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Here's CHAPTER 3 of my new web serial, Harry Hollowdrop's Unwanted Adventure! A modern Pitfall fan fiction. Buckle up for "Rating: Wholly Unsatisfactory".
https://jenkirchner.com/2026/08/09/harry-hollowdrop-chapter-3/
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Here's CHAPTER 3 of my new web serial, Harry Hollowdrop's Unwanted Adventure! A modern Pitfall fan fiction. Buckle up for "Rating: Wholly Unsatisfactory".
https://jenkirchner.com/2026/08/09/harry-hollowdrop-chapter-3/
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 9.1: 2024 Arkam Mass. (Side Story)
#Wss366 Dominant / International Left Hander's Day/Bon JP #TimeTravelAuthors 08/13. Advice your character would give about time travel
Professor Henrietta Dubois looked out over her class. Not one student looked like they were worth her time. Some were there because they thought it was a joke. It wasn’t. Others were there for an easy grade. They were going to be disappointed. A few may have thought it was a literature course. They would be let down as well. And some were just flakes. None of them would make a promising metaphysics student.
“Time-travel,” the professor started. After all, it was the subject of the class. “How many of you would visit another time if you could?”
Half the students raised their hands.
Ms. Dubois nodded. "According to 'Faustus Pact,' 'Pompilius Spiegel,' and the anonymous 'La Main Tauche du Temps,' at least one of which will be required reading, the #dominant belief among time-travelers is that those of you with your hands down are the wise ones."
The professor paused, letting those who could decipher what she had said ruminate on the arcane names and reading requirements. “Let’s make sure they know this is no joke but a serious and rigorous class,” she thought.
She continued: “In other words, don’t.”
Note: “La Main Tauche du Temps” means “Time’s Left Hand.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 9.1: 2024 Arkam Mass. (Side Story)
#Wss366 Dominant / International Left Hander's Day/Bon JP #TimeTravelAuthors 08/13. Advice your character would give about time travel
Professor Henrietta Dubois looked out over her class. Not one student looked like they were worth her time. Some were there because they thought it was a joke. It wasn’t. Others were there for an easy grade. They were going to be disappointed. A few may have thought it was a literature course. They would be let down as well. And some were just flakes. None of them would make a promising metaphysics student.
“Time-travel,” the professor started. After all, it was the subject of the class. “How many of you would visit another time if you could?”
Half the students raised their hands.
Ms. Dubois nodded. "According to 'Faustus Pact,' 'Pompilius Spiegel,' and the anonymous 'La Main Tauche du Temps,' at least one of which will be required reading, the #dominant belief among time-travelers is that those of you with your hands down are the wise ones."
The professor paused, letting those who could decipher what she had said ruminate on the arcane names and reading requirements. “Let’s make sure they know this is no joke but a serious and rigorous class,” she thought.
She continued: “In other words, don’t.”
Note: “La Main Tauche du Temps” means “Time’s Left Hand.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial
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'90s, come back in this time. This is all we need.
- Provides a simple, no-frills terminal with everything you need, using Linux GTK3.
- Supports local terminals, SSH, and SFTP as well as serial and TELNET connections, bringing that familiar terminal experience into the present.
- Transfers files to and from the host of an SSH connection over SFTP.And many other features.
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'90s, come back in this time. This is all we need.
- Provides a simple, no-frills terminal with everything you need, using Linux GTK3.
- Supports local terminals, SSH, and SFTP as well as serial and TELNET connections, bringing that familiar terminal experience into the present.
- Transfers files to and from the host of an SSH connection over SFTP.And many other features.
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💻 Happy Nat'l IBM PC Day! — August 12, 2026
IBM PC Day, observed every August 12, commemorates the launch of the original IBM Personal Computer in 1981. IBM5150.net
#IBMPCDay #NatlToday #IBM #PC #1981 #8080 #8088 #8Bit #16Bit #MicroComputer #16kBRAM #RAM #ROM #Floppy #I/O #ISA #eISA #Serial #DotMatrix #BIOS #DOS #Prompt #CommandLine #OS #Intel #DialUp #BBS #ShareWare #RetroComputing #ComputerHistory
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Book Wives Forever!
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#Wss366 Just
Desc: Hannelore, just married. Has her bad timing struck again. (Last EP)“Excuse me, I have research I wish to finish.” Duke Ferdinand said to Hannelore and Rozemyne. Then he turned his back and left.
Most people would have considered his response extremely rude. After all, he had #just married Hannelore of Dunkelfelger, but Rozemyne, his first wife, was used to it, and Hannelore knew the wedding had only been to please Rozemyne.
“Don’t let it worry you,” Aub Rozemyne said. “He’s like that—Shall I show you the library?”
Hannelore blinked. They had barely returned from their wedding, and neither of them was acting like it was a big deal. Surely Rozemyne at least would be clingy and mushy; after all, she’d been the one sending romantic gifts. “Could I have been wrong about the whole thing? Was it just a political match? What about love and romance? It’s my cursed timing again, isn’ it!”
“No, that’s the old me,” she thought. “But I’m not ‘Cry Baby Hanne’ anymore. This is my reality, and I’m going to make the best of it. If she doesn’t love me, I’ll pin her down and do quests until she does!”
