Here's Some Lettering Art I Made. It's Not Much, But I'm Still Proud Of It. I Took The Quote From A Letter

13th of June, 1920.

Cosette tried to recall everything that has happened for some few months ago.

It's been about five months since she divorced him, and four months since she finally met Louisette after years of being not able to.

Louisette was so kind to her and they called and wrote to each other when they were both too busy to visit each other.

She also agreed to accompany her to concerts and parties and events, and when the people there said they'll be a good couple, both of them will blush, and Cosette will giggle shyly.

But why did I giggled? Cosette thought. Do I have feelings for her? I do not, I definitely do not.

"Mama, why aren't you eating your dinner?" Aurelie's voice returned Cosette back to reality. "Nothing. Just some thoughts," she replied.

It must've been the wine she drank in the evening, Cosette thought. After she brushed her teeth and tucked Aurelie in to her bed, Cosette lied on her bed.

She thought sleeping will stop those thoughts, but no. All she can think of is Louisette, how they met at that dinner party, how kind she was to her, how pretty she is...

How much she adores Louisette.

Cosette had gave up, accepting the fact that she, indeed, has romantic feelings for her friend. But she's afraid, what if Louisette started to avoid her if she knows?

I'll try to keep this a secret, Cosette swore to herself, before she fell asleep at last.

I'm a tea person, I guess?

Pools, because why not.

Comedy movies because I'm a scaredy cat sksksk

Rain, because I live in a place where there's no snow

Are you a coffee or tea person? Sea or pool person? Comedy or horror movie person? rain or snow person?

OC [ Original Character ]

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Name: Cosette Pellerin

Age: 40

Era: 1920s [1922]

Cosette Pellerin is a famous singer from the roaring twenties. She currently lives with her daughter, Aurelie, and her cat Nocturne.

people are playing games of telephone with information about palestine and sometimes it's harmless and sometimes it's not.

no. all of the hospitals in gaza have NOT been destroyed. all of them have been ATTACKED, none of htem are fully functioning anymore, but, NO, they are not all fully destroyed.

tweets by palestinians mourning the safety of the last FULLY FUNCTIONING hospital have been misconstrued as "no hospitals are left" and that misunderstanding leads to a sense of hopelessness that can translate into less medical aid going through to the hospitals that remain--damaged, attacked, more vulnerable than ever before but still standing.

israel has destroyed a large amount of the FUNCTIONALITY of all 36 hospitals but doctors are still doing their best within many of them. and need aid, calls for support, power.

i am once again on my KNEES begging y'all to not just spread one sentence tweets about the state of gaza from people who are... not in gaza. i am asking you to do more work to verify the information you spread.

I made a thing...

Based on this one drawing by John Ruarke...

Because Nico sits funny and I like it :3

It's been a long time since I drew nicc.. and I've never post any drawing of him in tumblr.. so here's the drawing

( I know it's not really good, but well, I tried. )

New short story go yeet–

23rd of April, 1920

Louisette was busy with her work. She rereads her handwritten script and crossed some parts here and there.

"Ah, dear lord! Why on earth I made so many mistakes in just one paragraph?! And I hadn't started on describing the clothes.. where can I found something, or anything about late 1820s men's fashion?!"

As someone who was a history major, Louisette based a lot of her novels on history. Her work in progress, When Sunflowers change to Green Carnations, is a novel about a widower who fell in love with his confidant, set in the late 1820s, 1829 to be exact.

And it was hard to find information about the fashion of that time; she only knew that the early 19th century fashion was different from the other decades. She heard some false information about how ladies of that time didn't wore their stays anymore, for the waistline of dresses is right under the bust, and that was it.

Louisette decided that she'll rest for a while, and called Cosette.

"Hello, may I talk to Madame Pellerin–"

"Louisette! Oh my goodness, do you know what day is today?"

"What day is it?" Louisette asked, puzzled.

"It's Aurelie's 5th birthday! Come here, Aurelie, talk to Madame Guillaume!"

Aurelie spoke to the phone. "Hello, Madame Guillaume."

"Hello, Aurelie. Happy birthday to you."

"And what do we say, sweetie?"

"Merci beaucoup!"

"Good. Now, can you go to another room for a while, Aurelie? I want to talk to my friend."

Louisette was curious. Why did she asked Aurelie to leave her alone? Is she going to tell her something?

"So, Louisette, how you're doing?"

"Good."

"How's your novel going?"

"Still stuck on a paragraph. Don't know what men in the late 1820s wore."

"A friend of mine has some fashion plates from late 18th century to 1910s. I'll ask his permission for you to borrow them."

"Thank you–"

"But on one condition," said Cosette. "I'm invited to someone's wedding next Friday, I think his name's Henry something.. He told me to bring a date, and I don't know who to bring, so.. Will you go with me? As a friend?"

Louisette thinks about it for a while. "I.. guess?"

Cosette giggled. "Alright, then. Would you like to stay here for some time before the day?"

"I think I'm going to go to your house on Monday."

"See you later!"

Asra Alnazar is not the asshole!

WIBTA if I messed up the count's ritual on purpose so I could bring my partner back to life?

I (20sX) am a mage hired by the count (30s-40sM) who rules over my region to help find a cure for a plague that has been dooming all of us for quite a while.

There have been many victims of the plague, including my (soon no longer) deceased partner, and the count himself. As he grows more desperate, he asked me to perform a ritual involving the major arcana (like, the actual figures represented by the cards) which would transfer his soul and conscience to The Fool's body.

However, I have a better idea. What if I used the ritual to resurrect my partner instead? I mean, it's a selfish thing to do, but to do it for the count would be equally selfish thing on his side, and besides, he was the one who brought the plague here and no one actually liked his snobby, selfish ass, so.. would I really be the asshole if I were to bring my partner back to life by messing with the ritual and let that count die?

Anyways, here's some 1830s ladies watching an opera.

((They're in love btw))