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 Sodium chloride, commonly known as salt, is one of the world's most essential and widely consumed commodities, playing a critical role in industries ranging from food processing to chemical manufacturing. The prices of sodium chloride have shown a complex pattern of fluctuations, influenced by a diverse range of global factors. Over recent years, the market for sodium chloride has been shaped by a combination of supply chain dynamics, demand changes, production costs, and geopolitical influences. Understanding these factors is essential to gaining a comprehensive perspective on the pricing trends of sodium chloride.

One of the primary drivers of sodium chloride prices is its demand in industrial sectors. The chemical industry, which uses salt in processes like the production of chlorine, caustic soda, and soda ash, constitutes a major portion of global demand. Shifts in this sector, such as increased demand for chemicals in manufacturing and technology, can create upward pressure on prices. Conversely, economic slowdowns or downturns in industrial activity can weaken demand, leading to a potential decrease in salt prices. Similarly, the oil and gas industry, which uses large quantities of sodium chloride in drilling operations and for de-icing during colder months, also significantly influences pricing patterns. Harsh winter conditions in major markets like North America and Europe often lead to increased demand for de-icing salt, causing seasonal price spikes.

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Production costs have a strong influence on the pricing of sodium chloride. Salt can be extracted through mining of rock salt or through evaporation of brine from saltwater, with cost variations based on methods and geographies. Production challenges, such as labor shortages, energy price hikes, or adverse weather conditions, can drive up production costs, which are often passed on to buyers in the form of higher prices. Energy costs, in particular, play a crucial role since processes like brine evaporation can be energy-intensive. Price increases in energy can thus lead to increased salt prices, especially in regions where energy is a major component of operational costs.

Another critical factor is the role of transportation and logistics in determining sodium chloride prices. Since salt is bulky and relatively low in value per unit weight, transportation costs can comprise a significant portion of the overall price. Supply chain disruptions, such as port congestion, trade restrictions, or rising fuel costs, can lead to price surges by increasing the cost of moving salt from production sites to consumers. Geopolitical factors and trade policies also add a layer of complexity to this market. For instance, trade barriers, tariffs, or sanctions imposed on major salt-producing countries can lead to price volatility in international markets.

Environmental regulations have increasingly shaped the sodium chloride market in recent years. Stricter regulations on mining and extraction, as well as on the use of salt in de-icing applications due to environmental concerns, can lead to higher compliance costs for producers. These costs may ultimately be reflected in the prices charged to consumers. Moreover, sustainability initiatives are driving some regions to explore alternative materials for de-icing, which could impact the long-term demand for sodium chloride and influence its market dynamics.

Global production and distribution of sodium chloride are dominated by a few key players, which can contribute to price stability or volatility, depending on market conditions. In some regions, state-owned enterprises play a significant role in salt production, leading to potential price controls or subsidies that can distort market behavior. In other cases, private-sector competition may lead to price wars or strategic pricing adjustments based on market share objectives. The competitive landscape thus plays a crucial role in shaping sodium chloride pricing trends, especially in markets where producers compete to supply large-scale industrial consumers.

The impact of currency fluctuations cannot be underestimated in the pricing of globally traded commodities like sodium chloride. Exchange rates can significantly affect the landed cost of imported salt, especially in countries heavily reliant on imports to meet their domestic demand. Weakening local currencies can lead to increased prices for imported salt, while strengthening currencies may make it cheaper, depending on the global market scenario. This exchange rate sensitivity makes sodium chloride pricing especially complex in regions subject to currency volatility.

Supply and demand shocks also contribute to short-term volatility in sodium chloride prices. Natural disasters, such as hurricanes or floods, can disrupt production and supply chains, causing temporary spikes in prices. Similarly, rapid increases in demand due to unforeseen factors, such as sudden changes in weather patterns requiring large quantities of de-icing salt, can lead to short-term supply constraints and price surges. Conversely, periods of oversupply, driven by increased production or weaker demand, can lead to downward pressure on prices.

In addition to these factors, technological advancements in salt extraction and processing methods can influence sodium chloride pricing. Innovations aimed at increasing efficiency, reducing costs, or minimizing environmental impact can make a difference in production economics and, subsequently, market prices. These technological shifts, when combined with changes in regulatory landscapes and consumer preferences, make the sodium chloride market highly dynamic and subject to continuous evolution.

In conclusion, sodium chloride pricing is shaped by a complex web of factors, ranging from industrial demand and production costs to logistics, regulatory frameworks, and global economic conditions. The interplay of these elements creates a market that is sensitive to both long-term structural changes and short-term disruptions. For stakeholders in the sodium chloride industry, from producers and traders to end-users, understanding and navigating these dynamics is essential to effectively managing the risks and opportunities presented by price fluctuations in this essential commodity.

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[xenomorphicdna]

My 2024 resolution is to hunt people for sport

Someone's gotta spice this year up a little and some of ya all need putting down

[futuretonext]

The Middle East & Africa Pharmaceutical Grade Sodium Chloride Market size exceeded 20,000 tons in 2022 & is estimated to grow at a CAGR of around 5.2% during the forecast period, i.e., 2023-28. The market growth imputes to the rising population and increasing healthcare awareness in the Middle East and Africa which has led to higher demand for medicines and medical treatments. As the prevalence of chronic diseases and health issues rises, so does the need for pharmaceutical products, including intravenous solutions and other drugs that utilize sodium chloride as an essential ingredient.

[rtoffanin]

The lab-created compounds — never seen before — might exist naturally on icy moons in the outer solar system.

BY KENNETH CHANG | NYTimes Science | Disclosure

[jimvasta]

Humans and Superstitions

"Oh man, it's Friday the 13th."

"It's never happened before, touch wood."

Spills a small amount of sodium chloride in the lab, proceeds to take a pinch and throw it over their shoulder.

Gets angry when you show off your new boots by putting them on the table.

Refuses to sit at the corner of the dining table when they arrive late.

At first I thought these were odd quirks of individual humans, but then I discovered they all do and say these things.

There is a compulsion for them to call on a deity if one 'sneezes'. An odd response to a non-dangerous reflex.

I asked the security team leader, the most senior human on board, why they do these things. He shrugged and said not to worry, it's just superstition.

They believe in a thing called 'luck', an odd concept where they can influence probability by making the most tiny changes. I think this superstition somehow a remedy to an inverse of luck.

I need to research it more, but if it is true, if humans really can alter probability as they believe they can, then it would explain how they can survive such reckless behaviour.

