Eldrich to Tumblr but new(ish) to having a writblr. I started this blog because I am trying to practice the philosophy, 'Everyday's a good day to write' and I wanted a space to be joyful, strange, and prolific.
Harks, Larks and Something Like a Table of Contents:
I started this blog because I am trying to practice the philosophy, 'Everyday's a good day to write' and I wanted a space to be joyful, strange, and prolific.
On to you I give my blanket blessing; to comment, reblog, follow, ask, and otherwise engage with anything I post on this blog in whatever ways make you happy. Life's a Bacchanal and you're invited.
💜💚 My Asks are always open. Feel free to @ me on posts (esp if you see a cute bunny or my namesake god, Dionysius, on your dash)💜💚
I am very recently on AO3
Current Story Series:
Today at Pemberley
A daily drabble sequel series following the events of Pride and Prejudice formatted as a Pemberley gossip page
posts related to this series are always tagged #today at pemberley and #atpem
Ways to read: Newsletter // on Tumblr // ao3
Current Story Events:
nuthin' right now
Full Table of Contents for Writing/Stories
Other general info about Dio under the break:
💜 I'm Dio or Dionysia on here. This is the OG Greek version of my government name. (And genuinely what I would name a production company if I had cause to set one up.)
💚 I'm your friendly neighborhood Maenad Aunt-- which for me mostly just means I'm doing whatever sounds rewarding and taking a pass on suffering as much as possible.
💜 I write scripts, screenplays, short stories, and microfiction. I write silly poems and songs when I'm trying to do chores or I'm upset. My bigger projects are mostly speculative (sci-fi, fantasy), esp. contemporary fantasy. You'll see me vague post about what I'm working on, rather than publishing much in that wheelhouse.
💚 I LOVE, etymology, antique architecture, antique furniture, mythology (all kinds), paintings of sailing ships in storms, and bunny-rabbits. I'm a macabre little creature who's always sewing/crafting/doing something.
💜 I'm AFAB and agender. You can use any pronouns to refer to me, I cannot be misgendered in a way that matters. I do have a strong preference for Southern Honorifics (i.e. Sir/Ma'am rather than Miss/Chief/Boss--I'm among the many trying to figure out a neuter southern honorific, I feel like it has to be Lige right?)
💚 I will always try to address everyone on this webbed site with kindness and compassion. If I misstep, please let me know. I've been alive quite a while now and I'm still meeting new kinds of people everyday.
💜 If you see me refer to "My Potato Blog" that's my original Tumblr blog where I doom scroll and reblog. It's named after this meme:
Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy’s enthusiasm for her endeavor of cleaning and organizing the attic waned to near total nonexistence. She asked that Pemberley’s housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds take on the responsibility of returning to the attic all that would remain there in storage for future Darcys.
The Bingleys began to make plans for returning to their own home.
Mrs. Bingley told her sister of their imminent departure with the greatest regret. “I wish this investigation into the Darcys’ ancestral skylarks had all turned out better, but at least it was a wonderful distraction while it lasted. Will you write me once Georgiana makes sense of the final letter?”
“I will write you,” Mrs. Darcy promised. “Though I would not expect swift word from us on that subject. Georgiana showed me her attempts at translating the letter and it is all nonsense. The only part that seems to be written in the same hidden code is the signature. The rest is indecipherable.”
Rather than being deterred, Mrs. Bingley was newly intrigued. “What did the letter say? I mean, if you were simply to read it as plain English.”
“It was the same trivialities all the letters seemed to write about before being deciphered. Something about a change of circumstances. An expression of regrets for not being able to visit at Michaelmas and a reminiscence for a childhood game played on the holiday where one…” Mrs. Darcy’s words were lost to a suddenness of thought. She continued with a great weight to her speech, “Where one pretends to be a dead man. Then there was a post script with an address in Paris.”
Mrs. Bingley made a vague hand gesture. “If Thomas was not truly dead. Perhaps the letter was always intended for his mother, who would not be privy to the hidden code the other letters were written in. Do not you think that is a possibility?”
Mrs. Darcy grabbed her sister’s hand, exclaiming, “You are as brilliant as you are beautiful, which is really quite brilliant.”
When the household gathered for dinner, Miss Georgiana Darcy entered the dining room with a triumphant expression. She announced, “I have finished translating almost all of Thomas Darcy’s letters.”
Her words were met with admiration and applause from the Bingleys as well as Miss Georgiana’s own guardians, Mr. Darcy and Col. Fitzwilliam. Solely, Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy seemed curious about the phrasing.
“Almost all?” she asked.
Miss Georgiana nodded. “I have been translating them chronologically and the only one I have remaining is the final letter, which is unlike the rest. It was forwarded to Pemberley rather than received by Thomas abroad. It does not seem to be written in the same code as the others, but I will uncover its secrets. I am certain.”
“What is the date?” Mr. Darcy asked, lost so entirely in his own thoughts that his tone was devoid of inflection.
“Come now,” Mr. Bingley said, “I am sure you know the date.”
“Of the letter,” Mr. Darcy clarified.
Suddenly understanding, Miss Georgiana Darcy furnished the answer, “1736, November.”
“That was my suspicion,” Mr. Darcy sighed. “Thomas Darcy would have been dead when that letter was sent. I have been going through the family records and Thomas died at sea the summer of that same year. No doubt, the final letter and his trunk were subsequently forwarded to his mother here at Pemberley.”
