#irma [text]

[rad-roche]

hi! i love love love the way you write nick valentine so much!! if it's alright to ask, are there certain things you keep in mind when you're writing his character?

you just write him so accurately and so well, and i've been trying to nail down his flaws and motivations and how he sees the world and have been having some trouble writing him for some reason, and wanted to know if you had any tips! thank you so much— i love your comics and your fic!! ♡♡♡

thank you very much!! and sure, it's no problem :} throwing in the caveat that this is just how i do it, and i'm no authority or anything. i just do fan stuff on the internet, and there are as many ways to write something, or somebody, as there are people to do it

out the gate i have good news and bad news. the bad news is 'oh god, is this in character?' never goes away. i get it all the time! i've never not had it!

the good news is, thinking about that means you're more likely to be perceptive about what does or doesn't feel 'right'. with that in mind, always reference your source material first and foremost. skim through quest compilations, dialogue. notice what words crop up a lot, stuff like 'oughta' and colourful turns of phrase like 'the biggest chip in the pile'. you have a lot of leeway with him since he's such a throwback to a certain kind of character, so while you don't have to do what i did and go full-throttle genre pastiche, reading a couple of old detective novels won't steer you wrong vis a vis his voicing. if you just want to write nick and don't have a wider interest in the genre, any lew archer novel is a really good look at how to do it. same big, bleeding heart, same propensity to have an awful time

as for character, flaws, motivations, it's kind of a hard thing to pin down because, by merit of wanting to write something, you want to bring your own spin to it, right? you can make some pretty sweeping changes and get away with it! the only romantic interest nick expresses in the game is flirting with irma and lamenting somebody else's dead fianceé. the thing i did with him and gloria is wildly different

my big thing going into it was, since dmt/dww is third person limited, i could really play up his flaws. so from there, i could extrapolate. i think part of what makes something feel 'in character' is adding two pre-existing points together and making something new from those. stuff that isn't out of nowhere, just a couple of steps along the road. just some examples from mine:

he's a detective, so he's a good logical thinker, but he's a freak occurrence he can't untangle = he overthinks simple things, especially in regard to himself and his happiness. it's left him both selfless/deeply empathetic and a little pre-occupied with himself and his circumstances

he loves the work he does and is willing to let late payments go = the business is running at a loss, and he only operates on the fact that everybody in town owes him a favour

the original nick was sent to a trauma treatment program after the preventable death of his fiancée + he frequently makes jokes at his own expense that he clearly means/is willing to put himself in harm's way frequently = nick, down to his bones, is clinically depressed, the severity of which varies from month to month

and so on and so forth. how 'in character' this is going to vary from person to person, rightly, but i think the method is sound even if you disagree with the conclusions. people are pretty complicated and contradictory, so you can lean into that. i hope absolutely any of that made sense lol

[witchfansunite]

Remember the W.I.T.C.H. graphic novels? Take me back to that time, please. 🥹

I still have mine!

[unionizedwizard]

oc asks 11 for v'rhym and 14 for irma?

11. Is there any existing character from other media that your character resembles? Was the resemblance intentional or was it a coincidence?

it is very likely, yes, but i am drawing a blank at the moment....... if anyone has suggestions i'll happily take them!

14. Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

OKAY SO. have you heard of obscurity by philippe jaccottet. have you read obscurity by philippe jaccottet. when will you read obscurity by philippe jaccottet,

more seriously it's hard to isolate one quote i associate with her in particular, due to the nature of the book (you will see why. shortly.), and because i associate it with her in its entirety. it is a (very loose, and with a rather peculiar syntax) narrative that is more of a meditation than anything; a gradual effort towards understanding. the plot is very simple: the narrator, after spending several years abroad with minimal contact, comes back home and seeks to reconnect with his mentor (whom he refers to as his "master") - everything is very loosely defined, but said mentor seems to be a poet and philosopher, to whom the disciple is extremely devoted. to his surprise, though, his master has abruptly abandoned his family and his beautiful, serene life and is now living in squalor in a dirty, dark city flat. upon seeing the narrator, he starts a long monologue full of despair and bile, which lasts the whole night; at dawn, the narrator escapes, deeply affected, and tries to make sense of this seemingly incomprehensible and tragic change that his master underwent.

the following excerpt is taken from the second half of the book, near the end (my translation):

"At some given point in his life (but what was this point, and what was it that made it come to pass?), my master must have stepped outside of the enchanted circle which magic I have attempted to conjure throughout these pages; from this moment on, then, as I myself begin to do now, he could only see from the outside this happiness in which he had bathed for so long, and no matter how intently he watched it, with desire and endless regret, the more he will have watched it, the more he will have been pulled away from it. Yes, I seem to sense here a cruel game of some kind, the meaning of which I do not yet understand: the light is not freely given to he who seeks it (so too say the Scriptures), it is taken away, ruthlessly, from he who, having known it, failed to remain within its confines...

