We are almost done with January! We’re almost done with the first month of the new year and we are still listening, protesting, talking, and surviving. We still have so much more to accomplish and today’s podcasts may help rekindle that creative spark we all desperately need.
So it’s time to tune into creepy stations, dig around that dusty old library, and keep things campy for flavor. Hopefully this combination of new finds will get us all through February until the welcoming embrace of spring.
Looking for something fresh to please that sudden thirst for audio storytelling? Look no further as PodCake has six more podcasts you’ll certainly love.
1. Point Mystic
Each year thousands of unexplained events occur. We know these accounts to be true. Behind that truth lies the real stories — life-changing and sometimes frightening. My name is Christopher Reynaga. From the shores of Point Mystic, come with me in search of the stories behind the magic, the mystery, and the unexplained.
Magic and mystery collide in Point Mystic, the cult radio show that should be a pleasant pick for the coming chills of the year. Be it a “Dragonscale” epidemic or little white rabbits, these stories are bound to entrance you one way or another.
Point Mystic has only a few episodes under it’s belt at the moment, though I’m sure they would love to welcome you down it’s rabbit hole. So get curious and get on point with this pick.
2. Wooden Overcoats
On the overlooked Channel Island of Piffling, obstinate undertaker Rudyard Funn runs his family’s failing funeral parlor. But when new and sexy undertaker Eric Chapman sets up shop across the square and becomes an immediate sensation, Rudyard realizes he’ll have to take drastic steps to stay in business.
Hello there you Piffling Islander! Got a taste for British black comedy? Well, Wooden Overcoats may or may not be a familiar title among you podcast fanatics. This is most definitely a must-listen for those looking for excellent comedic timing, charm, and a talented cast voicing a colorful cast of characters.
Follow the misadventures of Rudyard and friends and family and rivals as he goes through any means to keep himself afloat and his coffins full. Who says death always has to be a downer?
Stories you watch with your ears. A professionally-produced full-cast audio drama podcast presenting 8-12 part serials across a variety of genre and story types, featuring some of Chicago’s premier vocal talent.
In this audio movie theater experience produced by the talented voices of Chicago theater comes Synesthesia Theatre. In this serial anthology podcast we are granted a variety of amazing tales straight from the source of Burning Brigid Media.
Synesthesia effortlessly bounces from theme to genre as it pulls of steampunk western one day and cyberpunk western the next, pulling off each idea with great new characters and fresh lore. Variety is the spice of life and the heart of this great audio drama.
4. The Adventures of MechaBetty
Just a small town girl turned giant cyborg to fight off an alien invasion.
For audio drama fans who think their podcasts could use more robot girls, TitanKore has you covered. In this campy old-style radio drama that meshes the future with 50′s style camp, MechaBetty is delightfully action packed and bursting with creativity.
Stylized to a T to make something both humorous and oddly heartwarming, MechaBetty is something a little different to warm up the last few days of winter. MechaBetty is wonderfully weird and plenty aware of it so it’s a better time than ever to join the fun.
5. Dark Tome
What if there was a book that literally opened up doorways to other worlds? Where would it lead, and could you handle what you found on the other side? Cassie, a wayward teen, is about to find out. One day, after she wraps up community service at a local hospital, she stumbles out of the basement of a spooky bookshop and into a story set on a devil’s staircase in a remote Italian village.
Multidimensional books, anyone? I’m glad I already have your attention. If you’re looking for solid and sometimes strange storytelling, Dark Tome has story after story to keep you coming back down its staircase.
Dark Tome comes complete with excellent voice acting, great characters, and a number of equally cool and creepy tales told by the likes of Joe Hill and Catherine Valente. These contemporary tales from around the world are sure to keep you entertained.
6. The Magnus Archives
Make your statement, face your fear. A weekly horror fiction podcast examining what lurks in the archives of the Magnus Institute, an organisation dedicated to researching the esoteric and the weird. Join Jonathan Sims as he explores the archive, but be be warned, as he looks into its depths something starts to look back…
Creepy will always be cool when it comes to audio drama. There’s never enough creepy tales to keep your skin crawling and The Magnus Institute has plenty to spare. Eerie and atmospheric with a touch of mystery, join Jonathan Sims as we follow him through each and every cryptic case number.