“Sure, I would love that,” she said.
“Great, Book Wives Forever!” Rozemyne pumped her fist and led the way.
[FINIS]
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Book Wives Forever!
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#Wss366 Just
Desc: Hannelore, just married. Has her bad timing struck again. (Last EP)“Excuse me, I have research I wish to finish.” Duke Ferdinand said to Hannelore and Rozemyne. Then he turned his back and left.
Most people would have considered his response extremely rude. After all, he had #just married Hannelore of Dunkelfelger, but Rozemyne, his first wife, was used to it, and Hannelore knew the wedding had only been to please Rozemyne.
“Don’t let it worry you,” Aub Rozemyne said. “He’s like that—Shall I show you the library?”
Hannelore blinked. They had barely returned from their wedding, and neither of them was acting like it was a big deal. Surely Rozemyne at least would be clingy and mushy; after all, she’d been the one sending romantic gifts. “Could I have been wrong about the whole thing? Was it just a political match? What about love and romance? It’s my cursed timing again, isn’ it!”
“No, that’s the old me,” she thought. “But I’m not ‘Cry Baby Hanne’ anymore. This is my reality, and I’m going to make the best of it. If she doesn’t love me, I’ll pin her down and do quests until she does!”
“Sure, I would love that,” she said.
“Great, Book Wives Forever!” Rozemyne pumped her fist and led the way.
[FINIS]
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Kurcze, recenzje 1670 były różne, raczej mniej pozytywne, więc byłem przygotowany, że nie będzie dobrze. Po pierwszym odcinku stwierdzam - był słaby i przekroczyli już moją granicę tolerancji dla żenady.
O sezonie drugim twierdzę, że główna oś fabuły była rozciągnięciem na cały sezon czegoś, co powinno być krótkim skeczem. Natomiast po pierwszym odcinku trzeciego sezonu odnoszę wrażenie, że wiele "skeczy" zostało niepotrzebnie rozciągniętych. A mówi Wam to gość, który z przyjemnością obejrzał filmy typu "Roma", "Solaris" (w obu wersjach), itp. itd.
Najbardziej drastycznym (także dosłownie) przykładem była śmierć kupca, który wiózł kowala. Po co to było tak przeciągnięte - nie wiem. Wiem natomiast, że pierwszy odcinek ogląda mi się bardzo źle. To nawet nie stało obok montypythonowskiego przeciągania walki z Czarnym Rycerzem.
#1670 #Netflix #Serial #1670netflix
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Kurcze, recenzje 1670 były różne, raczej mniej pozytywne, więc byłem przygotowany, że nie będzie dobrze. Po pierwszym odcinku stwierdzam - był słaby i przekroczyli już moją granicę tolerancji dla żenady.
O sezonie drugim twierdzę, że główna oś fabuły była rozciągnięciem na cały sezon czegoś, co powinno być krótkim skeczem. Natomiast po pierwszym odcinku trzeciego sezonu odnoszę wrażenie, że wiele "skeczy" zostało niepotrzebnie rozciągniętych. A mówi Wam to gość, który z przyjemnością obejrzał filmy typu "Roma", "Solaris" (w obu wersjach), itp. itd.
Najbardziej drastycznym (także dosłownie) przykładem była śmierć kupca, który wiózł kowala. Po co to było tak przeciągnięte - nie wiem. Wiem natomiast, że pierwszy odcinek ogląda mi się bardzo źle. To nawet nie stało obok montypythonowskiego przeciągania walki z Czarnym Rycerzem.
#1670 #Netflix #Serial #1670netflix
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 17 EP 5: Late #Jurassic Era, Swiss Lowlands
Back to the age of #dinosaurs.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 17 EP 5: Late #Jurassic Era, Swiss Lowlands
Back to the age of #dinosaurs.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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#writers #watch #films #movies #film #movie #miniseries #drama #DarkAcademia #show #book #show #serial #booktok #audiobooks #videobooks #visual #visualbook
Knock on the Door / Chapter 1 Part 5
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#writers #watch #films #movies #film #movie #miniseries #drama #DarkAcademia #show #book #show #serial #booktok #audiobooks #videobooks #visual #visualbook
Knock on the Door / Chapter 1 Part 5
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Headless Raspberry Pi für SSH vorkonfigurieren
Am Wochenende hatte ich da mal wieder so eine Situation, dass ich einen Raspberry Pi headless deployen wollte. Er sollte einen Strauß von USB-serial Adaptern in einem tmux zusammenmuxen. Also nichts, wofür man ein grafische Oberfläche, geschweige denn einen Monitor braucht. Dementsprechend wollte ich nicht mit (noch mehr) Kabeln und Hardware herumjonglieren. Das muss doch auch ohne gehen. Einfach eine vorbereitete SD-Karte reinstopfen und sofort loslegen. Ja. geht. Und damit ich das nicht […]https://www.commander1024.de/wordpress/2026/08/headless-raspberry-pi-fuer-ssh-vorkonfigurieren/
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Headless Raspberry Pi für SSH vorkonfigurieren
Am Wochenende hatte ich da mal wieder so eine Situation, dass ich einen Raspberry Pi headless deployen wollte. Er sollte einen Strauß von USB-serial Adaptern in einem tmux zusammenmuxen. Also nichts, wofür man ein grafische Oberfläche, geschweige denn einen Monitor braucht. Dementsprechend wollte ich nicht mit (noch mehr) Kabeln und Hardware herumjonglieren. Das muss doch auch ohne gehen. Einfach eine vorbereitete SD-Karte reinstopfen und sofort loslegen. Ja. geht. Und damit ich das nicht […]https://www.commander1024.de/wordpress/2026/08/headless-raspberry-pi-fuer-ssh-vorkonfigurieren/
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Edelweiss Entwined #4
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#Wss366 sovereignThe Aub waved to a servant to take the food away. “Send my daughter in.”
