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the-lilac-inn · 29 days
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This can be where you currently live or have lived in the past.
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the-lilac-inn · 1 month
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WOW. All I can say is, WOW! At any time during the gameplay of KEY, you wanna swap to free-roam… go for it. You wanna go back to classic point-and-click like games 1-32?! YEP! Go for it!!!
I think KEY is going to revive what was lost, and I am emotional to know that I will experience another ND game just like I did when I first played DDI at 6…. And the last time when I was 16 playing SEA… 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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the-lilac-inn · 1 month
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dusting off my tumblr account to scream WE'RE SO BACK!! new trailer!!! new game!!! 🕵️‍♀️
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the-lilac-inn · 10 months
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using a random number generator to decide which of my Nancy Drew games I should play next because I am indecisive and it chose...The Haunting of Castle Malloy
I've literally only played this once and don't remember who the culprit is so....here we goooo😎
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the-lilac-inn · 10 months
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Nancy Drew Game Aesthetic #33. Midnight in Salem
Hot chowder on a chilly day. Dried leaves crinkling underfoot. Carved Pumpkins. Herbal tea. A deep, abiding unease you can't seem to shake. The smell of old books in the restricted section of the museum. Silent nights filled with wafting clouds of fog. A prickling feeling on the back of your neck. The rustling wind shaking red leaves free from swaying trees. Overgrown moss and long strands of ivy. The smell of smoke clinging to the ruins of a dried-up building. Old wood and creaking floorboards. A cemetery with unmarked graves. The smell of incense, the smell of hay. The daggers that hide in small town smiles. Rain pattering against a darkened window. A warm cup of apple cider in shaking hands. Dusty tunnels. Whispers in the forest. A slow descent into certain madness. Flashlight beams. Murky water. The enduring weight of a violent past.
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the-lilac-inn · 10 months
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Wrote a little epilogue to The Silent Spy. Read now on AO3! (1,245 words)
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But her mother's voice echoes in the back of Nancy's mind. Life doesn't wait for you to be ready. So Nancy forges ahead, suitcase in hand, and each step brings her closer to the memories she can't escape. The memories she once thought she could outrun, but now she's left in the dust where the memories were settling — prickling like salt in a reopened wound.
The cold chill of a somber church. Cheeks streaked with tears in front of a closed casket. The soft smell of funeral lilies tugging at Nancy's nostrils. A calloused hand in hers, her father's voice in her ear...
"I'm right here, Nance. You've still got me..."
The long trek back to the house that feels so much emptier, so much hollower...a little girl learning to live without a mother.
"Nancy."
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the-lilac-inn · 10 months
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don't mind me, just gearing up to replay all the nancy drew games I own because life got boring and I have some free time 🥳
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the-lilac-inn · 10 months
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                      NANCY DREW — COVERS AND GAMES.
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