#endless amount of knowledge

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... endless amount of knowledge ...

Bodleian Library is the main library of Oxford University, one of the oldest libraries in Europe and the UK and the second largest library with more than 12 million books.....

📸 bapt_ou [IG]

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... endless amount of knowledge ...

Morning light in the library of All Souls’ College, Oxford.

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... endless amount of knowledge ...

" Where stories are told and books are made "

Balch & Balch Bookshop

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... endless amount of knowledge ...

Livraria Lello bookstore, Porto Portugal

Built in 1906

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... endless amount of knowledge ...

The University Club of New York, New York City, USA

The club’s library, housed in a stunning Renaissance Revival building, is very much an antithesis to the bustling city on the outside.

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... endless amount of knowledge ...

The library of Umberto Eco

[aka-indulgence]

i’m so interested in transformers now you’ve talked about it so much

do you have any recommendations for someone who knows nothing about it?

Man it’s crazy what hyperfixation does to a person dfjfhgf I’ve only really known transformers for 2 months+ now… I only knew Optimus was the big autobot guy, bumblebee yellow guy, Megatron evil, and the only transformer I knew I liked was Shockwave. Compared to then I know so much now o<o

To actually answer your question though! I’ve only seen 2 transformers series, and Transformers One… and I think there’s an argument to be made for all 3 to be a good fun intro!

Maybe Transformers Prime would be the best overall ‘intro’ because you get to learn more context of the transformers universe throughout the show, at least for me. It has lots of genuine+serious moments while having excellent humor, I’ve barked a laugh multiple times throughout the series jdhfd. It has a real cinematic and Grand feel through it all. Also my guys Soundwave and Shockwave are there 🥰 🥰 🥰

I’m not done watching Transformers Animated, but it has an overall lighter tone, and (from what I know!!) Kinda flips the script around the lore? Like how Optimus isn’t the leader of the Autobots, they’re small compared to the Decepticons, uh… (Soundwave isn’t around much 😭) but it’s fun! Also, lots of likeable characters (especially the Decepticons wink wink wonk wonk wink wonk)

Transformers One 😍 I mean. It’s amazing cinema in general, though I don’t know how good it is for someone who doesn’t know transformers? But I think it’s easy to follow the plot, and it’s fantastic for seeing Orion and D’s journey to becoming Optimus and Megatron respectfully. You also get Cybertron lore which I loved! I think the only downside is you won’t recognize characters, which is fine (Llama pointed out the bots I don’t recognize)

Also I hear (from llama) the 1986 movie is good too!

[stepswowdsen]

DO YOU THINK SAERU COULD BE CONSIDERED A MAMA'S BOY........ Is that even the right term...........

I imagine, in some AU where everyone lives a normal life, instead of pretty much everything that happens in kagepro, he could be a lot like Alastor from Hazbin Hotel..................

Fanon-verse Saeru as a "lazy bum" cat snake 🐈‍⬛🐍

OOOH I see!

I've definitely seen some fanon-verse takes of Saeru in the past with him chilling in the MekaDan's base like a cat ^^

So basically, fanon-verse Saeru begrudgingly helps with the MekaDan's chores and cooking when urged to help out.

I've mainly seen it in fanon-verse settings where it's just focused on the MekaDan's daily life shenanigans.

The idea of the Mekakushi Dan having fanon-verse Saeru lying around as a lazy bum type cat snek is so funny 🐈‍⬛🐍

Workaholic Saeru

I have canon-verse Saeru as a workaholic in my own interpretations, because I headcanon that he feels bored all the time and constantly craves stimulation.

So he tries to occupy himself by tinkering with tech, building robots, and making little gadgets and such.

Due to his knowledge, he's able to improve current existing human technologies by making his own upgrades.

He works on them in his own lab 🧪🥼🔬

Feila's Rambles

From my friend Feila:

"Maybe in an AU where he's more human-like, he'd definitely be a mama's boy 😭"

"Even when he's inhuman (AKA in canon), he's deeply devoted to Azami, I wouldn't say attached tbh, just devoted."

Me: Yeah same here. I think with canon-verse Saeru, I mainly see him as devoted.

I like the fact that this is his form of showing his devotion to his Master(s), even if in the most (misguided) and twisted way.

With fanon-verse Saeru, in a setting apart from KagePro's angst that takes place in a slice of life setting where he chills with the MekaDan, is generally an inconvenience, and generally causes them trouble.

