Iris,

Heather:To our dear fathers me and my brother hope you’re well. I’m here to ask you something. Originally it’s was me and Henry but he was afraid to ask this question. So here is my question Did you guys ever had a big argument like it was so big that it almost ended up you to going to yours merry ways and never seeing each other again.

(Henry appear out of nowhere) Henry: Or if you guys our uncomfortable with this question and possibly mad at us for asking such a personal question! So you don’t have to answer it.

Heather:Henry what are you doing?

Henry: oh I’m just telling our dads that if they feel uncomfortable that they shouldn’t answer the question.

Heather: ok but why did you threw the line “Possibly mad at us for asking such a personal question”

Henry:Hey you don’t know if they would be mad or not about this.

Heather:(sighs)

Dearest Heather and Henry,

You have no need to be so afraid to ask such a question. If ever there is a question that he, or I, or anyone does not want to answer, we would simply choose to not answer it. We are under no obligation to do so. That being said, such a question can be answered in a very simple and non-invasive way, and thus we (or, I suppose, I) will do so.

There is a short answer and a long answer to this. I will answer first in the shorter way. In terms of interpersonal relationships, I do believe it's impossible to never get in any arguments. The difference is in if these are disagreements, arguments, or full-on fights. I do try not to let it escalate to that final stage, as that makes it far more difficult to reconcile. The most important thing is ensuring that you have an honest communication with the people around you.

That being said, Albert and I haven't been in this new stage of our relationship long enough to have too many arguments in the vein of splitting apart like that. The closest we've gotten to such a thing would be when I told Albert to leave London as soon as the trial was over.

I feel quite ashamed for my actions towards him, especially at that time. I had gotten to the point where I no longer cared if I hurt him emotionally, nor how badly I would hurt him, so long as he survived the experience. And, while that may be something one can forgive oneself for, I am truly ashamed of my actions.

I did not care if he left forever. I did not care if he would never recover. When he sent me letters from Germany, both in the years leading up to his London trip and the months following, I never once responded until after I had managed to recover from the final trial.

I learned a lot of difficult things about my family. I had to rethink quite a bit about my life and my actions. I found what I had done to be unforgivable, and yet he forgave me anyways. He is an incredible man, better than I could ever be. No one deserves a love like him.

And so, I will always try my hardest to ensure he feels listened to, understood, cared for. It is the absolute least I can do to help him. Any argument can be overcome so long as the person is worth it. And for him... anything is worth it.

Lord Barok van Zieks

Mod Update: brief hiatus!

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to take a brief hiatus from answering questions. You're absolutely still free to send them in, in fact, I encourage that! But I probably won't get around to answering them for another week or so. Sorry for the trouble!

Signed, Mod of the Baskervilles

*leaves a present with a hand carved wooden bird inside the box in strongharts cell*

To the anonymous gift giver:

I must say... this is an immaculately crafted carving. While such talents should be used in more proper forms of carpentry, beautiful ornate furniture and the like, I cannot deny the beauty of this simple object.

I would like to while away my hours with whittling, though I have been put under immense isolation and careful watch. I argue that I am not a dangerous man, and yet they will not allow me tools for woodworking. I will treasure this.

Mael Stronghart.

To Enoch

What is the best Creature?

To anon.

I actually did quite a bit of work under a veterinarian when I was still living with my parents. I wanted to apprentice under him but my parents did not want this, so it was a bit of a secret apprenticeship. It was quite a bit of fun, and absolutely fascinating, but those years are long past.

Tat being said, my favorite animal is the humble pig. They are ferocious creatures with a strong personality and a penchant for eating anything. Quite literally anything, aside from metal. And that is certainly not for lack of trying, I simply believe they cannot process such a food. In fact, I know of only one animal brave enough to eat metal, that being the goat, though that is neither here nor there.

Pigs are intelligent creatures and I admire their tenacity. When I was younger, I would pretend an old ear of corn or an undesirable wooden crate was an effigy of whatever had been frustrating me lately. I learned later that there is a similar process in the South called voodoo. Fascinating stuff.

I hope this satisfies you. Enoch Drebber

Benbaro twins redesigns

Very cute!

If you want to explain these designs to me and my little audience, feel free! Just send me an ask that talks about them.

Signed, Mod of the Baskervilles

Hey there everyone it’s me the creator of Benbaro Children. So I was wondering which design of the twins is better and why?

Old design or New design

Hello, creator.

I have to say, all art is subjective. No matter what I think of your art, what matters is that you enjoy making it! I like both sets of designs. The first set is more unique but the second is more cohesive, I like the first one because it's the one I saw first and the second one because it's clear you put time into editing the designs.

Thank you. Mod of the Baskervilles

Dear father-in-law,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. I am writing to invite you to our baby shower, which will be held in three months.

I know that this invitation comes at a difficult time for our family, as we are still mourning the loss of my brother-in-law. His memory will always be in our hearts, and I know that he would have been so excited to welcome our new baby into the world.

We would be honored to have you join us in celebrating the newest addition to our family. Your presence would mean the world to us, and we hope that you can make it.

With love,

Lord Blackquill.



To Lord Blackquill,

Thank you for your kind invitation. I am certain that my husband and I will be able to attend this celebration, and we look forward to welcoming this new life into our family. I hope that our presence there will be able to bring a bit more life to such a dark time you and your wife have been facing.

Respectfully, Lord van Zieks.

"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

yeahhhh Ben it might be a good decision to talk to Enoch or someone about it

Dear anon,

I fear you may be right. The moment I received this, I made up my mind to go and visit Enoch, not only to discuss his treatment of me, but also simply to... reconnect. Believe it or not, the two of us were friends, in the amount of time that we knew each other.

He and I never talked much about our personal lives, though, and discussing my feelings and life experiences with a man who hurt me so feels... odd. I know he had his reasons, but, even still... Perhaps when I share my thoughts with him, I can share how he made me feel, what he made me go through. It seems as though it could be cathartic.

Thank you! Benjamin Dobinbough

I have a question for Knife Juror. You're my favourite Juror, but how do you get away with possessing a knife in court? And what is your profession? Trace.

Trace,

I'll have you know that I'm an absolute professional. The knife is just a sign of the work I do, eh? I'm a barber by trade, Aiden is my name, and they said they couldn't find anyone else, so they let me. If they had a problem with me knife, then they should've had a problem with that girl's weird smoke gun.

And... thank you. For the favorite thing. I appreciate that.

Signed, Aiden Richmond (knife juror)