In the afternoon, Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy invited Mrs. Jane Bingley to walk with her through the gardens. The sisters had been seen whispering to each other all morning about some matter that neither saw fit to disclose to their husbands.
As they walked, Mrs. Bingley, asked, “You are certain then that William and Thomas were lovers?”
“Their letters leave no margin for interpretation,” Mrs. Darcy said, plucking a spring bloom and securing it in her hair. “All that remains in doubt is whether to tell the gentlemen.”
“I suppose it is the kind of secret that may ruin a respectable family, though Thomas’s mother must have known,” Mrs. Bingley observed.
“What makes you say that?”
“She wrote William’s name in the family genealogy beside Thomas’s. It is hardly the sort of action one performs by mistake.”
One of the Darcys' tenants arrived shortly after breakfast saying that he had timely business to discuss. While Mr. Darcy received his tenant in the front parlor, Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy covertly made her way into the library.
Miss Georgiana Darcy lifted her attention from translating Thomas Darcy’s letter to greet her warmly.
“Your brother is occupied with business,” Mrs. Darcy said. She pulled a comfortable chair over to the desk at which Miss Georgiana worked, leaning close before she continued, “I have had a thought since first seeing the romantic sentiments expressed in Thomas’s letter. It seems to me that should two young men in love be writing letters to each other in a code they had no reason to believe a third party might read, it is unlikely for all that they have written to be so demure.”
For a long moment, Miss Georgiana held her sister-in-law’s eyes, searching there for a reassurance which she must have found. She produced from a small drawer a stack of neatly translated letters and gave them to Mrs. Darcy without a word spoken.
I don't know enough about Austen's life to gauge the factual accuracy of the biopic plot elements. But I love how soft this movie is and I love how much of the dialogue is lifted directly from Austen's letters.
Finished it. While I did continue to like it, I think it spent faaaaar too much time on this secret lost love angle. It ended up speed running through the rest of her life as a result. I don't know if Jane Austen had a major regret when she died in pain and only 41 years old, but god do I hope it was not a man.
Just read the plot summary on Wikipedia because I was incredibly intrigued, and this seems very odd. I don’t know what to think of it. I would love to hear your thoughts when it’s over
I don't know enough about Austen's life to gauge the factual accuracy of the biopic plot elements. But I love how soft this movie is and I love how much of the dialogue is lifted directly from Austen's letters.
Pemberley’s library continues to be blanketed in the room width sprawl of Miss Georgiana Darcy’s project. This morning, Mr. Darcy liberated a corner of the library where his favorite chair resides. He there proceeded to create his own facet on the endeavor. For as his sister translated Thomas Darcy’s letters, Mr. Darcy began to look through old household records creating a timeline of the family’s activities during Thomas’s lifetime.
This commitment to studious quietude was monotonous enough to discharge Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy from her husband’s vicinity for the first time since his return from London. She went in and out of the library on several occasions, leaving to take a turn about the gardens with Mrs. Bingley or to discuss the local news with Col. Fitzwilliam. However, she always returned to turn about the room for a stretch of time while her fellow Darcys remained intent on their books and papers.
During one such turn, she began reading the transcriptions of Thomas Darcy’s letters in earnest and became aware of a trend in their contents.
“Georgiana?” She asked, waiting for the younger woman to look up before continuing her thought, “I am reading this transcription exactly as written. ‘Very late now. Sleep evades me. Walked the deck to see the stars. Imagined your face in the dark heavens. Perhaps if I sleep, I will dream of you.’”
“Yes,” was Miss Georgiana Darcy’s succinct reply.
“That sounds like what one would write to a lover.”
Mr. Darcy looked over to his wife. “You are letting your imagination run away with you.”
On their own, Mr. Darcy’s words, would be unlikely to cause Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy to halt the conversation. However, as the Lady of the house looked at Miss Georgiana’s unusual expression, she said, “Perhaps, you are right. Best not to speculate.”
After breakfast, Miss Georgiana Darcy went to the library to translate letters for a time. It was her current habit to remain at the task with singular focus until she eventually halted to practice at her pianoforte.
Mr. Darcy came to the library, surely to admire the results of Miss Georgiana’s effort and not out of concern for his favorite room in the house. He brought with him Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy whom he had not been separated from by more than an arm’s length since his return from London.
“These are the translated letters?” He asked pointing to a tidy stack of papers.
“Yes, I am more convinced than ever that they are sent from our maternal uncle, William to our paternal uncle, Thomas, as there are several specific references to William’s ship, The Kingfisher.”
Mr. Darcy thought on this. “I believe it was around that time when the Darcy and the Fitzwilliam families became aquatinted.”
Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy began to look through the letters, idly reading any sentence which caught her eye. “Since William was a pirate, do we think Thomas was a pirate?”
Miss Georgiana shook her head. “By all indication, Thomas was involved solely in legal trade, though he clearly knew William was involved in piracy. Their acquaintanceship seems to be of an entirely…social nature.”
--baby bunny doesn't have a government name yet and is just "little bit" or "little foot"
--he has already become an expert at chasing the cat out of his space. The cat is obsessed with him.
--he has done the rabbit dance of joy (binkys).
--he's asked to be petted.
--Of my two older rabbits, one is ambivalent to him and the other is doing the full monster's inc "put that thing back where it came from or so help me." I haven't let them start having bonding dates yet and probably won't for a little while.