Highly atmospheric with stellar storytelling, The Rusty Quill prepared a compelling and creative show made through good old elbow grease…and really good editing.
ok how ‘bout a really tangential/dumb RPG dream daddy au
Joseph: The Cult Leader Boss in the secret dungeon, drops the Lost Shaker of Salt. Weak to pot brownies and sick dance moves. New Game + lets you rid Maple Bay of the curse once and for all, allowing Joseph to have a happy and healthy relationship like he deserves (now that’s a tru end)
OR if you don’t jive with the whole cult thing (and that’s ok!) then he’s just ya friendly neighborhood white mage that is in a happy and healthy relationship like he deserves
Brian: friendly weaponsmith and arms dealer. always has discounts on shields and armor because he wants you to be safe!! breaking his record in Fishing levels and knocking 18 slimes into various holes scattered across the bay unlocks his Reach and Cut 3000 as well as stat-boosting cuddles. smooch emoji. All his battles are Pokemon format. Gives the most sidequests
Mat: travelling Bard. Literally lucio. Has to have the best taste in music, or your travelling party would be falling asleep during the journey. Smells faintly like daisies and baked goods, increasing the odds of random encounter battles with bird-types.
Hugo: teacher/archwizard. Knows the strongest cheese and wine based spells. Largest collection of tomes. Everyone is jealous of his stylish robes like seriously. His limit break is him literally suplexing someone
Craig: like, a level 69 scout or something, bro. His loyalty sidequest is just you and him chillin’ because he needs it yo. River’s capybara plushie is arcane, and will become Real and Deadly to protect u. Advises your dadsona against using Joseph’s yacht for fast travel to and from the bay, because it’s healthier to swim
Robert: ghost hunter/ paranormal ice trucker. So like a summoner/hunter kinda thing? His pit (is it a pit? fuck me robert) and brian’s dog maxwell are indestructable npcs that sit in the sidelines during combat to support you!! whiskey doubles his strength, as does supporting him through his vulnerabilities and watching sappy romcoms
Damien: duke of Maple Bay. Rides a horse into battle with hair as beautiful as his. Probably wields blood magic and taught hugo those spells. Vampire/Black Mage? Levelling him to max releases the puppies he takes care of at the animal shelter, adding them to the dog audience on the sidelines
Amanda: Kicks Ass. a ranger that HAS A PROBLEM WITH AUTHORITY. Consider: Finger guns shoot actual bullets. Can probably pull some Life is Strange business with her photography. Thus, is literally Tracer + Prompto. cracks equally hammy puns during battle. Always support our internet daughter
Now I can't help but wonder if Host keeps a database of quotes on the other Egos the way I do on Mark.
The Host gestures towards a collection of tomes to the left of his desk. “Hard copies,” then he gestures to his laptop. There’s an entire folder labeled for each Ego, “Electronic copies.” He takes a sip of his tea. “When one lives with a bunch of raving lunatics, it comes in handy to have hard evidence of what they said and when.”
I imagine Persephone, in her red drawers, sprawled out on the king size bed that’s only held one body for months; she draws herself the way she remembers her face in the ponds of earth, because this is the only way she remembers what it feels like to be a girl.
I imagine Persephone reading every single one of Hades’ tomes and books collected over the ages from poets and writers and bards, all deceased, and I imagine her starting to bloom.
He looked at her, “I might hurt you. No, I know I will hurt you.”
“Kojuro-sama, you taught me swordplay and horse riding, I have known pain from you and I survived.”
“This,” he ground himself against her, making sure she felt the full extent of his raging arousal, “is an entirely different kind of swordplay and horse riding.”
A smutty Kojuro Fic. Kojuro/MC. Takes place after the Echoes of True Love story event in the game.I might be planning a second part, explicitly PWP smut to follow, wish me the luck and the courage to write it!
i guess i dont normally speak on my headcanons still and im sorry but i REALLY wanna talk about his collections and such
he has a bunch, theyre normally organized by when he got them for chronologys sake, and hes really proud of a few of them
first, theres the tome/book (in modern + ddadds au), consisting normally of books he finds on the ground, or books he likes especially. it’s easy to tell which is which, but in normal fe verse, he also collects tomes off fallen foes ( he normally sticks to humans who drop them, and yes, he starts collecting the hoshidan type ones too )
next is the rock collection, where he puts all the pretty rocks hes found over the years. he doesnt normally show this one off as much as people have tried stealing and selling it before and it pissed him off ( dont !! sell !! his !! stuff !! ) his favorite is a geode he found with morgan the same color as olivias eyes
he has a smaller collection of perfume and beauty products after that, only sometimes using the perfume, and near never the makeup. he mostly keeps the perfume for the bottle designs, but a few of them he kept due to the smell being nice. its the collection hes most willing to part items from, as he doesnt look through it much either.
last but not least are the flowers in the ruin tome he carries. theres dozens stuck between notes and annotations, and more than he could ever count. some have been magically reinforced to be sort of bookmarks for him, but most rest in a pressed state in a garden of preserved flowers.
