Angela Ledore
@angelaledore.bsky.social
https://angela-ledore.straw.page/
[Parody account with spoilers for Miracle Mask and possibly other Layton games]
[The walk back to Monte d’Or with @2rich4montedor.bsky.social is a somber one. She stays silent, but her mind begins to race as they get closer and closer]
[A thought occurs, and she tries to hide her guilt and discomfort. Her eyes dart over to Dalston]
[A thought occurs, and she tries to hide her guilt and discomfort. Her eyes dart over to Dalston]
October 23, 2025 at 10:49 PM
[The walk back to Monte d’Or with @2rich4montedor.bsky.social is a somber one. She stays silent, but her mind begins to race as they get closer and closer]
[A thought occurs, and she tries to hide her guilt and discomfort. Her eyes dart over to Dalston]
[A thought occurs, and she tries to hide her guilt and discomfort. Her eyes dart over to Dalston]
[She walks out of the Ascot house and spots Memory Knoll]
…Vero? Please, if you can hear me, come over!
Vero?
[She half expects to see someone there, but it is empty. Walking around to the back, she continues to call Vero’s name]
(Is there nothing I can do? Why does no one ever listen?)
…Vero? Please, if you can hear me, come over!
Vero?
[She half expects to see someone there, but it is empty. Walking around to the back, she continues to call Vero’s name]
(Is there nothing I can do? Why does no one ever listen?)
September 11, 2025 at 6:30 PM
[She walks out of the Ascot house and spots Memory Knoll]
…Vero? Please, if you can hear me, come over!
Vero?
[She half expects to see someone there, but it is empty. Walking around to the back, she continues to call Vero’s name]
(Is there nothing I can do? Why does no one ever listen?)
…Vero? Please, if you can hear me, come over!
Vero?
[She half expects to see someone there, but it is empty. Walking around to the back, she continues to call Vero’s name]
(Is there nothing I can do? Why does no one ever listen?)
[Her footsteps are quiet as she makes her way down the stairs to the Ascots’ living room. She looks around, and her voice is gentle as she calls to @fabricatedfatality.bsky.social ]
…Simon?
…Simon?
September 6, 2025 at 4:08 PM
[Her footsteps are quiet as she makes her way down the stairs to the Ascots’ living room. She looks around, and her voice is gentle as she calls to @fabricatedfatality.bsky.social ]
…Simon?
…Simon?
[She’s wandering the upstairs hallway. When she finds Randall’s room, she stops and steps in. It was so easy to be taken back to that time, when everything was just a little simpler]
[When Henry was alive]
[She stands, motionless. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.]
[When Henry was alive]
[She stands, motionless. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.]
August 23, 2025 at 7:16 PM
[She’s wandering the upstairs hallway. When she finds Randall’s room, she stops and steps in. It was so easy to be taken back to that time, when everything was just a little simpler]
[When Henry was alive]
[She stands, motionless. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.]
[When Henry was alive]
[She stands, motionless. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.]
[It’s no surprise her dreams are eventful. On the old path on the outskirts of Stansbury, she stumbles over several corpses. Some charred, some mauled, others peaceful and at rest. There’s a gun in her hands and a gun pointed at her and a gun pointed at the bodies, all the bodies of everyone she—
August 5, 2025 at 12:32 AM
[It’s no surprise her dreams are eventful. On the old path on the outskirts of Stansbury, she stumbles over several corpses. Some charred, some mauled, others peaceful and at rest. There’s a gun in her hands and a gun pointed at her and a gun pointed at the bodies, all the bodies of everyone she—
Reposted by Angela Ledore
[“𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦.”]
April 5, 2025 at 2:03 AM
[“𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦.”]
