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this drawing started off as tv crowley and aziraphale dressed like their book cover counterparts, but then I got carried away and it turned out... not being exactly that anymore đ¤ˇđťââď¸
so... late 80s/early 90s au? (aka. literally the book lol)
You know the biggest loss of the decline of physical media and the rise of streaming? DVD special features.
Oh my god I love it
So, who was gonna tell me that âNo Nightingalesâ is a book about two ghosts preventing a war from happening, then being in a love-hate relationship and not talking to each other for 66 years in a house on Berkeley Square??
finally got the answer to when i got this account. did have a different one before but now we know
Been working on these for a few weeks now, and they're finally done! I really missed having the Script Book to refer to, especially when writing fic, so I made the next best thing, which is some transcripts (+minor descriptions) EPISODE ONE EPISODE TWO EPISODE THREE EPISODE FOUR EPISODE FIVE EPISODE SIX
UPDATE: Google docs links below: Episode One Episode Two Episode Three Episode Four Episode Five Episode Six
1. find any possible intro message, could be something youâve talked about or something on social media or a question based on something you know about them
2. ask follow up questions to your intro message
3. keep asking follow up questions (maybe throw in some personal details)
4. write a message with ZERO questions but something that invites questions from the other part. this forces the convo to become more two-sided because youâre no longer the one extending the conversation
5. keep doing this. once you have a bit of a habit of texting you can change topics more freely or even casually make plans
remember, be brave!
Also, Julian researching Ouija boards definitely feels like him. And of course dru would want one
Secrets of blackthorn hall really makes every week so much better
Dear Bruce,
Sorry itâs been a long time since Iâve written in you. Everythingâs been kind of crazy since Ty sent the Ghost Sensor. Which was incredibly helpful and nice of him, and we decided that even if it didnât work weâd still tell him it did, but that didnât turn out to matter. It definitely works. The minute we unpacked it, it started to make weird little crackles and beeps. It didnât seem to be reacting to anything specific, it was more like it was reacting to the environment of the house, fussing about it like a grumpy baby.
Julian decided to use it kind of like a divining rod, following where the strongest crackles and beeps seemed to be. We spent probably an hour traipsing through the house while the sensor made whistling sounds like an angry teakettle.
Eventually the sensor led us to one of the upstairs hallways. Thereâs no furniture in it now, and it looks a bit forlorn, with bits of tattered curtains hanging from the windows and an empty frame on the wall. It was also pretty eerie, standing in that room with the sensor going crazy but not being able to see anything. We both looked at each other, thinking,
Is there a ghost in here with us right now?
At that moment, I remembered what Iâd read in Tatiana Lightwoodâs diary, how sheâd hidden the pages of her old diary in the wall. I went over to the wall and tapped on it. Jules picked up on what I was doing right away and started tapping on the wall as well, and we found a spot that echoed hollowly. We both stared at it for a minute, before Julian said, âHang on.â He went downstairs and returned with a sledgehammer. He started to swing at the wall but I stopped him. âI really think you should take your jacket off while you do this. And maybe your shirt, too.â
Obligingly, he stripped down to his undershirt. Thatâs my guy. I may have taken a picture.
Plaster started flying everywhere. Pretty soon Julian had smashed through the wall, revealing a dark hollow space behind it.
Julian backed off while I reached inside. I cannot tell you how many spiderwebs I touched, Bruce. It was disgusting. Finally I pulled out a bunch of old clumped together pages. I canât help but think they are Tatianaâs old diary pages, the ones she talked about destroying, but they were so water damaged that I couldnât be sure. I was just wondering if I should tell Julian about the diaryâfor some reason I havenât mentioned it to him yetâwhen he reached into the hole and pulled out a hard wooden board that had been engraved with letters and numbers.
âItâs a Ouija board,â he said. âDru wanted one for Christmas last year.â
Iâve always thought of Ouija boards as being part of human superstition. Like palmistry, not something that Shadowhunters needed to take seriously. But the sensor was going crazy, beeping these dark red pulses that reminded me of Isabelleâs necklace.
âShould we try to use it?â I asked. Julian frowned. âI donât know. When I was looking into getting one for Dru, I found out that these things can be kind of...dangerous.â
So Iâm writing this right now while Iâm lying in bed. Julian is already asleep, with plaster in his hair. He looks so cute. Anyway, we decided that weâd try using the ouija board tomorrow. Weâre Shadowhunters, we can deal with ghosts, right?
Goodnight, Bruce. I think Iâll read a little of Tatianaâs diary to put me to sleep. Meanwhile, enjoy the eye candy.
If Matthew is the ghost (I hope not) which of the three categories would he fall into? In the penultimate hours with Lucie, jessamine introduced the three categories
âSome ghosts stay among the living because unfinished business holds them here. Some stay to protect those they love. And some stay because of hatred, malice, bitterness.â
Regardless of who the ghost is, it has to be something like this