Yes, another vampire inspired smutty-shot. I’m sorry, but I can’t not join in the fun! Mashima’s Halloween art made me scream like the fangirl I am.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, lemon.
“Hello?” Lucy pushed open the heavy, iron door of the
mansion. “I’m here about the library job?”
The grounds had been deserted, and as the sunset dyed the
sky blood-orange, Lucy felt a shiver pass through her body, despite the heavy
gown she was wearing. She had spotted the job advertising on the town’s
noticeboard, and it had been perfect: she loved books, and apparently the
mansion was being emptied. The previous owner had died, and the property had
been sold. Apparently the library held many books, and they needed someone to
sort through them before the new owners moved in. Lucy stepped into the hall, dust dancing in the air through
the dirty stained-glass window. A chocolate brown, sweeping staircase faced
her, and the mansion felt cold and un-lived in.
“Hello?” A door opened above, and suddenly a butler was rushing down
the stairs. “Ah, excuse me, Lucy-san! The bell is broken. How was your
“It was fine, thank you,” the blonde smiled, glad the butler
seemed friendly enough. She had been having second thoughts about this job.
“Excellent, excellent!” the grey-haired man bobbed his head
in a bow. “Welcome to Ignis Mansion. Let me take you to your room. I can show
you to the library after supper.”
“Is it just the two of us?” Lucy asked, as the butler, whose
name was Tonkins, led her to the library.
“Yes, at the moment. There are some maids and a chef that
come intermittently, but the clear-out is nearly complete.”
Lucy nodded as Tonkins led her to the top floor. Everywhere
was so dark, but she supposed it didn’t make sense to light the place, when no
one was living there currently.
“Here we are!” the butler announced, pushing open the heavy
wooden door. “After you, Lucy-san.”
“Oh, wow!” the blonde mage gasped, stepping into the room.
It was like a dream that had came to life. Massive bookcases covered the walls
of the octave room, stretching up to the ceiling, which was a romantic mural
painting. Large French windows allowed a little natural light into the room,
and Lucy breathed in the comforting smell of paper and ink.
“It’s rather impressive, no?” Tonkins nodded. “Igneel-sama
was a great lover of books. It seemed such a waste to throw them away, so I
hoped you would help us get them to new homes.”
“It would be my pleasure!” Lucy beamed, her hands clasped
together. “I know all the second-hand bookshops in Fiorre.”
“Wonderful,” the butler smiled. “As the notice explained, it
may take several weeks. The new owners move in one month today- will that be
“Sure!” Lucy clenched her fist near her face. “Trust me, I’m
a fast reader. I’ll get through this lot in two weeks, tops!”
Lucy had planned on an early night after a long day
travelling, but she couldn’t bear to leave the library just yet. She scoped the
room, her fingertips trailing over different coloured spines: some leather,
some cloth-bound. There were volumes of fiction, tomes of poetry, and
collections of academic texts. Tonkins had lit a fire for her in the grate,
which was thankfully protected by iron bars, so she relaxed on a comfortable
chaise-lounge, and began to read. Time ticked by on the grandfather clock nearby, and Lucy was
lost in words until the clock struck midnight, jarring her out of her reading
trance. She yawned, returning the book to the shelf, and stretched, giving a
happy groan as her back popped. There was a slight swish noise behind her, and Lucy spun
around, expecting to see a spider or rat, but there was nothing there. Biting
her lip uncertainly, Lucy decided her mind was playing tricks on her, and it
was time for bed.
