#| Tucked Letters

[scarletooyoroi]

Thoma have you ever been bald before in your life?

Well now that you mentioned it and all--

How about I tell you about the rigorous tests performed for initiation of Kamisato retainers!

[astrxlfinale]

Those peaches really speak to your soul huh Trailblazer?

"As the wise ones say, fruit is an integral part of one's eating regimen. So naturally I have my own profound opinions, a method so to speak, and you simply follow what speaks true to the heart."

"Peaches just have a certain magic with me."

Caelus's contently thoughtful expression speaks of it all. No matter sky or sea, heaven or earth, this answer of his was found in the wonders of truth most profound.

[valorxdrive]

Xion thinks that Sora should teach Phos how to hunt. Teach a man to fish...

"Huh!? Y'mean to tell me she never knew how how too--" Oooooh. Now that he thinks about it, that does make sense, the mere fact that so many of their encounters ended up with Phos being an utter and shameless mooch for his supplies!

While in the name of their teamwork he knows that keeping her fighting fit if pivotal, and as a friend, letting her starve is only mildly questioned at best whenever he sees her skipping around with dusted fingers, maybe this could be the pivotal change they were waiting for!

"Not a half bad plan at all there!" Sora agrees, taking a moment to pound a fist an open palm. "Imagine if she got super good at it! Whether it's finding a fresh meal from fishing or hunting for discounts in grocery stories.. I might actually have to stop doing double duty not to go broke!"

His Lucky Lucky! skills have been working their good share of overtime.

@perditos

[crossxskulled]

“Why are you looking at me like that?” (From Makoto :3) - @epitomees

Could anyone not find this surprising? This very view before his eyes that easily betrayed any preconceived notion that school ever created? Makoto Niijima, goddamn Makoto was right here having fun. Part of him clearly feels a tug of guilt that he imagined her eating, drinking and sleeping with books.. And by no means is it a case of envy in terms of her erudite status either. (Maybe a bit. Part of him wishes he could actively study that effectively.) So to think she knew about the touches of a social life, to actual ideas that she knows how to have fun comes as jarring above anything else.

This idea of them rolling out to an arcade was assumptive-ly driven by the thought that Ryuji would have to introduce everything to her. From games, tickets to the fine glory of prizes if those said skills proceeded to pay the bills. Time and time again she'd flip the script, and while not all the fine details were known, it's clear that experience managed to guide her steps in some ways to make her a hell of a gaming partner. Just shooting a couple of hoops to score a small rack of tickets ended up in blinding success.

Not to mention there was a share of smiling determination that didn't just physically express itself in a smile, the said pleasure managed to reach up to her eyes in the stance of a spicy glimmer to top it all off.

"..You know how to have fun?"

Ryuji only caught what he blurted out a second too late. That immediately draws a hiss from him, not wanting to wreck the moment, but that honesty always managed to be a blessing and a curse. He quickly draws up a hand, ensnared by a mini forest of tickets in a request for a do-over. "No no, lemme try that one more time--"

"We're raising some hell man. I didn't know you had a couple of party bones tucked up in ya. I mean, if we ain't counting the manga readin' sessions. I give ya some bonus points on that too." By all means the blonde looks pleased by the change. Part of him just hoped that said eagerness or amazement didn't come off as alienating.

"I should be seeing ya here a lot more often!"

@epitomees

[mysicklove]

I raise you Gaurd dog sukuna having to get used to rescue puppy yuji

Like he's not used to the split attention. And now when he bites you yuji starts to growl thinking sukuna is really hurting you 😭

Man I lowkey miss hybrid stuff

omg omg omg omg omg fic with both dog boys yuuji and sukuna??? i will write this idc man this is going in the drafts.

100% get in tons of arguments and when yuuji defends u from the harmless bites u literally have to step in front of him down the guard dog.

….what if i write a threesome porn with plot fic with this…..then what….

[legendthatexists]

alright, which one of you did this on google maps

[redmyeyes]

Dear Hawk,

It would have been so easy to stay. To let you take charge, take care, like you were always so good at. I wanted to. You don't know how I wanted to. A bus ticket after fourteen years and I was right back there. We were right back there. Except of course how we weren't.