So this kind of setting is a more lighthearted/comedic/fluffy slice of life setting

KagePro's Final Route (HCs)

I don't know much about HH, but I always imagined in my personal HCs that since Saeru is the creation of Azami, I like interpretations/takes where he's the Kozakura family's guardian figure in the Final Route of KagePro (post-canon)

It's not "redemption" (which I think he should never have - canon-verse Saeru should just stay as an irredeemable pure evil since he is more compelling that way), like he's very much the same (still very evil), but he just runs around like an unhinged gremlin instead.

And he still causes problems for the others but it's more contained.

So I still have him as evil and insane, but he's holding back his murderous tendencies and keeping them contained.

I tinkered with things a bit in my own setting, so that it'd keep with KagePro's core/central theme-ing of "The existence of hope in the presence of tragedy."

I imagined him possessing tech (via android bodies he makes) so that he can still exist.

I see it as his way of finally making up for his past karma, by finally doing good deeds this time for the sake of his Master(s), by putting his knowledge to good use (other than using it solely for his own selfish/self-serving desires lol)

(Ofc, he wanted to continue the time loop tragedy forever, and has no remorse about that fact. Like I imagine he didn't want to do this lol, but I imagined that it was the only option he could take for him to continue existing after being "defeated." If it means he can still live, then why not. So he begrudgingly took the offer.)

(Maybe Mary or Azami herself presented this option to him. At first he thinks that their proposal of 'finding his own meaning to life' is ridiculous, but since he can still live a more "quiet existence," he might as well take whatever offer he can get.)

[boopshoops]

What your favorite TWST character says about you :)

As a note before I begin: I saw one of these that shamed malleus and randomly even chenya enjoyers- (claimed that they were pick mes or something? 😭) so i wanted to make one that was more positive out of spite <3 make it more about the writing and why people appreciate the characters. Take each of these with a grain of salt i spose- also a lot of them share similar themes <3

(Aka fans who have different views or even blatantly incorrect views of characters will always exist everywhere, but insulting the entirety of a group solely for enjoying a character, many for different reasons, is probably not a great idea!

I get that sometimes people suck and thats understandable, but quit generalizing ok? Ok.

From a malleus enjoyer who just thinks hes a silly little guy and im tired of feeling like i have to defend myself bc he's my blorbo 😵‍💫)

Final note: i love unapologetically taking frustration and turning it into something that can make people smile 💕 also i blindly wrote this from 11pm-midnight :))) dividers by @/cafekitsune!

Heartslabyul:

Riddle: you enjoy and/or relate to the idea of healing from the past. Working hard to improve oneself for the ones around you and yourself: creating a healthier environment where you can be happy

Trey: there is immense complexity in things that are seemingly mundane. Digging deeper and deeper to find something truly sweet and heart warming is your joy.

Cater: maybe you relate, or maybe you used to, or maybe parts of the connections made in the past/presence/future dont feel as deep as you truly want them to be. There is something beautiful about a desire for genuine human connection, but also peace in being alone. There is a safe space for you yet, just be patient. 💕

Deuce: you love drive and determination. An endless stubbornness that keeps one going against all odds. Against every person who tells someone they cant. You watch them get proven wrong, and its pure bliss.

Ace: you find the connection between people beyond words heartwarming: even the seemingly simple ones. The ability to have a connection with someone who can get up to some mischief, tease back and forth, yet be there when you need them to be one of the most valuable things.

Savanaclaw:

Leona: Adversity over a lack of belief in oneself is a very difficult thing to overcome- yet it is very possible with the right crowd, the right amount of time, healing, and effort. You think someone's worth lies more than just within their title/job/appearance, but within the fact that they are able to stand back up and keep moving onward despite the odds. The hope for that change, and the ability to get out of bed in the morning on its own is strength.

Ruggie: Despite being through so much trauma at such a young age, recovery happens anyway. Its not perfect, at times the lessons learned are even rough. The survival tactics that once helped are now hard to ditch when theyre not needed anymore, but the ability to smile and joke and keep pushing onwards is something you value in life.

Jack: Self discipline can be both extremely useful as well as harmful in different ways. You find the way people can constantly strive to better themselves at what they love and/or morally to be highly admirable.

Octavinelle:

Azul: People can be cruel. And sometimes that cruelty inspires cruelty. Sometimes its simply used as a way to move on and survive insecurities created from it. Its hard, its a fight, but those insecurities are part of what make people beautiful. They are nothing to be ashamed of, and even the many tactics and smart ways of learning to overcome cruelness can be beautiful too.