[She quietly makes her way out of her former house as her mind whirls. It’s almost as if she’s not in control of herself, anymore. There’s a sense of dread in the air as she walks towards where she heard the sound]
[A path on the very edge of Stansbury. One that is burned into her memory]
[A path on the very edge of Stansbury. One that is burned into her memory]
July 16, 2025 at 3:12 AM
[She quietly makes her way out of her former house as her mind whirls. It’s almost as if she’s not in control of herself, anymore. There’s a sense of dread in the air as she walks towards where she heard the sound]
[A path on the very edge of Stansbury. One that is burned into her memory]
[A path on the very edge of Stansbury. One that is burned into her memory]
[She makes her way up the staircase, as she checks to make sure the wood is relatively stable. A step that she and Felix often skipped over gives a dangerous creak, but she hurriedly steps off]
July 9, 2025 at 5:04 PM
[She makes her way up the staircase, as she checks to make sure the wood is relatively stable. A step that she and Felix often skipped over gives a dangerous creak, but she hurriedly steps off]
[Her head is fuzzy as she pulls herself up off the ground. What happened? There’s still a sense of panic as she looks around, alone]
…Henry?
@therandallestascot.bsky.social ?
@fabricatedfatality.bsky.social ?
…Is anyone here…?
…Henry?
@therandallestascot.bsky.social ?
@fabricatedfatality.bsky.social ?
…Is anyone here…?
June 28, 2025 at 1:34 AM
[Her head is fuzzy as she pulls herself up off the ground. What happened? There’s still a sense of panic as she looks around, alone]
…Henry?
@therandallestascot.bsky.social ?
@fabricatedfatality.bsky.social ?
…Is anyone here…?
…Henry?
@therandallestascot.bsky.social ?
@fabricatedfatality.bsky.social ?
…Is anyone here…?
[She’s looking around the mansion, mind racing, heart pounding. The fact that’s it’s Father’s Day is hardly the first thing on her mind]
@henryledore.bsky.social? @therandallestascot.bsky.social? @2rich4montedor.bsky.social? Are you there?
@henryledore.bsky.social? @therandallestascot.bsky.social? @2rich4montedor.bsky.social? Are you there?
June 15, 2025 at 3:54 PM
[She’s looking around the mansion, mind racing, heart pounding. The fact that’s it’s Father’s Day is hardly the first thing on her mind]
@henryledore.bsky.social? @therandallestascot.bsky.social? @2rich4montedor.bsky.social? Are you there?
@henryledore.bsky.social? @therandallestascot.bsky.social? @2rich4montedor.bsky.social? Are you there?
It’s June, already…Time has gone by so quickly, with all these…events occurring.
In any case, I hope everyone has a happy Pride this year.
(Closer and closer to the twentieth…I know he won’t…die, but…)
In any case, I hope everyone has a happy Pride this year.
(Closer and closer to the twentieth…I know he won’t…die, but…)
June 1, 2025 at 7:30 PM
It’s June, already…Time has gone by so quickly, with all these…events occurring.
In any case, I hope everyone has a happy Pride this year.
(Closer and closer to the twentieth…I know he won’t…die, but…)
In any case, I hope everyone has a happy Pride this year.
(Closer and closer to the twentieth…I know he won’t…die, but…)
I wondered if a rest would reverse the effects of the curse, but…
May 23, 2025 at 6:26 PM
I wondered if a rest would reverse the effects of the curse, but…
Why am I so…
(…so angular)
(…so angular)
May 22, 2025 at 9:26 PM
Why am I so…
(…so angular)
(…so angular)
There’s a rumble of a gentle summer storm in the distance, and she rubs her face. She hadn’t heard any thunder when she went to sleep.
At that moment, she takes in her surroundings. A rocky, yet forested area similar to Stansbury.
At that moment, she takes in her surroundings. A rocky, yet forested area similar to Stansbury.
May 17, 2025 at 4:50 PM
There’s a rumble of a gentle summer storm in the distance, and she rubs her face. She hadn’t heard any thunder when she went to sleep.
At that moment, she takes in her surroundings. A rocky, yet forested area similar to Stansbury.
At that moment, she takes in her surroundings. A rocky, yet forested area similar to Stansbury.
[She’s wringing her hands together, her mind elsewhere]
(His last full day. You knew this was coming, Angela. It’s nothing new.)
(But of course, now that I know about the circumstances behind it…)
(…Will something happen to Simon? I can’t…)
(His last full day. You knew this was coming, Angela. It’s nothing new.)
