the old castle's secret

You’ve heard of it’s locked, now get ready for...

It’s blocked

It’s chalked

It’s clocked

It’s crocked

It’s docked

It’s flocked

It’s gawked

It’s jocked

It’s knocked

It’s mocked

Ist nacht

It’s oct

It’s rocked

It’s shocked

It’s smocked

It’s socked

It’s squawked

It’s stalked

It’s stocked

It’s talked

It’s walked

It’s Xoc’ed

Every Nancy Drew game suspect ranked from worst to best.

Methodology: All rankings are personal taste. I only included characters that both had character models and were presented as suspects during the course of the narrative. Obviously, spoilers for every game.

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Inktober Day 15 - The Clan’s Biggest Secret

Once again, the McDuck family is out solving mysteries. This image is based on a Don Rosa story that was written as a sequel to a Carl Barks original, “The Lost Crown of Genghis Khan.” Rosa’s story was a two-parter, and the first part ended with Scrooge trading the treasure of the week for the old cloth found in the chest with the treasure. As it turns out, that cloth was the clan McDuck tartan, leading Scrooge to conclude that the Templar treasure he’d traded for it was but a small sampling of what his family had been hiding for millennia. He took Donald and the triplets straight to Dismal Downs to search Castle McDuck thoroughly for any further clues–and found his estranged sister Matilda first. Over the course of the adventure, Scrooge learns that his father had spent the final years of his life searching for an ancestor’s treasure, and had left a series of clues for Scrooge to follow. The adventure eventually leads to Scrooge and Matilda finally reconciling after nearly 25 years apart, and to the discovery of the legendary treasure of the Knights Templar, beneath the old dungeons of the castle.

I wanted to depict that adventure in the style of the new show, as I REALLY hope they do that story at some point. Since in Rosa’s lore, the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook is directly tied back to the Templars, Huey would be the triplet helping Scrooge lead the adventure in the 2017 reboot, as he’s now the only one of the boys who is still a Junior Woodchuck.

Foxy ( p.3 ) // Sirius Black // requested

Request : could you do a young!sirius where the reader is american and transfering to hogwarts and he sees her in the train and basically becomes infatuated with her?? maybe you can do a part 2 where they reunite after Azkaban or something too?? + can you do a jealous sirius ?!?

Two requests that turned into something more. 

<< Part Two. Part Four >>

Pairing : Young!Sirius Black x Fem. American Reader

Word Count : 5119

Requests are closed. xx 

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Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Originally posted by lamirada-del-amor

Sirius sat on his bed with the map laid out in front of him. Scratching his head with the tip of his wand, eyes dancing on Foxy’s footprints. She was in her room pacing and Sirius couldn’t think of why. Is she okay? Is she stressed?

“Oi, mate. We’re all going down to Hogsmeade. Wanna join us?” James walked in, causing Sirius to quickly close the map.

James sent him a suspicious look, “what’re you doing?”

Padfoot shook his head, tossing his wand next to the map, “nothing. But I’m good. Just gonna hang out here. I have some work I need to finish.” 

“You’re not stalking Foxy on the map again, are you?” James accused, grabbing his scarf. 

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my dream house is literally a goth castle with secret passageways and trapdoors and an old timey library with globes and shit on the tables and bedrooms with canopy beds and ornate dressing tables and an observatory with a giant telescope no less than a hundred years old that sits atop a hill in the middle of a bleak ass moor on the outside of a small village in which every resident fears me and has a different story about what kind of undead creature i am but still foolish brave young things will make their way to my door from time to time at which point i will invite them in for pizza, iced tea and cartoon marathons

Every Nancy Drew PC game ranked from worst to best.

So! Ever since I completed the tedious undertaking of ranking all the Nancy Drew suspects, I’ve had people asking me to do a comprehensive ranking of the games themselves (like two people, but that still counts as people). And if you trawl my tumblr, you can see I have been promising to do that exact thing since 2012! So here it is, finally.

Standard disclaimer applies: these are my opinions and my opinions only. They’re completely subjective and based on my own personal likes and dislikes. There are games I hate that I know people love, and games I adore that I know people can’t stand (lots of them, even!). I in no way claim this ranking as definitive. You do you.

Oh, and Dossier games aren’t included, and spoilers for everything, obviously.

Edit, June 2015: As I’ll update this every time a new game comes out, expect changes to occur. I’ll add some liner notes at the bottom of the ranking to justify these adjustments.

With that out of the way? LEGGO BITCHES.