Jade: The mind is extremely powerful. Intelligence and knowledge are not the only important things, no. Using that intel to find entertainment in the surrounding world can be exhilarating. Finding and discovering new unknowns: learning their ins and outs until they're a part of you is something you can relate to.

Floyd: speaking of fun- you love what is essentially the written version of a roller coaster. Ups and downs, ins and outs. Every single twist and turn is exhilarating and new. Every different perspective provides new insight into a multitude of different things. You are along for the ride, and you are having a lovely time.

Scarabia:

Jamil: self discovery can be very difficult after purposefully suppressing parts of one's self for a long time. Yet, the healing happens anyway (once again aha <3). People discover new parts of themselves, slowly becoming more comfortable not only with their environment, but how they react to it. The discovery is freedom, and freedom is bliss to you. New traits about oneself bloom like a flower: if not in the soil, then stubbornly in the cracks of cement. You gently take that bloom from the concrete and pot it, placing it gingerly in a beam of sunlight.

Kalim: Happiness isnt only sunshine to the one smiling, but to everyone else around them. It is delightfully infectious. However, happiness isnt a constant. You think emotions all emotions should be experienced rather than suppressed, because holding back sadness for the sake of others is a disservice to one's self. Discovering your own emotions, any range of them, is what makes people uniquely human. If anyone is holding those emotions back- hell, any part of them back, they need to be let out of the cage.

Pomefiore:

Vil: "Beauty is on the inside" is a saying thats been around for a long time, but beauty comes in so many forms. It can come from the stubborn desire to improve one's self: to be kinder, to help those around you, to be good. However it is impossible to be perfect. At times, for some, this can be crushing. People are hurt unintentionally, natural frustration can brew, the wrong actions can be taken: and thats okay. You believe whats important is to pick yourself up and keep going. To err is to be human, and that is beautiful too.

Rook: Error is beautiful. Symmetry is beautiful. Asymmetry is beautiful. A crack in the side walk is beautiful. Small things are beautiful, big things are beautiful. The nurturing of something through endless care is beautiful. The undeniable traits and hobbies of every individual that make them unique are beautiful. You find the endless optimism in finding beauty to be, in itself, beautiful.

Epel: Sometimes people will view others in ways that they wish not to be perceived as. This isnt in our control, as much as we sometimes want it to be. All you can do i be unapologetically yourself. To be you to the utmost degree. To prove those who thought otherwise to be foolish. You find this strength to find value in yourself despite others opinions admirable.

Ignihyde:

Idia: you have depression /j

Ok for real-

Life can be such a cunt. It can beat a person down, down, down and leave them vulnerable enough to fear it. To fear that beating, whenever it may next come. The anxiety of never knowing what or who will come next, or what one could lose. At times it feels more comforting to find a routine in solitude. But you know that the small things that give joy will wiggle their way in with time. The broken will meet people who love and care and find comfort in the companionship of healing, even from the little things: like a new story to read or game to play.

Ortho: You value unconditional support. Support through everything: the good, the bad, the just kind of okay. Knowing that someone can have ones back for every little thing- to be there solely because they care and wish the best for others- is something you look up to and maybe even wish to be for another.

Diasomnia:

Malleus: god damn people can be so hard to read and understand. They are so complicated: they are books you have to pay attention to from start to finish. But once you reach the end, you have a deep seated appreciation for them, and for the ones who stuck around to read your book too. Even if it was just for a fleeting moment: it is a happy moment. As painful as temporary things can be, it is also what you think can make the relationships we love and have loved so valuable.

Lilia: there can be suffering everywhere. There is war. There is famine. But there are also endless new sights to see. New discoveries to be made to help those still going through famine and war. New ways to love and understand people you never thought you'd understand. The development and positive parts of humanity, even though at times it can look bleak, are ever present to you. You love the discovery: of places and of people.

Silver: you believe that there is solace in being your own individual, regardless of who you are bound by blood to. Being shaped my experiences, friends, hardships, and new places are what make a person who they are. You value finding roots in and making your own home.

Sebek: Dedication can be a hard thing to come by, but when it does it can grab someone by the reigns. Using every waking moment to cherish that thing, learn more about it, become better at something, and strive to better ones self can be very admirable to you. But, on the other hand, it also calls for the occasional rest.

OTHER (just for ones I know well enough, sorry!)

Neige: You love kindness despite hardship. One can go through horrible things and still choose to be kind. The world could begin to end, and one could still choose to be kind, because it means everything.

