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ashpkat · 6 months

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i’m making a personal first gen hc post bc i’ve been thinking of TDOJ and my own fic for a lil bit so

- declan and constantine did not get along at the trials and continued to not get along until mid copper year when constantine became a makar

- they didn’t get along because declan + sarah did not come from much; their father physically wasn’t there and their mother wasn’t mentally there and they didn’t have much money. because of this, to him constantine and jericho were nothing but stuck up prissy kids that could and would walk all over declan.

- but why constantine specifically and not jericho? because constantine has trouble with a little concept called empathy. and it took constantine becoming a makar and seeing that money and status couldn’t protect him forever for him to finally develop some empathy.

- sarah was alastair’s first friend ever. alastair felt very out of place on his apprentice group, he was the only person who was a pair of twins and also didn’t score nearly as high as the other four.

- for extra classes/ “electives”, sarah and alastair took up metal magic together.

- yes i know canon says constantine was “charming” and stuff, but consider: jericho being the more popular twin (it’s cause he isn’t two faced and is real)

- declan punk rocker is REAL

- declan gets jericho into a lot of punk rock stuff, which pisses constantine off to his wits end because him and jerichos room is RIGHT next to eachother and the music bleeds through.

- he also annoys the shit out of constantine by singing 21st century digital boy (bad religion). and it actually makes constantine like the song. it’s catchy!

- sarah and her brother are outwardly very similar. but in reality, they have very few things in common.

- sarah loves michael jackson, celine dion, kate bush, the works— these bands declan cannot STAND and it causes arguments .

- constantine ends up running a Real (not cave food) Food black market. how does he get his hands on so much outside world food? because after he becomes a makar, master joseph brings him protein bars n such and eventually constantine is able to weasel his way into getting any type of food from him

- exterior wise, constantine is the most calm and collected. interior wise, he is not. if there is every a person to NOT get in a screaming match with, it’s him. he will win.

- sarah falls first but alastair falls harder

- in my eyes, constantine is either aro or gay— no in between

- other students air magic the fresh prince of bel air in the gallery and it’s the one thing the whole apprentice group can agree on watching

- rest in peace declan novak you would’ve loved Step Brothers (2008) and probably MCR

- constantine is convinced by jericho (+declan) to split dye his hair his natural brown and bleached blond.

- eliza hates it. she’s not able to properly color match his natural brown and doesn’t want to spend time nor energy going to the salon to fix it, so she makes constantine bleach all his hair

- declan and sarah hadnt properly celebrated their birthday in years till they came to the Magisterium. it was alastair and constantine who planned the party together

- because wasn’t that a thing? in the books? constantine and alastair were canonically best friends and closest? i think master rufus said it in either book 1 or 2

- anyway

- best friend shenanigans with alastair and constantine lead to one-sided alastine (on constantine’s half)

- Constantine made a chaos ridden wolf to cheer Jericho up after makar lessons became too draining on him. it became an emotional support dog for the whole apprentice group (master joseph ends up killing it in the name of science)

#this post got too long #this is probably going to be one of many #magisterium #the magisterium #constantine madden #jericho madden #sarah novak #sarah novak hunt #alastair hunt

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callum-hunt-is-bisexual · 1 year

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sarah novak is so this is me trying and declan novak is so mirrorball

#con is so mirrorball #and jere is timt #alastair is mirrorball as well i think #yeah #the magisterium #sarah hunt #sarah novak #declan novak #constantine madden #jericho madden #alastair hunt

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citrusscale-remastered · 1 year

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#Magisterium #Constantine Madden #Jericho Madden #This is an au Jericho Did get re-alived with Not A Single Consequence #I put some Special Thought into the twitter names #Handles?#What the fuck are those called #Am also a firm believer in older twin con AND shorter twin con at the same time

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thedoodlecat · 2 years

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Greetings. I hath risen from the dead to tell you that Jericho used to make pancakes for his friends I will return to my hole now. Farewell.

