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mangolepakko · 5 months
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A commission I made that I'm really proud of actually
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whatllitbetoday · 5 months
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Mab's Magic Bookshelf Part 1
There is a woman with a magic bookshelf. It was given to her when she was young. At 20 Savanna found herself pregnant with no support, and a friend's aunt took her in. Sure, Aunt Mab was a little witchy, but what mattered was that she was compassionate.
The aunt ran a strange lending library out of her house. The entire downstairs was a big library, with a kitchen hung with herbs and ringed with jars and a large kitchen table taking up what was left. Even what used to be a bedroom was full of books. Researchers who couldn't find obscure works came to her home. Heartbroken people with no answers came to beg a balm for their soul. Musicians and writers who couldn't find their creative spark came for inspiration.
They had a cup of tea in her kitchen and chat about what they needed. Then they browsed among the shelves and shelves downstairs, with some guidance by Aunt Mab. If they couldn't find what they needed the Aunt would go upstairs and come back with just the right thing.
Savanna finished her degree and raised her baby surrounded by the magic of books and Aunt Mab. Mab would sing to the baby while Savanna studied, and gave her tea to help with the postpartum bleeding, and frozen cabbage leaves for her aching breasts. Savanna, when she was healed, helped with all the things Aunt Mab was too short for, or couldn't be bothered to do. She scrubbed floors and trimmed roses and hung up Christmas lights, because Aunt Mab believed Christmas lights were neighborly.
Savanna had been studying Anthropology when she got pregnant, and had considered switching majors to something more obviously practical, but Aunt Mab encouraged her to finish her degree, as she would graduate the fastest that way. Baby Frances was 2 months old when, sleep-deprived and leaking through her bra, Savanna took her last finals of the year. She walked at graduation with her two biggest cheerleaders at home, because Savanna was afraid to bring the baby around crowds, but she came home to a feast spread for herself and the couple of friends, including June, Mabs niece and the one who had introduced them in the first place.
At Mab's urging, Savanna worked part time at the college library and while she pursued a degree in library sciences. While Savanna worked Frances was watched by June, and Mab, and the low-income daycare. She took Frances to the park to play with other babies while she studied.
All this time she was too busy, too caught up in her struggle to survive, to wonder too much about Aunt Mab and her mysterious library that operates right under her nose. It wasn't until she caught her breath, and her toddler was sleeping through the night, it was summer break from grad school, and she had begun helping Mab with the library again, that she began to wonder. Wonder why these people came here. How Aunt Mab had books that the local library and museum system didn't have. How she knew what people needed.
And that is when she leaves that Mab wasn't just compassionate and empathetic and wise. She was magic.
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dreamer-05 · 2 years
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Dream plot (The Library)
Because of an SSRI I've been taking, I have really vivid dreams. Also, a potential contributor to what I'm about to be talking about is the fact that I used to love to write (and, I admittedly still do, although I often feel that I have little time or motivation to actually do so), but the dreams I've been having have been intense (in the best possible way). Every night, I have dreams that hook me so much I either want to go back to sleep and dream more of them, or somehow wake up in a universe where I find this out myself. Likely this is mainly just because they're my dreams and my brain knows what I find appealing in a plotline, but just in case this is appealing to others and anyone would find these ideas fun to write about, I've decided to start writing my dream/story ideas down.
I decided to start with this one (in a different font simply to easily differentiate from my rambling before and inevitably after), I just decided to label as "The Library":
There is a library in a rainy town that is bustling but never too busy. The library looks intricate, with many archways and curls on the outside, but that is nothing in comparison to what lies inside. The bookshelves reach so high, you have to climb a ladder that is three times your height to get to the books on the top shelf. The wooden bookshelves cover the walls, with a fireplace and a reading area, and whole new rooms and areas to discover every time you go. Behind one particular bookshelf, there lies a room that barely anyone knows about. If you find the right bookshelf, you can open it up to a small room. In this room lies a board of letters, all out of order, which represent different letters. There are candles in the room and a nice sitting area, and one may simply enjoy sitting in this room that few know of or can access for the sake of a quiet environment to read their book. However, the curious few want to go further than this, with an understanding that a secret room behind a bookshelf must lead to more. If the curious one wishes, they may solve the cryptogram to read a riddle. From this riddle, they can derive a code of numbers. Now, they must be frantically trying to find where the numbers can go, and why they matter. Should they try to move the board, however, they will see what appears to be a large padlock of numbers embedded in the wall. Should the curious few who have made it this far put the code sequence of numbers into this padlock-like contraption, they may have the opportunity to be truly surprised, as from seemingly nowhere a door slides open and they find yet another room, behind a bookshelf that could not open. This room is completely new, with people inside (or, rather, a projection of people). They act out a scene, and in each character, a key word pops up a number of times. It is an enjoyable scene, and the surely bewildered viewer at this point may choose to sit back and simply watch, think about how odd of an experience this was at their favorite local library, and then go back to their first secret room and back out of the seemingly mundane bookshelf to look for the book they had been wanting to read. However, one who has made it this far and has a fairly even head on their shoulders may recognize at this point that there must be some sort of enigma or code in each room, that may just lead to another room. Should they have enough time (as all who visit the library rightly should) they can indulge in this mystery and allow it to take them where only it knows they will go. For truly, behind every bookshelf there lies a secret room with a mystery to be solved, and not one person has made their way into the last room - besides, of course, the wizard who created it, who patiently waits for the chosen 19-year-old, unsuspecting college student and her little brother (who are both on summer break), and their unemployed, freeloading 24-year-old sister.
If you are reading this and you like it, please let me know! I'll try to be sure to keep writing down random ideas I get from dreams if you guys like.
Honestly, part of me wants to take this idea and write something myself, but I wanted to make sure I had the idea written down, just because it's a pleasant thing to think about (at least for me), so I wouldn't want to forget about it.
Sincerely, Doodlebug <3
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nicolette-art · 11 months
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Start✨Finish
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lonely-in-the-moon · 1 year
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dumdeedums-blog · 2 years
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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again! We need more magic libraries!!!
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sparklygraves · 9 months
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http://www.thebrautiganlibrary.org/
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yuumei-art · 1 year
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Chosen Cages, Wings of Pages 
A little idea I had about reading books as a form of escapism
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escapismsworld · 10 months
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Sintra, Portugal
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grapeperfume · 2 months
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theereina · 9 months
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fairydrowning · 1 year
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"Somewhere, someone is falling in love with a person who loves them back after a whole winter of being alone and broken. It is the earth's magic to make people trust in the warmth of love again."
– Juansen Dizon, Via "juansendizon" on Tumblr
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hyakunana · 3 days
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A Wizard and a Rogue walk into the Archive
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oldschoolfrp · 22 days
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The Silvanesti elves isolate themselves from the world and dismiss most outsiders as inferior (George Barr, AD&D supplement Dragonlance Adventures, TSR, 1987)
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thegorgonist · 8 months
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Who needs a ladder to reach high shelves when you have a flying broomstick? This library full of secret histories and arcane treatises is open to all who wish to study there--though you may need to bring some esoteric dictionaries... Prints here
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