Ryunosuke, What Happened With Your Little Aquarium??? Are The Little Critters Alright?? -💖

To Albert and/or Barok- Are you fond of desserts? If so, which ones? Signed, Ivy

Dear Ivy,

Can you believe! That there are some people who don't enjoy desserts? Preposterous! What could be more delicious than some sort of sweet treat?!

Since the dawn of humanity we've been searching out fruits for their incredible taste, and now there are some people who, when given the chance, turn down the opportunity to eat such things? Whenever I try to cook something it ends up horribly burnt, tasteless, terrible! And yet! Although Barok has people to cook for him, who do it well, who never burn anything, he turns it down! Cakes and pies, biscuits and jams, all sorts of flavored ices and small candies!

It baffles the mind! It boggles the brain! I must off to go take some desserts now, all this talk has upset me...

Signed, Albert Harebrayne

Susato, have you ever questioned your gender?

-⚙️ (yeah I'm new here! I like ur style of writing)

Dear ⚙️,

This is something that I debated on sharing with anyone. It took me a long time to be able to figure out how to word it to myself. Since that first day I dressed myself as Ryuutarou, I've felt drawn to his clothes. Er, my clothes, that is. The clothes that my father and I modified for that day.

I think of Ryuutarou as something different from Susato, as I have not been able to reconcile the two in my mind. I do not want them to be separate, I want to find some way to accept the feelings I have towards my situation in court, the way I was treated, how Haori interacted with me... it's not easy.

Looking back on some of the Sherlock Holmes stories, I noted that he on occasion would dress as a woman to disguise himself. Perhaps if I brought up my feelings on the matter to my father, then, a man who knows Sherlock so intimately, he may be able to help me sort through these emotions.

With love.... Ryuutarou.

Hi barok… aah how exactly did you dad die?!?

Anon.

My father was a cruel, foolish man. He believed that he could conquer anything, and that included the great beasts of the plains of Africa. He kept such animals in his house without knowing what such "pets" would demand in terms of care. He and his servants were injured many times by the unruly beasts. He was eventually killed by his favorite of his pets, the snake. It was entirely preventable.

Lord Barok van Zieks

Mod Update: gifs

Hello everyone!! Currently I'm in a bit of a weird place where I can very easily answer asks but for whatever reason physically cannot add gifs, and occasionally tags, to the posts. Sorry about that! Hopefully I can update the posts later. Thanks for your patience! Keep the asks coming in! <3

Signed, Mod of the Baskervilles

Mod update: today's asks

I've worked on answering all the asks that I have for today, and they're all saved as drafts. Queuing is being weird, and so I have to publish them by hand. I am attempting restraint in not posting them all at once, but don't be surprised if they post in weird intervals.

I'm loving all the asks so far! Feel free to keep them coming!!

Signed, Mod of the Baskervilles

To Iris Wilson: You're so talented and I'm so impressed at all the things you can do at such a young age! How did you learn all of it?

Dearest Trace,

Aww, you are so very sweet! I know that most children my age haven't achieved such things as I have, and it is so nice of you to compliment me like that!

As for how I learned it...

My Papa, of course! He has so many books simply laying around, and when he leaves on a case I read them all. He tells me about his deductions too sometimes, and I think I've learned his system better than he has. And, of course, there's experimentation... Maybe I'll show you my journals someday!

Signed, Iris Wilson

dre... bber...

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Enoch... Drebber!!!!!

🔥🔥GAaaAaaaaAAAaaaaAaaarrrgh AAAARRRrgggggghhh!!!!!🔥🔥

🔥Do. You. Dare. Mock. Me. Now. 🔥

🔥🔥DO YOU? 🔥🔥

🔥Aha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa 🔥

Well 🔥Do what you will...

You'll see... In due time🔥

I will be watching over her... Closely... As I always have...

And should the thought of deceiving her... Even fleetingly cross your mind...

🔥🔪I WILL NOT SPARE YOU🔥🔪

IT IS ONLY FAIR NOW

THAT I SHOULD PROTECT MY OWN BLOOD THIS WAY

Wouldn't you agree...

Mr Drebber?

🔥🔥🔥🔥AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

To presumably Courtney Sithe, or at least what remains of her,

I am glad to see I can always count on your levelheadedness in any sort of precarious situation. I am certainly thankful that your work is, or at least was, in that of dead bodies, rather than alive.

I am in no way trying to deceive your daughter. As for blood...

I have made my own sacrifice because of my family trying to protect their blood in much the same way. Do be careful of how tightly you hold onto them, as you may be applying a tourniquet to a wound or instead a healthy limb. Is it worth it to tempt the possibility of necrotic tissue that must be removed?

Scientifically yours, Enoch Drebber

(chucks chuunosuke at sherlock) woe. chuunosuke be upon ye

Whoa!

This adorable thing Iris has created seems to have a life of its own, and is rather fond of climbing into my hair! I thought I had finally escaped its insatiable wrath for tormenting me, and yet it continues to find me again and again.

He climbs my sleeves, tugs my ears, nestles in my hair, and takes naps in there. I have no idea how Iris has managed something like this. I wish I could stay mad at something like that.

With Chuunosuke, Sherlock Holmes

"I have made my own sacrifice because of my family trying to protect their blood in much the same way"

If I may ask you to elaborate on that headcanon?..

An excerpt from the diary of Enoch Drebber:

May, 1879, somewhere in the Atlantic--

I find that my arm has started to give off a foul smell. It would appear that my injuries had not healed enough when I found my way onto this boat, and now infection has sunk in. I fear I may lose more than a few fingers this time, though had I waited another few days, I doubt I would have ever made it out of Utah again.

The only reason I made it out of there without my father was, I believe, was that wronged man, Jefferson. Had he not shown up in Cincinnati as he had, my father would have had me in chains. And then in a cart, and then in a ring, and stuck on a farm. I still can hardly believe I made it out of there with my life.

I am surrounded by animals and their dung, which is not the place to nurse a wound, but it was all I could afford. If someone happens to check down here, I would not be surprised if I am thrown seaward, doomed to freeze or drown. That is, if I can survive the loss of my hand, my eye, the lack of food or warm, and the horrific thoughts within my own head.

I have lost track of the days, I know not if I sleep through them, I hope only that I can find my way to London, and to school within it.

Fearfully, E

Catch me being as self indulgent as possible…

Hey Rosie! What’s up with Enoch?

[modverse, not canon verse]

Dear ace-chaser,

I have been keeping an eye on my brother, and I find it quite entertaining that he simply lives there now. He is thriving with his close friend Benjamin, creating all sorts of ridiculous contraptions together and having great fun.

It is wonderful to see him like this.

Thank you, Rosie