#jericho madden #magisterium #the silver mask #ok woooow I really haven't posted here in a while...#I missed this blog #And also may you consider Declan and Constantine paiting each others' nails?#now you have

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stories4thepack · 11 months

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An honour (part 2)

Wednesday x fem!reader

Warnings: slight blood, mention of death, sump Wednesday, dead reader, flashbacks

Wednesday cannot cope without you. So what happens when you pay her a visit?

You were gone...

Wednesday had held your body for what felt like hours, sorrow tearing her from the inside out. She wanted to cry but couldn’t. She felt numb. The pain so much worse than what she had already been through that night.

Nothing could hurt more than losing you.

“Wednesday,”

Enid muttered from behind her, snapping Wednesday out of her thoughts. The Raven hair had her hands on her typewriter but had been staring at the empty page for- she checks the clock on the wall- 87 minutes. It was maddening that the only thing on her mind was you.

“Wednesday, her funeral was beautiful. She had a ring of flowers on her gravestone and Yoko had placed a photo of the group into her coffin. Her playlist was playing in the background, you know, she listened to a lot of sad music, so it was quite suiting-”

Enid sobs, cutting off the rest of her words. And suddenly, Wednesday was kneeling beside you, your coughs cutting off your last few words. Wednesday could see the blood pouring out your mouth, the wounds that sunk so deep into your gut, your weak smile as the last thing you looked at was Wednesday.

“It's been an honor.”

Your weak voice cut through the silence in Wednesday’s ears, repeating until suddenly she couldn’t take it anymore. She stood from her chair, snapping out of her memory.

“I'm going for a walk.”

Wednesday muttered, storming past the crying werewolf, slamming the door shut behind her. The walk out of the school and into Jericho passed by in a blur. All she could do was picture the blood covering her hands, and the sudden drop in your chest as you gave your final breath. She hadn't even realized where she was going until she stood in front of your grave, the earth pilled in a lump above your coffin. Freshly buried. Usually a new dig site excited her, but she couldn’t feel anything, knowing it was you beneath her feet.

She hadn’t gone to your funeral. She couldn’t bring herself to do so…

She didn’t want to be met with a hundred sympathetic eyes and hear the dozen apologies from her classmates. She didn’t want to see the tears rolling down the pupils’ cheeks, most of whom treated you like dirt anyway. They shouldn't be allowed to mourn; they should be the ones 6 feet-under. Not you.

At first, she couldn’t move, afraid that her brain would torture her with more images of your hands lying limp in hers.

“I never got to thank you.”

Wednesday finally spoke, staring at your name carved into the gravestone. Somehow, she managed to keep her voice monotone and steady, even though she felt like screaming on the inside. She was an Addams, and she would never show that kind of extreme emotion. But she hoped that if you really were listening from the warm heaven of hell, that you heard the emotion she kept hidden inside herself.

“I never got to tell you so many things. You were not meant to be the one to die.”

She hadn’t realized it was raining until her blazer was soaked through to her skin, weighing her down. She hadn’t brought an umbrella, but she didn’t want to worry about that. She just wanted you to hear her voice, to hear what she never got to tell you.

“You somehow got close to me, somehow made me care.”

She walked around to your gravestone, kneeling beside it, her voice so much quieter now.

“I wish I could see your smile, hear you laugh, listen to another one of your torturously terrible jokes.”

She placed her hand on the side of the stone, tracing your name with a gentleness even she didn’t know she was capable of.

“I am so sorry.”

And suddenly, the rain was no longer pounding on top of her, she looked up and saw a black umbrella held above her. Frustration filled her body, not wanting to be interrupted in a moment of weakness.

“Enid, I do not need you to come here to be with me for ‘emotional support’!”

She hisses, standing from your grave

“Guess again,”

Wednesday spun around, her eyes wide when she saw your face. The bright, life filled glow returned to your eyes, your annoying, cocky smile on your face.

“And I don’t want you apologizing, I threw myself at the Hyde, I died because of it.”

Wednesday’s hand went to your face, feeling the warmth beneath your skin as you tilted your head to rest your cheek in her palm. Your eyes never strayed from hers.

“Mutt”

Wednesday said, her body was beginning to shake for so many reasons: the cold, her shock, but mainly because of her longing to be in your arms.