Hannelore soon appeared, apprehension etched into every line of her face. But unlike when she was younger, there was no sign of her wilting. She was prepared for whatever her parents had to tell her.
Her father waved to a seat, and when his daughter complied, he said, “It’s settled. You are to be Duke Ferdinand’s second wife. It’s slightly beneath your station, but a good match nonetheless. It will bring our two duchies closer and ensure preferred access to Rozemyne's innovations. A good marriage is the #lynchpin of long-term diplomacy.”
The tension in Hannelore’s face eased. “I welcome Versprechredi's blessing. At last my timing has been good.”
“Indeed, the goddess has blessed you,” her mother said. “We were worried you would settle for a loveless marriage. Kenntrips and Rasantark are fine men, but you were never taken with them in that way. I am overjoyed that you have found a useful and loving match. It's a surprising and somewhat unusual arrangement, but Rozemyne is an unusual woman. Take care to stay in her favor; you can expect only what duty demands from Ferdinand.”
“It surprised me as well, but I think I can be happy with Rozemyne,” Hannelore replied.
“Good, good.” The duke rejoined the discussion. “Ferdinand sent engagement presents.”
The girl looked at the books her father had passed her. A wry expression came to her face as she read the titles: “The History of Ahrensbach,” “Ahrensbach Legal Codex,” and a new volume called “The Legislative Decrees of Aub Rozemyne.”
The Aub coughed. “He said they would be useful to you since you’ll be living in Alexandria soon.”
“The man doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body,” Sieglinde said. “But Rozemyne sent this,” passing her daughter a manuscript titled “The Romance of Vegalinde and Altairhart.” “She said you would be the very first person to read it.”
“Don’t forget the other present,” Werdekrf added. “It's much better than those old books. It will look wonderful on you.” If anyone had doubted his feelings towards his daughter, his fond smile revealed his deeper feelings.
The item he handed her was a headdress featuring a new design of tiny lace edelweiss intertwined with cornflowers. Its net-like cap was set with pearls, and a dyed silk train flowed down the back.
Her mother looked from the hairpiece to her daughter. She too had a soft smile. “It will look lovely at your wedding. You'll be quite the trendsetter.”
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Edelweiss Entwined #4
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#Wss366 sovereignThe Aub waved to a servant to take the food away. “Send my daughter in.”
Hannelore soon appeared, apprehension etched into every line of her face. But unlike when she was younger, there was no sign of her wilting. She was prepared for whatever her parents had to tell her.
Her father waved to a seat, and when his daughter complied, he said, “It’s settled. You are to be Duke Ferdinand’s second wife. It’s slightly beneath your station, but a good match nonetheless. It will bring our two duchies closer and ensure preferred access to Rozemyne's innovations. A good marriage is the #lynchpin of long-term diplomacy.”
The tension in Hannelore’s face eased. “I welcome Versprechredi's blessing. At last my timing has been good.”
“Indeed, the goddess has blessed you,” her mother said. “We were worried you would settle for a loveless marriage. Kenntrips and Rasantark are fine men, but you were never taken with them in that way. I am overjoyed that you have found a useful and loving match. It's a surprising and somewhat unusual arrangement, but Rozemyne is an unusual woman. Take care to stay in her favor; you can expect only what duty demands from Ferdinand.”
“It surprised me as well, but I think I can be happy with Rozemyne,” Hannelore replied.
“Good, good.” The duke rejoined the discussion. “Ferdinand sent engagement presents.”
The girl looked at the books her father had passed her. A wry expression came to her face as she read the titles: “The History of Ahrensbach,” “Ahrensbach Legal Codex,” and a new volume called “The Legislative Decrees of Aub Rozemyne.”
The Aub coughed. “He said they would be useful to you since you’ll be living in Alexandria soon.”
“The man doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body,” Sieglinde said. “But Rozemyne sent this,” passing her daughter a manuscript titled “The Romance of Vegalinde and Altairhart.” “She said you would be the very first person to read it.”
“Don’t forget the other present,” Werdekrf added. “It's much better than those old books. It will look wonderful on you.” If anyone had doubted his feelings towards his daughter, his fond smile revealed his deeper feelings.
The item he handed her was a headdress featuring a new design of tiny lace edelweiss intertwined with cornflowers. Its net-like cap was set with pearls, and a dyed silk train flowed down the back.
Her mother looked from the hairpiece to her daughter. She too had a soft smile. “It will look lovely at your wedding. You'll be quite the trendsetter.”
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Hello and welcome to Samurai Saturday!