If it weren’t for the massive task facing her and her love
of books, Lucy may have felt lonely in the empty mansion. Tonkins was busy
cleaning and preparing other rooms, and they had their meals together, but
otherwise she was left alone. But the excitement of what she might discover
next in the library made her jump out of bed each morning, and stay awake late
into the night. By the end of her first week, Lucy had cleared the biggest
bookcase. Tonkins had brought padded crates for her to securely pack the books
into. She wrote classifications on labels, with details of whom the books would
be suitable for- the bookshop in Magnolia that sought rare poetry, or the Mage
Library of the Magic Council, and so forth. That night, she stumbled upon a collection of translated Gothic
“How fitting!” Lucy giggled, tucking her feet under her
gown. She did rather feel like a princess in this mansion. Sometimes her
imagination ran away with her, and as she wandered down dark, dusty corridors,
she imagined ghosts and monsters lurking in the shadows. There was a translated Dracula,
which Lucy had read in the original language, and skimmed over with interest. It
had always tickled her that the main character shared the same name as her.
was a deliberate voluptuousness that was both thrilling and repulsive.
And as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal till I
could see in the moonlight the moisture
Then lapped the white, sharp teeth.
Lower and lower went her head. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and
A swishing noise drew Lucy from the
text, and her heart thumped –the book tumbling to the floor, her hands
clutching the chaise-longue.
“Is someone there?” Lucy asked, slowly
rotating her head, scanning the room. The fire had died down to curling embers,
and the light of the full-moon trickled onto the floor. The blonde got to her feet, cursing the
fact she had left her keys in her room. There was definitely something there –the
skin on the back of her neck prickled, and the atmosphere in the room had
changed. A flapping noise near the curtain made
Lucy gave a girlish-squeal, and she grabbed the heavy book from the floor. As
much as she loved books, she would use it as a weapon if necessary. A black thing fell from the heavy folds
of the curtain, onto the moon-illuminated floor. Lucy watched, breath caught,
as it flopped several feet, before she realised what it was.
“Just a bat!” she laughed, feeling
silly. Tonkins had told her there were many bats in the attic, and he had been
trying to clear them out. “Poor thing, did you get lost?” Lucy
asked gently, putting the book down on the couch. She took baby steps, not
wanting to startle the bat. She had never seen one up close before, and she was
curious. It was rather adorable, actually. The
blonde covered her mouth as the bat flopped along the floor. It had a furry
body, with beady black eyes, and leathery wings, one of which seemed to be
damaged. Lucy covered her hands with her long sleeves, and gently scooped up
the little guy, carrying him over to the table near the dying fire.
“Are you hurt, poor thing?” Lucy asked.
The bat was quiet now, seemingly watching her, its wings curled protectively
around it. “I’m not sure how to fix you, I’m
afraid…” the blonde hummed. “But let’s get you out of this room!”
She carefully carried the bat in her
sleeves, like she would a baby. She had expected it to flap and fuss, but it
seemed calm now. She went down to the kitchen, and wrapped the little guy in a
“What should I give you?” Lucy
wondered. The little guy kept opening his mouth. Maybe he was hungry?
“Milk?” Lucy wondered, taking a jug
from the fridge. “But I don’t have a bottle small enough…” The mage rummaged through the drawers, but
most of the utensils had already been packed.
“Let’s try this then…” Lucy dipped her
finger into the milk, and let a drop hover over the bat’s face. It plopped into
his mouth, but the bat scrunched up his nose and gave a sharp cry, expressing
“I guess not milk then!” the mage
laughed. “Maybe you’re a fruit bat? There were some grapes here earlier…” Lucy plucked a purple grape from the
bowl, but realising even that was too big for the little creature, she decided
to cut it in half. Of course, the only knife was a large kitchen knife. The
grape, being round and slippery, bounced from under the blade, and Lucy hissed
as she slit her fingertip.
“Itai!” her eyes stung with the pain.
It was small cut, and not deep. But the bat next to her went crazy, ruffling
its wings and making high-pitched noises.
“Blood, huh?” Lucy winced, as red
droplets dripped from her finger. “Well, better than it going to waste…” she
dangled her finger above the bat, high enough so it couldn’t reach.
“What am I
even doing?” she wondered aloud, as she drip-fed the bat below her. Its tongue
darted out, claiming every drop, and when Lucy had stopped bleeding, she
located a bandage from the first aid-kit.
“Okay, you’ve been fed!” Lucy sighed,
scooped the little guy up. “Let’s set you free now!”
The next night in the library, Lucy
felt tired. Perhaps her sight was strained from all the reading, but she was
forcing her eyelids not to flutter shut. She lay on her side on the
chase-lounge, the text swimming before her. The fire was warm and comfortable,
and she dozed off into sleep.
As soon as her breathing regulated, he
stepped out from the shadows. The flames flickered over her pale skin, which
was mainly covered from his view by the rosy-red apple dress she was wearing.
