#memories of the mansion

[alby-rei]

The Shy & Clumsy Physicist (IkeVamp; Isaac Newton)

a/n: I haven’t opened the ikevamp app in months, and when I did revisit it the other day, I was hit with nostalgia from the music alone. Decided to tackle an old wip from a retrospective angle, thinking of doing the same to the rest of the bunch. Thus, I present to you a piece of my Memories of the Mansion, talking to Isaac Newton for the first time. 

[Characters]: You & Isaac (ft. Napoleon)

[Word count]: ~1000 words

[Notes]: Pre-relationship, first meetings, can be read as platonic, gender-neutral reader

~*~

In a mansion full of accomplished and renowned historical figures, Isaac Newton was no slouch. If anything, he was among the most dedicated to continuing his previous life's work. He could work for hours on a single contraption without a care for the outside world, never losing patience and or focus. And yet, whenever you walked into the room he was working in or made your presence known to the hard-working scientist, something in him would switch.

He'd stumble on his words and bump his elbow or knee against the nearest furniture. It's like he'd lost all sense of spatial awareness, and his vision tunneled in on you and every shift of your facial expression.

Isaac's demeanor was endearing, to say the least. You may even call it cute. But the longer it persisted, the more you worried about him. He could seriously injure himself soon, if he hasn't already.

One time, you greeted him in the hall on your way to the kitchen as he came down the stairs from the second floor. His foot missed a step and nearly sent him tumbling down if it weren't for Napoleon's quick reflexes pulling his arm back to straighten him.

"You've been spacing out a lot lately, something on your mind?" Napoleon asked.

"No, no. I'm quite alright." You were already gone behind the swinging kitchen door when he looked back.

"I see. It is not something, but someone that is on your mind, hm?" Napoleon nudged.

Isaac whipped his head around. "How did you know?"

"You just told me, with your eyes." Napoleon tilted his head in the same direction as Isaac's gaze a second ago. He smirked. "And your reaction confirmed it."

"Nothing escapes you it seems." Isaac sighed. "But it really is nothing. I just feel so nervous around them."

"The new helper? Why’s that?"

Before Isaac could elaborate on his dilemma, you emerged again from the kitchen, looking much relieved to be empty-handed.

"And how do you do, gentlemen?" You greeted cordially, imitating a guest at a ball.  

Napoleon played along, bowing in response. "All is well, et tu?"

"Much the same, thank you, Monsieur Bonaparte."

You shared a laugh, and Isaac looked between you two like you spoke some ancient tongue he was unaware of.

"Just 'Napoleon' will do, no need to be so formal."

"Right, still getting used to that," you said. You smiled at both of them. Isaac looked like he wanted to say something, but it remained caught in his throat. "I better get to my next task. Sebastian really isn't going easy on me, despite it being my second week! See ya!"

"Do let us know if you ever need help." Napoleon called out to your retreating figure.

"How did you do that?" Isaac asked.

"Do what?"

"Talk with them so...normally, casually."

"How to talk to MC?" Napoleon echoed. "Words are a good start."

"I'm serious!" Isaac's face warmed up, and his friend's laughter wasn't doing him any favors. "It's not that simple."

"But it is. Alright, how about this: talk about your day or your work. I'm sure they'd love to hear about it."

Isaac didn't understand the logic behind it. Would you really be willing to listen to him babble about equations and theories, that even he wasn't certain of yet? No, no. That won't do, he thought, shaking his head. Napoleon patted his shoulder and told him that you two will talk at some point, seeing as you'll be living in the same mansion for an undefined period of time.

Isaac thought it over when he returned to the library to continue his work. He even practiced some conversation starters on his pet hedgehog, Harry, when he fed him.

Later the same day, Isaac walked past the lounge on his way to get Rouge. From the corner of his eye, he spotted you in there, fiddling with a gramophone.

"Ah, that's—!"

"Wah!"

Isaac's outburst startled you, and you almost knocked the gramophone right off of its station. You held it in place while also holding your breath. Safe.

"I'm so sorry," Isaac said. "What were you doing with that?"

"Oh, this? I wanted to see if it played any music." You rubbed your arm sheepishly.

"I'm afraid it won't. I haven't fully reassembled it yet."

"Reassembled?" You echoed.

"I took it apart, yes. It's a hobby of mine, observing how it works and then putting it back together."

You looked at him stunned, and your silence worried him.

"W-what's wrong? Was it something I said?" Isaac’s shoulders tensed.

"I don't think...I've ever heard you talk so much before." You covered your mouth. "Oh no, that was rude. I meant, we haven't gotten a chance to really talk, you know..." You trailed.

"Q-quite right. Well, be sure, I'll have that gramophone fixed in no time," he said.

"Could I watch you while you do that?"

"Pardon?"

"Watch you work, I mean. If you're okay with it, of course."

Isaac wasn't used to having a willing audience. It made him nervous. He tugged at his hair in thought. What should he do? Napoleon's words came back to him. 'Words are a good start.' Yes, words! He passed that first obstacle. And he can do a little better than that. He left to get his tools from the library. When he returned, he found you with a tray of Rouge and sandwiches prepared.

"I'm no expert, but I believe it's not proper to work on an empty stomach," you said.

For the first time since you arrived at the mansion, Isaac smiled. It was a good look on him, you mused, gave him a boyish innocence.