First, the serial- Adventures of Captain Marvel, Chapter 2, The Guillotine
Then, more Shaw Bros, The Avenging Eagle
#wuxia #samurai #serial #film
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Hello and welcome to Samurai Saturday!
First, the serial- Adventures of Captain Marvel, Chapter 2, The Guillotine
Then, more Shaw Bros, The Avenging Eagle
#wuxia #samurai #serial #film
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Stegosaurus Ice cream
A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story
#Wss366 Chief #TimeTravelAuthors 08/7. If your work was an ice cream flavor, what would it be?**Ahead of us, the Jurassic jungle thinned, and the land sloped up. The trees were more widely spaced, but they still obscured my view of the cliffs we were heading towards.
I was grateful to be walking on fallen leaves rather than slogging through the mud. The ferns were still thick in patches, but I threaded my way through them with minimal effort. However, the #chief hazard remained: the native behemoths.
The stagnant air of the swamp was replaced by a gentle breeze blowing through the trees, and my thoughts strayed.
“Ice cream would have been a delightful addition. Hmm, what flavor would my recent adventures be?” I wondered, my fancies taking full flight.
“Something tropical: Mango or peach. Yes, mango would be pleasant. I’d enjoy that. Champagne cocktail flavor would be more appropriate, but do they even make that flavor? Okay, no cheating. How about horehound? That had a nice, old-fashioned sound. I guess that would be cheating too. Sarsaparilla then. That was an old-timey name for root beer, or at least I think.”
I should have paid more attention, as I received a nasty shock when a stegosaurus burst from behind a grove of trees where it had been hidden.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a carnivore. The only damage I sustained was a near-heart attack as the immense beast lumbered past. It was almost comical, with its plates rattling and its tail striking trees as it thudded past. There was a chipped plate midway down its back. It was only funny because I was far enough away that the tail posed no threat.
A minute later, Emily landed and apologised for not spotting it.
She looked nonplussed when I asked her, “Do you think a stegosaurus would like sarsaparilla ice cream?”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Dinosaurs #Humor
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Stegosaurus Ice cream
A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story
#Wss366 Chief #TimeTravelAuthors 08/7. If your work was an ice cream flavor, what would it be?**Ahead of us, the Jurassic jungle thinned, and the land sloped up. The trees were more widely spaced, but they still obscured my view of the cliffs we were heading towards.
I was grateful to be walking on fallen leaves rather than slogging through the mud. The ferns were still thick in patches, but I threaded my way through them with minimal effort. However, the #chief hazard remained: the native behemoths.
The stagnant air of the swamp was replaced by a gentle breeze blowing through the trees, and my thoughts strayed.
“Ice cream would have been a delightful addition. Hmm, what flavor would my recent adventures be?” I wondered, my fancies taking full flight.
“Something tropical: Mango or peach. Yes, mango would be pleasant. I’d enjoy that. Champagne cocktail flavor would be more appropriate, but do they even make that flavor? Okay, no cheating. How about horehound? That had a nice, old-fashioned sound. I guess that would be cheating too. Sarsaparilla then. That was an old-timey name for root beer, or at least I think.”
I should have paid more attention, as I received a nasty shock when a stegosaurus burst from behind a grove of trees where it had been hidden.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a carnivore. The only damage I sustained was a near-heart attack as the immense beast lumbered past. It was almost comical, with its plates rattling and its tail striking trees as it thudded past. There was a chipped plate midway down its back. It was only funny because I was far enough away that the tail posed no threat.
A minute later, Emily landed and apologised for not spotting it.
She looked nonplussed when I asked her, “Do you think a stegosaurus would like sarsaparilla ice cream?”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Dinosaurs #Humor
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Edelweiss Entwined #3
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#Wss366 sovereign“Dither, dither, dither!” Sieglinde's words echoed in the private dining chamber where she sat with her husband. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed her next words. “Are you an idiot?!”
Werdekrf wilted in his chair, his dinner half consumed. His wife had held back the whole time the Archduke’s Conference was underway. But her cold fury had been evident. Now that they were home, it looked like she was going to let loose.
The Aub was pleased when she continued in a more reasonable tone. “We’re lucky Duke Ferdinand didn’t walk out on us. You know his views on dither.” Sarcasm crept into her voice as she imitated her husband’s voice and words. “‘We really can’t consent unless there is a wedding dither match.’ Would you make Hannelore Eifersuneid’s daughter?” (The goddess had unrequited feelings for Chaocipher, the goddess of chaos.)
“It seemed an excellent opportunity, and I gave it up as soon as he resisted.” The Aub pushed away his food and pretended to study the tapestry depicting a dither match.
“What if he had taken offense? The #Sovereignty had approved the proposed engagement. The Zent wouldn’t have been pleased if this match had fallen through. More importantly, Hannelore is excited. Just think how it would affect her if she were thrown over a second time. Has Jugereise not visited her enough?” (Goddess of Separation, associated with lost love and separation.)
“You are right, of course. Sometimes you win dither by playing the long game. Hannelore can teach them the love of the game once she is there.”
Sieglinde rolled her eyes but said no more. Arguing with her dither-crazed husband was futile.
[Continued Sunday]
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Edelweiss Entwined #3
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#Wss366 sovereign“Dither, dither, dither!” Sieglinde's words echoed in the private dining chamber where she sat with her husband. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed her next words. “Are you an idiot?!”
