a library of wealth

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Ao3's most read fic has 844,743 hits. Any book with those readership numbers would end up in all the top most read lists in the world. If we put our money where our mouth is and consumed queer literature by queer writers not only it would become normal to see queer representation in libraries, but we would also distribute wealth to queer writers. Instead we continue consuming the same old media by the same old white cishet male creators and providing it with free advertisement with our fanfiction and I don't get why you all are okay with this!!!
Skyrim: Dungeon Crawl

I’m sorry but…I really like writing about @nikanono ‘s OC, I haven’t written my own character in years and having Vi around really brought Fey to life in such a great way. 

So here is Fey and Vi drawn by Nika

And here is part 1! 

If I continue this, it will most likely be rando adventures with the two of these nerds 


“Let’s see we got that good old fashion ten layers of dust, spider webs for days, burnt stuff, broken stuff, more spiders and oh! Just that wonderful rotting flesh smell”

Vi stopped for a moment in the middle of what was once a small library that contained a wealth of knowledge but was now a decaying pile of ash, probably the scene of a fire or mage fight, it was hard to tell. There was nothing left but broken furniture and books burnt beyond repair, most likely due to one too many thieves and other adventurers alike. She took a deep breath, as if to enjoy it like the fresh mountain air but proceeded to cough and hack as dust promptly flew into her throat.  

“G-gotta love it” Vi groaned, doubling over and continued to wheeze.

Fey rolled her eyes but found herself chuckling lightly.

“You’re an odd one”

With one last sigh, Vi stood back up and huffed, clearing her throat of any other foreign specks of dust or ash, “If I had a coin for every time you said that so far I’d earn back what I fronted you”

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Σοφία Κέλσου, Library of Celsus, Ephesus.
Personal photography © 2010

Ephesus (Greek: Ἔφεσος) was an ancient Greek city on the coast of Ionia. It was built in the 10th century BC by Attic and Ionian Greek colonists. During the Classical Greek era it was one of the twelve cities of the Ionian League. The library of Celsus is an ancient Roman building in Ephesus, Anatolia. It was built in honour of the Roman Senator Tiberius Julius Celsus Polemaeanus (completed in 135 AD). Celsus had been consul in 92 AD, governor of Asia in 115 AD, and a wealthy and popular local citizen. He was a native of nearby Sardis and amongst the earliest men of purely Greek origin to become a consul in the Roman Empire and is honoured both as a Greek and a Roman on the library itself. Celsus paid for the construction of the library with his own personal wealth. The library was built to store 12,000 scrolls and to serve as a monumental tomb for Celsus. Celsus is buried in a sarcophagus beneath the library, in the main entrance which is both a crypt containing his sarcophagus and a sepulchral monument to him. It was unusual to be buried within a library or even within city limits, so this was a special honour for Celsus.

“A library of wisdom, is more precious than all wealth, and all things that are desirable cannot be compared to it. Whoever therefore claims to be zealous of truth, of happiness, of wisdom or knowledge, must become a lover of books.”

~ Plato

superbilliam  asked:

17: Do they have any guilty pleasures? They embarrassed about them? Do they flaunt them?

Sokh absolutely loves his tea. And he takes every chance he can get to drink some. Anyone that frequents the bar downstairs would likely find some of his tea somewhere, having been brewed.

A less known guilty pleasure is his love of reading. That one is more secretive, and only those he comes to trust have seen the extensive wealth of knowledge that his library contains.

If I ever become obscenely wealthy, I wouldn’t build a castle.

Well, I would, but it wouldn’t be a military fortification or an ode to my own wealth.

My castle would be a humongous gorgeous library, with extensive grounds for outdoor reading in a variety of environments (or maybe biodome-greenhouses built in, like the Butterfly Conservatory), and a few huge aquariums with clear tunnels leading to underwater dome-room reading nooks, and huge rooms with fancy ceilings and spiral staircases and columns in various styles.

There would also be a computer room, and a cozy movie room with a nice couch or a few armchairs and one wall that’s the movie screen, but the books would be the main focus.

The windows would be those bay windows, adapted into reading nooks. There would be reading nooks all over the place. Furniture style would vary - there would be squashy couches and stately armchairs and beanbag chairs and wooden benches and rolling spinning office chairs, possibly grouped according to style/theme, but possibly all mixed up.

In addition to various fancy dramatic staircases, there would be sweeping ramps between floors, for times when I just don’t want to take the stairs. Also an elevator, perhaps with designs on the doors reminiscent of those rattly old cage elevators - I like the look of wrought iron.

There wouldn’t be freestanding shelves in the middle of most rooms. The bookshelves would be built right into the walls. Every or nearly every wall would be a bookshelf.

And when I died, it would be in my will that the castle becomes a public library (which is the other reason for the ramps, so it’s all wheelchair accessible) and my wealth would go towards maintaining the estate, and paying the staff who ran it.

(Also there would be lots of ‘single-stall’, fully accessible, gender-neutral bathrooms, with showers built in and personal grooming products available on request.)