(But of course, now that I know about the circumstances behind it…)
(…Will something happen to Simon? I can’t…)
May 16, 2025 at 8:07 PM
[She’s wringing her hands together, her mind elsewhere]
(His last full day. You knew this was coming, Angela. It’s nothing new.)
(But of course, now that I know about the circumstances behind it…)
(…Will something happen to Simon? I can’t…)
(His last full day. You knew this was coming, Angela. It’s nothing new.)
(But of course, now that I know about the circumstances behind it…)
(…Will something happen to Simon? I can’t…)
[It seems that walking around was too much, as the pain in her stomach has kept her in bed. The days coming don’t help, even though she’s faced them many times before. It’s obviously much different now, in more ways than one.]
May 15, 2025 at 11:51 PM
[It seems that walking around was too much, as the pain in her stomach has kept her in bed. The days coming don’t help, even though she’s faced them many times before. It’s obviously much different now, in more ways than one.]
This is a very lovely drawing; thank you to whoever designed it.
May 11, 2025 at 10:48 PM
This is a very lovely drawing; thank you to whoever designed it.
Hello, Charolette. To answer your question, I do. I’m fond of apple pie, so perhaps we could bake one together at some point.
May 11, 2025 at 10:47 PM
Hello, Charolette. To answer your question, I do. I’m fond of apple pie, so perhaps we could bake one together at some point.
(Sweefis? Who…)
I’ve been planning to remove it, but I’m still afraid of what Randall would do if Descole came into contact with him. And I’m not sure it would be entirely safe to leave to sign the legal documents.
I’ve been planning to remove it, but I’m still afraid of what Randall would do if Descole came into contact with him. And I’m not sure it would be entirely safe to leave to sign the legal documents.
May 11, 2025 at 10:46 PM
(Sweefis? Who…)
I’ve been planning to remove it, but I’m still afraid of what Randall would do if Descole came into contact with him. And I’m not sure it would be entirely safe to leave to sign the legal documents.
I’ve been planning to remove it, but I’m still afraid of what Randall would do if Descole came into contact with him. And I’m not sure it would be entirely safe to leave to sign the legal documents.
Hello to you too, Ran.
May 11, 2025 at 9:52 PM
Hello to you too, Ran.
(Mother’s Day…And my first year actually being a mother. It’s a lot to get used to, but I wouldn’t trade Jesse and Charolette for the world.)
(Of course, this day always poses the same question: Should I write to my own mother?)
(Of course, this day always poses the same question: Should I write to my own mother?)
May 11, 2025 at 5:23 PM
(Mother’s Day…And my first year actually being a mother. It’s a lot to get used to, but I wouldn’t trade Jesse and Charolette for the world.)
(Of course, this day always poses the same question: Should I write to my own mother?)
(Of course, this day always poses the same question: Should I write to my own mother?)
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May 11, 2025 at 5:12 PM
[She’s groggily woken up; the anesthesia slowly wearing off. She can feel the dull pain in her abdomen more, however, and she winces at the slightest movement. After a long, restless night, she managed to get several hours of sleep]
May 5, 2025 at 10:28 PM
[She’s groggily woken up; the anesthesia slowly wearing off. She can feel the dull pain in her abdomen more, however, and she winces at the slightest movement. After a long, restless night, she managed to get several hours of sleep]
[As she is lulled off to sleep by her pure exhaustion, she’s caught up in a familiar moment]
[Felix is at the kitchen table, feet swinging as he works on his math homework.]
[Felix is at the kitchen table, feet swinging as he works on his math homework.]
May 5, 2025 at 7:06 AM
[As she is lulled off to sleep by her pure exhaustion, she’s caught up in a familiar moment]
[Felix is at the kitchen table, feet swinging as he works on his math homework.]
[Felix is at the kitchen table, feet swinging as he works on his math homework.]
[She slowly comes to, her head clouded by the anesthesia that is yet to completely wear off. She’d been resting for a good while after the surgery.]
May 4, 2025 at 2:29 PM
[She slowly comes to, her head clouded by the anesthesia that is yet to completely wear off. She’d been resting for a good while after the surgery.]