#the reservoir

[aimsies-mctaymellburg]

😍 "Aimee. A-I-M-E-E. Aimee. I'll remember that next time."-David Duchovny. He was spelling my name while we took the picture.

Seriously the most genuine, sweetest, kindest, and smartest man.

Meet your heros! Still one of the best days of my life. Thank you David and Malibu Village Books.

[dd-is-my-guiltypleasure]

He shouldn't be allowed to look that adorable 😍

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[worldhopper99]

Log: 009

Date: 10/27/24

(The Reservoir - By: WispyWoo) is a lovely and cozy aquatic world. You can watch the beautiful aquatic scenery while playing games. It's a nice place to relax and hangout with friends.

The avatar me and my friend used is (alien themed waggan (face tracking) - By: sketchy_yeen).

[x-files4everdd]

Yayyyy got my book today

[randomfoggytiger]

He was over 250 days into this 365-day series of photos that he hoped to sell to a museum or gallery or just share with the world on a website of YouTube channel.... If someone asked? It was about perseverance and reclamation, New York strength and universal brotherhood and the ever-trending hope and resilience-- big ticket.... It was about bearing simple witness. It was reclamation through repetition and boredom, and recovering the vital truth of hoary cliches-- chop wood, carry water / stop and smell the flowers / if you've seen one sunrise, you ain't seen nothing yet. It was about looking at something for so long that you finally saw through it-- like those trick holographic photos of Jesus the shepherd with eyes that followed you, the sheep, when you moved-- only no trick and no Jesus. Aha, you thought you were the watcher, but all along you were the watched. -David Duchovny, The Reservoir

[late-to-the-fandom]

Day 7: Endless

This is a T-rated (just for safety) 560 word drabble for the @daily-writing-challenge November words! Takes place in the universe of my current series and features Prince Renathal and the Maw Walker discussing the Maw Walker's accommodations post Sinfall. Trigger warning: extremely implied and in no way implicit sexual scenarios. Read them all here on Ao3

“You know what this place needs?” the Maw Walker asked, then continued without waiting for a reply. “Windows.”

“You and your windows,” Renathal murmured fondly.

“You never want to see outside?”

“Everything I want to see is in here,” he said, stroking her hair.

The Maw Walker rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small grin. She stretched luxuriously across the four-poster bed, recently returned to the newly renovated Darkwall Tower.  

“Still,” she continued, playing absently with Renathal’s long fingers “Don’t you ever find it suffocating? Would it really be so hard to knock in a few windows while you’re still completing the repairs?”

“The repairs are complete, and I prefer my room as it is. But not to worry,” Renathal added at her little sigh. “I made sure to put one in your room.”

“You made sure - what? ... To my what?”

“Well, I assumed you would need somewhere to stay when on shore leave from Zereth Mortis. And it is much more conveniently located than Sinfall."

“You made me a room … here?”

The Maw Walker pushed herself off Renathal’s chest, shock plain on face, and a smile curled past his fangs. He would always enjoy finding new ways to surprise her.

"I suppose now is as good a time as any..." he said, sitting up in mock reluctance.

-

"This is ... for me?"

The Maw Walker's head rotated slowly, drinking in the room in long, slow sips. It was smaller than Renathal’s by a decent margin, the carved bed not nearly as large or elaborate, the wallpaper less ornate.

But it was obvious every part of it had been handpicked for her. The colour scheme was lighter, and favoured a great many more shades of purple. The few possessions she had abandoned in her Sinfall room had been retrieved and carefully arranged. And prominently featured behind it all…

"There," Renathal pointed to the far wall of tinted glass. "Have a look."

The Maw Walker tiptoed across the room, as if fearful of disturbing its true occupant, and - at Renathal's encouraging nod - pushed open the heavy glass doors.

While the room itself might be considered modest, the view from the terrace was unparalleled. From here, one could see across the entire realm, past Revendreth’s endless twilight and into the in-between beyond.

"Well?" asked Renathal, joining her, impatient for her thoughts. "What do you think?"

The Maw Walker did not reply. What he could see of her face, as the wind whipped her hair about, remained entirely blank. Renathal flattered himself that, by now, he knew her better than any who still existed, but even he could not interpret her expression as he studied her silhouette closely.

"Of course,” he added, picking stray thread from the sleeve of his dressing gown. “If there is anything you dislike, I can always have it changed. It is yours, after all, for as long as you remain in the Shadowlands. While you are here, it should ... feel like home."

The Maw Walker turned, her pale eyes shining in the dark. Before Renathal could manage a full inspection to determine whether or not she was pleased, she had flung her arms around him, and buried her face in his neck.

