-- i just want to ask you for a date later, id set it now but gotta see my schedule,and yours of course

Jeri chuckles at his forwardness-- well,as of right now theres a time in my schedule for you,Mr.Keay, tell me whenever youre free

He smiles,soft and genuienly moved at the interest they both have in eachother-- very well then, good night,Jerico

--Night,Jerry

Watching him leave,she feels marrow curl up against her.-- I think we'll see him around more,Marrow

Back at the Institute,Gerard scrambles into the archives to the yell of-- ive got book! And coffee!

Gertrude,who has been fixing up her desk while drinking from her own Cup of steaming hot coffee-- I dont fancy my coffee iced,thank you

--I didnt take that Long-- he sets down the book and the cardboard Cup.

--You left at five o clock, returned at seven pm. What kept you?--She asked with a knowing,teasing smirk.

--Nothing just...

--Jerico?

--Yes- no! Maybe...-- Gerard replied, looking away with his face Pink.

--Told you she was a charmer-- his boss replied with audible joy,flipping through the books pages.-- figured you wouldnt stay long given you said you wouldnt have to talk to her...

--Agh okay you made your Point,old cunt-- he answered with annoyance but fondness for her-- what is this statement about?

--One of the crew members from The Tundra, Captain Lukas' ship

--the captain Lukas?

--Yes-- she replied,stopping at the page that has the title "The Antiquarian,Queen of the sea and keeper of stories". -- one of the crew members reported seeing Lukas on the deck of the ship,talking all night to a mysterious figure in the water with a female voice, then when they were leaving for london once more,there was a gift left from that figure on the anchor,a necklace

--How do you know its not some set up or something?

Gertrude shrugged it off-- nobody can Keep swimming across the sea without dying,especially not at night. -- she takes a sip from her coffee-- say,do you know anything about the Antiquarian?

--Queen of the sea,Lady of stories,keeper of arcane knowledge. Just a myth-- he replied,reciting that information he knows by heart, not sure on what his boss was on about?.

--Just a myth? You just spent two hours with her,bought her coffee and plan on asking her out,boy. I think you should know more than that

--what- wait no- jerico is not The Anti-- he stops at gertrudes "are you kidding me?" Glare-- I noticed the place and her were...off but I didnt think-

--Beauty like hers fools the mind-- she answered-- I thought you out of everyone knew to not judge a book by its cover

He groans at the pun-- God awful

She smirks-- well then, sit down and let me tell you about the entity youre trying to woo. Might learn a thing or two

Gerard sighs-- well,im all ears....

#tex don't look!#gerard tag pendig #tma s/i

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Bibliotheque des Petits Enfants [aka Little Children’s Library] (Paris: Hachette, 1879-1890) Illustrated by various artists

LES ENFANTS DU CAPITAINE [aka THE CAPTAIN’S CHILDREN] by Mme A. Chéron de la Bruyére

HISTOIRES DE BÊTES POUR LES TOUT PETITS [aka ANIMAL STORIES FOR TODDLERS] by Mme de Witt

PAR MONTS ET PAR VAUX [aka OVER HILL AND DALE] by Mme de Witt

SUR LA PLAGE [aka ON THE BEACH] by Mme de Witt

EN PLEINS CHAMPS [aka IN OPEN FIELDS] by Mme de Witt

MERREILEUSE HISTOIRE DE PRINCESSE FRAMBOISINE [aka WONDERFUL STORY OF PRINCESS FRAMBOISINE] by Lily Jean Javal

LA BARBE-BLEUE [aka THE BLUE BEARD] by Charles Perrault

DEUX TOUT PETITS [aka TWO TODDLERS] by Mme de Witt

UN DROLE DE PETIT BONHOMME [aka A FUNNY LITTLE MAN] by A. Girardin

QUAND J’ETAIS PETIT GARCON [aka WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY] by J. Girardin

LE CHEMIN DU COLLEGE [aka THE WAY TO COLLEGE] by G. Desgranges

L’EPREUVE DE GEORGES [aka THE ORDER OF GEORGE] by Pierre Favre

LES ETOURDERIES DE MME LUCIE [aka THE DIZZINESS OF MADAME LUCIE] by Mme F. LeRoy

ET LECONS DU CHOSES [aka AND LESSONS OF THINGS] by Mme Pape Carpentier

Individual books share the same cover art.

#beautiful books #book blog #books books books #book cover #books #vintage books #illustrated book #children’s book #book design #victorian era #charles perrault

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pwlanier · 1 year

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Event in favor of the First Artist Society War Kitchen in Vienna 1914.

Participants: Alfred Gerasch, Melitta Heim, Albert Heine, Ary van Leuwen,

Lotte Lehmann, Richard Mayr, Hansi Niese und Lotte Witt.

Austrian National Library

#fund raising #war effort #artists donations

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How'd You Like To Be the Milkman?

May 3, 1906

Premier Goremkine approaches the Russian Government cow with bucket 'Milk for the Grand Dukes'; Trepoff fills the jug 'Milk for the People' from the water pump. Witte, peering over the fence, warns him the cow kicks.