Werdekrf wilted in his chair, his dinner half consumed. His wife had held back the whole time the Archduke’s Conference was underway. But her cold fury had been evident. Now that they were home, it looked like she was going to let loose.
The Aub was pleased when she continued in a more reasonable tone. “We’re lucky Duke Ferdinand didn’t walk out on us. You know his views on dither.” Sarcasm crept into her voice as she imitated her husband’s voice and words. “‘We really can’t consent unless there is a wedding dither match.’ Would you make Hannelore Eifersuneid’s daughter?” (The goddess had unrequited feelings for Chaocipher, the goddess of chaos.)
“It seemed an excellent opportunity, and I gave it up as soon as he resisted.” The Aub pushed away his food and pretended to study the tapestry depicting a dither match.
“What if he had taken offense? The #Sovereignty had approved the proposed engagement. The Zent wouldn’t have been pleased if this match had fallen through. More importantly, Hannelore is excited. Just think how it would affect her if she were thrown over a second time. Has Jugereise not visited her enough?” (Goddess of Separation, associated with lost love and separation.)
“You are right, of course. Sometimes you win dither by playing the long game. Hannelore can teach them the love of the game once she is there.”
Sieglinde rolled her eyes but said no more. Arguing with her dither-crazed husband was futile.
[Continued Sunday]
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Master rolling deployments in #ansible with `serial` for batch control and `max_fail_percentage` to abort on threshold breaches. Ansible runs batch-by-batch, counting failures mid-run. Perfect for zero-downtime updates on any Linux. #snippet #rolling #serial #ValtersIT
https://www.valtersit.com/vault/rolling-update-with-serial-and-max-fail-percentage-c14ba7/
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How does it feel when you survived life's trials with the faith that things would get better tomorrow, yet one day, you must admit that it is tomorrow and it's nothing like you had hoped?
What if at such a low moment you were privileged with an unbelievable check-in from someone you could barely remember?
'...A Light from Above Pt 6: You Never Walk Alone'
The concluding part of the serial.
https://dylanmadeley.com/a-light-from-above-pt-6-you-never-walk-alone/
#fiction #serial #WritingCommunity #BookStodon #blog #IndieAuthor
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How does it feel when you survived life's trials with the faith that things would get better tomorrow, yet one day, you must admit that it is tomorrow and it's nothing like you had hoped?
What if at such a low moment you were privileged with an unbelievable check-in from someone you could barely remember?
'...A Light from Above Pt 6: You Never Walk Alone'
The concluding part of the serial.
https://dylanmadeley.com/a-light-from-above-pt-6-you-never-walk-alone/
#fiction #serial #WritingCommunity #BookStodon #blog #IndieAuthor
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 15: EP 4: 1937, Gardner Island, Midnight
Bijou and Emily find Amelia Earhart.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial #AmeliaEarhart
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 15: EP 4: 1937, Gardner Island, Midnight
Bijou and Emily find Amelia Earhart.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial #AmeliaEarhart
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#TimeTravelingGhostV2 EP 12: Post 123, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Puzzle #TimeTravelAuthors 08/3. Where does your main character live/where are they from?
As the images from my dream faded, I began to panic. The earlier questions haunted me: “Who was I? Where was I? Where had I come from?”
I had the strange conviction that I wasn’t from this time or place. That knowledge had been lost somewhere in the mists of time. What an odd way of putting it. Surely I meant lost in the void of my memory?
No, I meant the former: “Lost in time.”
I shook my head and struggled to my feet. I wouldn’t find any answers lying there. It was of the utmost importance that I learn more.
There it was again: that feeling of almost knowing. I knew the fate of the world depended on my piercing this veil of ignorance. That conviction burned in my mind.
I took stock of my surroundings: the Sphinx, crop circle, path into the forest, tiny wild strawberries winking at me in the grass. I #puzzled over what I should do first.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhostV2 EP 12: Post 123, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Puzzle #TimeTravelAuthors 08/3. Where does your main character live/where are they from?
As the images from my dream faded, I began to panic. The earlier questions haunted me: “Who was I? Where was I? Where had I come from?”
I had the strange conviction that I wasn’t from this time or place. That knowledge had been lost somewhere in the mists of time. What an odd way of putting it. Surely I meant lost in the void of my memory?
No, I meant the former: “Lost in time.”
I shook my head and struggled to my feet. I wouldn’t find any answers lying there. It was of the utmost importance that I learn more.
There it was again: that feeling of almost knowing. I knew the fate of the world depended on my piercing this veil of ignorance. That conviction burned in my mind.
I took stock of my surroundings: the Sphinx, crop circle, path into the forest, tiny wild strawberries winking at me in the grass. I #puzzled over what I should do first.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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Edelweiss Entwined #2
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#Wss366 puzzleAfter the greetings, Eglantine’s maid sampled the food and drink to assure everyone that nothing had been poisoned. Tea and snacks were soon in hand, and the Zent began: “I hope you will pardon Schutzaria’s hand in our affairs, but swift winds are required to obtain Gebordnung’s blessings.”
Rozemyne knit her brow as she #puzzled out the meaning: “Pardon the sudden summons, but it is necessary to maintain order.” Even though she was used to it, she still wished nobles would speak clearly rather than masking everything behind metaphors.