And any doubts still lingering in Renathal dissipated when the Maw Walker murmured, "This does feel like home."

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[fatalitylikeghosts]

me when

[ragnarockz]

i am just reading this book in Mulder's voice

[cheezy-whizz]

[ghostsberry]

i never really was on your side

[girlstevebuscemi]

Steve Buscemi for the New York Times / shot by Finlay Mackay, 2007

[aimsies-mctaymellburg]

Thank you iPhone Memories 😍😏

😍😍

[dd-is-my-guiltypleasure]

He is a bit more halfway through the shooting (Malice)

He is looking forward to filming in Greece (never been there).

He said it's a long time to be away from home.

Shooting Malice and doing the podcast was a bit more than he thought it would be. But he'll figure it out.

He and the band will have a listening session of the 15 demos tomorrow.

He confirms that the podcast will launch next month. Btw it's not his idea, his agent suggested it during the strike.

BFD will be released in June.

He is writing a script, he would love to act in it, looking for a director. If the movie isn't doable, he could novelize it.

He loves the X-Files.

[zegalba]

Budapest's Gellért Hill's Huge Water Reservoir. One of the most spectacular and popular facilities of the Budapest Waterworks, the vast space contains 106 columns.

[darkliterata]

Team Reservoir is proud to announce that our first issue is now live! Visit https://thereservoir.info/

[late-to-the-fandom]

Day 6: Unnatural

This is an entirely G-Rated 603 word drabble for the @daily-writing-challenge November words! Takes place in the universe of my current series and features Prince Renathal's escalation of the Ember Court prank war. Trigger warning for spider death.

Read them all here on Ao3

To Renathal, it was simply another humourous prank. Hardly even an escalation. The Maw Walker had put slime in his drink one Ember Court; he had hidden some in her tea sandwich at another. She had overinflated the cushion on his chair so it made a most indecorous sound when he seated himself ... he felt something on an equal level of embarrassment was not uncalled for.

So the Dark Prince had slipped the little eight-legged creature into the pocket of the Maw Walker’s gown while she held Theotar’s tea tray for him. He glided a short distance away, and waited eagerly for her little yelp of surprise.

He was not expecting her blood curdling shriek or the enormous crash that followed. Renathal whipped around, eyes widening at the scene: porcelain flying, Theotar wailing, and the Maw Walker spinning wildly in place, beating frantically at her own legs.

The spider landed a foot away and scuttled across the stone. It didn’t get far. The Maw Walker lifted both hands and blasted the tiny creature with a shower of purple sparks. She continued her arcane barrage long after the poor beast had disintegrated. Then she stood in the wreckage, panting loudly, her pale eyes wide and manic.

“Was this you?”

The Maw walker’s voice could cut glass. Renathal contorted his face fiercely to betray no hint of amusement.

“It was only … an amusing joke,” he tried, but something in the twist of his lips gave him away.

“Does this look amusing to you?” she shrieked, gesticulating wildly at the surrounding carnage. “What part of putting a SPIDER in someone’s pocket could possibly be considered amusing?”

“The slimes never bothered you,” said Renathal, attempting to reassert calm. But his soothing tone only inflamed the Maw Walker further.

“Slimes don’t have eight legs and ... hairy bodies and - and - and the unnatural way they move!”

The Shadowlands Champion shivered uncontrollably. She rubbed at her own arms as if fearing what other invisible horrors might be crawling there.

Renathal frowned. She was taking this a little far.

“You have fought spiders often in the Banewood,” he chided. "And those are considerably larger and more deadly.”

“I am aware,” snarled the Maw Walker. “And I don’t like them either but at least they’re big enough to see and are never just ... just hiding in my pocket when I least expect it!”

Her words ended in a quaver that threatened murder or tears.

Guests were openly staring now, whispering to each other behind their hands. Curious onlookers from other parts of the courtyard were wandering this way. Renathal spared them neither thought nor glance as he rushed toward his distraught Maw Walker.

“I am sorry,” he said and this time his face was entirely free of mirth. “It never occurred to me this would be going too far. I would never have intentionally cause you this sort of … distress”

He briefly considered the usefulness of a rational explanation into how such a small creature could do the Maw Walker no harm. Then decided against it, in favour of gathering her into his arms.

“You will forgive me, won’t you?”

The Maw Walker looked up at him, eyes still guarded. 

“Can I forgive you and still be upset with you and not be ready to laugh about this for a few days?”

“Certainly,” said Renathal solemnly, and pressed his lips to her forehead.

The whispers crescendoed, a rustling sea of excited murmurs to which Renathal paid absolutely no mind. Truly, one of the best parts of defeating Denathrius was that he didn’t have to anymore.

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