Chenya: Curiosity fuels exploration. It fuels art. It fuels everything. It fuels excitement. It fuels friendships. It fuels medicine. It fuels life. Curiosity is endlessly fun, and you think that is very whimsical

Meleanor: Sacrifice for others can be tragic. Knowing what another person has given up for someone else, maybe even everything, is gut wrenching but undeniably a selfless love to you.

Crewel: There can be kindness in strictness. In teachings, there can be a parental guide. There can be someone who cares for you and undeniably wants you to succeed. They know that you can, so they push you towards it. You want this support.

Trein: Love surpasses time. When the ones we love are gone, the memories of them are still held close, with the love once given to them, we can show to others through advice and guidance that comes with time. You find comfort in that.

Crowley: People are flawed. We all know this, yet despite a persons flaws... however many there may be, there is still something hopeful and human about it. About having those flaws and persisting regardless. You may even like those flaws, and the unashamed desire to press on even with them on display.

Fellow/Ernesto: Live for yourself. This is what you desire. People are often caught up in material or monetary things. After all, we live in a world that required it to survive and even be respected. To throw away those views and simply live as you see fit: regardless as to whether you earn those things or not, is something you admire.

Rollo: Sometimes the attachment we have to those we lost can be painful. Regardless, that pain is proof that there was care and love. The things done for others, whether alive or dead, are done selflessly. Grief can fuel hatred, but it can also be caused by love. To unlearn hatred and learn to love again after the fear of loss is a natural human experience. It is a process you understand and admire those who take the time and strength needed to properly love again.

Thank you for reading <3

Tags <3

@lowcallyfruity @skriblee-ksk @justm3di0cr3 @cecilebutcher @kitwasnothere

@techno-danger @thehollowwriter @distant-velleity @the-trinket-witch @scint1llat3

@beneathsakurashade @qsoap @twsted-canvas @prince-kallisto @kathxrat-01

@sillyslipperybananapeel @jadelover69 @tixdixl @twstinginthewind

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... endless amount of knowledge ...

Hurlingham Books l possibly the oldest independent bookshop in South West London

[realityrain]

𓂃⋆𓄯ྀི ̼̫ ˖ ✶ magical things to script ! ꕀ 🎹⋆࿐༄

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼i am very good at crafting potions, spells aswell as alchemy and chemistry

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ “supernatural search and rescue” basically when someone gos missing hiking or in a specifically supernatural area, they send these people in to investigate and solve cases better than regular people can 

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ there are many hidden supernatural communities of extreme variety almost everywhere

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ haunted hotels where kids get lost in portals to other worlds

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ national forests made to let beings keep their land

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ i can infuse belongs with my magic to track them or sense their presence in past events

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ different neighborhoods for different beings and their needs

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ magical schools hidden in between reality fabric for all kinds of students to learn and master their craft

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ farmer communities full of secret earth benders

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ my dreams can be used to tell me useful information and travel to different places / realms

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ governments “oblivious” to the activities at night

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ simple silly “folklore” classes in schools unknowingly just teaching history

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ rules on the craft to avoid exploitation

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ most people growing old with a magical companion

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ i can feel, read and even see peoples auras / “soul” and even get visions of most important events of their lives

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ arguments over magic techniques and their origins

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ seasons where magical activities are heightened and celebrated

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ supernatural black markets ???

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ library realms with endless amounts of knowledge

𓉳⫰ ⨳ ⧼ i can sense most types of magic forms and energy

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... endless amount of knowledge ...

The State Law Library in Des Moines, Iowa

Victorian style architecture, with intricate details from floor to floor ceiling. Wrought iron spiral staircases on each end of the library that wind from the bottom level to the top tier. Approx. 100.000 titles filling the shelves.

[sincerelybubbles]

s. reid x fem!reader \\ sleepless

Spencer, running on approximately three hours of sleep and an unsettling amount of caffeine, goes on an unprompted tangent at 3 A.M.

She stirs, blinking blearily at the clock on the nightstand. 3:12 A.M.

A groan drags from her throat as she burrows deeper into the pillows. "Spencer, why are you awake?"

There’s a pause. A brief, deceptive moment of silence.

And then, from the other side of the bed—

"Did you know that octopuses have three hearts?"

She exhales slowly, pressing her face into the mattress as if she can physically escape the conversation. "Spencer."

"And that when they sleep, they sometimes change colors, which suggests they might be capable of dreaming? Isn’t that amazing?"

She forces her eyes open and rolls onto her side, peering at him through the dim light. He’s lying on his back, eyes wide and unblinking, his hands gesturing subtly even as he speaks, the restless energy of his thoughts spilling out into movement.

