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blairtrabbit:

In honor of the new chapter I posted today I present an Occam’s Razor painting I commissioned from the insanely talented anadapta.(commission them. Seriously.)
The detail in this is stunning. Everything down to the armor and the stroke affected side of Newton’s face. I still can’t get over it. Thanks again Ana!

Thanking you!

blairtrabbit:

In honor of the new chapter I posted today I present an Occam’s Razor painting I commissioned from the insanely talented anadapta.(commission them. Seriously.)

The detail in this is stunning. Everything down to the armor and the stroke affected side of Newton’s face. I still can’t get over it. Thanks again Ana!

Thanking you!

You don’t get round to opening it until Monday night. Held by the concierge, who gives you a look as she airlifts it on planate fingers, you’re sure it’s a mistake. Away cardboard stamped by every customs agency under the sun, three layers of plastic bags, mouldy string, and you’re sure it’s a joke. You’d think Michaelson, but Michaelson would’ve cut out the middle-surly-gatekeeper and just broken in. That’s why no-one likes Michaelson.

Then again there’s the absence of a note. Forrester in NSY likes to type up precise, suggestive commissioning notes, as if he’d rather solve superannuated cold cases than murders. The anonymous officer from the Lothian & Borders force tops their Is with circles and calls you ‘Holmes’. You prefer Dupin, but you appreciate the business.

The file smells of procedure and plastic, something disremembered. A new, shiny catalogue label that doesn’t look remotely official. New paperclips. A joke. Michaelson. Some teenager who found your website. But then, but then the inside takes you by surprise.

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280 pieces of paper, 1 bottle of ink, 1/4 typewriter ribbon, 30 teabags, 1 oven, 5 vintage photos. 28 days, 10 unique iterations, 1 unsolvable mystery.

(Tl;dr - I did a handmade horror/mystery story.)