Her long legs were stretched out, clad in white stockings, and he had the urge
to run his gloved fingers over them: her small feet, her trim ankles and her
shapely calves. Instead, he knelt before her sleeping
face. Her eyelashes, long and thick, brushed her pale cheeks. Her hands were
curled under her face, preventing him from seeing her lovely neck. How he had
gazed at it the night before, when she had gently nursed him. He had been weak
and injured for weeks now, unable to hunt or feed, until this angel had
stumbled across him. He ran his tongue along his fangs. The sweet taste of her
blood lingered in his mouth. It had been powerful enough to return to this
form, but it wouldn’t last long. He needed more. He could bite her wrist, her reasoned,
but it just wasn’t the same. He pushed back the blonde tresses that had fallen
into her face. His gloved fingers roamed her jaw, before trailing down her
neck. The bodice of her dress was enticingly low, gracing him with a wonderful
view of her ample breasts.
The girl’s eyes flashed open as soon as
the thought had crossed his mind. Deep brown eyes locked with his, and her
pupils dilated. She opened her mouth to scream, but he was too quick,
smothering the sound with his gloved hand.
“Shh…” he said soothingly. “Don’t be
afraid. I won’t hurt you.” She shook her head, eyes full of fear,
and it was obvious she didn’t believe him.
“I’ve been watching you for a long time
now…” he began to say, but Lucy decided to answer by biting his hand as hard as
she could. He gasped, his mouth dropping open to
reveal his fangs, and Lucy tried to scream again. The vampire pulled her from
the chase-longue, onto the floor, where he pinned her down with his body as she
tried to struggle and kick him.
“What a sharp bite you have,” he
complimented her. “Lucy, was it? My name is Natsu. We met last night, when you
helped me in my bat-form.” The girl beneath him stopped
struggling, and instead looked stunned.
“I’ll remove my hands, so don’t scream,
okay?” Natsu said. Lucy nodded, and he sat back,
inspecting his white glove. She had bit him pretty hard, but hadn’t broken the
“Why…why are you here, if you don’t
want to hurt me?” Lucy asked. She took in the male above her. He was certainly
not how she pictured vampire to look like. For a start, he had wild, spikey
hair, which seemed the exact colour of sunset. His eyes were large, with small,
dark pupils, and his skin was golden. He was wearing a white, buttoned up shirt
with a black cape, which was torn and shredded at the ends, as though he had
been in a fight. And those white gloves that had covered her mouth earlier.
“Well, the thing is…” Natsu laughed,
ruffling his hair, “I haven’t fed in a long time. In fact, I was probably a
goner if you hadn’t given me your blood.”
Lucy blushed. The vampire was laughing,
with a twinkle in his eye. He didn’t seem scary at all…in fact, he was very
easy on the eyes.
“You’re a mage, right?” Natsu asked,
leaning closer to her, making her blush deepen further. “I could taste it. The
problem is, my body needs more of it. The magic in your blood…how do I explain?
It’s like a craving, a drug or something. It’s making me crazy!”
“So, you do want to hurt me!” Lucy
accused, her eyes narrowing. She struggled, hitting the vampire, but it was
like punching marble. He grinned down at her.
“I want to feed on you, yes. But trust
me, it won’t hurt at all. In fact, you will enjoy it…”
“What a pervert!” Lucy gasped, finally
scrambling away from him, her back thumping against a bookcase. “Do you think
I’m just going to let you drink my blood?”
“Lucy…” he said, talking a step towards
her, and the way his voice caressed her name made something clench in her
stomach. “I’ve watched you every night you’ve visited this library. If I really
wanted to hurt you, you would be dead by now.”
“So…it was you!” Lucy recalled the
swishing noises, the prickling of her skin as she read late into the night.
“What are you, a stalker?”
“I haven’t got the strength to leave
this mansion,” Natsu explained, drawing close to her, caging her with his arms.
“I’ve been trapped here for months. Some stupid spell the old man Igneel put on
the place. Please, lend me your strength this one time. In return, I promise to
Lucy faltered at the earnest look in
his eyes, the warmth of his body against hers. “I thought vampires were cold?” she
asked, trying to change the subject. Smirking, Natsu leaned forward and
brushed his lips against hers. His lips were burning, and she jerked back from
“Most of what you hear about us isn’t
true,” he told her. “Blood is warm. How could our bodies be cold?” He moved again, his mouth hot and wet
against her jaw. Lucy trembled, unable to move, the hard spines of the books
digging into her own, Natsu’s body pressed against her.