Which is exactly what happened, as you pulled her into your chest with your free arm, resting your chin on top of her head. The umbrella swaying slightly in the wind above the two of you. You kissed the top of her head, silently hoping that she would be alright with the contact, but the way she snuggled closer to you made you feel alright about breaking her rules.

“How are you here?”

Wednesday asked, pulling away from your slightly damp frame, the water from her clothes soaking into yours. You smiled, shaking your head and shrugging.

“Your having a vision”

You comment, gesturing behind her to Wednesdays body seizing up on the floor, her eyes tightly closed but a faint smile on her lips.

You looked into her eyes as she turned back around, and suddenly the images of that night flashed before your eyes, making you cry out as you clutched your gut. Wednesday immediately grasped your arm, moving it away as she lifted your white shirt to check for wounds. Thick, dark scars littered your skin as a reminder of how you had died.

“Sorry, I just, it hurt. That night hurt so much,”

A tear slides down your cheek and, ignoring her better judgment, Wednesday wiped it away with her thumb. Summoning another smile onto your face

“And it didn’t just hurt physically. Wednesday, leaving you. Hurting you. When I looked into your eyes, I thought I would never see you again. It tore me apart. I am so sorry.”

And your crying, for the first time, Wednesday was seeing you cry, and she was the reason. She grasped your hand, intertwining your fingers as you had in your final moments.

“There is so much Wednesday, I wanted to tell you.”

“You do know that you are right here with me, you can just say those things now.”

You chuckled at the calmness trying to cover Wednesday’s shaky voice. You were the only one who could see behind the death stares and gruesome murder novels. You went silent, grip tightening slightly round Wednesday’s hand.

“I want to show you...”

Wednesday gave one, curt nod at your words before your lips were on hers. Kissing her with gentle passion, as if you were testing the waters to see if it was safe. It was when Wednesday firmly kissed you back, that you really sunk into her. You hand was on the back of her head, fingers twirling through her hair as she clawed at your back desperately. The umbrella fell from your hand as it went around the Raven hairs waist, allowing the rain to pour down on you as well. It was a good few minutes, before you pulled away. Your cocky grin on back on your face.

“You have no idea how much it broke me thinking that I would never be able to that!”

“I think I know very well what it’s like.”

Wednesday stated, kissing you again, capturing your lips in desperation. The rain began to soak your hair, your skin showing under your drenched shirt. You pull away, wanting to look at the girl you loved one last time.

“You are so beautiful, like an angel…”

Wednesday scowled, glaring at you as you complimented her.

“Never call me that,”

“I’m sorry my Raven.”

“Better”

She muttered, both your eyes drawn to the sound of Wednesdays body coughing from the floor.

“I say we have another minute at most.”

You muttered, smiling at her before kissing her briefly. Your eyes begin to loose the brightness that Wednesday had longed for ever since you died.

“I don’t want to loose you again!”

She states, hand clutching yours tightly. You chuckled, the sound making Wednesdays cold heart flutter. You brushed her cheek with the back of your hand, your body slowly growing colder under her touch.

“You’ll see me again.”

“And how do you know?”

You looked at Wednesdays body, her chest rising at a steady rhythm. A few seconds left.

“Because you will never let me go that easily.”

You kissed her head, before slowly slipping your arms from her hands. Your heart breaking as you did so.

“Your a mutt.”

Wednesday states as you pull your hand from her grasp. You chuckled again, face slowly growing pale.

“But I’m your mutt!”

You smile before Wednesdays eyes snap open, the rain already soaked her face, Thing sits beside her, attempting to hold the umbrella over her body, struggling without another hand to help him out.

“See you soon Wednesday…”

You muttered to yourself as you watched her wake from her vision. Already missing the gentle touch that she had reserved for you.

Only for you….

#Wednesday Addams #jenna ortega #Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday Addams fluff #reader death #fluff #Wednesday fluff #Wednesday Addams simp

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drkmgs · 1 year

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It had my heartbroken 3

Wednesday Addams x Reader Weems

Warning: not sure if there's any...