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Some of my favorite fictional stories aesthetics

The Secret History: classical sculpture, messy paints, museums, umbrellas blown upside-down from walking in the wind, long midnight drives, stoplights in the middle of nowhere, handwritten letters, books in translation, running away and away and away again until you find the place you know is yours, wide windows, reciting poetry from memory, coats with pockets and cigarette afternoons, convertibles in the rain, the top floors of university libraries, needing to know

Doctor Who (RTD Era): space, the colors pink and gold and blue and brown, stargazing and memorizing the names of the stars, historical fiction novels, that feeling you get when you come back home after a long adventure, maps and atlases, dancing at two a.m., missing your best friend, remembering just how big the universe is, long road trips, exotic foods, are we there yet’s, blankets in the backs of pick-up trucks, sappy chick flicks and hand holding, shoes with their soles worn down, cups of tea gone cold, promising forever and meaning it

Harry Potter: winter scarves, believing in magic, clandestine meetings, not being old enough to do all the things you want, castles with secrets, wide staircases, the forest at night, making blanket forts with your best friends, dreaming about flying, skipping class to go ice skating on the lake, the frost on window-panes, seeing things out of the corner of your eye, pinky-swears, mugs of hot chocolate that keep your hands warm, leather-bound books on mythology, candles

The Song of Achilles: fig trees and laurel crowns, the colors white and gold and red, foot races, freckles, the vastness of the ocean, ships with billowing cream-colored sales, camping at the beach and waking up just in time for the sunrise, thousands of tiny flowers, being scared of the future but not scared enough to let go of the things you love, bonfires, acoustic guitars, cuddles and eskimo kisses, going through old journals, the end of summer when you don’t want to say goodbye, saying goodbye

The Lord of the Rings: potted plants, coffee in the mornings, the view from the tops of mountains, great rivers that seem to run forever, open spaces, walking boots, new cities and old maps, the sunlight glittering in the trees at dawn, exploration, rediscovering long-lost friends, those moments when the earth feels so solid beneath your feet, cranberry scones, UPS packages delivered to the wrong door, the English countryside, the glint of gold in the sun, old songs played on a Celtic whistle, not being able to go back to exactly the way things were, not being alone

Hamlet: mirrors cracked down the middle, premonitions, your shadow under the streetlights, empty cavernous halls, flowers on the surface of lakes, books with the words all jumbled together, wanting to escape, sitting in the back row at the theater, those times when you feel like you’re being followed, bare feet on cold tiles, crying quietly by yourself, soft tree branches shaking, the absolute silence of midnight, cemeteries, suit cases, love letters, hiding in your room when strangers visit, praying to whoever will listen

The Picture of Dorian Grey: carnations, the colors ivory and gold, fancy clothes, portraits with crumbling paint, heavy velvet curtains closing after an orchestral performance, people chattering over a meal, being scared to die, seeing your upside-down reflection on the back of a spoon, pearl necklaces, moodiness, the opera, that pang of something you first felt when you turned twenty, finishing a book and not being able to read another one just yet, stage lights, the concept of eternity, missing the last train home