The caption reads "The new premiere is a milkman, and the outlook is for a milk-and-water administration."

Ivan Goremykin was the new premier of Russia, and Dmitri Trepov was the new Commandant of the Palace. The two were extremely conservative, and on the side of the aristocracy, as compared to outgoing premier, Sergei Witte.

From Hennepin County Library

Original available at: https://digitalcollections.hclib.org/digital/collection/Bart/id/5431/rec/126

#Charles Bartholomew #political cartoon #Sergei Witte #Ivan Goremykin #Dmitri Trepov #russian history

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Texas has banned more books than any other state, new report shows

https://www.texastribune.org/2022/09/19/texas-book-bans/ Across the country, more books have been challenged and removed as religious and conservative groups target LGBTQ and race issues. BY BRIAN LOPEZ SEPT. 19, 20225 AM CENTRAL Books at Vandegrift High School’s library on March 2, 2022. Credit: Lauren Witte/The Texas Tribune Texas banned more books from school libraries this past year…

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...."Clark has already lost his initial skirmish in federal court — and he is likely to lose the war. He first filed an emergency motion to stay the Fulton County prosecution and avoid being arrested by Willis’ Friday deadline. Clark complained that he did not have time to make travel arrangements to be booked and asked the federal court to halt the proceedings. Defendants are entitled to that kind of relief in civil cases but not in criminal ones. Clark contended that this plainly criminal prosecution was actually a “civil-criminal hybrid action,” an argument Willis said “misunderstands fundamental tenets of criminal law and procedure.”

The problem for Clark is that, to remove the case, federal law requires him to prove that writing the letter was part of his official duties enforcing federal law. But all the evidence points to Clark’s actions’ being far outside the scope of his official responsibilities — and instead being part of a political ploy orchestrated by Donald Trump to hang on to power and overturn the results of the 2020 presidential election.

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Why Jeffrey Clark’s increasingly zany legal shenanigans are doomed to fail

Clark has already lost his initial skirmish in federal court — and he is likely to lose the war.

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Trump co-defendants Meadows, Clark lose bid to delay arrests in Georgia

Aug. 25, 2023, 6:00 AM EDT / Updated Aug. 25, 2023, 9:19 AM EDT

By Norman Eisen, former impeachment counsel to the House Judiciary Committee, Joshua Kolb, former law clerk on the Senate Judiciary Committee and Fred Wertheimer, founder and president of Democracy 21

Fulton County, Georgia, District Attorney Fani Willis has set a deadline of 12 p.m. Friday for all 19 defendants to surrender in Atlanta in her case regarding interference in the 2020 election. Most have complied, yielding the astonishing spectacle of national and state GOP notables turning themselves in for mug shots, culminating in Thursday’s surrender of the former president. A few defendants have not and are instead asking the federal court to interfere in the case. But of those opting for that legal long shot, no other stands out like former Justice Department lawyer Jeffrey Clark.

Clark has already lost his initial skirmish in federal court — and he is likely to lose the war. He first filed an emergency motion to stay the Fulton County prosecution and avoid being arrested by Willis’ Friday deadline. Clark complained that he did not have time to make travel arrangements to be booked and asked the federal court to halt the proceedings. Defendants are entitled to that kind of relief in civil cases but not in criminal ones. Clark contended that this plainly criminal prosecution was actually a “civil-criminal hybrid action,” an argument Willis said “misunderstands fundamental tenets of criminal law and procedure.”

Federal law requires Clark to prove that writing the letter was part of his official duties enforcing federal law.

On Wednesday, U.S. District Judge Steve Jones rejected Clark’s initial effort, along with a request on different (but similarly shaky) grounds for the same relief by one of Clark’s co-defendants, former White House chief of staff Mark Meadows. Clark turned himself in at the Fulton County jail early Friday morning.

But Judge's initial ruling is merely a prologue to the main event for Clark: an evidentiary hearing on Sept. 18 regarding his underlying petition that his case be wrested out of the hands of the courts in Fulton County — where the alleged crimes occurred — and into Judge Jones’ federal courtroom. This, too, is likely to fail.

Willis’ indictment charges Clark with two crimes: first, the same overarching RICO conspiracy to overturn the election in Georgia that names the 18 other defendants, and second, an additional count of attempting to make false statements and writings. Both charges stem from a letter Clark drafted and circulated within the Justice Department, which was intended to be sent to Georgia officials asking them to consider appointing a false set of electors in light of fabricated “significant concerns” about the election.

Indeed, Clark was told as much by a chorus of his Justice Department bosses and White House lawyers. Acting Deputy Attorney General Richard Donoghue responded to Clark’s emailed draft letter by stating it “was not based on fact.” He later told Clark that what he was “proposing is nothing less than the United States Justice Department meddling in the outcome of a presidential election.” Clark responded: “I think a lot of people have meddled in this election” — essentially admitting what he was up to."

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