"Spence," she murmurs, rubbing at her face. "Go to sleep."

"I can't," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I accidentally drank an espresso at 11 P.M. and now I’m thinking about cephalopods."

She inhales deeply, stares at the ceiling. "Of course you are."

Silence, for a beat. A pause, just long enough for her to think—maybe, maybe—he's done.

And then—

"Also, sloths can hold their breath longer than dolphins."

She lets out a low, suffering noise and grabs the nearest pillow. With what little energy she can muster, she lobs it at him. It lands with a soft thump against his chest.

He catches it, startled, before shifting onto his side to face her, grinning through the darkness. "That wasn’t very nice."

"You waking me up to talk about sloths wasn’t very nice," she counters, voice muffled against the blankets.

Another beat of silence.

And then, quieter—she can practically hear him fighting the urge—

"Did you also know that sea otters have a special pocket in their armpits where they keep their favorite rocks?"

She groans, reaching blindly for another pillow. He’s already laughing before she even throws it, a soft, breathy sound that makes it difficult to stay annoyed, even at this ungodly hour.

The pillow misses. Barely. He shifts just in time, and it flops uselessly against the mattress instead of hitting its mark.

"Okay, okay," he says, hands raised in surrender, but his voice is still full of barely contained amusement. "I’ll stop."

She eyes him suspiciously, one hand hovering over the remaining pillow in silent warning. "You sure?"

A pause.

Then, far too innocently—"Did you know that wombat poop is cube-shaped?"

A frustrated noise tears from her throat as she abandons her pillow strategy entirely, rolling over to shove at his shoulder. "Spencer!"

He laughs again, unrepentant, and somehow, she finds herself smiling despite her exhaustion. It’s hard not to, when he’s like this—giddy from lack of sleep, running entirely on caffeine and the endless stream of knowledge constantly bouncing around his brain.

She sighs, dragging a hand down her face before opening her arms. "C’mere, genius."

Spencer stills. Blinks at her. "What?"

She gestures, barely suppressing another yawn. "Come here. Lay down."

There’s a moment of hesitation, like he’s trying to figure out if this is some kind of trap. But eventually, he shifts, sliding closer, tucking himself against her. She guides his head to her chest, fingers threading through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp in slow, rhythmic motions.

He melts almost instantly. The tension in his body eases, and the weight of him against her is warm, solid. His breathing evens out, slower, deeper.

"Feels nice," he mumbles, voice already thick with impending sleep.

"Mm," she hums, still stroking his hair. "Good. Now shut up and go to sleep."

A beat of silence. Then, so faint she almost doesn’t catch it—

"…Did you also know that ducks can put half their brain to sleep while the other half stays awake—?"

She tugs lightly at his hair in warning.

He lets out a drowsy chuckle. "Okay, okay. I’m done."

She waits. One second. Two. Three.

And then, finally—Spencer sighs, shifts a little closer, and lets himself drift.

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... endless amount of knowledge ...

[mymoongirlreadings]

₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Astro Observations Pt 2 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊

8th House & Vulnerability

If you want to look at vulnerability in the birth chart, the 8th house is a great placement to depend on. I find a part of Scorpio Rising's journey is about embracing vulnerability & it's funny because they have Gemini in their 8th house lol. Meaning they are likely to sneak in vulnerable statements into their communication

Jupiter & What We Prioritize

Whatever sign/house Jupiter is located represents the people, things & area of life we prioritize. For example: Jupiter in Cancer located in the 7th house prioritizes their partner & family (if they have a partner & family)

Neptune & Uranus

Neptune can make someone move ethereally, and Uranus can make for someone who moves quick & is clumsy yet influential & eye-catching (those for Neptune/Uranus in the 1st house or Neptune/Uranus aspects to Mars)

3rd & 5th House

Rules over creative projects so transits here can be when we make time to pour into those & our hobbies/motivation to create get activated. 3rd house transits are also beautiful for publishing & online endeavors and 5th house is just pure creative energy which wants to manifest as something fun

9th House Mars

Represents the desire to learn more & more & more. There's not a finite amount of time or hours as to how much this person will dive deep into a subject they like. It's how they become the teachers, guides, gurus & masters because their knowledge becomes their power

The 8th-12th Houses & Infinity

The 8th house rules over the infinite cycle of death & rebirth, the 9th house rules over endless expansion & possibilities, the 10th house rules over linear progress/action, the 11th house rules over quantum evolution and the 12th house rules over ether, the infinity of connectedness

Our IC & The Nervous System

Want to know what you look like when you're at peace? When that nervous system is regulated? When you know you're in an emotionally & psychologically secure environment? Look at your IC sign

5th House Sign: When Does the Inner Child Come Out?