[xenomorphicdna]

Uh oh

@xenomorphicdna I compel you to explode <3

[purrincess-chat]

Adrien Agreste's Road to Recovery Playlist CH1

Happy Christmas! You all voted, so here we go~ The sequel to Marinette Dupain-Cheng's Spite Playlist: Remix has begun.

Summary: The day Hawkmoth was unmasked was a day marked in Paris history as a celebration, a triumph, a victory, but for Adrien Agreste it was anything but. Left to grapple with his father's villainy and a yachtful of childhood trauma, Adrien finds himself spat back out into a world that no longer knows what to think of the face they once revered, and neither does he, for that matter. Who is Adrien Agreste? And what does he want? The answers lie at the end of a long road filled with painful memories, secrets, and of course, black cat ears.

Rating: T

Read on AO3

For those who don't like sodium chloride content and therefore, haven't read MDCSPR, I've provided a quick summary of MDCSPR that includes everything you will need to know going into this fic as it is a direct sequel, though this fic contains no sodium content and is entirely an exploration of Adrien's character amidst the fallout of learning the truth about his father. If that interests you, here is what you missed:

Quick summary of MDCSPR for those that never read it, but who want to read this:

After the events of Chameleon, Marinette changes schools because of Lila’s influence over her classmates and because she was almost akumatized. She enrolls at a private art academy full of incredibly rich and talented classmates. There she meets a new group of friends:

Macy Chanteur: a tall, perky, brown hair, brown eyed girl with the voice of an angel who has been recovering from an eating disorder. Modelled Marinette’s center-piece design in her summer fashion show. Former wielder of the rabbit Miraculous (Bunny). Dating Martin.

Eliott Chasse: a black trans boy with aspirations to be a famous actor. Starred as Chat Noir in a community play. Somewhat of a flirt. Bi panic incarnated. Former wielder of the fox Miraculous (Malin). Dating Lisette.

Martin Michel: a lanky brown hair, green eyed boy with glasses. Very smart and a skilled photographer, one of his photos was featured on the cover of Style Magazine (Audrey’s company) after Marinette’s fashion show. Shy bean. Former wielder of the turtle Miraculous (Emerald Shell). Dating Macy.

Gabrielle Burton: a tall red-head with green eyes. Formerly wealthy, formerly the school mean girl. Friends with Marinette. Former wielder of the tiger Miraculous (Tigress).

Lisette Auclair: tiny blonde girl with brown eyes. Makeup fanatic. Shy bean. Secretly savage. Pastel bitch. Just a tiny little fairy. Former wielder of the mouse Miraculous (Souris Rose). Dating Eliott.

During her time at her new school, Marinette helped her new friends change into more confident individuals who stand up for each other and others. She even helped a few of them find the courage to confess their feelings to one another. Shortly after she transferred, she and Alya’s friendship fell apart after Alya was akumatized. Alya spent the rest of the story trying to figure out what went wrong and who to trust.

After Marinette transferred, Adrien began visiting her to check in and keep in touch. He often relayed Lila’s influence over their classmates. Chloe tried to enlist Marinette’s help in taking Lila down (because she’s stealing all the attention away from her), but Marinette refused. After Lila taunted Adrien about Marinette, he joined forces with Chloe to attempt to out her as a liar, but the two were unsuccessful.

Adrien realized that he cares deeply for Marinette, and eventually the two started dating. The rest of the class remained torn on who to believe in the Lila vs Marinette debate. However, when Lila accused Marinette of pushing her down the stairs on a school field trip to the Louvre, most of her classmates turned back to Lila’s side, prompting Marinette to join forces with Adrien and Chloe to take her down. They devised a plan to make Marinette famous by pitching a fashion line to Chloe’s mother who helped Marinette start her brand by hosting a fashion show.

After the show’s success, Marinette’s brand took off, and she was propelled into stardom that she and her friends used to perform a lot of charity work, but more specifically, they performed all of the acts Lila claimed to have done, thus rooting her lies out from underneath. When Alya caught wind of all of their accomplishments and realized Lila lied, she outed her in an Instagram live, thus bringing her down once and for all.

On the same night as Alya’s Instagram live, Ladybug and friends finally defeated Hawkmoth, a revelation that rocked Adrien to the core. He spent several months in a hospital wrestling with mental demons inflicted from his abusive childhood. Around the end of November/beginning of December, he left the hospital only to find that his mother had succumbed to her illness and passed away. He attended her burial alone, then returned to his old home to retrieve a few items before it is set to be demolished and turned into a new foundation for akuma victims to help heal their trauma. (funded by Marinette). He parted ways with Nathalie and left to meet Marinette at the train station where they both gave their Miraculouses back to Master Fu who headed to London to finally be with Marianne. After their goodbyes, they returned to Marinette’s home where her parents set up a spare room for Adrien to stay with them.

(Epilogue) Several years later, he and Marinette return to Paris from NY where they both live while Marinette is in school and training under Audrey Bourgeois. Adrien visits his father in prison for the first and last time to tell him how happy he has become when not under his control. He and Marinette enjoy tea with friends, and after they leave, Adrien brings her to the Trocadero to the exact spot he was standing when he fell in love with her as Chat Noir all those years ago. He asks her to marry him, and she says yes.

This story takes place between the events of Adrien moving in with the Dupain-Cheng’s and the epilogue. Specifically, it begins the very same night that MDCSPR ended on. The Adrien and Marinette of this story are not canon’s Adrien and Marinette as they have already been through the events of MDCSPR. In particular, this Marinette is now a famous fashion designer, and Adrien is essentially a traumatized orphan trying to find where he fits in in the world. This story follows his road to recovery with all of its ups and downs. Keep the epilogue in your thoughts as you read this. It will help XD Enjoy!

Without further adieu, here is Adrien Agreste's Road to Recovery Playlist CH1:

Chapter 1

♪♫ Easier to Run ♪♫

The soft brush of Marinette’s fingertips on the nape of his neck should have been relaxing, but Adrien was still on edge. It was a losing battle really. Laying against her chest on the couch, while she played with his hair, warm and safe. Last summer, Adrien would have considered it bliss and fallen right asleep, but he didn’t want to close his eyes, a fact that became increasingly frustrating the sleepier he felt. He could tell her to stop, but after 3 months apart, the last thing he wanted was to let go of her, even if the steady rise and fall of her chest only made his eyelids heavier.