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

I didn't plan to write a part 3 for this one, but I guess here we are. Thank you for reading this story and have fun! :)

I think this is the longest part 3 that I ever wrote...

The moment you vanished from their hug, you found yourself waking up to the sun toasting you, looking around to only find sand. The sand was everywhere. You don't remember how you got there and why you were there, but you had this feeling inside of you, it's something like longing for something or someone. So, you stood up and headed straight ahead, with no destination in your head but just walk until you find what you were looking for.

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After what happened in that little garden, Wednesday Addams and Principal Weems seemed to get along better than before. They stopped bickering and settled with giving each other a nod when they see each other in the halls. Wednesday Addams stayed out of trouble and focused on her studies to become a Botany Professor. Every night since you faded away in her arms, she would serenade the whole school with her cello, the music that came from her balcony had all the students and staff, in awe, they felt her longing for you. Even Principal Weems sobbed one night while she was listening to her play and it made her miss her child more than ever.

———

You have been walking and walking, you don't know how long you have been in this desert. In this place, it felt like time is non-existence. You're exhausted and collapsed on the sand. You faced the bright sun, trying to even out your breath, you can feel the dryness in your throat and mouth. When a woman's hand with a bottle of water waved it to you, you instantly grabbed it and drank from it. The woman told you to drink slowly and apologized for being late. The woman looked awfully familiar but you couldn't pinpoint who it was, but you had a light feeling towards her. For no apparent reason you started to blabber about your previous life, you talked and talked on autopilot, but your brain right now doesn't recognize any of it and the woman just returns you a smile. A loving smile. The smile that you usually give to people you care about.

———

Wednesday Addams is still serenading the school every night. Her music does change sometimes. Some have heard her play something frustrating, and maddening, and sometimes it was just pure loneliness. She knew you wouldn't be coming back but her gut is telling her to continue playing her cello every night just in case you were stuck somewhere and needed some guidance to go back to her.

Principal Weems stood in front of your headstone, reading it 100th time now, and would trace the letters. She would whisper in the wind "I love you" and "I miss you" hoping you would hear it, wherever you were.

Happy 4th death anniversary to you.

———

After drinking your 10th water bottle, you felt yourself being drowsy, your eyes heaving, and you feel everything spinning in your head. The last thing you saw, was the woman smiling at you. Then it was pitch black.

———

Suddenly, you feel a light thud and sprung up. You looked around, scratching your eyes with your knuckles to get out of your sleepy state, and that's you realized you were in your apartment, in your bedroom, on your bed.

Your crazy dream probably was due to your stress, moving from Seattle to Vermont. You don't know Vermont and never heard of it, but once you read about it, all you could do was think about it. The strangest thing is that the so-called little town Jericho has been in your mind lately, that's why you specifically chose an apartment in that town. It isn't as luxurious as the one you had in Seattle but it felt like home to you, warm and cozy.

Dismissing the entire dream, you got up and headed to the bathroom to get your day started. You don't have to worry about your work, you're a full-time writer and you own a publishing company, which you could manage from where you're right now.

You changed into more cozy clothes and headed to the café, that you saw as you drove past it. The Weathervane. As soon as you enter it, nostalgia hits you, the feeling that you have been here and missed it, was concerning but you couldn't focus on that because your mouth has been watering for a taste of their hot chocolate. You finished your order and settled in one of the booths near the counter, you see all sorts of students wearing the same uniforms.

You're suddenly getting images flashing in your mind, some with voices and some just blurry colors. As it finished, you were already holding your head in your hand, and the barista came to give you, your order and also asked if you were alright. You smiled at him to assure him you were fine and thanked him for bringing your order. You eagerly took the hot chocolate and let the taste bring you back to that nostalgic feeling.

Flashes of images came back again, as you sip some of that hot chocolate, and this time it was more visible — a woman with silver-haired, blue-eyed, and red-painted lipstick stood tall and proud looking down at you with a smile that made your heart melt. The moment you opened your eyes, you had the same smile on your face.