Could it be, then, that one cannot be faithful to the light either? For, when my master and I spoke, before, of a possible estrangement from the light, he used to reassure me by saying that what mattered most was not to betray its memory, should we think, one day, that we had lost it; to remain faithful, then, as someone waiting for the dawn, and whose vigil lets us believe that it is the very thing that will allow the night to come to an end.

Did he not simplify the matter too much, show too much confidence? I have already alluded to the way he tended to forget, altogether, anything that got in the way of his life, of his thought. Was it not too convenient a deal to be true? He could plainly feel the precarity of his happiness (moreso than I did); but in order to avoid suffering, he came up with the idea that, even should this happiness draw away, it would be enough to keep within himself the memory and taste of happiness; and in this way would the trial be passed, at no cost to himself... But what is a trial without cost?

It seems to me now, and it is for this reason that I briefly stay my reasoning, that I am not far from unconvering at least one of the causes of my master's collapse: he spoke of trials, but as he assumed unquestioned victory in advance, they weren't trials anymore. He couldn't—or wouldn't—imagine that the trial would, in fact, consist in making him unfaithful, would cause him to see this bygone fulfillment as though far removed, hidden behind an impassable wall, so that he would come, in time, to hate its very sight. The brighter, clearer and more aerial this country was, that he had lived in, the more painful its sight came to be for he who had been cast out. From that moment on, chased by a memory that has suddenly turned ironic, by this now-ferocious radiance, he had been forced to run and seek refuge in the darkest corner of the darkest of cities, and the words I had heard him utter were the ashes with which this newfound mourner never tired of covering his head..."

[rad-hound]

Omg... how are there zero fics of Nick Valentine and Irma? They literally flirt with each other the moment Nick enters the Memory Den. 😭

I need to change this. Very soon.

[bicryptide]

BREAKING NEWS!!!

LOCAL SLEEP DEPRIVED JOURNALIST IS PINING FOR NERDY CLOSETED LESBIAN!!!

STAY TUNE FOR MORE!

[magicaldogtoto]

In a world of darkness and disarray,

Irma and Blunk must save the day.

[transshredder]

THE casey jones !!!!!! feat an Irma cameo ^_^

[advancedessence]

Irma Vep

[crochetwizardman]

Wait, why was Irma laughing softly at her daughter Alexis???????

[alialqahtani]

vocês sabiam que a beyonce me mandou uma dm no insta e pediu detalhes da minha vida para escrever essa?

[alyxmakesthings]

'Ignite'

Summary: Reader sneaks away from a Sacks Industries fund raiser to get some air.

So I’ve decided that I will post an ‘out of order’ chapter and then an ‘in order’ chapter, bouncing around in the timeline some building the story in an unconventional way. [So the next post will be Ash and Donnie’s second meeting and then I’ll put up a vote for the random chapter, before circling back to what ever chapter is next in the order!] Very, very excited to continue this experiment and to post this, I hope y’all enjoy!☺️ [Check the fic master post.]

Tags: Reader-Insert, GN-Reader, Post-Movie, Aged-Up Character(s), Flirting, Double Sided Pining

'People I Don't Like'

The night had been long and full of assholes.

Parties were fun, albeit a little socially draining, fundraising events however. Are the fucking worst. 

Navigating the throng of expensive gowns and suits with more pieces than you'd ever know how to deal with. Even the waiters brought in to serve the high level investors were dressed to the nines.

You hadn’t been lucky to get to swing picking your own clothes for the stupid thing. The chilled air and occasional wind gusts biting at any exposed skin, and in this stupid thing there was a fair amount of it. 