A laugh track played from the sitcom on the living room TV Adrien had stopped watching, a heavy fog descending over him. His eyelids drooped, his vision clouding over. He took a sharp breath to wake himself up again, but the effect lasted less than a second. It had been a long day—leaving the mental hospital, saying goodbye to his mother, Nathalie, and Master Fu. Plus, M. and Mme. Dupain-Cheng cooked him a feast worthy of a king to celebrate his homecoming. He really shouldn’t have eaten that extra slice of cake. The sugar-high he’d been riding was about to run out, and he was crashing fast. He cursed himself when Marinette nuzzled closer, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, and his exhaustion took control.

The blackness was nice at first, but purple light filled his mind, flashes of deep grey eyes glaring up at him. His eyes flew open with a jolt, and he let out a sigh.

“You okay?” Marinette asked.

She was as perceptive as ever. It was one of the things he loved about her, but it made it hard to maintain the mask.

“I’m fine.” He assured her.

“Are you ready to go to bed?” She shifted to look him in the eye.

He smiled up at her and shook his head. “I don’t want to get up just yet. Let’s just stay like this a while longer, please?”

Marinette searched his expression, blue eyes filled with worry. She laid back down after a moment, seemingly appeased, and Adrien’s battle against his eyelids resumed. When he was in the hospital, he could pace in the privacy of his room or call in a nurse if his nerves became too much to bear, and although he knew the Dupain-Cheng’s would be supportive, he couldn’t bring himself to tell them about the nightmares. He was already burdening them enough.

A couple minutes passed—or maybe it was twenty—and Marinette clicked off the TV. Adrien sat up, stifling a yawn as Marinette stretched. His phone read midnight, the start of a new day. The second longest day of his life was officially over, but the sleep haze only brought with it flashes of things he’d rather not think about.

“We should go to bed,” Marinette said, her voice low and gravelly.

“Or we could stay up and play video games.” Adrien flashed her a grin, but she wasn’t biting.

“I’m exhausted, aren’t you?” She stood up.

“Oh, come on. It’s been months since you’ve kicked my butt. Just one round.” He took her hand, tugging her back to the couch, but she stood her ground.

“I’ll kick your butt tomorrow,” she said around a yawn. She stooped to give him a quick kiss, smoothing her thumb over his lips. “Good night.”

Adrien sighed as she headed for the stairs, jumping up to chase after her. “Wait, give me a real kiss good night.”

She paused on the bottom step with a moan, and Adrien flashed her a pleading look. A coy smile curled on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He pulled her in, kissing her long and deep, but as his lips parted to invite his tongue into the equation, she pulled back with a giggle.

“I love you so much, but I’m way too tired for that. I’m falling asleep on my feet,” she said. 

“Five more minutes.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I’ve missed you.”

With a relenting sigh, she leaned in again, running her fingers through his hair. He held her close, memorizing how her body felt against his. It wasn’t completely deceptive. He had missed her, achingly so, but her pity only lasted another minute.

“Go to bed, minou.” She squished his cheeks together. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Oh, come on. We used to stay up later than this talking on the phone.” He teased. “You’ve gotten soft.”

“Bold talk coming from M. Bloodshot-Eyebags.” Marinette cocked a hip. “Why do you want to stay up so bad? Do you not like your room?”

“No!” He insisted. “No, it’s perfect. I just… You’re right. It’s late. We should go to bed.”

Marinette quirked a brow, so he leaned in to kiss her.

“Good night, mon ange.” He flashed her a smile that faded the moment she turned around and headed up the stairs.

Rubbing his hands on his soft pajama pants, he stared down the dark void at the bottom of the stairs that led to his room. Stony eyes flashed in the abyss, and Adrien averted his gaze with a huff. Squeezing his eyes shut, he mentally sifted the image from his brain. He couldn’t stay awake forever. Shaking himself to relieve the tension in his shoulders, he made his way down the stairs, making a pit stop to the bathroom, but he could only scrub his teeth for so long before he ran out of toothpaste on the brush.

Reluctantly, he found his way into his room, but unable to bring himself to get in bed, he opted to pace instead. It got old quick—4 paces from the door to the wall, 5 paces length-wise. For the first time, he missed the massive room of his childhood. He could pace for hours there. With a defeated grunt, he flopped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The bed was comfortable, and although his muscles were screaming to melt into its embrace, he couldn’t give in.

The old building creaked, and the thin walls did little to drown out M. Dupain-Cheng’s snoring. Adrien drummed his fingers on his chest, curling and uncurling his toes before jumping up and resuming his pacing. 4 paces across, 5 paces deep. 4 across, 5 deep. The walls were too close. Adrien swore they got closer with each lap, and the air in the room seemed almost too thick to breathe. He needed to get out.

Stepping with the balls of his feet, he quietly crept back upstairs to the living room. He took deep breaths, running his hands down his thighs, and paused at the base of the stairs leading to Marinette’s room. M. and Mme. Dupain-Cheng would be upset if they caught him up there, and the last thing he wanted was to make them think he was taking advantage of their hospitality. But he just needed to be near someone.

Just one more kiss good night. That was all he needed. A hug and a kiss… a really, really long hug.

His feet found each step with haste, but when his hand curled around the trap door handle, they locked into place on the final steps. Hands clenched tightly and feet glued to the stairs, Adrien stood frozen like a statue in a museum. His breath hitched, a trembling hand shooting up to catch it. His shoulders shook, and for a moment, he worried he might be sick. Creeping back down the stairs as quietly as he could, he scrambled for the kitchen sink, breaths rapid and shallow. He flicked on the faucet in anticipation, but the sensation passed after a few moments. He sat up, turning the water off, and ran his hands over his face.

It was selfish… He was being selfish, always running to Marinette with his problems. And she’d always do her best to fix them because that’s the kind of person she was—always looking out for those she loves. But he couldn’t expect her to fix everything. Even still, his restlessness showed no signs of ebbing. He needed fresh air to clear his head. Just for a minute.

He found a black Marinette branded hoodie in the closet in his room and pulled it on, then laced up his sneakers. Locking the front door behind him with the key M. Dupain-Cheng gave him earlier, he headed down the stairs and out into the night. The brisk cold almost sent him right back inside, but the air was so much clearer. He blew warm breath over his hands and rubbed them together. Summer was a distant memory in the mid-December frost.