After that delicious breakfast, you head out to the local bookstore. Again, as soon as you enter the shop, you are welcomed with a familiar scent, and now you're convinced you're going insane. You don't know where all these memories are coming from and why they're showing up.

Your thoughts were cut short when you heard the front door open, signaling someone else entered the shop. You didn't bother to look and continued your book browsing through the shelves when the person walked past by. Her scent filled your lungs — lavender and woods. The scent was oddly familiar, like you have smelled it before, the name and the face was at the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't recalled in that moment.

Later that night, you couldn't sleep. You tried everything to fall asleep, but nothing helped. So, you decided to sit out in your balcony. The scenery was beautiful. Dark blue sky, shimmering stars and the bright moon. You suddenly hear a faint cello sounds, starting to play. You look around where it could be, it wasn't somewhere near you, it was much further.

Then it clicked. The Academy. It's coming from there.

———

A couple of months passed by. You're now standing in front of two big doors.

Principal Weems.

It says. How long has it been since you saw this lovely woman? How long has it been when you found out about your past life? Those memories. You had a choice, either face them or forget them. It's clear which one you chose.

Two knocks

Come in! Please take a seat. I heard you're applying for the botany position-

She didn't change at all. She's still the intimidating, adorable and sophisticated principal, but older. You couldn't help but smile.

How have you been, Mom?

You saw how fast her head snapped up and how she's not taking her eyes off you. You know, she's waiting for something to happen but nothing happened.

Principal Weems-

As soon as you heard that voice, you didn't hesitate to turn around and greet the person.

Hi, my love.

You see her froze and progressing everything in front of her. You gave her a minute, but you couldn't help it anymore and threw yourself onto her. Only when she inhaled your scent, that's when she realized it is really you.

You're back?

I am. I heard your nightly serenading.

I- Please elaborate how you came back?

Honestly, I don't know. Before I came here, I had no memories about you and mom and everyone. Then all the memories slowly flooded my mind as I stroll around Jericho and everynight as I hear you play your cello.

You pushed slightly away from the hug. You scanned her features, from her eyes to her lips. You tried to fix her bangs as they got messed up because of your sudden embrace. Larissa cleared her throat and got up from her chair, walking towards both of you. She wrapped her arms around both of you, just like in the little garden.

———

"And that is how your parent came back." Principal Weems whispered as two little girls had their attention to her.

"I miss them." one of the little girls murmured almost falling asleep.

"You'll see them tomorrow, darling. Now both of you go to sleep." Larissa tugged both girls in and kissed them good night on their forehead. After one last look, she silently close the door and went downstairs.

As she make herself comfortable on the couch, her phone rang. She knew who the caller was and sighed.

"Wednesday, darling. Your daughters are fine. They're asleep. Please you're coming home tomorrow. Enjoy your and Y/N's alone time." Larissa sighed because this isn't Wednesday Addams's 10th call for today.

You snorted at your mom's response and told her it was you on the phone and that Wednesday was soundly asleep beside you. That night you talked to her on the phone until it was time to get ready for your flight.

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secretly-a-catamount · 18 days

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YOU LEFT THAT WHOLE CATHOLIC CONSTANTINE AU IN THE TAGS OF ASHS POST THINKING WE WOULDN'T NOTICE MF THAT SHIT GENIUS

Thanks, I’m glad you join my rambling that I made up in like two minutes!

Hope it’s coherent. Lol.

#magisterium #the magisterium series #magisterium series #constantine madden #jericho madden #catholic #catholicism #tw: religious trauma

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superoffbatter · 2 months

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Wolfstack's Ticking Time Bomb | Hard Mode Guide

Are you guys having fun with the new World Event? I know I am. I am having so much fun with my runs (and only 1 self-explosion so far) that I've decided to write up a guide for it!!!

There's around 14.000 of the World Quality left so we don't have all that much time to continue. If you just want to experience the travel, do a medium/easy run!

An Easy run is especially worth it if you just unlocked the ship, even. And the event is very cool!!!! The fear! The tension! The tick-tock of the bombs as you drag the bulk of your ship through the sharp rocks and winding paths, heart racing, eyes full of terror.

