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@celines-seance
🕯️🕯️Calling to any or all spirits in this room…can you hear me? Quite frankly I’ll take anything at this point. Maybe a voice from some other dimension, a-a super natural being! I just know that there’s something more out there…I’m sure of it.
Any proof will do, really!
…Anyone?🕯️🕯️
Celine’s Ask Box Is Open!
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Mrrow.
[a scruffy bandaged tuxedo cat walks into the room, it looks at you confused before leaving, it seems as though it completely disappeared]
🕯️“A- whuh- HEY!”🕯️
Celine startles upon seeing the cat. She drops the flowers in her hand to push herself out of her seat, making an awful scraping sound against the wooden flooring of the manor. The cat leaves, and Celine stumbles to give chase. When she turns to follow it down the hallway, she sees that it has vanished. She lets out a breath, a little hysterical from the sudden spike of adrenaline.
From downstairs Benjamin calls: “is everything alright Mrs Iplier?”
Celine blinks.
🕯️“Yes, sorry Benjamin. I thought I saw a uh. Uhm. It doesn’t matter I’m alright.”🕯️
She’s a bit disappointed, that she’s let another visitor slip past her like that. Questions bubble in her head: why was the cat bandaged, did a human wrap it? Why a cat specifically? Are cats inherently magical like in stories? Is there a time limit on how long visitors can interact with my world?
But the cat is gone. Celine is alone. She eventually returns to the flowers and the book she had been pressing them in. Mildly defeated. Incredibly intrigued. Waiting for the next message from beyond the Veil.
Letters Between Friends AU - A Timeline of Events
March 15th, 1917: Marcus Iplier and Celine Whittacre’s wedding day.
April 6th, 1917: America officially joins World War 1.
June 2nd, 1917: Damien Whittacre is elected mayor.
June 19th, 1917: William J. Barnum is deployed to France as a member of the American military.
October 8th, 1917: Celine performs a seance for Mrs. Bellerum, kicking off her journey to explore the arcane in depth. (OG post about this incident is incorrect in timeline)
May 13th, 1918: Celine Iplier begins her most ambitious project yet: opening a portal for communication with other realities, timelines, and the supernatural. (Blog starts here)
June 11th, 1918: Celine secretly sends a letter to William.
July 23rd, 1918: William is shot in the shoulder, and is sent to a hospital in France.
July 25th, 1918: Celine’s letter is received and read by William.
Most Recent - August 13, 1918: William’s letter arrives to Celine
Timeline To Be Updated
Benjamin presents it to her after breakfast,
(After Marc has left the room.)
She bites back a smile.
The letter is slipped into her journal, between pages filled with observations.
Start. Prev. Next.
A more legible transcription:
July 25th, 1918
Dear Celine,
Or should I call you Mrs Iplier now? Do not think I failed to notice your little “Mr Barnum” in your letter. I knew married life would change you, but I didn’t think it possible for it to make my Celine Whittacre a proper lady!
I apologize that I had not responded to any letters until now. The French have been whipping us boys into proper military form these past few months, and I found myself too exhausted to pick up a pen and write. But, believe you me have I been reading every letter sent! I keep them stored in my knapsack, and when the hours grow dull I read my favorite parts over again. There has been a great deal of waiting, and thus plenty of time to fall victim to the ever odious boredom. We wait for rations and we wait for company orders. It feels as if there is never a moment in which I have not been waiting for something or another.
Do not assume me to be slacking off from my duty however! I’ll have you know that William J Barnum has seen the battlefields at last! They even left me a parting gift, a solid bullet to the shoulder. I’ve been stuck in a French hospital for the past two days now. I must confess that I want nothing more than to escape.
It is dreadful here. There are men that look to be children crying out for their mothers. Men without limbs, without faces. Nurses dump bodies with a practiced air of indifference I have only seen before in hardened men. I understand now that I had gotten off quite easy, seeing what this war has cost. I am determined to return to the field at once. For what purpose was I sent here if not to relieve these dying men of their posts? I’ve a good show left to give, and give I shall.
I ask that you don’t worry too much over me, Celine. I believe that Marc and Damien have that role covered. And selfishly I ask that you do not show this letter to either of them. They try their hardest to look otherwise, but they are still boys deep down. I feel as if you and I know a great deal more of misery than they will. I’d like to keep it that way. I’ll be sending another letter along with this one, addressed to the three of you. I look forward to reading your reply.
Sincerely,
Your Friend William J Barnum
Benjamin presents it to her after breakfast,
(After Marc has left the room.)
She bites back a smile.
The letter is slipped into her journal, between pages filled with observations.
Start. Prev. Next.
mod note: teeny tiny break
yoyoyo what’s up guys it’s the mod
you might have noticed i haven’t been very active here right now, and i might not be for another few weeks because im getting ready for my finals
yay!!!
don’t worry i see your asks and have stuff planned, celine will be back shortly!