I wanted a taste of who you are now— a father, husband. I wanted to know the twelve-year-old version of you that lived on in your son. I watched through the window as you danced in golden light, and in that moment felt such a vicious stab of jealousy I thought I deserved nothing good to ever happen to me again. How was that love, to deny you an obvious source of joy and comfort, just because the source was not me nor mine? When I realized that they, too, were only allowed slivers of you, I didn't know who I felt sorry for more—them or you or me or the whole sorry lot of us together. It put things in perspective. How embarrassing, to be competing with a twelve-year-old for your affection. No matter how much we wanted to pretend that you had room enough for both.

You probably think this was a drastic measure to take, even for me. Lock myself up for the next decade, just to keep myself away from you. Let me assuage your guilt and ego both: yes, but only in part. You don't want me to martyr myself to a cause? This is the greatest cause I can think of. I can't be around you without losing myself. I won't be responsible for causing that kind of pain in someone else.

I'm sorry for not saying goodbye in person.

I'm sorry for saying it wasn't real.

Yours,

[aragaki]

In such a big Fable mood and I need to share an idea that just hit me while I’m play 2 and 3

Sparrow keeping Rose’s diary hidden in their room for years. It’s safer in their chambers than in the library and even if it wasn’t, Rose’s words belong THEM. It’s their most precious treasure. Every time they miss their sister and the weight of ruling crushes them they pull it out. The wear on the pages shows just how often they need it and how dearly they miss their older sister.

Then they pass and suddenly their room belongs to Logan. Filled with the ghosts of memories, he remembers when he was little and would sleep with his parent(s) when he had nightmares. Now it’s his and feels so empty. Then he finds a diary that doesn’t belong to his parent and how precious it was to them and the dream his aunt had when his parent was little and had nothing to their name. Logan promises that he’s going to be as devoted to his sibling as Rose was to hers.

Then Logan’s sibling runs away. The world is on a road to ruin and the only family he has left hates him. He can’t imagine if they found his journals they would keep them, he can’t imagine himself being as precious to them as their aunt was to their mother. But still, he continues on. When the revolution is at his doorstep, he keeps Rose’s diary with him. He can’t risk his parent’s treasure being destroyed in the fighting.

And then it changes hands again, now the HoBW has it. And they can only hope to honour Albion the way their parent honoured their sister.

[johnnyutah]

also i rewatched 6 tonight on the plane and the way that jill looked at amanda in the flashback of john bringing her his first ‘cured’ subject……….. oh my god

[scarletooyoroi]

Far from her usual location but deciding to investigate where her usual subject has trekked, a certain horned girl was peering from rooftops to avoid being noticed by the locals. But when it came to a particular 'fixer', her mind had already determined his fate....

He was simply assisting a woman with her groceries and making idle chatter, but it didn't prevent him feeling eerily watched and before he could investigate the feeling, a balled up note bopped him on the head reading "Womanizer".

Someone had it out for him today.

What better way could explain this phenomenon of a constant gaze? Consider it a measure of more perilous times, where trained vigilance served as the means before a new day or an early grave. For all considerations, Thoma played his part while in tune with keeping true to his values. The wife of a friend receiving assistance as workplace matters were discussed, a share of laughter made, it's clear the two known each other at least to a modest degree.

"Ah, Melody, I believe it's time for me to find myself on--!" Thump! Within an instance! The collision in itself was totally harmless, that certainly hadn't stopped the shared confusion as his head tilted back from the strike.

"?? Goodness, whose child wound up--"

"Think little of it." Thoma quickly adds in, wanting to ward off the worry quick as possible. "Mischief making at the tender ages is nothing new." And on stop of that, he didn't want to bring attention to the particular person who held a affinity for using this as their means of communication. Waving goodbye to their slightly concerned glance, the streets of Mondstadt were once again traveled, the paper wad found itself unfurled as he could get a good look at the contents.

Scratch that, the scathing sounding contents.

'THIS AGAIN..!?'

Exactly what kind of image about him has been in the process of being cultivated here?! Not to mention the sheer amount of vitriol no less! Now Thoma is confident he hasn't been showcasing any wrongs of that callous direction. So what's with this?!

Give it a second, give it two, then similar to a demon's intuition, the direction of where such an article thumped him from was taken into consideration. Immediately with those eyes boldly shoot towards the heavens in order to drive an accusing squint towards the tosser in question! Any old local he was not!

"You!"

@from-past-the-stars

[astrxlfinale]

"It does sound a little weird..." Guinaifen would muse, body turning around on top of soft surface, phone in hand as she'd steal glances from the hotel Caelus had checked into; "... do you seriously sleep in a tub ? Sounds... kinda scary, I don't think you're supposed to sleep in tubs. Something about drowning, or -- something ?"