“Wait!” she gasped, as his lips glided
down her neck. She could feel his breath, warm and rapid against her skin.
“Please, Lucy,” he begged, his body shaking
against her. “Please, help me!” The blonde felt the fists clench at the
side of her head, saw the desperate look in his eyes. She had helped the little
bat when he was in trouble. Wasn’t it only fair to help him now, in this form
Levy watched the dust swirl and gather as she brushed it from the covers of old books. It had taken a good five days, but Levy had finally managed to reorganise every book in her massive collection. Hundreds upon hundreds of books were now stacked according to subject and title, their freshly cleaned spines beckoning to her from their new shelves.
“Is that everything?” Gajeel asked, balancing a stray book on Levy’s head. “Where do you even sleep in here?”
It wasn’t easy sneaking Gajeel into Fairy Hills, but with enough perseverance – and Gajeel’s keen sense of smell – the two of them had been able to make the most of their week off by reorganising the entirety of Levy’s apartment.
“I have a bed,” she remarked, snatching the book from his hand to add it to the collection of tomes labelled Fiction.
“So, what do you do when you want a book from the top shelf?” he asked. “A Shrimp like you can’t reach all the way up there. That’s why you needed my help in the first place, ain’t it?”
Clapping her hands together, Levy watched a cloud of dust twist up into the air, scattering among rays of sunlight filtering in through the nearby window. She’d decided long ago that her feelings, like the dust, would be easily washed away. She wanted to rid herself of the suffocating feeling in her chest and of the underwhelming flicker of hope that continued to disappoint her.
“Come to think of it,” he went on, “how did you reach all those high shelves back at the council?”
“I had people to help me,” she huffed, shoving one last book onto a nearby bookshelf. “I get it. I’m small. You don’t have to remind me.”
Gajeel tousled her hair. “Oi, what’re you sulking about now? I never said–”
“I am small,” she whispered. “Insignificant, like a speck of dust. Everyone wants rid of the dust, don’t they? You blow it off the covers of your favourite books. You sweep it out of the corners. It’s only purpose is to get in the way. Like me.”
Levy flinched when Gajeel’s hands reached her shoulders. He spun her around to face him, red eyes burning with such intensity the sun would surely pale with envy. Levy felt herself trembling under the weight of his gaze. She hadn’t meant to let her feelings slip out. Not today. Maybe the last five days with Gajeel had been too much for her. Maybe she’d become selfish.
“Who ever said being small was a bad thing? Lily’s small and he’s the best cat in the guild, right?”
Yeah, she thought, but he can grow a few inches when necessary. She was starting to envy Gajeel’s Exceed.
“You’re the only one who thinks being small is a bad thing,” he pressed.
Levy’s arms went limp at her sides. "Your eyes…”
“My eyes? What’re you talking about… Oi! Hey! Don’t cry!”
It wasn’t that she envied the passion on display in his eyes, or even the strength of his resolve. Rather, Levy marvelled in it. She felt as though she might melt out of existence in their raging fire. “They’re like stars.”
Gajeel cleared his throat. “What’re you talkin’ about?”
“It’s nothing,” she whispered, lifting a hand to wipe away her tears. “Forget about it.”
Gajeel cupped her face in his hands and brushed away the tears with his thumbs. "You’re not the dust, Levy. You’re the book. There’s more to you than first appearances, or, er, something like that.”
Levy gasped a laugh, tears trickling down her cheeks faster than he could catch them. “Stupid Gajeel.”
"If you don’t stop crying I’m going to mess up your shelves,” he threatened.
Levy smacked his arm. “Don’t you dare!”
On second thought, maybe she’d let the dust gather for a little bit longer.
to add to ur immortal!geoff library hc: geoff who was alive to see the library of alexandria burn to the ground so he jealously hoards books in the most fireproof place possible and takes tremendous care of his books because he saw what a tragedy that was and the chaos and ignorance that ensued and does everything he can to prevent it from happening again
THIS!! Omg, I actually think this fits into my magic au where Geoff is a demon. He has an entire underground library where hes collected ancient tomes and books so old that if you touched them they’d probably turn into dust. He’s basically an immortal librarian, every time there’s a new book considered a ‘classic’ he collects a few copies and locks them away in the library just in case. He’s like a dragon building a horde.
Anyway this is the greatest thing I ever read and I love you omg. Thank you so much for the ask my dude! -Mage