Tucking his hands under his arms to keep them warm, he paced the sidewalk in front of the bakery, hoping the movement would warm his muscles. Just one minute, then he’d go back inside. A breeze blew past, cutting right through Adrien’s hoodie, and he ground his teeth together to keep them from chattering. He needed to move faster to stay warm. A quick run would do the trick, just around the block. Then he’d go back inside.

He picked up the pace, venturing down the pavement with increasing speed. The dreary streets were empty as Adrien ran, street parked cars that had long gone cold as their owners fled indoors. He ran past Francois-Dupont, flashes of his time there playing in his mind. He remembered his first day, how nervous and excited he’d been to meet people his age. To have a normal life. A life he’d still never quite managed… but he’d met Marinette there and Nino. And Plagg… The day Ivan was akumatized.

Adrien’s mind filled with gray, and he shook his head to clear it, pushing his legs to run faster as if he could put physical distance between him and the memory. He rounded the next corner and pressed on, cold air burning his lungs, but he couldn’t stop. Not when he passed Nino’s block or his old Chinese tutor’s house, not even when he passed the street corner he and Ladybug used to meet up at. The corner he and Marinette would meet at.

Marinette… Ladybug. His partner. His girlfriend. He wanted to see her, but it was too late. She’d be asleep by now, and he shouldn’t disturb her. Even if she’d understand and listen. Even if she’d hold him and comfort him. Even if she loved him. She’d always love him. So, why couldn’t he tell her he was struggling?

The rubber soles of his shoes skittered on a patch of ice, losing their traction, and Adrien hit the cold, hard pavement with a yelp. Pain shot up his leg as his knee collided with the concrete. He rolled onto his back, chest heaving with each breath as he stared up at the towering buildings blocking the night sky.

What was wrong with him? Why was normal so hard for him? Normal people were at home asleep at this hour, and Adrien Agreste was outside, lying in the middle of the sidewalk because he was too anxious to close his eyes. Everyone kept asking him how he was doing, and most days he told them he was getting better because that’s what they wanted to hear. But was he? Some days he felt like he was, but others… They all wanted him to be fine. He wanted to be fine. He coveted their normalcy, but it always hovered just above his grasp.

He wanted to go to school and make friends, but his father forbade him from seeing them most days while plastering his image on every billboard in town. He gained fans and wealth, while other kids played games at the park. He became a superhero with a double-life, fighting bad-guys between fencing lessons and modeling gigs. Other kids ate dinner with their families. He filmed movies that normal kids went to see, posed in clothing ads that normal people bought. His father spent the majority of Adrien’s life making sure he stood out from all the rest — making sure he’d never fit in. He became a supervillain that threatened the city, just to ensure Adrien would always be talked about. To ensure that he’d never be normal.

Everyone put him on a pedestal, but he’d trade everything to be the one looking up from the crowd. To not have to feel the way he felt. To be home in bed with pleasant dreams instead of lying haunted in the middle of the sidewalk, staring up at his ghosts in the rooftops.

He missed Plagg.

“Having trouble sleeping?”

Adrien shot up, blinking at the arms crossed in a bright pink coat. Clouds of steaming breath billowed from her mouth with each heave of her shoulders, cheeks flushed from the cold. Fuzzy pink pajamas were stuffed haphazardly into winter boots, and the blue eyes looking down at him were creased with concern.

When Adrien remained quiet, Marinette shifted her weight. “Me too.”

Adrien balled his hands into fists at his sides. “How did you find me?”

“I heard you downstairs, and I got worried. When I came out of my room, you were heading out the door, so I followed you. It’s a lot harder keeping up with you without superpowers, but I’m kind of an expert at following you.” She crouched beside him, brushing his hair out of his face as she cupped his cheek. “You okay?”

He leaned into her touch, a hot tear slicing down his cheek. He couldn’t tell if he was relieved or embarrassed to have been found out. Mostly, he just loved that she cared enough to chase after him. At the shake of his head, Marinette pulled him into her arms, and he locked his arms around her waist, his quiet sobs muffled by her thick coat. He savored her warmth, a shiver creeping up his spine.

“No one expects you to heal all at once, Adrien,” she murmured in his ear. “I will always be here for you, and so will Maman and Papa and all of our friends. We all love you, and we’ll be with you every step of the way through all of the good and the bad. You don’t have to run and hide.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice shook. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m-”

“It’s okay.” She squeezed him tighter. “I’ve got you. Always.”

Always.

Marinette pulled back, taking his hands in hers. “Come on, let’s go home. It’s freezing out.”

“Yeah…” Adrien let her help him to his feet, wincing against the pain in his knee. He did his best not to limp on the way back to the bakery, keeping a tight grip on her hand.

Marinette shook herself when they were back inside. “The good thing about living above a bakery is the brick ovens keep the building warm in the winter.”

“I’m partial to the lingering smell of fresh croissants,” he said.

“That’s another plus.” She flashed him a smile, and he felt one tugging at the corners of his own lips. “Come on, let’s get you in dry clothes.”

She toted him up to the apartment, only letting go of his hand when he needed to change, but her fingers trailed up his bare back as she helped him out of his shirt. He shivered, goose bumps dotting his skin while she helped him into fresh pajamas. Her hands were small and dainty, but they kept him grounded enough to crawl into bed. Marinette laid beside him on the edge, running her fingers through his hair. He really had missed her touch.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked.

“Anything,” she said.

“What are your nightmares about?”

She paused mid-stroke, her fingers warm on his scalp. Shifting to look him in the eye, she pursed her lips. “It’s always that same day. You’re there crying on the ground, but I can’t ever reach you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always just out of reach.”

“For me, it’s my father. The moment that purple light fades, and all I see are his eyes glaring up at me with hatred and anger. I see those eyes everywhere, like he’s still looming over me. It feels like I’ll never be free of him.” Adrien squeezed her hand.

“We’ve been through too much,” Marinette said. “But we survived. Miraculously.”

“Barely.” Adrien grunted. “Is it weird that I miss how things used to be? For the longest time, all I wanted was to defeat Hawkmoth with you. To ride off into the sunset when the day was saved. It sounds selfish, and maybe it is, but now, I wish things could go back to the way they were. Fighting by your side, both in and out of the mask. I’d never been happier.”

“I know what you mean.” Marinette resumed playing with his hair, and after his stint out in the cold, he was grateful for her warmth. “For the longest time, I always thought that Hawkmoth was our biggest enemy, and that once we defeated him, things would go back to normal. We could be happy and free, but everything has been way more complicated on the other side of things. Those days seem so simple now.”