That was a lot of somethings.

On the table by her bed remained the ticked he offered to her, neatly kept in a small bowl she had picked up somewhere throughout her stay on the Xianzhou. It'd remain close for the moment, time and duties bringing them apart long enough to create a stirring longing in her heart, one that didn't quite seem to still at the stories that were tied to Penacony. Clockie was one thing, she could get on board with that silly little rascal and his adventures, the hilarious cartoons they'd spend time watching together, but...

... something seemed a little too good to be true.

(maybe it was the big sister in her)

"It does look pretty though, what are the dreams like ? " She'd inquire further, phone held up above her face as she made herself comfortable, legs crossing. "Penacony sounds pretty creepy, I don't think I'd ever dare set a foot there. Does it really have stores inside the dreams? How does that even work..."

If they had stores then they surely had restaurants... she had been granted the chance to taste some of the extraordinary deserts from that place, but it seemed weird to think that it could've been manufactured inside a dream. Not only that, but the rumors tied to the place were everything from awesome to less awesome, bordering towards concerning. Whether not those stories were true, on the other hand... seemed to slip her mind as body threw itself upwards, Guinaifen soon sitting up in bed, both hands clutched around the phone. The sudden change in weight caused the poor old bed to creak, a taunt coming from her brothers on the other side of the door.

(she'd quickly hush them, all whilst holding her gaze on the phone)

"TURN BACK AROUND ! " she'd demand loudly, face pressed closer to inspect the frame. Was that... really? "O h my AEONS - Go closer Caelus, closer - I want to look at that dress ! ! ! " Concerns about Penacony ? All gone at the sight of a dress.

"Closer closer closer, p l e a s e ! ! !"

"Should've seen March's concerns on that note. Almost confused it for a bubble bath initially, and for a second I did as well, a ritzy kinda detail."

It wasn't unfamiliar that the wealthy promoted the oddest hobbies derived from particulars.

When she drew attention onto how it all operates, all thanks to a conversation they held prior, Caelus wanted to grill a bit more attention to it. For an instant he was easily prepared to just talk about Memoria, only to remember that Guinaifen never held too much opportunity to delve in that subject matter. Maybe a light introduction was more effective?

"Don't lose that sense about ya. You're not. These things are infused with a special power. In truth-- It's not really water that's held in those. I wish bath bombs swung around looking that nice."

By the time his attention shifts out of his hotel room and off into the luxurious accord of the main halls, Caelus's stride was honestly no different than anywhere else. Penacony's hotels were more familiarized grounds, altering the course of his pace from slow and studious to a more casual gait, his features knitted into a sense of morbid wonder.

If there's one thing he's come to learn with time involving his girlfriend, there was an uncanny sort of sense she carries, a way to delve through layers with intuition intentionally offered or not. This was left as food for thought he advanced through the hall of keyhole shaped doors. Ornate ruby rugs and etches of obsidian flooring would be the grounds he crossed, weaving through sets of couples, business folk and a few gaudy individuals who's laughter barked louder as if creating a show.

"..Actually, that is what I wanted to show you. From what I learned, a lot of what keeps this place afloat has to do with The Harmony's potential. Screw just a lil bit, everything screams spiritual with the possibilities." He mentions, giving a grimace as his thought tilted towards other matters. Situations within the dreams, tense moments and loss all the same.

Thankfully, a voice of shocked, elated and outright excited reason snapped him from dreary reverie-- scratch that, it made him nearly jump out of his skin on top of that!

"!! Whoa whoa hun, where's the fire?!" He sputtered out, the jolting his senses causing him to immediately survey the surroundings, battle sense wholly prepared to hone in upon any particulars. However what she brings to his attention causes the antsy-ness within his veins to falter as catching the way her eyes turned into golden gems at what briefly enraptured her attention. After pivoting to a full 180, he'd keep that hand coasted high in order to signify her confirmation.

Only for the view of not merely a luxurious, but a legendary scale of a dress to be revealed upon a showcase. Before he could take the moment to actively soak in the minute details, it'd be the excited squeals of his lady that hones his focus, mirth bubbling forth as he chuckled. "Okay there future fashionista, I never knew this was a scouring tour for technique here." He adds as a harmless jab before bringing them over.

Recognition flashes across the Trailblazer's countenance once he really takes a look. Watching the way ivory spills in what looks like a shawl of cosmic, silky rivers. How it's fashioned dark silks as the edges, only for the flowing course of white that seemingly cradles the violet angle within. For a moment it almost looked alien to Caelus as it was missing the particular lead of the Charmony Festival decked out within it.