Eglantine continued, “I understand, Duke Ferdinand, you will seek Versprechredi’s blessings. This comes as a surprise and has stirred up the other duchies, especially Korinthsdaum where Eifersuneid whispers council. So, to avoid Chaocipher attendance this year, I would ask if this is true.”
Rozemyne decoded the message again. Understanding what Versprechredi’s blessing meant was easy; Duke Ferdinand would seek a wife. Next, Eifersuneid was the god of jealousy and whispered in Sigiswald, ruler of Korinthsdaum’s ear. No surprise there. Finally, Chaocipher was the goddess of chaos, which meant Eglantine wanted to avoid the council descending into disarray.
Ferdinand put down his tea with a slight clink, showing his irritation, but spoke calmly. “My wife, the Aub, has expressed a wish to cement our relations with Dunkelfelger by making Lady Hannelore my second wife. Her friendship with Rozemyne leads me to believe it would be a good match. The Aub has been handling all the arrangements. We have exchanged gifts, and I received the following.” He laid the handkerchief embroidered with intertwining cornflowers and edelweiss on the table. “We didn’t think we needed to consult with the Sovereignty first, but I assume we have your approval, Zent.”
Eglantine didn’t react to the jab or the slight inflection on her title. Instead, she looked at Rozemyne. “I didn’t realize. I knew you were friends, but without Schicksantracht, I had not foreseen Versprechredi.”
She turned back to Ferdinand and said, “You have my blessing, of course. I will make sure the other duchies know you have my approval. Have you formally spoken to Hannelore’s parents yet?”
“That’s next,” he replied.
[Continued Thursday]
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Edelweiss Entwined #2
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#Wss366 puzzleAfter the greetings, Eglantine’s maid sampled the food and drink to assure everyone that nothing had been poisoned. Tea and snacks were soon in hand, and the Zent began: “I hope you will pardon Schutzaria’s hand in our affairs, but swift winds are required to obtain Gebordnung’s blessings.”
Rozemyne knit her brow as she #puzzled out the meaning: “Pardon the sudden summons, but it is necessary to maintain order.” Even though she was used to it, she still wished nobles would speak clearly rather than masking everything behind metaphors.
Eglantine continued, “I understand, Duke Ferdinand, you will seek Versprechredi’s blessings. This comes as a surprise and has stirred up the other duchies, especially Korinthsdaum where Eifersuneid whispers council. So, to avoid Chaocipher attendance this year, I would ask if this is true.”
Rozemyne decoded the message again. Understanding what Versprechredi’s blessing meant was easy; Duke Ferdinand would seek a wife. Next, Eifersuneid was the god of jealousy and whispered in Sigiswald, ruler of Korinthsdaum’s ear. No surprise there. Finally, Chaocipher was the goddess of chaos, which meant Eglantine wanted to avoid the council descending into disarray.
Ferdinand put down his tea with a slight clink, showing his irritation, but spoke calmly. “My wife, the Aub, has expressed a wish to cement our relations with Dunkelfelger by making Lady Hannelore my second wife. Her friendship with Rozemyne leads me to believe it would be a good match. The Aub has been handling all the arrangements. We have exchanged gifts, and I received the following.” He laid the handkerchief embroidered with intertwining cornflowers and edelweiss on the table. “We didn’t think we needed to consult with the Sovereignty first, but I assume we have your approval, Zent.”
Eglantine didn’t react to the jab or the slight inflection on her title. Instead, she looked at Rozemyne. “I didn’t realize. I knew you were friends, but without Schicksantracht, I had not foreseen Versprechredi.”
She turned back to Ferdinand and said, “You have my blessing, of course. I will make sure the other duchies know you have my approval. Have you formally spoken to Hannelore’s parents yet?”
“That’s next,” he replied.
[Continued Thursday]
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Here's CHAPTER 2 of my new web serial, Harry Hollowdrop's Unwanted Adventure! A modern Pitfall fan fiction. Please enjoy "Just be a challenger, okay?"
https://jenkirchner.com/2026/08/02/harry-hollowdrop-chapter-2/
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Here's CHAPTER 2 of my new web serial, Harry Hollowdrop's Unwanted Adventure! A modern Pitfall fan fiction. Please enjoy "Just be a challenger, okay?"
https://jenkirchner.com/2026/08/02/harry-hollowdrop-chapter-2/
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A KVM Without the V (Or the M)
https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://hackaday.com/2026/08/02/a-kvm-without-the-v-or-the-m/
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Edelweiss Entwined Part 1
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#Wss366 Friend / International Friendship DayZent Eglantine’s chief scholar, Roswitha, greeted Alexandria’s arriving rulers. If the pair hadn’t been expecting her, they would have been stunned by the arrogance of the “invitation” she offered. As it was, Ferdinand frowned throughout Roswitha’s speech. They weren't even being allowed to settle in before being rushed off to meet the Zent.
Rozemyne recalled Ferdinand’s thoughts when they were first informed that an invitation was pending: “This is just what I was afraid of. Give a person the crown, and they will begin to throw their weight around. Be prepared, if she tries to bully us, I’ll flatten her.”