All the great things about the sign of our IC represents ourselves when we feel safe. Once we feel safe, the sign of our 5th house naturally comes out & manifests as our inner child. For example: I have my IC in the sign of Taurus at 0 degrees. I am the EPITOME of chill when I feel like I'm in a safe environment and then the cusp of my 5th house is also in Taurus, then my inner child enjoys earthly experiences. When I feel safe, I don't try to escape my earthly reality & fall back subconsciously on my Pisces South Node (aka early ways my inner child instinctively dealt with life when I felt emotionally unsafe).

[yandere-romanticaa]

can you feel my heart?

❝ can you hear the silence? can you see the dark? can you fix the broken? can you feel, can you feel my heart? ❞

synopsis: Your love for Albedo burns brighter than any flame, but what happens when an imposter ruins everything? Furthermore, what else awaits once you start walking side by side with the imposter, only for him to end up falling for you instead?

yandere! imposter! albedo x gn! reader

a/n: this story was originally published back in earlyish 2022 and I haven't really touched it since. It was better received on my Quotev account, in which I also wrote a chapter two. However, I recently got the spark back to maybe continue this and if there's a demand, I'll post the 2nd chapter on here too and try to continue it.

The echoes of footsteps rang in your ears as you desperately tried to keep your vision steady and clear, but the endless amounts of ice and snow decided to make that task difficult for you. You had just recently stepped foot into Dragonspine, the urge to help out your friends too strong to stop. Amber had recently complained to you that a lot of strange things had been happening on Dragonspine and while she never dwelled on the details you could tell that something was terribly wrong. You were hardly a seasoned adventurer, if you could be even called one. Most of your commissions stemmed from collecting herbs, helping the locals, keeping guard of trade routes and simply cleaning up the great statue of Barbatos, which would take you countless hours because you did not posses a Vision. Even so you weren't too shabby with a sword and you had been on the icy mountain countless times much to everyone's surprise. Ever since the sudden Stromterror attack on the city, Albedo became a wonderful ally as he took you under his wing to show you all of the beauty and mysteries the world could offer. You sat through countless lectures, written and read endless theses and notes but you still lusted for more, just as much as Albedo did.

The only difference was, knowledge wasn't the only thing you craved in the long run.

It really wasn't that hard to fall for the alchemist, he was so oddly charming that you couldn't help but to be utterly smitten. He had his quirks that others thought were strange but you adored them, it were those little habits that made Albedo, well, Albedo. You wouldn't change anything about him. Your silent adoration came with a price, a price your poor heart just wasn't ready to pay - you had to suffer all by your lonesome. Albedo clearly did not see you in such a light, you were just a student and a friend to him. You doubted he even noticed your longing stares let alone the frantic beating of your heart.

Being in love was hard.

But not being loved back was even worse.

You silently hoped that by doing these tasks he would notice you, he would see you as his equal and hopefully more but that was asking for too much. You were willing to settle for anything, that's how desperate you were. Dragonspine was more than a training ground to you, it was a chance, a chance for you to seize and conquer the heart of the person you admired the most in this world because if you didn't, it felt as though the earth itself would open and it's jaws would swallow you whole! ...well, that is a bit dramatic but that really was how you felt. Even if you couldn't have him, even if he could not love you, just being by his side should be enough for you. Just seeing his face was more than enough to brighten your day.

And the day was yours to seize.

Straight ahead a bit higher on the path was Albedo, a small smile on his handsome face face as he outstretched his arm towards you, a sign that he was going to help you climb up further onto the mountain. You hid the blush that creeped up on you with the soft scarf that you wore, he really was a true gentleman. Times like this became incredibly precious to you as he would finally show you his softer side and you would end up falling in love all over again with him. He greeted you kindly and linked your hand with his own as he lead you down the Snow Covered Path towards the campsite, a comfortable silence between the two of you. Despite the wind and chilly ice, the sun was high up in the sky and its rays outstretched far into the horizon, the soft orange hues bathed the tall mountains in a ethereal glow that made you feel so warm on the inside. The company you had also made things even better than they already were.

"You look so happy right now, I could almost paint you."

Stopping dead in your tracks you turned to Albedo, his comment had caught you off guard. A bright smile was plastered all over his face, his eyes were glimmering with a mischief that you only saw on a few rare occasions. Still, he never said something like this to you, never. 