Do you know any other mediums and are you friends with any of them? I hear Spiritualism has been catching on in California!
🕯️“That’s a bit of a complicated question I’m afraid. I’ve never been the most sociable person, that was always Damien’s role for the two of us. I’d go as far as to say that our group of four is really the only friends that I have. I have acquaintances of course, it’s hard to get around life without making a few. But I prefer to keep a small group of close friends.
I have tried to meet with others in my field, especially since I started lending my services, but I somehow always feel…isolated. Like what I experience is completely foreign to what the other ladies like to discuss. They speak of tarot cards and crystals yes, but other realms? Different veils of reality? Not to mention these writings and talks I share with you. They have the tools but do not know how to use them. Content in not knowing, every person I meet prefers to “keep the mystery alive”.
I must admit that it is lonely. Knowing what I know. Seeing what I see. My eyes have been opened to a new world, but what wonder is there in it if I cannot share it with anyone else? I do hope that one day I will meet someone else that is connected to the arcane as I am. But until then I am content here, with Marc and Damien and William and…all of you.”🕯️
I need you to know the prev tags made me think of this
yes this is exactly what i was thinking of
Do you know any other mediums and are you friends with any of them? I hear Spiritualism has been catching on in California!
🕯️“That’s a bit of a complicated question I’m afraid. I’ve never been the most sociable person, that was always Damien’s role for the two of us. I’d go as far as to say that our group of four is really the only friends that I have. I have acquaintances of course, it’s hard to get around life without making a few. But I prefer to keep a small group of close friends.
I have tried to meet with others in my field, especially since I started lending my services, but I somehow always feel…isolated. Like what I experience is completely foreign to what the other ladies like to discuss. They speak of tarot cards and crystals yes, but other realms? Different veils of reality? Not to mention these writings and talks I share with you. They have the tools but do not know how to use them. Content in not knowing, every person I meet prefers to “keep the mystery alive”.
I must admit that it is lonely. Knowing what I know. Seeing what I see. My eyes have been opened to a new world, but what wonder is there in it if I cannot share it with anyone else? I do hope that one day I will meet someone else that is connected to the arcane as I am. But until then I am content here, with Marc and Damien and William and…all of you.”🕯️
(this is celine’s mod)
I WAS GONNA REPLY BUT THIS HAPPENED 😭😭
NOOOO IM SO SORRY :( I swear they're just hummingbirds, I don't know why that would happen :( um. Well now I'm not sure what to do...
AHAAHAH dw I saw the birds when you first submitted the ask, and was planning on doing it later. and then they were gone….
all is not lost this inspired a doodle i made during class and it got a good giggle outta me. the power of the 1910s is so powerful that NO colored images can come through…for as we all know everything before the 50’s was in black and white….
[Hi mod! Saw your note... sorry! Genuinely don't know what happened there, I swear it wasn't intentional. It seriously was just. Hummingbirds. Some of my favorite even. Idk just pretend the pictures are there, I'll try to remember what exactly I said...]
Here! Something a little more to your taste, maybe. I forgot you didn't have a lot of sweetener in your time, so these are a little less sweet. I also brought you some pictures, hopefully they're in color. They're hummingbirds, the first is a Violet Sabrewing and the second is a Purple-Throated Woodstar. I thought you'd like the colors. Yknow, if there's anything else you want to know about from our time (today's date is March 25, 2026!), I'd be happy to share :) obviously nothing big (unlike the other guy... ):<) but things about tech and whatnot :) enjoy!
+1 dark chocolate orange
+1 pomegranate
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🕯️“I might as well be a food critic at this rate! Not that I’m complaining…”🕯️
Celine stares at the pomegranate for a few seconds. Her fingers form a fist at her chin. She reaches towards the fruit, but pulls back. She tries again. Pulls back again. It’s very clear she has no idea how to even try to approach this. Finally, she sighs. Celine leaves the room, returning with a cleaver.
Celine’s Review:
⭐️⭐️⭐️
🕯️“It’s interesting to say the least. I’m not the biggest fan of all the textures and flavors, but it isn’t bad. It tastes sort of like a cranberry I suppose, but the seeds are…I don’t particularly like the seeds I’m afraid. I think Marc might be more favorable towards this. He enjoys sour candies to a fault. Actually, when we were kids he ate so much sour candy behind his mother’s back that his mouth bled! Poor thing couldn’t taste things for days after. And yet he still adores everything sour and citric.”🕯️
Celine hums happily at the memory. She writes down her review, and scribbles down a small note in the margins. “Ask Marc about pomegranate.”
Celine turns to the orange next. Thankfully, a note has been left with this one on how to “open” it. She taps the orange against the table a few times, then gently pulls off the foil. She smiles at the replica of orange slices.
