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you, me, comfy clothes, cozy blankets, cuddling on the couch, a good book, warm tea, and no plans for the next day. you in?

you have absolutely sold me... i am in.

how have you managed to capture all the best things about reading on a beautiful day? you're observant i see. after my own heart...

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they're all gonna wake up with neck pains smh 🙄

Idk what compels me to draw them in a train, but here we are

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I do hope you are doing well, and I come bearing gifts once more. One of my local ducks molted and left a black feather with an iridescent sheen to it. It should be sturdy enough to make into a quill pen.

But I digress, how has spring treated you? I can imagine the blooming flowers are a source of inspiration for poems. Do take care. <3

dear friend,

it's always a joyful moment when i receive your letters, and it fills me with a sense of hope and happiness. this dark, iridescent feather you have offered me is such a gem of a gift… i'll keep it safe and close to me.

spring time is a beautiful time here in the valley. with nature awakening and blooming, i find renewed inspiration in my surroundings every day. the blooming flowers, the sunshine... truly energy for my creative spirit. i am in a good place at the moment and am feeling well.

thank you for your continued kindness and thoughtfulness.

kindly, elliott

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You look like you give good hugs. Shall I test that theory?

be my guest.

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✨Elliott~✨

Oh I have some beautiful news to share with you!

I have secured a date with my beautiful muse (who you of course already know) and it was great! It went splendidly I think, though he might not have seen it the same way I did.

But driving up to a cliff side lot to look at the city lights and stars? Magical!

Your love struck friend,

-L

my dear friend L,

well, well. i see you have some exciting news to share. your date with that muse of yours clearly went positively. driving up to a cliff side lot to soak up the beautiful city lights and stars… i hope you made some beautiful memories that night. i can only be thrilled that it all happened so splendidly, my love-struck friend.

keep following that heart of yours and letting it lead you to all the possibilities this life has to offer. i know it will guide you to where you need to be.

joyfully, elliott

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*Give him a crochet crab plush and a crochet Elliott plush.*

"Gift for you Elliott :) "

oh my goodness... you have blessed me with not one, but two crocheted plush dolls this day. how could i express my thanks for this gesture? the crochet crab, with its soft fabric, will serve as a comforting companion to hold close.

adorable representation of me, as well. i'm flattered.

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Oh I heard that Sam was needing help coming up with song lyrics at one point. Maybe you could help him with that? You're good with words so...

i could try to help sam with coming up with song lyrics, yes. song-writing is a different process than writing poetry or prose, but i'm fairly confident i could help with some of it.

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Hmph. I've been experiencing a bit of writer's block lately... How irritating. Might I have any ideas on how to overcome this?

writer's block is absolutely frustrating for any creative mind. i hear you're experiencing a lack of inspiration... i'm here to advise you with my limited knowledge of this myself i'd firstly recommend taking a break. take some time away from writing and engage in activities that inspire your soul. read books by authors you enjoy, or maybe engage in another creative medium.

i also like to dabble in free writing. start writing and see where each word takes you. don't worry about making sense or crafting something profound— let loose and let the words flow.

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Help me decide should I dye my hair dark blue or blonde

choices, choices.

what speaks to you? if both of them do equal amounts, may i suggest the blonde. i say this because it would be harder to go from dark blue to blonde than from blonde to dark blue. that way you could try both.

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it appears i’ve been haiku-botted! welcome new friends. i look forward to speaking with you all.

can we be platonic valentines??? we can snag some of the discounted chocolate and i have a ton of new books from the library we can read together if you want!

i would love nothing more than to be platonic valentines with you.

that post-holiday discount chocolate paired with a good book sounds golden. we ought to set up a time to do that… would you also care for some coffee at a café? it’s on me.

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Dearest friend Elliott,

From one writer to another I wish to show you some emotional work I have done. Early within the year of 2023 I wrote a poem deep from the soul, one that bared my wounded and bloody soul. Perhaps you shall find beauty within these long since silenced cries of anguish.

Sinful Man (Not Over You)

I am but a sinful man,

My heart is still intertwined with yours,

And yet moons roll-on,

Phases by and by,

Yet the mistakes still hold my heart,

Tears and screams silently echoing through my home,

You were my home,

Why do I love you when I lost you,

Why does my pain not recede after time passes,

You’re fine and happy,

Yet in my darkest moments I find myself crying over you,

Does my heart truly ache for you,

Or a memory of what once was?

I am but a sinful man,

Missing the tender moments we shared,

Each touch of your hand,

The bells of your laugh,

A kiss on the cheek,

The calm I felt when I was with you,

Butterflies fluttered on by,

Leaving me quickly.

I am but a sinful man,

As I sit here saying how much I hate you,

How much I love you,

Why do I hold anger in my soul,

I should’ve done so much more,

Yet you took more of me than you ever gave.

I am but a sinful man,

For a forgotten “I love you” and “happy birthday”, hurt to much,

You cried,

We broke up….

I grew blasé,

Dissatisfied with the world,

Caring less if you responded or reached out,

It wasn’t like you held your hand out to me anyway.

I am but a sinful man,

May the heavens strike me down for my selfishness,

For my blindness and stupidity,

May I suffer for each sin,

For I am but a sinful man.

-L

dearest L, thank you for sharing this personal work with me. your poem is a heartbreaking one, speaking on a great deal of love, loss and pain. i feel your emotion and recognize it for exactly what it is...

i sense themes of regret and longing in this piece. even in spite of all the anger, grief, and resentment, there seems to be a great deal of confliction involved... i suppose that's simply the nature of breaking up. you do a beautiful job at expressing the complexity of the human heart. brilliant work, once again, L.

your secluded friend, elliott

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What if I told you... that I stole your name.

I transitioned and immediately was like "You know that really pretty dude in stardew valley? Yeah, that's my name now."

But it works out because I'm also a writer, a little dramatic and would love to have a little crab friend in my pocket.

and what if i told you i’m honored that you “stole” my name? you have all due rights to keep it. i promise i never owned it in the first place.

i’m joyed to have played a role in helping you find your identity as a trans person. i’d imagine that takes much self exploration. thank you for sharing such a personal part of your life with me.

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Can I marry you?

not until i’ve gotten to know you. i can’t do that if you’re anonymous, can i?

but even then, the process would be selective. if i could marry every amazing person out there, it would simply be too much for me…

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I need to squish you lovely

i invite you to do so gently.

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i come bearing a gift (one [1] song)

this song is bright, sweet, and somehow, quite nostalgic all at once. i have a feeling you knew i would enjoy it. how is that so? did it somehow remind you of me?

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favourite music genre go

you can’t go wrong with dreamy classical music. there’s a lot of variety to be found in the classics that suit so many different moods.

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why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food

do you?

i do.

what philosophical words you speak.