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.
đź’śđź’š 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)đź’śđź’š
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
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:
đź’ś 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.)
đź’š 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.
đź’ś 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.
đź’š 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.
đź’ś 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?)
đź’š 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.
đź’ś 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:
Among Mr. Darcy’s recently purchased books was a novel intended as a gift for Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy. It was the product of a standing order to purchase any new novels that advertised themselves to be gothic stories written by a lady.Â
Rather than wait for an occasion, Mr. Darcy presented his wife with the novel after breakfast this morning.Â
Mrs. Darcy demurred that she could not possibly spend her time reading when she should be preparing for the earl’s visit. However, she took the book with gratitude and told Mr. Darcy that she would read it later.
By noon, Mrs. Darcy decided it would be sensible to read the first page and ascertain the general subject of the story.
By the time it was necessary to dress for dinner, Mrs. Darcy had been in the garden for several hours pacing as she read her book. From this activity she had to be collected by her apologetic lady’s maid as Mrs. Darcy was completely unaware of the time.
Your video of Moonpie reminded me of our conversation when you got her. I may have strongly encouraged you. And now, I finally got a little one myself. The only male of the litter, from a friend where he can stay until I move. I can't wait 🥹 he's the first animal I will get all by myself :)
YAY!!!! That's so wonderful. I'm really excited for you (and for your boy)! Having a creature of one's own is an absolutely magical thing.
(Re:Moonpye, I did appreciate the strong encouragement to get her. She's the first cat I've been the primary caregiver for and it was a bit of leap to adopt her--but a very good one.)
The random thoughts I have while scrolling Tumblr have a distinct similarity to the thoughts I have in the shower. But they are--and I cannot emphasizes this enough--weirder somehow.
Tumblr should never have given us polls. Everyday I have to see years-old polls cross my dash proudly proclaiming past-me's vote which I now disagree with. Let me change my vote!! I have rethought which Tetris piece is the sexiest.
Mr. Darcy received word from the village book seller that volumes he had previously ordered have arrived at the shop. Ordinarily, Mr. Darcy would have preferred to send someone to pick the books up on his behalf, but the errand presented an opportunity to distract Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy from her anxious preparations for the earl’s approaching visit.
Upon locating his wife, Mr. Darcy found that she was deep in conversation with Pemberley’s housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds about the relative merits of different furnishings for elegantly situating flower bouquets, a subject he was certain that she had no opinions about a week ago.Â
“My love,” He called to her, “you must accompany me to the village.”
His request, made in a pleading tone brought a smile to her lips. “I am certain you know the way,” she told him.
“But who will comment on the loveliness of the trees and the weather? Who will make witty observations about the lives of the village folk?”
“You could do all those things yourself,” she observed, “but I suppose I should go with you anyway. I would hate to see you in want of company or entertainment.”
Your video of Moonpie reminded me of our conversation when you got her. I may have strongly encouraged you. And now, I finally got a little one myself. The only male of the litter, from a friend where he can stay until I move. I can't wait 🥹 he's the first animal I will get all by myself :)
YAY!!!! That's so wonderful. I'm really excited for you (and for your boy)! Having a creature of one's own is an absolutely magical thing.
(Re:Moonpye, I did appreciate the strong encouragement to get her. She's the first cat I've been the primary caregiver for and it was a bit of leap to adopt her--but a very good one.)
Preparations began for the earl’s impending visit, with Mrs. Darcy and Pemberley’s housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds working together to create a list of courses finer than was typically served at Pemberley. The best rooms were selected and began to be readied for company.Â
Throughout the day Miss Georgiana Darcy was Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy’s shadow. Having grown up without a mother or elder sister, Miss Georgiana often studies how Mrs. Darcy runs the house.
She is usually a good spirited hostess unruffled by difficulties or complications. However, today Mrs. Darcy’s general demeanor could be called nervous or perhaps even uncertain.
Miss Georgiana worked up the nerve to tell her, “You do not need to be concerned about my uncle. His good opinion is not so…mercurial as my aunt’s.”
Mrs. Darcy shook her head. “I have never met him. His good opinion of me is entirely based on your brother’s word and not by his knowing me for my own merit. Such secondhand sentiments are easily blotted out by the strength of one’s own impressions.”
A letter came today from the Earl Fitzwilliam, arriving as it did hard on the heels of yesterday’s letter from the earl’s heir this correspondence seemed unlikely to be a simple polite account of what was going on in that part of the country.Â
It was with considerable urgency that Mr. Darcy set his breakfast aside to read the letter. Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy and Miss Georgiana Darcy watched him without comment, awaiting whatever terrible pronouncement the letter must surely contain.
After a time, Mr. Darcy said, “Well,” but then did not follow up the word with the rest of his thoughts.
“Mr. Darcy!” His wife demanded. “Do not leave us ignorant. What has happened?”
“My uncle writes that he and my cousin will soon be in Derbyshire. Apparently that was the principal information yesterday’s letter was meant to contain, but my eldest cousin is reliably forgetful. All the talk of lamps made to resist methane was because they are developing such a lamp for use in the mines. They will be testing it nearby and should like to visit while they are in the area.”
Mrs. Darcy’s face looked as through she had a dozen questions. However, the one that gave itself voice was, “Will the Colonel be with them?”
Mr. Darcy shook his head. “He is to stay in London.”
They came out!!!! I deliberately used a more complicated cameo mold to see how much detail I could get.
Phase two is going to be testing a method for custom mold making. I'm going to start off with a Pride & Prejudice themed mold. I'm definitely going to make a Pemberley but I'm trying to figure out accompanying items. Hit me up with ideas if you have them.
personally I DONT think Jane Austen intended for Mr. Bennet to be paying Mrs. Bennet a genuine compliment when he said she was as beautiful as any of their daughters. He seems kind of incapable of paying his wife a real compliment.
BUT
I still think we should have MILF Mrs. Bennet. I think everyone should be like “damn” when they see her and then she opens her mouth and they’re like “oh”. I want them to go through the same process Mr. Bennet did, in a much shorter time frame.
The post brought several letters today. Included amongst them were two letters from family. Firstly, a letter for Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy from her sister, Mrs. Lydia W——. Secondly, a letter for Mr. Darcy from his cousin, Lord Charles Fitzwilliam, Col. Fitzwilliam’s elder brother who will one day inherit the Earldom.
“It is a day for news from the infrequent letter writers,” Mr. Darcy commented as he handed Mrs. Darcy the letter from her sister.
As she opened it, Mrs. Darcy teased him, “You yourself could be accused of similar by our friends and relations.”
“Ridiculous, I write to Georgiana and yourself when you are away from me. I have even been known to send a letter to our Bingleys. Who else should I ever want to write to?” As Mrs. Darcy was now quickly perusing her letter, he asked, “What does your sister write?”
“She says her George is returned from traveling with friends.” She paused to give Mr. Darcy a long suffering look. “She is very happy to have him returned and she asks if we might send them a small amount of money—of course. What about yours? Does Charles send word of the latest fashions in London?”
Mr. Darcy laughed. “It is all talk of natural philosophy and chemicals. I will spare you; though, it is not without interesting features. Apparently, Charles and my uncle are working together to develop a lamp unaffected by methane.”
“Riveting,” Mrs. Darcy said, voice flat with sarcasm.Â
“You are incorrigible.”
“Perhaps,” she said, “but I do enjoy your attempts to reform me.”