You had been irritated with it all night, the thin straps of the dress doing the exact opposite of what you wanted to be doing with your arm. 

It had been a while since Sacks showed you off in such a manner. He would apologize every time, “The small but necessary evils of dealing with money,” he’d always say. 

So when you had slipped away during his patented ‘Long Ass Speech’ to a room of the most annoying people in the world! It felt like Atlas losing his burden. 

At least for a bit, letting the city air take your worries as far as they could before you had to go back to the viper pit.

Now that you had achieved one goal a new one popped up.

An itch in your fingers, both living and robotic somehow.

‘I could text him.’

The thought made your heart jump like you were some dumb school girl. 

Your pacing left a continuous echo from the heels you’d been relegated to wearing, the black material blending into the low light on the roof. 

You had texted back and forth with Donnie a few times now and every time you did it made you feel better. He could make you feel better now.

‘Which I’m sure will bode well for future fights between us.’ 

You roll your eyes at your own sarcastic internal comment.

“Fuck it,” you open the small clutch that had come with the dress, the beading on the front not bothering your prosthetic. Retrieving your phone from the little thing you unlock it now to stare at your message screen, the little emoji you used for his contact stared back at you. 

Using your living fingers you type out a message to fill the empty space. 

|You: Talk to me I’m dying😩

The wait for a reply is short. Very, very short. One of the shortest you’d ever had from Donnie. Sure the sample size is small but that’s not the point. 

|👾: Now isn’t the time for dramatics.

“Mother f-,” you type a response.

|You: You don’t understand the pain of company fundraisers😡

“Alright ya little shit,” the wait for his next response was even shorter.

|👾: I’m close🙄

You can’t help but celebrate your victory over the ‘iron will’ the purple turtle seemed to like to brag about. 

Until it settles into you that he said he was close. 

‘Which means he’s coming here.’

You can hear the sound of Donnie’s jet pack before you ever see him, playing it cool you turn to see the terrapin hero.

“Close was a bit of an understatement,” you can tell he’s taking in your appearance. Tongue seemingly captured by the cat. 

You think of sending a little ‘thank you’ Irma’s way for helping you with your hair, and makeup.

“What’s this about dying?” Donnie’s tone is sarcastic but it lacks the edge you knew it could have, his eyes barely staying north of the openness of your neckline. 

“Do you know how hard it is to have an intelligent conversation with a bunch of fucking sales people?” He laughs at your candor and your heart squeezes, it seemed to be something he could easily do. 

Whether or not the purple mutant was aware of his affect on you had yet to be seen, but right now your affect on him is clear.

“Not something I have to deal with thankfully,” he was all soft edges now. 

You couldn't handle that, “Lucky bastard.” Trying to goad him back into his usual sharpness you turn your gaze from Donnie’s to look over the city.

He joins you at the building's edge, the slight grim from existing in New York coated the railing but you didn’t care. You left your hands to rest there anyway. 

He’s quiet, too quiet and you think you can still feel him staring.

The thought heats your skin. 

“Got here fast,” the statement is quick. More clipped than you’d have liked but when you turn to look at him again, you’re proven correct. He was still staring.

Trying to regain some decorum he finally answers you, “I was nearby.” The flippant delivery Donnie tries for doesn’t land very well but you’ll allow it in order to calm down. 

“The others near here too?” 

“No,” he lets out a little chuckle, “but this would be the perfect opportunity for an ambush wouldn’t it?” His overly cocky nature would be the death of you, but a return to normal banter would keep your head from exploding.

“Beat you and the boys once already,” leaning against the railing more you turn to prop just your prosthetic on the cool metal. Annoyance creased Donnie’s brow.

“You technically ran from that fight,” he’s closer now. Arms crossed with indignance, but with the softness from earlier blanketing his actions. It’s a good look on him.

Shoving down that thought. 

“Well I met my win condition while fending off four Mutant Ninja Turtles,” you can’t help but sound cocky remembering the last time you'd seen Donnie. “So I’d say that’s a hu~ge win for me. Got me free drinks.”

“It did?” The incredulousness from him was a little unwarranted, you did work for his ‘enemy’ after all.

“No. The bar where I live is open to off hours employees, no one pays for drinks.” It was a nice perk of having to live in a secret facility. 

The challenge on the turtle's face is clear, “If you’d have stayed it would’ve been a very different outcome.” 