The doubt! The way you grow increasingly afraid, increasing terrified, thinking of anything, any solution at all to get out of this problem you have gotten yourself in. The maddening sound, the warmth, the desperation, the growing threat of mutiny quelled only be the ever more terrible threat of an explosive demise.

This might be the *best* out of all the Living World Events we got so far!

Alrighty, so to the guide part.

First out of everything- admit that you are not going to be able to succeed in the checks. It's fine, if you're lategame to try and go for the medium ones, but the checks in the hardmode can reach up to 24 Zeefaring to 100%.

Yeah, it's genuinely insane. So, ignore them.

But if you can't use half the cards- how will you, a zailor of quality, finish this event's hardmode and get a nice new quality for your mantelpiece?

Here are some recommendations.

First of all, grind as much Strong-Backed Labour as you possibly can. I actually recommend either:

The Bazaar Side-Streets (marginally more efficient with underclay. Don't worry about the 3.50E you've just spent- this event can reach 8 EPA in hardmode, even if you don't have the needed Zeefaring.)

The Southwark statue in Jericho Locks. It's the best option for SBL, bar none, though it requires card draw.

In any other circumstance, I'd tell you to go for the Underclay, but this event is genuinely so profitable the Bazaar Side-Streets become a viable option. Every action you save is worth its weight in gold.

Get *as much SBL as possible.* 6-9 is the absolute minimum in my opinion.

Second: Stock up on Second Chances. Specifically, Dangerous chances. Keep your Suspicion below 5 as well so you can draw a certain very good card in zee.

Next: keep your Troubled Waters low. A bit of pirating here and there isn't too harmful- it doesn't really increase TW that much over the regular cards.

Keep at least one TW-reducing card in your hand, so you can use them to switch regions from Home Waters to London and from Stormbones to the event location. If you have more then one TW-reducing card in your hand, lower your TW, but always make sure to change regions with a TW-lowerer.

This is because your hand is wiped on region change, so to minimize TW you need to do this!

Good cards for TW reduction:

"A Corvette of Her Majesty's Navy,"

"The Wax-Wind" (if you have a zub)

"What do the Drownies Sing?" (if you have a Drownie Effluvia from Fruits of the Zee)

"A Giant Angler Crab" (specifically "Ready the guns and fire at its soft spots" option, reducing TW by 2 CP).

When you get there, every level of TW will be converted into the event menace, Volatility, and reaching 8 volatility will blow you up.

Now, you got to the hard part.

Most likely then not, you are not going to be able to do the advanced checks here, so keep to the Watchful check (which is super easy) and the Dangerous check (which is amazing)! They are, respectively, 'Steady! Steady!' and 'No way! There's no way!' and they will be your salvation.

Those second chances? Those are for the Dangerous check. Never play the Red Science check unless you're very very endgame and utterly loaded on that stat.

(I enjoyed the game telling me that 10% RS check is, incredibly, safer option than the one that has an actual chance of success and I can spend a second chance on.)

There are, at first, only 4 cards in deck, so you can keep drawing and playing those two.

By the time you have Progress to the Admiralty Depot 5, you start drawing a (bad) card called 'Now! Now!'

It's not very good. It has an insanely difficult check which you should never roll on, and an option that spends 1-3 Labours for some guaranteed progress.

When you draw this card, take a deep breath and check your Volatility. Is it below 4? Is it at most halfway to 5? If it is and your progress is *not* 6 or 7, you can bite the bullet and do a zeefaring check to draw again. You can take the damage. If it isn't, simply spend the SBL and draw again.

The card 'We're not going to make it!' has a slightly lower amount of damage dealt to you so pick it, if this happens.

Now, have you drawn 'Steady! Steady!' or 'No way! There's no way!' in your new draw?

Play those.

Now, draw again and hope for one of those two.

If you draw a Zeefaring check again, sigh mournfully and spend the SBL.

Rinse and repeat- even if you have the worst luck ever, 9 SBL should be enough to get you there.

And congratulations! Your heart is racing, your breath is hot- but you have earned your bounty.

#fallen london #guide

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