“Nothing’s simple anymore.” He sighed. “Do you think it ever will be?”

“Mmm.” She hummed. “I hope so. I think you and I more than deserve it.”

“Yeah…” He stifled a yawn.

“You should get some sleep. It’s been a long day,” she said.

“Will you stay with me?” he asked.

Marinette leaned to kiss his forehead and laid her head beside his on the pillow. “Of course, chaton. I’m here.”

Reluctant, but too exhausted to fight it any longer, Adrien closed his eyes. His body ached from his fall, but the bed was soft and warm. The steady brush of Marinette’s fingertips on the back of his neck helped ease the tension in his muscles, and he finally drifted off to sleep.

His nightmare began as it always did, but instead of shying away from his father’s piercing gaze, Adrien reached for Ladybug’s hand. When he turned to face her, her mask vanished in a flash of pink light, and Marinette smiled back at him. He wrapped himself in her embrace while she stroked his hair, warm and safe.

“I’m here, kitty. I’ve got you. Always.”

[spenglersweetheart]

I have idea

Egon isn’t one for falling in love easily in his mind there has to be a bond, friendship bond, trust etc, what if one day after a mission with reader ( rookie ) he helps them with the filing of the samples collected and they crack a really good science joke and before he can stop himself he snort laughs.

Ever since whenever Egons in a bad mood reader tells a science joke

oh, this is actually so cute !! i love it 🥹

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Anything to Make You Smile

Egon Spengler x Reader

WARNINGS : none!

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YOU DIDN'T MIND FILING THE SAMPLES WITH Egon. In fact, you much preferred it over making the bust. Though, that part was always fun, too. You had gotten along with all your new coworkers. Well, at least, almost all of them. Egon Spengler was a hard one to crack. The others told you about his seriousness. Which you didn't mind, it's what helps him stay dedicated to his work, and you honestly admired that.

When you guys came back from the most recent job, you and Egon pretty much immediately rushed over to the laboratory so you two can start with the samples. It was honestly your favorite part of the day. But, you noticed that something was off about Egon.

You knew he wasn't the one for emotions, as they are not really easy for him. But you wanted to get close to him. It may be because you were starting to gain somewhat of a little crush on him. But ... No one needed to know that. Not just yet, at least. Today, though, he was a bit off. He's not known to be a talker. Maybe that was just around you, but he looked a little more sad than usual.

You walk over to him when you file one of your last samples. You watch him carefully, before looking up at him to speak.

"You okay?" You finally get the courage to ask.

He only gives you a hum of approval, which wasn't really normal for him. It makes you raise a brow in interest.

He starts to walk away, you immediately follow right after him like you're some lost puppy. You tried not to make a habit of that, as it could possibly annoy him. You thought for a moment, before an idea finally pops into your head.

"Hey, Egon, did you hear about the chemist who threw sodium chloride at his taxi driver?" You question.

Egon rose a brow in interest and in slight concern. "I have not," he answered, "Are they okay?"

"Yeah! Yeah, they're alright. The police caught the guy. They ruled it as a salt."

Egon looks at you, a chuckle falling from his lips, it eventually turns into a laugh, letting out a snort. Seeing him like that makes you smile wide.

"How did you come up with that so quickly?" Egon asked.

You gave a shrug. "I dunno. I always had a knack for science related jokes," you answer, "I've got a ton of other ones if you want them."

"If you're sure," Egon says, "I could use another one."

"Alright, so a neutron walks into a bar, right?"

Egon gives a nod. "Yeah?"

"He asks how much for a beer. The bartender replied, 'For you? No charge.'"

It's another corny science joke that makes Egon laugh. You were happy that someone appreciated your science related jokes like you did.

"I saw you were feeling a little down. I just wanted to see you smile for a change," you tell him.

"Well, it certainly worked," Egon responds, "Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem. Anything to make you smile," you say back to him.

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── ♡ ( AUTHOR'S NOTE! ) :

not my best work i don't think bc i am Tired™ but i really hope you like it! i tried my best.

[thosearentcrimes]

The following text, apparently one of a long series by the same author, was recovered off the coast of Cuba by cephalopod research group divers in local year 120 and was one of the earliest documents to be translated following the excavation of cetacean archives at the Rashid Site in 146 that allowed us to decrypt cephalopod. It remains essential to our understanding of cephalopod infrastructure capabilities and policy.

The chief monobrain is at it again. Evol Nrol has introduced his next grand new vision for the sea and beyond, to great acclaim from his various suckers and the media outlets he just happens to own. 55% of the planet just isn't enough apparently, our lords and masters are still looking for more untouched wilderness to pointlessly ruin. One begins to suspect that they just want somewhere to run away to, and one begins to wonder why. Just like last time, he wants to colonize Lake Baikal, because bad ideas never die, they just camouflage. In case it's not obvious, this will never work, and if it did it would still not work. Let's just glide over the 10 most obvious reasons this is impossible and insane from last time.

1) Lake Baikal is very far away. 2) Lake Baikal is very cold. 3) The water in Lake Baikal is basically poison. Life inside seapods would always be one breach away from rapid deionisation. 4) Lake Baikal either has scientific value, or it has octopus habitation. It can't have both. 5) Lake Baikal has nothing we need. As far as we know the thermal vents in Baikal have nothing we can't get much easier from existing vents, or even by creating synthentic vents. 6) Lake Baikal has too much water to salinify. This is the one they really haven't thought about. We don't have the minerals we would need. The quantity of sodium chloride alone would make a pile the size of Moai mount. Our best way to get the minerals is by evaporating the sea and moving the evaporate over, but at that point we could just as well build the evaporation pool, not build the levees, and just live there. On that note: 7) Clearly nobody's calculated the logistics on moving that much mineral. Have you tried lugging a mountain over land? 10) Lake Baikal is constantly being drained by a river and replenished by other rivers. It takes around 512 years to replace the entire volume of the lake. That's a long time, even by lake standards, at least. Still, anything you put in the water will dissipate at a rate of 1/512 per year at least. And at the scale of the initial investment, the maintenance cost in minerals alone would be unaffordable.

If you really wanted to go with the monumentally stupid idea of filling a lake with minerals to make more sea, there's a much better choice, of course. Lake Tanganyika is more accessible, warmer, smaller, still has thermal vents, and drains slower. In every respect it would be an easier choice, though still entirely impossible of course. But Evol couldn't go with that, because he's tying his consultants in knots attempting to salvage his whole "dredge the Yenisey 1km deep" idea from three years ago, which wouldn't have made sense with Tanganyika, and he's too arrogant to pick a new target to go with the new manateeshit plan. As always, impossible plans like these just vent ink over the infrastructure and housing investment we desperately need and already know how to do.