When the day met the Night - Part Two, Chapter Twenty Seven

The sun was shining brightly as I stood inside the marquee. Bluebell was spinning around watching her big skirt lift and float around her, layers and layers of blush colored floaty chiffon. Josephine, Diana, Lucy and Kate waited with me watching as Antonio, Marco and their assistants fussed over my hair and dress. “Stop spinning Blue you’re making me dizzy” I said smiling at her. She stopped and looked up at me, “I look beautiful” she said proudly, I laughed, “yes you do, you’re very beautiful” said Marco. Rose, our planner, appeared in the entrance, “they’re waiting” she grinned excitedly. I looked around at them all and took a few deep breaths, they were all smiling at me. “Okay remember Bluebell you walk slowly in front of your mummy and toss the petals” Rose said to her, she nodded seriously, holding her little basket of rose petals. “You look beautiful Harper” said Jo kissing me, Diana and Lucy did the same and they walked out to take their seats. I took one last look in the mirror, my ivory gown, full tulle skirt and plain strapless bodice was simple but beautiful. I hadn’t wanted a veil, my hair was artfully styled in a loose bun. Antonio handed me my flowers, roses, ivory like my dress. “Come on Blue, let’s go see daddy” I said nervously. It had taken us just over three months of furious planning, finding the right place was the hardest part. I knew where I wanted to go, the ruins of a medieval castle, Whitehaven. It had a ruined chapel that had its altar wall still intact. But the heritage people didn’t want a big Hollywood wedding there, it took some work convincing them that it would be relatively small with no press. So finally they let us use it, then organizing everything else was easy. Jared wanted everything done yesterday, he rushed around like a whirlwind until the planning was finally done. Thank goodness for Rose, our wedding planner in the UK. Our guest list was short and they were all sworn to secrecy, we had one photographer and we decided we’d release one photo. So here we were, I stepped out into the sunshine, I decided at the last moment not to bother with shoes. I loved the feeling of the lush grass under my feet, it felt silly to wear them. Bluebell began her slow walk in front of me, throwing the petals in front of her. She looked up ahead and saw Jared, she lifted her hand and waved at him excitedly. He grinned waving back at her, as I got closer everyone else faded, I could only see him. He had a simple black suit on with a white shirt, I insisted he wear no tie or bow tie and leave it open. He happily agreed, his long hair framing his face was blowing gently with the breeze. He was beautiful, my heart started to beat faster and when he smiled that smile that made me melt, I wanted to run and throw my arms around him. I looked over to see Beau in his moms arms in the front row I turned to smile at her and she beamed back at me. I arrived at the top, I handed my flowers to Bluebell who put them in her little basket. Jared held out his hands for me to take them, he squeezed them gently, smiling at me. The minister began but I was barely paying attention, I gazed at Jared completely mesmerized, he grinned at me and motioned his head when the minister asked me to answer. I snapped out of my daze and answered and then he did the same. It was finally over and I got up on my toes and he kissed me softly, his arms wrapping around my waist to pull me closer to him, deepening the kiss. “You better save that til later” said Shannon laughing, tapping him on the shoulder. I pulled away and whispered to him, “I guess we’ll have to wait”, he pouted jokingly and grinned. We turned back to the guests and they all started clapping and cheering. A while later after we had talked and talked with everyone there, we found a corner that was on the edge of the marquee that was the reception area, behind a half fallen stone wall and hid there. “You look beautiful” he said softly, “thank you, you’re absolutely gorgeous, I wanted to jump you then and there” I said with a low whisper. “We could go find a secret spot in this old castle” he said, I giggled, “we’ll never go back out there ” I said with a giggle. He nodded then turned on that panty melting smile, “well I’m planning on a very long wedding night” he said in a slow sexy drawl. I shivered, desire rushing through me, I pulled him to me kissing him hard. A few moments later his hand was in my hair messing up my bun, as his tongue pushed into my mouth finding mine. We heard someone behind us clearing their throat, we separated and turned to see Rose looking embarrassed to be interrupting us. “Yes?” said Jared annoyed, I poked him and he rolled his eyes, “what is it?” he said in a more polite tone. “I’m sorry but it’s time to cut the cake” she stammered quickly. “Okay we’ll be there in a minute” he said turning his back on her. I saw her scuttle away, “don’t be mean to her, she’s already so scared of you” I said chastising him, he looked surprised. “Why?” he said, “because of all the yelling you did at her over the phone, nothing she did could please you” I said frowning at him. “Well I needed things to be done and they weren’t, I didn’t mean to frighten her, I’ll apologize, cmon lets go do this” he said dismissing the topic and leading me back to the marquee. Bluebell was holding court with her grandma and some of my girlfriends showing off her dress and my flowers, Beau hung onto his uncles legs. As soon as he spotted us he let go and pulled at Shannon’s hand to help him walk over to us, then holding up his hands to be picked up. Jared lifted him and threw him up then caught him, he did this a few times, he squealed with laughter and lifted his hands up so he’d do it again. “No more, we’ll do it later” he said kissing him. He put him down and we went over to the table where the cake sat and did the whole cutting and drinking the champagne while everyone clapped. “I have to thank Antonio for forcing you to sit next to me” he said to me, everyone laughed and I smiled at him remembering that day. He talked a little more, I just stood there completely dazed by him listening and smiling. He finally started to finish, “so, the five of us would like to thank you for coming all this way we really appreciate it” he said smiling at everyone. “What do you mean five?” said his mom confused, everyone started murmuring the same thing. He grinned at me and I laughed, “baby!” he yelled laughing and pointed to my middle, he stood there laughing his head off as everyone rushed over to hug and congratulate us. I grinned shaking my head, as I was pulled away to be smothered with hugs and kisses. He made his way through the crowd back to me. Lifting me up and spinning me around, “you okay?” he said grinning madly. My arms wrapped around his neck holding him tight, I nodded smiling at him. “I’m very happy, you make me very happy” I whispered. He kissed me softly, “I love you baby” he murmured against my lips. “I love you too” I said sighing contentedly. Surprisingly thrilled to finally be what I’d always feared, his wife.

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Nancy Drew Character Races by the Numbers (excluding SEA)
  • White Characters: 105
  • Black Characters: 12
  • Asian Characters: 10
  • Hispanic Characters: 4
  • African Characters: 2
  • Native Characters: 3
  • Ambiguous/Unknown Characters: 5
  • Games With POC Characters: 20/31
  • Games With No POC Characters: 11/31
  • Games With Best Diversity: Shadow at the Water's Edge (4/4 POC), Warnings at Waverly Academy (3/5 POC), Creature of Kapu Cave (3/4 POC), Legend of the Crystal Skull (2/4 POC).
  • Games With Worst Diversity: Stay Tuned For Danger, Treasure in the Royal Tower, Secret of the Old Clock, Haunting of Castle Malloy, The Captive Curse, Alibi in Ashes, Ghost of Thornton Hall, The Silent Spy, Labyrinth of Lies. (All 0 POC)

I was gonna make a joke about how it looks like this nursery was stocked with the toys from the general store in Titusville but I think that actually makes sense?

Like if Nancy’s in Titusville in the 30s and the explosion took place before/during WW2 there’s a good chance Fiona would play with the same toys as the kids in CLK.

but now I can’t decide if HeR did that a. intentionally for continuity b. just because they wanted to make a reference to CLK or c. out of sheer laziness and not bothering to design different toys


June Moone / The Enchantress

Freelance artist June Moone is invited to a costume party at an old, haunted castle, and stumbles upon a secret chamber where a magical being named Dzamor empowers her to fight an evil presence in the castle. Saying the words “The Enchantress” changes her appearance from blonde-haired June to black-haired and costumed Enchantress. Saying “The Enchantress“ again causes her to revert back to her June Moone form.