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apparently this was enough of an issue to go in multiple letter books

they also said fuck anon hate

losing it that this 1893 letter writer has a whole section on how to Carefully Consider if it's really worth starting letter drama (the answer is no. tear up your letter)

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victorian social hacks to make people come to your party: don't mention your husband

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implementing my vision from yesterday

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anytime tumblr doesn't load now i have a moment of fear that my account has been murdered again. tumblr don't do this to me my poor heart can't take it

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losing it that this 1893 letter writer has a whole section on how to Carefully Consider if it's really worth starting letter drama (the answer is no. tear up your letter)

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happy 2 year anniversary to the mistake i had no idea i was making!!! twitch is 2 real life years old now🎉🎉🎉

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one final attack for artfight, featuring as much of the community as i could squeeze in before my wrist went to visit the boatman!!! (i sincerely apologize for my phone camera quality) based on 'rumor'! tags and inspiration below the cut:

Jamie Awnings ( @thedeafprophet ) Harper Faraday and Florence the weasel (@the-insouciant-scientist ) Orsinio Elderwood ( @house-of-mirrors ) Twitchery Lazaret and Grace Darling (@capn-twitchery ) Elias Leroux (Mine!!!) The Ex-Disgraced Academic (@alexis-royce ) The Anachronistic Tailor (@queenburd ) Thursday Volante (also mine!!!) August Shaw ( @zeebreezin ) Howard Meoward (@letters-of-fire ) Oswald Emerson (@lord-emerson) Ockham (@viric-dreams) Logan/The Six-Fingered Scrimshander (@t6fs) Hiram Hastings Hargrave Hell's Host (@esteemed-excellency) and it ends again on jamie!

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WAIT THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA FOR AN ASK MEME slides over either/both of my ocs for drakona's writing, if they want 👀

Capn. Twitchery + Lt. Grace:

Slowly, my surroundings faded back into my awareness. I found them quite askance, the floor rough against my cheek and tilted at an odd angle and the walls unusually curved; a faint swaying motion pervaded my senses. In my bleary state, I thought it the effect of the poison finishing its fiendish work.

I then took note of two shadowed figures standing over me; from my current position I could not tell much more than one of them being taller than the other, and having, as it seemed to me at the time, strangely gleaming eyes.

A repeating series of short taps was reverberating through the floorboard, and, unfortunately, through my very skull and eyes. Then, abruptly, it stopped.

"Aha!" exclaimed the taller one. "Lieutenant, I do believe our guest isn't dead anymore."

Their voice, light with a slight erratic edge to it, was as painful to my ears as the previous noise.

I made an attempt to express that I was never dead in the first place — even envenomed, I hardly would have forgotten playing a match with the Boatman — but found it challenging to produce more than an incoherent rasp.

"I believe they can hear us, Captain," said the shorter shadow in a softer, more measured voice that turned one's mind to comforting things like the routine lighting and dimming of lamps and newspaper crosswords. It too was laced with anxiety, restrained but all the more apparent for it.

Captain. This single word made all scattered puzzle pieces fall into place at once: I was in the dimly lit hold of a ship. At zee.

"I should hope so!" the captain replied energetically to their lieutenant, and approached me. The sound of their footsteps explained to me the noise that startled me to alertness: it was the tapping of their foot.

Once close to me, they crouched, inspecting my ragged form. A long, thin finger poked unceremoniously at my shoulder.

"Hullo? Are you with us, Detective?"

The distance that still remained between us despite their bending down was impressive; they struck a tall figure. From my vantage point on the floor, my view of them consisted of polished boots, cascading hair, and what I now understood to be a pair of large, diamond-shaped green spectacles. The mere sight of them instantly adjusted my understanding of the situation.

I wasn't in the hold of just any ship. I'd been abducted by the Pirate-Queen themself.

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busy day & been feeling real bad. excuse me if i'm even slower than usual ty for your patience etc etc

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i always try & wiggle events around so twitch & grace both experience it together. but i can't think about this one too long or i'll have to bite tbrough something

how do you make sure you don't lose eachother when time is warping all over the place?? what if you get misaligned?? gotta stay right by eachother's sides to stay at the same time. gotta hold onto eachother when you keep accidentally teleporting to random corners of the map so you don't get lost. gotta use eachother like an anchor

and then it teleports them to the avid horizon with 0 warning. but grace isn't alone this time, (even if he is panicking) & twitch is throwing their coat on him to keep him warm before he even registers where they are. nevermind that it doesn't really fit him anymore, and nevermind that he's protesting that twitch is going to be cold, they're already on the floor with the map trying to get him out of there immediately.

and then they end up in the palace honey basements. twitch has never been there before, but grace has, he'd recognise it anywhere, and he knows it's the worst place for twitch to be. but it's dark enough that maybe if he works fast, he can stop twitch from fully realising where they are. the air smells of honey, but maybe if he tells them to stay still & keep their eyes closed, if he keeps them talking & distracted enough not to touch the cell walls, just for long enough for him to get them home, then they'll be safe

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Wait oh no I forgot, I just remembered Horatio's birthday is July 28 and POOR ORSINIO he's already feeling down about remembering Nemesis and loss and trying to dwell on good memories of his brother, and then all that shit happens, reality breaks down, and he's thrust back into vivid flashbacks of his vengeance quest when he was in a really bad headspace and had not processed his grief yet at all. Vivid to the point of physically revisiting, in order, new newgate, the palace and honey, tomb colonies, iron republic, NORTH

The timing with his brother's birthday just makes things EXPONENTIALLY worse and more layered

Somebody give all nemesis pcs a break especially Orsinio 😭 how much worse is it gonna get

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firedrake I am bestowing upon you the highest honor (part 2/2)

Apocalyptica - Not Strong Enough | Intimate with a Dreaming Detective by herearedragons

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oh my god they put twitch in a cage in the fucking honey cellars under the palace

i think that's maybe the worst thing you can do to them, ever, actually?????

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Photograph taken in 1954 of Admiral Nelson's flagship, HMS Victory, covered in snow at its berth in Portsmouth Dockyard.

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oh my god they put twitch in a cage in the fucking honey cellars under the palace

i think that's maybe the worst thing you can do to them, ever, actually?????

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my name is failbetter

I made The Game

it was difficult to put the London together

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OH CMON I JUST REDUCED ALL MY SCANDAL AND NOW I HAVE TO GO TO THE TOMB COLONIES FOR THE NEXT CLUE,