The two of you sat on the floor, and Isaac went into focus-mode. He didn't mind your questions and even talked through his process with you. He sounded more confident, excited even. You helped organize his tools for him as he switched between them. As you looked at him working animatedly, you thought to yourself, he wasn’t so intimidating after all. He’s an introvert, like any other from your time period. But he was also brilliant, the way he carefully handled the project in front of him spoke of his meticulous nature. You looked forward to learning more about him.

Silently standing at the doorway was none other than Isaac’s friend and confidant smiling at the sight before him. Napoleon knew his friend had it in him, he just needed a little nudge in the right direction.

~*~

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[nostalgicfun]

"The Blue Room," 2008

[cali-kabi]

~ Happy 16th anniversary to Smash Bros Brawl :D💫🌟I really love this game sm and wanted to make some art of it :)✨

✨a few screenshots I took are below the cut^^💫

~💫🌟

[galaxygermdraws]

More color experiments. This time featuring Luigi’s Mansion, the Negative Zone thing from Smash Bros Brawl, Dimentio being a little piece of garbage, and then smth smth Mario in his dreams experiencing memories he rlly shouldn’t have 

(relogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyuuuuu)

[notbecauseofvictories]

I realize this is a weird question for a Sunday morning, but does anybody have particularly incisive articles about the tension between architectural preservation and the need (because I do think it's a need!) for new buildings, new spaces, and revising the landscape of a city?

I'm watching a piece on Richard Nickel, who is almost single-handedly responsible for photographing the work of Louis Sullivan and other architects of the Chicago Prairie School, prior to their demolition in the 60s. It's a great piece, and I love Nickel's photographs, but as someone who knows only the Chicago that sprang up in the wake of Nickel's, I can't help but wonder if there's more than simple aesthetics at play here.

[starry-space-galaxy]

Out of curiosity, does anybody remember this?

[montypng]

every once in a while i remember that one xmen fic i read ages ago that put pietro maximoff through the most gruesome, agonizing, and soul-crushing time loop experience i have ever seen before or since and well. i am not even into xmen that much . i will never forget it.

[doortotomorrow]

SHIPS IN THE SPOTLIGHT : memori edition objects and places

[skeletalheartattack]

im showing my friend clanker the awesome six eggs and single ice key i found today

[rottenlittlefink]

Growing up as Gen z (especially in the Bible Belt) is so weird like imagine one day you’re playing conkers bad fur day64 on your THICC tv that makes your arm hairs stand when u go anywhere near the screen

Then SUDDENLY you get “FUTURE SHOCK” in your teens/20s 😭

[kats-chaotic-wonderland]

"What would she think of me, and the monster we've become..."

The things trauma can do to someone. I've never actually looked at the transition she goes through, and finally putting them side by side the change is drastic.

[tortoisesshells]

5 sentence drabble ask: Henry/Emma, #11 (for old time's sake...)

If memory was a linen-press (thought Emma Green, scrubbing viciously at her hands, the soap going pink-red from dried blood) it was a badly-made one: the mice and moths got in, inevitably, eating holes in what she’d laid aside. She had nearly forgotten the sound of her father’s voice, or her mother’s, in the time since they had fled to Richmond – she had no idea, rightly, when she had met Henry Hopkins, only that it must have been within a day or two of returning to Mansion House – important things, gone just as surely as the names of last week’s dead. But there the metaphor came apart. There was no sense of care or prizing in what went into that cabinet – Tom Fairfax’s brains leaking out into the dust of the street jostling with kind words and lukewarm tisanes in Mary Foster’s hands with a handful of wildflowers, that Henry had brought in from the countryside, half wilted from the heat of the road. Henry had kissed her then, and, for a moment, the flowers went unremembered.

Send me a number and two (or more!) characters, and get a five sentence drabble!

[nostalgicfun]

Bedroom, 2008

[thejazzywaffles]

Nintendo 2024 game lineup, maybe

IDK I'm just guessing for most of this list.

January - Another Code: Recollection

February - Mario vs Donkey Kong, Metroid Prime 2 and 3 enhanced ports

March - Princess Peach: Showtime

May - Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door

June - Mario Sluggers 3

July - Luigi's Mansion 2 HD, Fire Emblem: The Holy War

August - The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker HD, The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess HD

September - Kirby spinoff game (eShop)

October - Metroid Prime 4, the launch of the Switch successor console

November - Pokemon: Black & White remakes (still on Switch), Something for the Switch 2

December - Something for the Switch 2

[strange-doll-child]

Hi!! Huge haunted mansion/Phantom manor/disney park nerd here- So if you don't mind me asking..

What's up with the SLG comics? What is their deal?

I tried my best looking into them but really only got cover art and listings for them. They seem pretty gritty? I could be getting that wrong, though.

In all honesty my friend I have no idea what's going on with like- The entirety of the SLG comics no matter how many times I decide to look at some of them, if anything to me it seems inconsistent

I've never read many of the SLG entries either, only the hitchhiker ones and the organist one which is kinda dark, the hitchhiker ones are a little bit more funny and- Almost cutesy in a way, though mainly through artstyle I think? Thanks to there being multiple artists and writers for each different story in the issues it kinda changes

I think they're just a lot of different interpretations of the characters in these couple of comic issues. There were 7 official, and the 8th was canceled, but two of the stories are available

The fandom wiki got some good summaries of the stories in the SLG comics. The tone tends to be inconsistent like I said, but some of them are pretty fun

[harmcityherald]

Old hotel on cathedral, Lincoln once stayed on second floor. One of our furniture skates disappeared from under a file, I'm betting Lincoln took it.