“Oh, mm-hmm,” you can’t help the teasing manner in which you expressed the vocalizations. 

“I don’t know why you have to sound so incredulous,” you have to keep from laughing at his words. 

‘Said the pot to the kettle.’

“You pulled your punches in that fight,” you feel the corner of your painted lips quirk upward. 

The shit eating grin bringing out more of the Donnie you were used to, “Scoff!” He holds a hand to his chest, looking properly offended.

“Your brother was right and so am I,” you feel yourself get just a bit closer.

He doesn’t comment on the action, continuing his train of thought. “The very idea that I would go easy on anyone is laughable, I don’t even go easy on my family.”

“Exactly,” you turn so your hair can fall back, fully exposing the housing unit for your arm. You can see his eyes darting over it, taking it in, “So what does that say about me?”

Fucking with this man had become your favorite past time since you learned how easy it could be. Your proximity to the turtle now offered you a front row seat to how red he’d become. The shades of maroon he was turning rivaled the color of your dress. 

Which he seemed to be taking in again, “If you hate these parties so much, why even come?” The change in subject matter is abrupt and sharp, much like how Donnie could be. 

You concede with a sigh.

“Half of the robotics patents Sacks Industries has published over the past three years have all been mine,” you can see the processors of his mind racing. Your body sags before you continue. “The investors at this particular party know that, so I’m basically here asking for money.” 

You sigh again, heavier this time, the gross feeling of asking for money made your stomach churn a little. 

“And the dress?” You had been waiting for him to comment on it but it still catches you off guard, “It doesn’t really seem like your speed.” 

You would blame any flush on the night chill if asked.

“You’re right. I’m more of a suit person but Sacks says it makes me ‘more approachable’.” The hard air quotes you put on his words clearly got your disdain for the thing across to Donnie. 

It felt gross.

Everyone staring at where your metal arm connected to the rest of your body.

The prying eyes, the muffled comments.

That is.

You lean a little more, turning to try and show off whatever curves you can muster.

‘What are you doing!’ 

The inner voice chastising you for such a thing. That is until you see his face, eyes dancing over you. Committing as much of you to memory as he can.

“What do you think it does for my approachability?” He swallows. Hard. Sending a little thrill through you as Donnie composed himself.

“Burgundy is… nice.” It’s an obvious lead.

You take the bait he placed for you, “But?”

“There are better shades,” his eyes finally return to yours as he makes the statement. The intention is clear, you step a little closer to the purple turtle.

“Well maybe you-,” the alert from your phone broke the instant of intimacy between the two of you. The distinct tone meant that the message was from Eric causing you to groan at his poor timing. 

Snatching the offending device from your bag once more, you check the snippet of text on your screen.

You groan again.

“Not to cut this short but I have more sales people to talk to,” you make a little ‘yippee’ hand motion. Before you can head to the door to leave Donnie stops you.

“How’s your dancing?” You knew you’d been driving the poor guy crazy since he arrived but you hoped the dress didn’t give him the wrong impression.

“Not very ballroom,” you lean towards him, “why?” He’s clearly staring at your ruby lipstick as your mouth makes the words, his eyes observing each movement. 

“I know a place,” he clears his throat, “and I think it would be an enjoyable evening for you, us.” Your skin prickles from the shiver that runs through you. 

‘He’s asking you on a date.’

“You want to take me dancing?” You try not to sound as breathless as you are but you aren’t very successful. Looking at Donnie's beak-like mouth you notice how close it is to your own, the added height from the heels bringing it closer. “I-”

The second message from Sacks nearly has you throwing your phone over the edge of the building but you keep it under control. Choosing to stuff it back into the black clutch instead. 

The crushing responsibilities of your adult life were coming home to roost and you had to go.

“I gotta get back,” you pause searching his steely gaze, “but text me when and where.” You step back while maintaining eye contact with him, “I’ll be there.”

“Done,” the purple turtle's response is quick, any pretense of trying to hide his eagerness now gone. 

And as much as you’d like to stay in this moment. 

You know you can’t.

“I better split before they send security looking for me. Might be kind of awkward if they find us together.” You lean against the roof access door for a bit longer to soak in the moment. 

“Imagine the scandal,” you roll your eyes at him.