[scp-l4-clef-alto-001]

no idea if someone asked you this recently, apologies

Your works on the SCP wiki have always been my personal favourites, because you have an incredibly dynamic style of writing and amazing sense of character creation. Everything fits together perfectly and the plots make sense.

But what do you think about the current style of writing that occurs on the wiki? Is it even possible that years from now the characters that are written today will be nearly as well known as many of the SCP’s in the early thousands?

and finally what’s your favourite flavour of rock

Thanks for the compliment. As for the current writing style: styles and trends come and go. I've already seen big fanbases for very recent work, and that's a sign of a healthy community.

My favorite flavor of rock is sodium chloride (salt), although sucrose (rock sugar) is a close second. A few years back, I found out about the (Iranian? Persian?) habit of drinking tea with rock candy, and it's my new favorite.

On a related note: I miss my kebab guy. . . there was a dude who ran a kebab grill out the back of this Iranian market who made the best goddamn koobideh. And he charged a reasonable amount, too: ten bucks got you enough meat, rice, and grilled vegetables for three meals, along with lavash and a can of cola. Then I switched jobs.

Tell me about your favorite kebabs, guys. I'm getting hungry.

Clefbab

[prismaticpichu]

ZackSephWeek Day 8 - Free Day!!!

I present to you: a deleted scene from Pastya Bedtime!!

~

“Ooh! How about this one, pal."

With a sunny smile illuminating his face, Zack pointed to yet another image on the page—the thirteenth one, if they were keeping track—and that smile continued to shine blindingly bright as he glanced up at him in search of approval.

Approval that, frankly, was not found, given that an exhausted headshake was his response.

"Zack..." he started tiredly, but the amusement was more than portrayed through the smirk budding on his lips. "For the thirteenth time: I don't mind which pasta you cook. If you think the Alfredo looks appetizing, then cook it."

“Ah, but is the Alfredo with broccoli what you really want?"

Sephiroth ran a hand over his face.

"Okie doke!" Zack said in understanding, turning back to his recently purchased copy of Penne For Your Thoughts: The Ultimate Guide to the Perfect Pasta Dish and flipping the page. "Alfredo is no-go."

"Did I not just agree to it?"

"Nope! You said if I found it appetizing."

"And?"

"And it's YOUR birthday, Seph! I wanna make what you want."

"And if what I want is whatever you choose?"

"Then you better believe we're gonna be here all night, bud."

Sephiroth couldn't help but give way a small chuckle, shaking his head at his friend's sheer display of obstinance and resilience. Some things truly never changed, never could falter.

"C'mon, bud!” Zack pressed, blue eyes continuing to roam over the option. “Don't worry about me! You know I'll eat anything under the sun!”

"Yes... that I frighteningly do know.”

"Good! Then just tell me what kinda pasta you want, pal. Just tell me and I'll make it."

Silence reigned for a moment, and Sephiroth continued to smirk. “And how am I supposed to choose when you purchased an entire cookbook?"

"Simple! Just tell me what your favorite is."

Sephiroth shook his head again.

"Oh c'mon, pal, just tell me your favorite! I can do it! Really. I went out to the store and literally picked up every ingredient in the book. Like… every one. I think the store clerk thought I was a loon.”

Sephiroth shook his head harder. "

“...I'm afraid that was unnecessary."

"What? No it wasn't!!!” Zack protested. "You said you loved pasta, so I wanted to make sure you had your favorite—“

"Plain."

"—…and, yknow… Wait. Pardon?"

"Plain," Sephiroth repeated, an almost resigned dip in his tone as he folded his arms. "Plain spaghetti with salt."

Zack blinked—blinked about three times, for that matter, maybe five—and it was clear that he suddenly felt quite sheepish standing beside an open cookbook of elaborate, sophisticated pasta platters when all he needed was a store-bought box of noodles and some sodium chloride.

"...You mean, that’s your favorite? Plain ol' spaghetti with table salt?"

Sephiroth’s expression said it all; a sincere, unmistakable honestly shimmering in those silver-skimmed emerald eyes.

Annnnd Zack thought maybe it wasn’t so bad to take the reins after all.

“Okay! New plan!” Zack laughed, shutting the (now) completely useless cookbook with purposeful puntuctation. “Howww about we do try one of my old favorites. Sound good to you, pal? Just, y’know, so we don’t waste the ingredients!”

…Okay, maybe that was just the Angeal inside of him talking.

Maybe.

Probably.

Regardless of the reason, Sephiroth’s response was one of piqued curiosity, the slight movement of his silver brow lifting alongside the shame in those jade irises.

“…Oh?” he hummed, most intrigued. “And what would that be?”

Grinning, Zack had already begun making his way over to the freezer, flinging over the hefty metal door in search of the most homey (and potentially smelly) item in his arsenal.

“How about I make an old Gongagan favorite? Piscine Pasta!”

[fagsex]

good news i didnt poison myself just accidentally drank a lot of sodium chloride mixed with honey and coffee

bad news i drank a lot of sodium chloride mixed with honey and coffee

[gaycrouton]

Who ended up in the hospital more: Mulder or Scully?

The following calculations come from the hard work of @xfilesobsession​, my idol 

Note: this is solely a list of their on-screen hospital appearances where they were admitted as patients (in gowns), not all the times they were injured and/or briefly taken care of.

Beyond the Sea (1x13) 

Patient: Fox Mulder 

Reason: He was shot during a rescue mission. 

Current Total Mulder: 1 Scully: 0

Darkness Falls (1x20) 

Patient: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully 

Reason: They took a nice trip to the forest and were almost devoured by insects. 

*semantically speaking, this is a quarantine facility 

Current Total Mulder: 2 Scully: 1

One Breath (2x08)

Patient: Dana Scully

Reason: She was ding dong ditched at the hospital by the people who had abducted her for months. The hospital was apparently so shocked, they forgot to give her a blanket :/

Current Total Mulder: 2 Scully: 2

Colony (2x16) and End Game (2x17)

Patient: Fox Mulder

Reason: He was exposed to the Alien Bounty Hunter’s blood.

*counts as one since Colony begins in medias res with events from End Game.