Archons, was your heart going to explode?

Your stunned silence started to scare him a little so he tried to comfort you by putting his hand on your shoulder, not knowing what kind of impact this entire situation left on you. You swore on your life and everything you ever owned that if a boulder just fell from the sky and crushed you to bits you would die happy. 

Making haste, you quickly ran in front of him, telling him to hurry up unless he wants to stay here out in the open until the sun sets, making this place even more dangerous than it already was. He laughed a little and caught up with you, making sure to throw some snow at you while he could. The two of you walked like that for a while, just enjoying the scenery and each others company before it was time to buckle up and get serious. It was so refreshing to see him like this, so happy and carefree. He was oddly chatty with you today though, which wasn't too unusual but it was indeed noticable. Albedo usually stated the facts and the truth, with the occasional joke if he was in the mood for it but he seemed to be quite talkative today, not that you complained. He asked you how your day was and what you did, while also sharing his own activities with you. He didn't have a lot of time to paint today unfortunately but he did finally manage to get some of his notes and experiments in order, allowing him for more free time in the upcoming days. Still chatting away with him you made sure to take the turn you usually took to get to his camp but before you could he stopped you by suddenly grabbing your wrist. Odd, you thought to yourself.

"Your camp is right here, isn't it? We always take the turn here, I know we do." 

"It is but... I was having some issues so I had to switch locations, unfortunately. Here, come this way instead."

Gripping your wrist a little too tight than you would have liked, Albedo randomly just shoved you into the opposite direction, leaving you confused, downright dazed. You could have sworn that you saw some fire flickering near the entrance but you couldn't even comment on it with how hard and fast he was going right now. The happy atmosphere shifted into this very tense and awkward one, the sheer quietness was so thick you could almost cut it with a butter knife. Only the sound of your footsteps and of the bustling wind remained. You were tempted to speak up but you ended up opposing the idea as Albedo was in a very troubled mood. Was his camp raided, did someone steal something that wasn't supposed to be seen? Albedo did have quite a lot of strange but powerful things lying around the place, it's possible that someone stole some of his notes or tampered with his projects while he was outside of the hideout. Yes that must be it, you reasoned with yourself. Why else would he be acting like this? 

"We're here."

Huh, well that was fast. 

The new camp was located on the opposite side of the mountain and it was buried deep inside of a hard to find cave but he was smart enough to leave a few scratch marks on the wall in order for it to be identified. Not so large to be remembered by random travelers but not too small to be forgotten by him either. Quite smart of him, as usual. 

Letting go of your hand, he offered to take your coat off your hands while you made yourself warmer by the fire. Letting out a sigh of relief you allow the soft flames to tickle your chilly fingers. The sudden smell of meat being cooked overtook your senses, causing you to let out a cheerful laugh. Turning your head to the side you noticed Albedo tending to his own flame, a nice, large black pot was placed over it, filled with meat and hearty veggies, perfect for a delicious stew. His eyes sparkled with joy as he grabbed a nearby spoon and carefully stirred the stew, the intense smell of it even made his stomach grumble. A comfortable silence overcame the two of you, much to your relief. That earlier interaction made you feel a little tense but it was nice seeing him in high spirits again, even a genius like him gets lonely from time to time, you pondered to yourself. Your train of thought was stopped suddenly once you noticed the unsatisfied scowl on Albedo's pretty face. Frustration was written all over it as he suddenly stood up from his chair and grabbed his jacket and bag.

"I need to go out and get a herb or two, I'll be back before you know it. There should be some nearby, they'll make the stew that much more delicious."

With his back turned to you he started walking towards the exit, but before he left he had one final thing to say to you.

"Feel free to stir that thing every once and a while, maybe even read a book if you get too bored. But don't touch anything on that table in the corner, okay?"

His tone was gentle and the request was simple so you nodded with a smile on your face, saluting him in the process. With a chuckle he turned his back to you once more as he existed the cave, his footsteps were getting farther and farther away from the cave.

Soon enough you were all by your lonesome, your only companions being the few scraps of paper that were littered on the ground, the boiling pot and the crackling fire that sat next to you. You grabbed the wooden spoon and examined it in your hand, while also keeping an eye on the stew. The hearty smell made your tummy grumble which caused you to let out a semi loud groan as you dramatically held your stomach with your free hand, your eyes still zoned in on the food. You sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying the peace and quiet. It didn't take long for your stomach to act out again, begging you to just eat something. Besides, who knew when Albedo was coming back anyway. He was definitely more familiar with the mountain and terrain than you were but that still didn't change the fact that you were starving. 