Donnie’s jet pack unfolds from his battle shell as you open the door leading back down to the party. You stop, turning back to call after him, “Don’t forget to text me!”

He pauses his accent, eyes searching over you once more. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

With his message delivered loud and clear you slip back into the building before returning to the conference room reserved for Sacks. 

The buzz in your body could carry you through a thousand of these stupid dinners, but you tame it as you’re approached by some other miserly investor Eric swings your way.

The buzz from your bag almost breaks your concentration but you’re able to reign it in.

You had a date.

TBH I used the dress Helga Sinclair wears when she picks up Milo in ‘Atlantis’ but burgundy because I love that movie. Thanks for reading!

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[smellslikeshadowspirit]

Little meme thing I did with Freyr, Heimdall, and Eira (Irma too technically)

I love Freyr- he's basically Eira's annoying ass cousin she was stuck seeing at family events (mostly cuz she was freya's handmaiden when she used to reside in vanaheim)

Adding the panels below (no text cuz I'm lazy)

Also it's my bday I came into the world 2day teehee 🤭🤭🤭

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Lover

@wolfstarmicrofic February 1, word count 221

Sirius had never been a lover of forests. Too many trees, not enough sunlight and what was with all the mud? He was constantly having to have his clothes scourgified when Nanny Irma used to force him and Regulus into going on a nature walk for exercise. The Black brothers were not supplied with suitable attire for such excursions. But that all changed the moment he found out about Remus’s furry little secret. 

He became obsessed with the Forbidden Forest. He took to the library and scoured every text he could lay his hands on about the ancient magical forest. He had a list of every known animal that resided there and a few that he’d heard rumours about. Even he knew acromantulas were not to be scoffed at. 

So when the time came to broach the subject to Remus four years later, after he James and Peter had all figured out how to become animagi, he had enough knowledge of the place to convince him to let them take him out on the full moon so Moony could have a proper run. He was so excited by the opportunity to go into the forest that he turned into Padfoot and chased his tail around for a while to burn off some excess energy. The full moon couldn’t come soon enough. 

[imagionationstation]

I don’t know what’s going on with my brain but it has been AU gender swapping Donnie so hard the past few days.

I’m just going to fix the series in a few simple steps:

Donnie leaning heavily on April only because she’s the first other female that she’s gotten to interact with ever

Leo getting some female interaction so he sees Karai as a potential friend instead of immediately crushing and the later reveal isn’t as conflicting since they’re just battle besties

Casey stays decent and awesome without the “battle for April” plot making his character hard to truly appreciate

The brothers are more supportive of Donnie and her attempts to form a relationship with April & Donnie doesn’t have to talk to a jar of guts and mutagen because they know how secluded she’s been, so they’re more free with advice like hey, maybe don’t stalk her and just text her or somethin’, mkay?

Splinter visibly checking up on her activities in the lab throughout the series because he has no idea how to raise a female (he was counting on Tang Shen for that) but he does his best to let her know he cares by supporting her in other ways 💜🤎

More softie Raph moments with his sis so the haters in the audience don’t hate him as much as they unreasonably do

Mikey doesn’t need to change. He just gets to have some more of the “emotionally intelligent” moments that we were deprived off.

I can’t think straight with all these bubbling rewrites help me-

For anyone who cares, also my favorite tidbits:

Splinter not realizing that Donnie was female at first and the name Donatello just ends up sticking. Donnie will die on a hill that Donatello is gender neutral even though her family and friends know it’s not. It’s a topic that they just avoid bringing up

Her brothers use Dona when they’re teasing her

An explanation as to why canon Donnie’s figure is just so randomly different from her practically identical brothers

The shock of Irma isn’t as crippling because April still has Donnie as her devoted female bestie & now the farmhouse era is a lot less stressful and complicated for April and the viewers

Role model Leo still exists & Donnie has a crisis over him bonding with Karai and that creates tension for a while & Four Trap is actually Leo accusing Donnie of not trying hard enough because of that past debacle and “try harder” has clear purpose

Donnie gets an official ✨ big sister ✨ and that means that good-guy snake Karai exists in the series more as the reptilian mutant females bond

Overprotective brothers over their sister (and-)

The sister who appreciates it but there are some moments where she gets tired of them treating her like she’s not as capable as them (not true, but how she interprets their actions) and one episode decides to prove herself (Operation Break Out)