Current Total Mulder: 3 Scully: 2

Død Kalm (2x19)

Patient: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully

Reason: They were on a ship where “contaminated water caused rapid oxidative damage and dramatically increased sodium chloride in the body,” (Scully, 1995).

Current Total Mulder: 4 Scully: 3

Apocrypha (3x16)

Patient: Fox Mulder

Reason: Mulder’s car is run off the road.

Current Total Mulder: 5 Scully: 3

Wetwired (3x23)

Patient: Dana Scully

Reason: Scully becomes victim to the control of a device that incites paranoid delusions.

Current Total Mulder: 5 Scully: 4

Memento Mori (4x14)

Patient: Dana Scully

Reason: She’s diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

Current Total Mulder: 5 Scully: 5

Redux II (5x02)

Patient: Dana Scully

Reason: Her terminal cancer flares up, but she is cured. Hopefully alien implants are part of her health insurance plan.

Current Total Mulder: 5 Scully: 6

The Red and The Black (5x13)

Patient: Dana Scully

Reason: She sustained burns and smoke inhalation.

Current Total Mulder: 5 Scully: 7

Folie à Deux (5x19)

Patient: Fox Mulder

Reason: Mulder began seeing things others couldn’t (according to Scully, he was succumbing to folie à deux — shared psychosis), and Skinner had him committed.

Current Total Mulder: 6 Scully: 7

Fight the Future (1998)

Patient: Fox Mulder

Reason: He is shot by the people who abduct Scully.

Current Total Mulder: 7 Scully: 7

Triangle (6x03)

Patient: Fox Mulder

Reason: While searching for the Queen Anne, he wrecked his ship.

Current Total Mulder: 8 Scully: 7

Tithonus (6x10)

Patient: Dana Scully

Reason: Scully was accidentally shot by a fellow agent during a case.

Current Total Mulder: 8 Scully: 8

Biogenesis (6x22) and The Sixth Extinction (7x01)

Patient: Fox Mulder

Reason: He’s hospitalized for being in critical condition due to his abnormal brain activity.

*counts as one since he was never relocated/discharged in between episodes.

Current Total Mulder: 9 Scully: 8

The Sixth Extinction (7x01) and The Sixth Extinction II: Amor Fati (7x02)

Patient: Fox Mulder

Reason: Abnormal Brain Activity (cont.)

*counts as a new one since he was relocated by Skinner and remains there in between these two episodes

Current Total Mulder: 10 Scully: 8

Signs and Wonders (7x09)

Patient: Fox Mulder

Reason: Attacked by snakes

Current Total Mulder: 11 Scully: 8

Brand X (7x18)

Patient: Fox Mulder

Reason: Beetle eggs began hatching in his lungs.

Current Total Mulder: 12 Scully: 8

Requiem (7x22)

Patient: Dana Scully

Reason: Scully faints at the office after realizing Mulder was in danger. It is later revealed she’s pregnant.

Current Total Mulder: 12 Scully: 9

Without (8x02)

Patient: Dana Scully

Reason: She’s in a physical altercation with the Alien Bounty Hunter which leaves her with several injuries.

Current Total Mulder: 12 Scully: 10

Via Negativa (8x07)

Patient: Dana Scully

Reason: She checked herself into the hospital after feeling acute abdominal pain.

Current Total Mulder: 12 Scully: 11

DeadAlive (8x14) and Three Words (8x15)

Patient: Fox Mulder

Reason: “Brought back from the dead.”

*counts as one since it is the same hospital stay between episodes

Current Total Mulder: 13 Scully: 11

Empedocles (8x17)

Patient: Dana Scully

Reason: She had some abdominal pain that turned out to be a partial abruption.

Current Total Mulder: 13 Scully: 12

Babylon (10x05)

Patient: Fox Mulder

Reason: He woke up in the hospital after apparently embarrassing himself while under the influence of placebos he believed were magic mushrooms.

Current Total Mulder: 14 Scully: 12

My Struggle III (11x01)

Patient: Dana Scully

Reason(s): She suffered from a seizure in the office; then another while driving and she crashed.

*this counts as two because she left the hospital and was brought back a second time.

Current Total Mulder: 14 Scully: 14

So how many times did we see Mulder and Scully admitted to the hospital?

Overall Total 🏥 Mulder: 14 Scully: 14

It’s a tie! 🥳

I stated earlier that this is not every time they were injured and not every time they went to the hospital. Instead, it is every time we saw them while they were admitted to the hospital as a patient.

As with everything, this can be calculated in different ways.

There were instances where we saw them go to the hospital for something temporary (Blood, Gesthemane) and there are episodes where they definitely went to hospital, but we didn’t see them (Zero Sum, Never Again).

This also doesn’t take into account variables like length of hospital stay or injury v. illness. It’s impossible to know the full circumstances in some cases and overall to estimate who spent the most *time* in the hospital.

All to say, this was just for fun and I acknowledge it is not comprehensive based on different criteria (so don’t come for me), but I do believe it is every time we see them on screen admitted in hospital gowns.

[cinnamonest]

Hello all. Sorry for my radio silence until now, here's a half-vent-post, half-update-post for the mess I have going on.

So, my second doctor's appointment... I am very grateful to have a wonderful employer who let me take some time off, so since I've been not great, I've gone to stay with my parents for the week.

I am experiencing what I was told is something called "polydipsia," which I can only describe as something I would come up with if I were asked to devise a new method of psychological torture. It's the sensation of intense, constant thirst, but drinking water doesn't do anything. Like, you know how normally when you're super thirsty and drink water, you feel a sensation of relief when you drink water? That doesn't happen. When you swallow and put the glass down, the thirst is just as intense as it was before you drank, it just... does nothing. You just stay insanely, incredibly thirsty, nonstop, and there is nothing you can do, no amount of drinking makes the sensation go away, but you keep getting the urge to drink because that's what your brain compels you to do.

It was mild at first, now it's reached a point that I'm chugging bottles of water, just nonstop, can barely sleep due to thirst. I know it could be so much worse and a lot of people have much worse things and this is minor by comparison, and I'm very grateful this isn't painful, but it's driving me insane. Just the constant sensation that you're trying to fix but nothing alleviates it at all despite trying is frustrating in a way I cannot describe and it's slowly worn me down to the point of psychological exhaustion.

Apparently, this may be due to some kidney issue. If so that means basically all that water I'm drinking, is actually not being absorbed by my body, my kidneys do nothing, so basically it's as if I'm not drinking at all. So, effects of dehydration as well.