"Damn, hold on a sec-- Are you familiar with that singin' superstar Robin? I remember this, it was the same show dress she hanging out and about in around here." Was she a long time fan and he's just never noticed? For an instant he wanted to ponder if it was simply celeb curiosity, but in the end, a much more interesting thought spun his mouth into speaking once again.

"Or were you wondering how you'd look in this?" What wasn't seen was the cheeky smile donned, easily heard through his tone instead.

..Maybe that could've been a bit of projecting. Compared to any accolades or heights of superstardom overtaking his mind, the much more original idea of how Guinaifen would give her graces to his outfit bulldozed to the forefront of his mind.

@avaere

[valorxdrive]

"Sora, spot me some munny, I hunger."

"..." Normally this situation would've had him iffy. Yet, somehow the idea of Phos utilizing his denial as permission to raid his SPECIFICALLY hidden snack cabinets on the other hand, he truly did have to weight his options in such a scenario.

Munny was a commodity that really didn't have too much point for Sora, due to the abundance, but, there was always this.. factor, the unknown that comes with Ms.Phosphorus.

His Mickey Mouse shaped wallet would be procured as he begins to mindlessly dig around within it.

Seeing how they were in Disney Town, maybe Hog's Burger Barn went and caught her attention, that had to be it!

"How much is it? That stuff is smelling pretty tasty, I might need ya to grab me some too!"

@redfabled

[witchstone]

if you don’t mind me asking, why did she try to sue the school because of you?? 👀

it was so stupid. it was traditional for my grade to make the annual "school magazine" - it was really just a paper booklet that no one really read? it definitely wasn't formal by any regards. i was tasked with drawing the cartoon because i was The Art Kid, and another kid was told to write a review of the tuck shop. which he did, but apparently spent the whole review sucking up? (iirc it turned out he was family friends with the owner). so it was given to me instead to do last minute. i'd only been there four months and was decidedly not the kind of teenager who got tuck shop money, so i asked people for their opinions which were: overpriced (objectively true. the price they were charging for a buddy coke in the early 2010s was still more expensive than the price now, an inflation crisis and pandemic later) with mediocre food (also objectively true. the slaptjips sucked beyond all possible belief). the review, which i made a point to be fair and objective about, was accepted by the teacher and went to print and then got distributed to our tiny school. which is apparently when the tuck shop owner found out about it and went straight to our school principal, threatening to sue the school because of it. probably worth noting that we do not have a...culture of suing? for want of a better phrase, like they seem to do in the usa. this is a bonkers thing to threaten to sue someone over.

so yeah. i get hauled to the principal's office, principal luckily thought it was the funniest thing that had ever happened to him and it just. disappeared. probably because you don't sue over shit like that and south africa has strong freedom of speech laws. the tuck shop ended up folding under her management and she had to sell the next year. Local 15 Year Old Outlasts Actual Adult Who Wanted To Sue

[drowningincaffiene]

Would've been funnier if I dropped this first

I feel my power coming back 🤩🤩🤩

[hwaitham]

[redmyeyes]

Dear Hawk, (chapter 1, on ao3)

Dear Hawk,

             It would have been so easy to stay. To let you take charge, take care, like you were always so good at. I wanted to. You don't know how I wanted to. A bus ticket after eleven years and I was right back there. We were right back there. Except of course how we weren't.

             I wanted a taste of who you are now — a father, husband. I wanted to know the eleven-year-old version of you that lived on in your son. I watched through the window as you danced in golden light, and in that moment felt such a vicious stab of jealousy I thought I deserved nothing good to ever happen to me again. How was that love, to deny you an obvious source of joy and comfort, just because the source was not me nor mine? When I realized that they, too, were only allowed slivers of you, I didn't know who I felt sorry for more—them or you or me or the whole sorry lot of us together. It put things in perspective. How embarrassing, to be competing with your children for your affection. No matter how much we wanted to pretend that you had room enough for both.

             You think this was a drastic measure to take, even for me. Lock myself up for the next decade, just to keep myself away from you. Let me assuage your guilt and ego both: yes, but only in part. You don't want me to martyr myself to a cause? This is the greatest cause I can think of. I can't be around you without losing myself. I won't be responsible for causing that kind of pain in someone else.

I'm sorry for not saying goodbye.

I'm sorry for saying it wasn't real.

                          Yours,                           Tim