Rozemyne replied, “Eglantine is a #friend. She’ll have a good explanation for this.”
“She had better. You would be advised to remember that friendship has no place in royal politics. Nor should it in inter-duchy relations. Her job is to ensure the welfare of the Sovereignty and Yurgenschmidt. Ours is to look after the interests of Alexandria. Please remember that.”
Rozemyne nodded. Any other response would have precipitated a full-on scolding.
That conversation had taken place in Alexandria, but now they were at the Royal Academy for the Archduke Conference, faced with a “tea party.” She always dreaded these gatherings, and this one sounded worse than usual with Ferdinand in a bad mood and some serious, unknown business at hand.
Fortunately, Roswitha gave Rozemyne little time to worry, instead leading them straight to a meeting room richly decorated in the current Sovereignty style. Thick tapestries covered the walls illustrating various religious scenes. A centuries-old oak table lay in the center of the room, surrounded by chairs with luxurious cushions. A selection of tea and treats was laid out, including old-fashioned, heavy, sugary pastries, as well as many of Aub Rozemyne’s lighter creations.
Under other circumstances, Rozemyne would have been delighted to see the Zent display her goods, but not today. This wasn’t a friendly social tea, but something serious.
[Continued tomorrow]
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Edelweiss Entwined Part 1
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#Wss366 Friend / International Friendship DayZent Eglantine’s chief scholar, Roswitha, greeted Alexandria’s arriving rulers. If the pair hadn’t been expecting her, they would have been stunned by the arrogance of the “invitation” she offered. As it was, Ferdinand frowned throughout Roswitha’s speech. They weren't even being allowed to settle in before being rushed off to meet the Zent.
Rozemyne recalled Ferdinand’s thoughts when they were first informed that an invitation was pending: “This is just what I was afraid of. Give a person the crown, and they will begin to throw their weight around. Be prepared, if she tries to bully us, I’ll flatten her.”
Rozemyne replied, “Eglantine is a #friend. She’ll have a good explanation for this.”
“She had better. You would be advised to remember that friendship has no place in royal politics. Nor should it in inter-duchy relations. Her job is to ensure the welfare of the Sovereignty and Yurgenschmidt. Ours is to look after the interests of Alexandria. Please remember that.”
Rozemyne nodded. Any other response would have precipitated a full-on scolding.
That conversation had taken place in Alexandria, but now they were at the Royal Academy for the Archduke Conference, faced with a “tea party.” She always dreaded these gatherings, and this one sounded worse than usual with Ferdinand in a bad mood and some serious, unknown business at hand.
Fortunately, Roswitha gave Rozemyne little time to worry, instead leading them straight to a meeting room richly decorated in the current Sovereignty style. Thick tapestries covered the walls illustrating various religious scenes. A centuries-old oak table lay in the center of the room, surrounded by chairs with luxurious cushions. A selection of tea and treats was laid out, including old-fashioned, heavy, sugary pastries, as well as many of Aub Rozemyne’s lighter creations.
Under other circumstances, Rozemyne would have been delighted to see the Zent display her goods, but not today. This wasn’t a friendly social tea, but something serious.
[Continued tomorrow]
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Hello, and welcome to this week's Samurai Saturday!
Up first, a new serial. From 1941, it's Adventures of Captain Marvel, Chapter 1, Curse of the Scorpion
Then, more from the quick-draw masseur. The Blind Swordsman #15, Zatoichi’s Cane Sword
#samurai #serial #film
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Hello, and welcome to this week's Samurai Saturday!
Up first, a new serial. From 1941, it's Adventures of Captain Marvel, Chapter 1, Curse of the Scorpion
Then, more from the quick-draw masseur. The Blind Swordsman #15, Zatoichi’s Cane Sword
#samurai #serial #film
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 122, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 August #TimeTravelAuthors 08/1. Introduce your story (optional: use the word "wish")
For a long time, all I could focus on was the blue sky. A single, wispy cloud floated there. Then, my eyes drifted down to a marble sphinx that loomed over me, wings folded at its sides. I examined, uncomprehending, the weathered stains and moss growing in the creases of its sides. Ferns grew on its paws, along with a solitary scrubby bush. I felt heavy, and my brain was fuzzy. Then the questions occurred to me: “Who am I?” and “Where was I?”
The situation was dimly familiar. Hadn’t I forgotten everything before? Right, there had been that alley with the graffiti of the Eye of Providence, or was it a pink coral pyramid with giant azure dragonflies? I #wished I could remember, but it was all a jumble.
“Think! Think!”
“Rabbits and Templars. I had been fleeing them. Why? A meeting… Cyprus… 1191. That must be why I’m wearing medieval priest’s robes. And something about their calling a meteor to destroy humanity.”
I shuddered at the image of a flaming ball crossing a blue sky. Suddenly, a hot flash caused me to flush, leaving me uncomfortably damp with sweat.
I parted the grass I lay in, looking for Emily, but I was alone in a forest of #august oaks: gnarled trees whose branches brushed the Sphinx’s sides. Tall ferns crowded its bronze base, a path threading through them.
“Emily?” I muttered. Then, turning my head to look for her, I saw an open meadow sloping away from me. In its center lay a large trampled circle where feet had beaten down the grass.