Celine’s Review
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
🕯️“I think that for the very first time I am upset that these are all from the future! Take that as a compliment my dear. It’s very charming, it looks just like an actual orange! I must admit I favor chocolate, but this is more bitter. I like it a lot, and the hint of orange is delightful! Then again, it may be for the best that we don’t have these now. I’ve already finished it within ten minutes. Who knows how many I’d eat if they were widely available.”🕯️
Celine finishes writing her review. She looks at her crystal ball nestled on a velvet pillow.
🕯️“I…don’t quite know how this all works if I am honest. If you can read what it is that I write or see what it is that I do. But, I’ve realized that I have never said thank you. Words cannot express how delightful this journey has been. You don’t really have to keep sending me items, it spoils me far too much. But I am grateful nonetheless.”🕯️
Looking back down at her journal, Celine lets out a small gasp upon seeing vivid purples spilling over the page. Tucked in the bottom corner is an illustration of the most beautiful birds she has ever seen. They look as if they were just painted, dark ink and vibrant watercolor forming beaks and wings. It seems as if her message has been received.
Letters Between Friends AU - A Timeline of Events
March 15th, 1917: Marcus Iplier and Celine Whittacre’s wedding day.
April 6th, 1917: America officially joins World War 1.
June 2nd, 1917: Damien Whittacre is elected mayor.
June 19th, 1917: William J. Barnum is deployed to France as a member of the American military.
October 8th, 1917: Celine performs a seance for Mrs. Bellerum, kicking off her journey to explore the arcane in depth. (OG post about this incident is incorrect in timeline)
May 13th, 1918: Celine Iplier begins her most ambitious project yet: opening a portal for communication with other realities, timelines, and the supernatural. (Blog starts here)
June 11th, 1918: Celine secretly sends a letter to William.
July 23rd, 1918: William is shot in the shoulder, and is sent to a hospital in France.
July 25th, 1918: Celine’s letter is received and read by William.
Most Recent - August 13, 1918: William’s letter arrives to Celine
Timeline To Be Updated
miss you need to hide your husband. A LOT of people want him (dead, carnally, arrested, tortured, for themselves) and like. At least two of those people are godlike entities.
🕯️“Rest assured, despite my appearances I am far stronger than I seem.”🕯️
In the miserable atmosphere of a field hospital,
A letter is read with weak hands:
And a man smiles.
The beginning of the end starts with this letter.
He asks for a nurse to bring him a pen and paper.
It’s an awful shame that neither party knows.
Prev. Next.
Celine, I've seen some of your posts and you've referred to Marc as 'him' or 'my husband' instead of using his name... Uh do you need help? Law enforcement? Should I call William home early from the war??
🕯️“Oh dear, nothing like that!
I’m warmed by your gesture but Ma- my husband-…
Hm. I suppose I do that quite often, don’t I?
I…Let me put it this way.
For the longest time, I knew that Marcus was in love with me. I think everyone has always been able to tell. It’s not like he was trying to be subtle, and well. I loved him too. It was only natural we’d get married someday. And yet…It’s sometimes odd to think of him as my husband.
That must sound quite strange, though. What woman wouldn’t be over the moon to be able to call Marc her husband? He’s kind, and he’s funny, and he’s good looking, and his ludicrous amount of money doesn’t hurt either. But I sometimes find myself thinking of him as Marc my childhood friend, not Marc my husband. Maybe that’s why I do it. To remind myself.
As for William, though I appreciate the sentiment, I. I don’t want him to know of this. Hell, even Damien doesn’t know. I’m sure it’s just apart of the adjustment process. In a few years, I’ll have forgotten I had this silly habit of mine.
Things are fine the way they are now. I promise.”🕯️
“Like I said, probably an animal of some sort.”
Celine looks unconvinced.
*there is a rustle in the rafters, a single beat in the air like a shudder of a heart or the crack of thunder*
it’s not fair…
Celine pauses brushing her hair. Her confused face is reflected in her vanity mirror. She listens. It was a clear night out, no wind or rain to speak of. She knows that she heard something, but the noise doesn’t repeat. The bedroom is silent.
Marc walks in from the bathroom, toweling his hair.
🕯️“Did you hear that?”🕯️
“Hear what?”
🕯️“There was a noise just now.”🕯️
“It was probably an animal, you know how they get this time of year.”
🕯️“No, it was something more…”🕯️
Marc moves to stand beside Celine, bending down to look into the reflection of the mirror with her. He smiles.
“Come now darling, it’s far too late for us to get worked up over a little noise. Like I said, probably an animal of some sort.”
Celine looks unconvinced.
Marc sighs, dramatically rolling his eyes and his shoulders. He moves to wrap his arms around his wife, drawing in close. He tilts his face so it presses against hers.
“If I promise to ask the groundskeeper to take a good look around tomorrow will you come to bed?”
🕯️“I- Yes. Perhaps you’re right.”🕯️
Marc presses a kiss to her cheek before turning to slip into bed.
Celine knows she heard something. And she suspects that Marc might have heard it too.
“Like I said, probably an animal of some sort.”
Celine looks unconvinced.