Potential for Casey/Donnie but currently undecided

Consistent “girls are so emotional” jokes that are beyond cringe but the viewers have to tolerate them anyway bc 2012 humor

Broken Foot actually having an affect on Karai since she almost took part in killing off her only sister

Donnie’s biggest fear is that her brothers will one day get tired of her because of how different she is/feels and then she’ll be alone & this fear is the main debacle that she struggles with through the entire series instead of the weird love triangle thing

It’s okay everyone I’ll shut up now and go sit in my corner bye ✌️

[whencyclopedia]

Eleanor of Aquitaine, as It Was Said: Truth and Tales about the Medieval Queen

Sullivan's "Eleanor of Aquitaine" delves into the complex life of the medieval queen who ruled both France and England. Sullivan critically examines centuries-old accounts, both factual and legendary, to explore Eleanor’s political influence, romantic affairs, and cultural impact. This meticulously researched work is ideal for scholars of medieval history, offering a nuanced portrayal of Eleanor's legacy, though its dense and detailed style may be challenging for general audiences.

The presence of women in positions of power has consistently captivated individuals, and the reign of Eleanor of Aquitaine is a prime example of this phenomenon. Born in 1122, she was a prominent medieval queen who held power in both France and England. Irma Brandeis Professor of Romance Literature and Culture at Bard University, Karen Sullivan, provides meticulously researched accounts of Eleanor's life in her latest work, Eleanor of Aquitaine, as It Was Said: Truth and Tales of the Medieval Queen.

The author details Eleanor’s life from her birth around 1122 to her death in 1204. The work itself is a clear and impressive display of dedication Karen Sullivan offers on the topic of the Duchess of Aquitaine and all things related to the marvel of medieval studies.

Accounts of Eleanor’s life have been extensively discussed and disputed for centuries. Today, it remains a subject of scholarly controversy. Sullivan proves that Eleanor of Aquitaine's enduring historical legacy is attributed to her wealth, influence, alleged romantic affairs, and even her collaborated plot to overthrow her husband, King Henry II. Medieval authors warned readers by using the term "it was said" to qualify their accounts of Eleanor. This phrase indicated that they were merely recounting stories that were already in existence, and Sullivan's book uses this point as the springboard for its discussions.

Numerous highlights describe Eleanor’s significant impact on the regions she ruled. Her influence extended beyond her political roles, affecting the cultural and intellectual life of the time. The book explores her patronage of the arts and her role in developing chivalric culture. Sullivan scrutinizes topics of modern media, such as movies depicting Queen Eleanor with the same attention as the manuscripts of 12th-century histories, which may come off as dense to some readers.

Eleanor’s life as Duchess of Aquitaine, Queen of France, Queen of England, and mother of kings was complex. Sullivan examines these details thoughtfully without oversimplification when summarizing the complicated minutiae of Eleanor’s experiences, as they were said. The coverage of Eleanor’s life and relationships in the text, as well as descriptions of her time imprisoned and time spent at the Abbey of Fontevraud, are truly fascinating.

According to Sullivan, although the tales of Eleanor from the Middle Ages possess an imaginative quality, they offer insights into the societal norms for women in 12th-century France. The primary subject of this book is the examination of these truths by Sullivan to the extent that they can be comprehended from an outside perspective.

This title will not disappoint those who are seeking a deep dive into the various medieval clerical texts and manuscripts that mention Eleanor of Aquitaine. Sullivan, being a true expert on the topic, gives readers a book based on critically analyzed historical sources. The work draws on a range of sources to offer a nuanced portrait of Eleanor. Therefore, the book is not a simple read and might not suit younger readers, such as those in secondary schools. Sullivan's writing incorporates elaborate historical details that she examines from various viewpoints and intellectual debates. The material itself is recommended for research purposes versus reading for pleasure.

Overall, Karen Sullivan’s biography aims to present Eleanor of Aquitaine not just as a historical figure but as a complex individual with considerable influence no matter the source. This book should be considered a well-regarded resource written by an expert for those interested in medieval studies and the role of women in historical politics.

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[garadinervi]

From: Walter Nikkels: Denkwerk, Texts by Rudi Fuchs, and Irma Boom, EENWERK, Amsterdam, 2024, Edition of 300