“Fairies?” I asked myself. But that was crazy.
It must have all been a wild, vivid nightmare. Who’d ever heard of fairies or rabbits with rifles? The vision of them in Nazi uniforms and Templar surcoats flared in my mind and then faded.
A dream? It all had to be a confused vision, and Emily must be a figment of my sleeping brain. Why did that make me want to cry?
A tear ran down my cheek.
Welcome to volume two of “Bijou the Time-Traveling Ghost.” We open in the far future, 1,802,701 of the Common Era, and with poor Bijou only vaguely remembering Emily, the Lapin Cabal, the Illuminati, Templars, and the Covenant of Judas.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 122, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 August #TimeTravelAuthors 08/1. Introduce your story (optional: use the word "wish")
For a long time, all I could focus on was the blue sky. A single, wispy cloud floated there. Then, my eyes drifted down to a marble sphinx that loomed over me, wings folded at its sides. I examined, uncomprehending, the weathered stains and moss growing in the creases of its sides. Ferns grew on its paws, along with a solitary scrubby bush. I felt heavy, and my brain was fuzzy. Then the questions occurred to me: “Who am I?” and “Where was I?”
The situation was dimly familiar. Hadn’t I forgotten everything before? Right, there had been that alley with the graffiti of the Eye of Providence, or was it a pink coral pyramid with giant azure dragonflies? I #wished I could remember, but it was all a jumble.
“Think! Think!”
“Rabbits and Templars. I had been fleeing them. Why? A meeting… Cyprus… 1191. That must be why I’m wearing medieval priest’s robes. And something about their calling a meteor to destroy humanity.”
I shuddered at the image of a flaming ball crossing a blue sky. Suddenly, a hot flash caused me to flush, leaving me uncomfortably damp with sweat.
I parted the grass I lay in, looking for Emily, but I was alone in a forest of #august oaks: gnarled trees whose branches brushed the Sphinx’s sides. Tall ferns crowded its bronze base, a path threading through them.
“Emily?” I muttered. Then, turning my head to look for her, I saw an open meadow sloping away from me. In its center lay a large trampled circle where feet had beaten down the grass.
“Fairies?” I asked myself. But that was crazy.
It must have all been a wild, vivid nightmare. Who’d ever heard of fairies or rabbits with rifles? The vision of them in Nazi uniforms and Templar surcoats flared in my mind and then faded.
A dream? It all had to be a confused vision, and Emily must be a figment of my sleeping brain. Why did that make me want to cry?
A tear ran down my cheek.
Welcome to volume two of “Bijou the Time-Traveling Ghost.” We open in the far future, 1,802,701 of the Common Era, and with poor Bijou only vaguely remembering Emily, the Lapin Cabal, the Illuminati, Templars, and the Covenant of Judas.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 121, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 Brandy #TimeTravelAuthors 07/31. Author's choice/promo
The canister held by the Grand Marshal’s attendants was bullet-shaped, the size of a large artillery shell, and dull black like anodized aluminum. No twelfth-century smith had forged this futuristic object.
“I present Simon Magus risen from the dead,” said Sir Sablé with reverence.
A murmur swept through the room. Near me, a man muttered, “Magus? What heresy is this?”
Sablé’s hands passed over the container, and the front slid back. The vessel was definitely not of twelfth-century origin. It couldn’t even have been constructed in my own era. A head with a short, curly beard, and Palestinian features was revealed. His skin was an unhealthy color, blotched like ivory that had been buried for centuries.
Another murmur arose, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Montferrat’s hand clench; knuckles white. Was his displeasure with this conclave the true reason for his assassination?
Simon opened his eyes and spoke, “Silence, for on your account I have risen; that I may guide the lost sheep and hasten the coming of our Lord.”
“But wait,” he continued. “I sense one who is not of you: a spider garbed as a holy dove.”
His eyes, the color of #brandy, burnt into me, and he began spewing Latin. “Te maledico ut sis terrenus. Alae tuae mihi caeduntur.”
I grew heavy, and the room seemed to be bathed in light. Knowledge flooded my mind: the bishop was Philippe de Dreux of Beauvais, hated by King Richard; and the Grand Marshal’s attendants were Gilbert Horal and Brother Aimery, Marshal of the Temple. I had come to the Holy Lands after my wife, Mary, had died in childbirth.
I suddenly understood Simon’s Latin. “I bind you. Ensnare you in your own web,” he chanted.
Emily was rushing towards me, but I felt weak and sick. I had only moments to react. I was being bound to this time.
“In the sacred and forbidden names of the Lord, be cursed…”
I wished to be far away, safely beyond the reach of the Lapin Cabal and its allies.
The lights flickered, and I felt as if my soul was being torn from my body. Then darkness descended.
When I awoke, I was lying in tall grass. Above me stood a weathered marble phoenix, perched on a bronze base. I looked around. I was alone. Emily was nowhere to be seen.
Thus ends Volume I of “Bijou the Time-Traveling Ghost.” We have traveled from the birth of a spirit robbed of all memory of herself to the discovery of an eon-old conspiracy to destroy the world as we know it. An illustrated and revised version of this story is currently being serialized at:
If you would like to catch up or are interested in reading an improved version, please join me on one of those sites.
Nara Moore
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar #Templars
