#lemony things

[whatdoyouseemartin]

i love that one of jonathan harker's first reactions to being trapped in a terrible horrible no good very bad situation is to compare it to what is essentially pop cultural fiction for him. the arabian nights and hamlet would've been wildly popular at the time (especially given stoker's very close pals henry irving and ellen terry had just staged a successful run of hamlet in the west end and the rise of 'eastern' literature in victorian england)

it's the 1897 equivalent of blorboposting when you're going through it and being like "oh this is just like me fr"

[random-autie-fangirl]

The holy quartet of video game narrators which are actually living beings (...and also kinda suck)

[starboundsingularities]

what if i told you i'm making this a series

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[stew4]

to have an accurate understanding of lemony snicket in all the wrong questions you have to grasp that him solving mysteries is 5-20% skill depending on the case and literally everything else is pure luck. This kid is a shitty detective you must understand. He is bullshitting his way through this and it’s only working because he is the gods’ favourite (NEGATIVE)

[albertvictoria-art]

BIG ART PRINT SALE

I've updated my bigcartel shop with some special art print designs! These are some of the available prints you can find! I've also decided to release special editions of some of my designs, so you will find that "Succumb to the darkness", "Bella Baxter" and "The Marvelous Marriage" are decorated with an ornamental drawn frame and printed on a special white laid paper (honestly my favourite paper) that adds a little texture.

[whoslaurapalmer]

struck by an idea i refuse to commit to bc I firmly believe bea and bertrand did not know lemony was alive and i do not need to deal with this revelation at 11:53 at night but you know. what would make. an amount of sense. if they DID know. if they were in contact with him while he was on the run. all that time. if the things lemony writes about the kids and bea and bertrand in the books, the memories the kids have of their parents before the fire, were things he knew because bea and bertrand told him

[authenticity2025]

When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them. Lemony Snicket

[summerchild22]

"I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice likes to sit around and watch everything go wrong"

- Lemony Snicket the Beatrice letters

x.o.x.o 💋

[antimony-ore]

Do you ever get upset that when you whine no one seems to listen, but when people who are perfectly fine and/or literal scammers whine they get like 50 bucks, head, and a kitten?

[asouefanworkevent]

oh! your mysterious moderator appears, with a picture of lemony snicket? is it that time of year already?

woevember, the asoue/atwq fanwork week, is coming to us all once more! stay tuned for this year's event post, arriving tuesday 🍂

[foursidecity]

Worst fear is someone irl I don't know asking me what my special interest is and me going ough uhm. Erm.. ahh. Ough. I dunno. And then the whole world blows up and everyone thinks I'm a fraud

[onesnoopyaday]

Snoopy #28

29/10/2024

[lemony-snickers]

god, am i increasingly destined to rp as a younger version of myself until the end of my days?

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

all persons that were in charge of netflix’s asoue deserve a million dollars

[naenaex0xx]

ITS 12AM HOW DID THIS HAPPEN ?!??!?!!??!?!??!

[theredjenny]

[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? for any oc you want to talk about

I’m gonna go with Fen! Thank you for the ask!!

It is the sound of your best friends' laughter. It is the sunlight streaming through the leaves high above, cool autumn breezes against your skin, the crisp, earthy, nearly sweet scent of leaves as they crunch beneath your feet. It is the feeling of your hunting partner ever at your side, the salty taste of the jerky you chew on longer hunts, knowing Tamlen always packed extra because you were likely to forget, safety in the knowledge that he will always have your back. It’s the tangy sweet taste of the hearth cake you pass around as you listen to Hahren Paivel weaving stories by the fire, the sound of Ilen's carving knife scraping across ironbark. Ashalle fretting over the small knicks and scrapes you received pushing through the brambles while hunting, and the insistence to repair any tears in your shirts. The warmth of Tamlen's back against yours as he regales the younger kids with stories of the trouble you've brewed together. Merrill's head in your lap, soft even breaths as you braid daisies into her fine hair. The feeling of a halla's wet nose and velvet fur around its mouth as it takes the treats you snuck past Maren from your hand. Marethari's fond exasperation when you return from a hunt with Tamlen and Fenarel all covered in mud up to your armpits.

It is the ache in your chest, burning and twisting and ever-alight, knowing you will never return. You cannot return. There is no following the halla trails back.