Standing up from the chair you decided to look around for something to munch on before your companion turned up once more. There were a couple of old oak tables in the cave with thousands of books and even more notes scattered across their surfaces, a clear sign that Albedo had been quite busy for a while now. You quickly scanned through everything but nothing caught your eye, to top it off there was no food in sight. He probably used up the rest of his leftover supplies to cook this little feast that was bubbling away in the corner, but you digress. 

Your fingers gently traced the edges of the tables as you occasionally stopped to go through the various documents, even tidying up little areas here and there. Albedo really could be sloppy sometimes which why you took this tiny liberty. As you stood there with several books in your hands you couldn't help but to look at the table in corner, the one table Albedo warned you not to go anywhere near. You first turned your head to the side, a little angry at yourself for even letting the curious thought wander into your mind but the more you wandered around, the more fidgety you became. For starters that table was suspiciously tidier than the rest but somehow had even more junk on it compared to the others. An old lamp was on it, the wick inside of it was clearly lit not too long ago. You didn't even notice that the sun had started to set and just how colder and darker your surroundings had become. The only heat source was the fire that cooked your dinner, but even that threatened to go out any moment now. You had some matches in your pocket, surely you could light up this one lantern... right? You cautiously walked towards the forbidden corner, the contents on it remaining a complete mystery to you due to the darkness that continued to expand all around you. You were barely able to make out the small lantern, it's lid already open a little bit. You reached out to your pocket and took out your matches and tried to light them up. The first one went out almost immediately. The second one stayed lit for a few seconds but before you could even get it close to the lantern, it also faded. Grumbling to yourself, you grabbed a third match and prayed to the Archons to just let you light this stupid thing already. With a steady motion, you carefully tried to grab the lantern with your other free hand but you didn't even realize just how shaky you were. The match suddenly slipped right past your fingers and the lit flame fell onto the papers that were beneath you. With a shriek you picked everything up hastily while also trying to repair the damages you stupidity caused. You cursed yourself for your clumsiness, who knew how Albedo was going to react? He even told you not to go near this dumb table, you really should have listened to him... He was definitely going to notice what you did, so, you might as well try fixing them up while you could... That would hopefully make him a little less angry with you.

Stepping closer to the entrance, you held the papers tightly to your chest as the strong wind almost knocked you over, but your determination was unwavering. You were going to fix this mess and that's final. With the few glimmers of light you finally looked at the contents of the papers, but instead of the usual notes that you were used to you were met with something much more... gruesome.

With a shriek, you threw the papers to the ground, but your eyes remained glued to them none the less. Icy chills coarsed through your veins as you looked at the images that were staring back at you, another scream threatening to break out. 

On the ground was a drawing of a mutilated Albedo, with another Albedo that was standing above him with a bloody sword in his hand and a devilish sneer on his lips. The image itself was already disturbing, but it were the little details what caused you to freak out so much. The look of absolute fear in his eyes, the organs that were ripped apart from his stomach and were tossed so carelessly to the ground. His intestine decorated the bottom part of the page like grass as the Albedo above him held his weapon, his sneer forever engraved in your mind. You didn't even notice him holding a bloody heart in his other hand, the fist was high up in the air, like it was being shot up into the moon. 

With shaky knees you crouched and took the papers in your hands and examined all of them. Some contained notes in a language which you could not decipher, the sharp penmanship made you woozy. Other pieces of parchment contained more drawings, each more disturbing than the last one. Human hearts, the general human anatomy, several scenes across Dragonspine were all drawn with a simple pencil but what stuck out the most were the portraits of Albedo, Sucrose and yourself. All of them were done with pristine detail, there was obvious care put into every little line. You sprinted towards the table, your anxiety skyrocketing beyond the roof, You moved everything around, hoping to find something that would explain the gory and eerie drawings but instead of answers you were met with even more questions - several pictures were hung up on the wall in front of you, all of them had Albedo as the center focus. It was him walking, eating, studying, drawing, sleeping, living...

It was beyond disturbing.

There were hundreds of little notes stuck and hidden in any corner of the table, all of which contained information about Albedo and his life. His height, his clothing, weight, everything was there. Your lungs felt like ice as you hyperventilated, your mind just couldn't comprehend what was going on. Why was he keeping so many methodical notes about himself, what was up with these sick drawings? Sick, there really was no other word to describe them. Repulsive, disgusting, sick, it was too much to handle.

To add more fuel to the fire, you suddenly felt a thin blade being pressed against your neck.