At first with the urgent care doctor I went to initially, I was told that I am not diabetic due to blood sugar normal levels and that I had a kidney problem I needed to see a specialist for. Then I finally got an appointment with the primary care doctor, who said that may be incorrect because diabetes would easily explain the polydipsia. However, the last blood sample they took for lab work they did a few days ago came back and it turns out, once again, I am in fact NOT diabetic.

They drew even more blood and did a series of extensive fluids tests, basically measuring the contents by electrolyte, so I would get updates of lab results sent to me reading like "potassium - normal" and "chloride - normal" etc etc as they test each component. Everything kept coming back as being at normal levels until it hit sodium, and then for some reason, sodium and only sodium got flagged as being imbalanced.

I may have "diabetes insipidus", I'll just have to wait for testing results.

Unfortunately, with comically impeccable timing, I needed wisdom teeth taken out as it's apparently already begun to undo my previous expensive orthodontic work, so I just got out of wisdom tooth surgery yesterday. However, since I have ADHD meds (which are amphetamines) flowing through my body, they put me under general anesthesia rather than laughing gas.

So it's done, my mouth is stuffed with gauze, I'm numb with opioids for the gaping holes in my gums, I feel like a pincushion with the number of needles that have been stuffed in me in the last 72 hours, but it's done and hopefully I won't need anything more.

[xcyaeraa]

A guide to dry skin !! ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.⋆

As both dry skin and eczema girly I have learned that I really need to be cautious of my skincare and body care (which I chose to ignore back then and ended up stripping my skin TwT) to prevent white flakes obliterating my face every morning and night. So for all my combination/dry skin fellas out there that need tips, I gotchu! -- to the best of my knowledge.ヾ(￣▽￣)

To decide whether you have a dry skin type, try to find out if you often get flaky, rough, or tight feeling on your skin after washing your face with a normal cleaner. Dry skin can also constantly get itchy most likely due to dehydration, if you feel confident about your skin type being dry, then you're recommended to focus on keeping your face moisturized and hydrated. And lastly, make sure you're getting enough vitamin D, vitamin A, niacinamide, zinc, or iron as being deficient in these nutrients can result in dry skin.

I recommend you try out products containing hyaluronic acid, glycerin, aloe vera extract, and ceramides since these are very fresh for your skin! And it's best to stay away from harsher ingredients like alcohol, isopropyl, and sulfates also preventing too much scrubbing/exfoliating!

Now, it's finally time for my favorite parts, skincare recommendations! From the products I have (bravely) tried for the sake of healing my skin, I will leave out a few product recommendations that I LOVE with my favorite ingredients from each of them -- please feel free to also leave out your skincare recommendations, I'd trust more than tiktok, but of course, do research beforehand.

Aera's 2024 Skincare favs 🧼🌸𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

Round Lab 1025 Dokdo Toner: Glycerin, Sea water, Panthenol

Skin 1004 Madagascar Centella Hyalu-cica Water-fit Sun Serum: Glycerin, Butylene glycol, Centella asiatica, Hyaluronic acid

Isntree Hyaluronic Acid Moist Cream: Glycerin, Hyaluronic acid, Vitamin E

Haruharu Wonder Black Rice Moisture 5.5 Soft Cleansing Gel (Unscented): Glycerin, Butylene glycol, Sodium chloride

Johnson's Baby Oil

Laneige Lip Sleeping Mask (Berry)

Nivea Rich Care & Color (French Pink)

Skintific Mugwort Acne Clay Stick: Niacinamide, Salicylic acid, Centella

I swear by these products and I will invest on them 4ever!! I really hoped these help you girlies to get new insights about skincares and your skin, I'll be making more of these cause I really do enjoy making them, if u have any requests, feel free to!

replay - SHINee

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[sleeplesssmoll]

Vertin's Bookshelf (Real Life References)

I'm only including real world references in this post. Some were too blurry for me to see so I only included the ones I can confirm. I tried to find pics of the original cover art too. Anything indented was copied from somewhere and I included all sources. I only did the searching and squinting!

VICTORIAN LONDON STREET LIFE in Historic Photographs

These rare historical photographs were taken from 1873 to 1877 and are part of Street Life in London, a book that was one of the first examples of social documentary photography. The authors, photographer John Thomson and journalist Adolphe Smith, aimed to reveal by the innovative use of photography and essays the conditions of a life of poverty in London. (source)

Die Verwandlung ( The Metamorphosis) by Frankz Kafa

(Note: Seems like Vertin has this book in its original German instead of translated into English)

Metamorphosis (German: Die Verwandlung) is a novella written by Franz Kafka and first published in 1915. One of Kafka's best-known works, Metamorphosis tells the story of salesman Gregor Samsa, who wakes one morning to find himself inexplicably transformed into a huge insect (German: ungeheueres Ungeziefer, lit. "monstrous vermin") and subsequently struggles to adjust to this new condition. The novella has been widely discussed among literary critics, who have offered varied interpretations. (source)

CURRUS TRIUMPHALIS ANTIMONIO (Triumphant Chariot of Antimony) : alchemy book published in 1646

From what I've gathered its focused on ancient medicine and hermetic philosophy? It's pretty old and the information around it is sparse. However, the supposed author has an interesting story:

Basil Valentine is the Anglicized version of the name Basilius Valentinus, ostensibly a 15th-century alchemist, possibly Canon of the Benedictine Priory of Saint Peter in Erfurt, Germany but more likely a pseudonym used by one or several 16th-century German authors. According to John Maxson Stillman, who wrote on the history of chemistry, there is no evidence of such a name on the rolls in Germany or Rome and no mention of this name before 1600. His putative history, like his imaginary portrait, appears to be of later creation than the writings themselves. Whoever he was, Basil Valentine had considerable knowledge of chemistry. He demonstrated that ammonia could be obtained by the action of alkali on sal-ammoniac (ammonium chloride), described the production of hydrochloric acid by acidifying brine of common salt (sodium chloride), and created ethyl chloride and oil of vitriol (sulfuric acid), among other achievements. (source)

There's a Beethoven vinyl record that I can't make out but it has the word "violoncello" in it? I tried sharpening it but still can't figure out the rest. I couldn't find the art either.

The last one is another Vinyl Record: Johann Sebastian Bach, Enrico Mainardi – Suiten Für Violoncello Solo Nr.1-6. I tried to find the closing looking image to the one used in the game. The record I found was actually remastered in Japan (2016) but its very close!