#and this penpal...

[aurorangen]

One thing about Renee is that she's well known at school, but there isn't anyone she considers close enough to share personal stuff with. Well there's Kalei, but she just met her a few weeks ago! The only people she's comfortable talking to is her cousin Charlie, however it's not like she could talk much about Robbie with him. So there's really only Jay, who she facetimes often to chat!

She thinks what would it be like to have a pen pal? The thought of having a friend who lives somewhere other than Sulani intrigues her and there's something about talking personal things to a stranger that puts her mind at ease. And then she met V.

[luulapants]

Do prisoners actually want/enjoy those penpal programs? Because it seems like such an easy thing to do if it helps them but like with all things prison system related or possibly white savior esq feels I wonder if there's a catch

Ask me about incarceration!

YES.

Oh my god, yes, people are DESPERATE for penpals. Prisoners apply to join those programs and most have years-long waiting lists before they can get matched. These are people who are socially deprived and often feel like no one on the outside even knows they're alive. They need to talk to someone in the "real world" outside of prison.

The big catch is that it's a HUGE commitment - not easy at all. If you become a penpal, you are most likely going to become that person's primary emotional support. If they've got 7 years, you better be ready to do 7 years, keep up with it, and set boundaries for frequency. The absolute worst thing you can do is over-commit, burn yourself out, panic, and ghost them. That happens, and it's devastating.

That said, if you're willing to take that on, you could change or even save someone's life. I'll put more guidance on things to consider if you become a penpal below the cut.

One alternative that's come up in my community, which seems like it was a really low barrier to get started, are card writing events. Before holidays (even things like St. Patrick's day and 4th of July - anything Hallmark has a card for), the group will do a pop-up at a local church. They provide names of incarcerated people who have requested holiday cards, as well as donated greeting cards. They recommend that you write as much as you can - about anything. I once described the scenery on the drive I'd be taking to get home for the holidays, and I bet you anything the recipient read it ten times, because that's how much they crave contact. The nice thing about a program like this is it avoids that long-term commitment. I would love to see more of those crop up around the country.

A prison penpal will most likely, at some point, ask you for money. Financially supporting someone in prison is a lot - incarceration is disgustingly expensive - and you will have some complicated emotions about your level of comfort on the outside compared to theirs, what you're able to give, what you want to give, if you're being taken advantage of, etc. You have to set boundaries with them and yourself before you begin - decide on a number that you're willing to give, and stick to it.

You also have to set relationship boundaries, especially if you're a woman writing to a straight man. Again, these are socially deprived people. Not being allowed to interact with any women for years at a time does not cultivate appropriate behavior. They're lonely, and you will seem like the Only Woman In The World, and that tends to lead to some feelings that can be uncomfortable for the penpal.

You also have to think about your return address in terms of boundaries. Most people in prison will get out someday, and they will likely have very few connections or resources on the outside. Unless you're willing to have this person show up at your house asking for somewhere to live, you might need to go through a program that lets you use its address or get a PO box. You'll probably feel conflicted and gross about that, too, but again, supporting a whole grown person is probably more than you're looking to sign up for when you become a penpal.

[die-rosastrasse]

𝑨𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆 ~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 | 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 🦢

OlgaMariaAnastazja on Etsy

[dame-nostalgique]

Details of an older letter that reminds me of the innocence of Spring 💌🌷

[ne0n4ngel]

6 DAYS UNTIL DELTARUNE with help from @theropeaaa

PENPALS AU (by @hoagiesnadwich)

THANKS TO ROPE FOR COLORING THIS ONE

Penpals and Stringless appeared around the same time iirc, and i used to read it between making stringless pages, then at one point sandwich joined our discord server and the rest is history (I'd say we're pretty good friends now), so to me penpals and stringless have always been like sister webcomics (more like cousins tbh)

Anyway, because of that history i wanted to make a redraw of some of my favorite panels in the stringless style and rope loved the idea

I fucking love how it turned out and i really missed doing comic stuff (i know we posted recently but for me its been a whileee)

READ PENPALS

[petalsinfall]

[lotusarchon]

may i have some husband Macaque x wife reader NSFW and SFW? *swirls hair and burps shyly*

little did she know i'm a nasty dog (macaque x reader)

content warnings: female reader, second pov (you/your), fluff, wholesome husband + wife marriage, nsfw, minors + ageless blogs DNI, macaque being himself, p in v sex, table sex, implied breeding kink

author's notes: god i hate macaque and then this is me to my friend about him (yes that real ones will know this is my genuine reaction towards a macaque edit)

Macaque's arms wrap around your sides, his chin resting on your shoulder. The gesture is affectionate―hands squeezing your hips, a low hum from a new play he's working on in your ear, and he says nothing but watch you place cookie batter on a pan.

He does think he's lucky enough to have you, someone so kind and sweet. He does think he's happy enough that he's earned someone who willingly loves him for all his flaws and all.

(Wukong would like to argue attempted murder isn't a flaw, but what he would know? He's always been a weirdo anyway.)

He likes watching you cook, though. There's something about you wearing an apron, darting back and forth in the kitchen, humming the same tune he sings with flour on your face and your hair in disarray, that paints a scenery he just loves.

But there's always something that feels like it's missing. Something that would make this scenery complete.

Macaque pulls away from behind you, allowing you to slip past and finish the rest of the cookies you're making. He leans back against the table, observing the slight swish of your skirts as you bend over and place the rest of the cookies into the oven with a satisfied smile.

He stares, and stares, for quite a long time….

And it hits him.

Oh, we don't have a little one.

“Macaque?” You glance his way, a smile he wishes to paint etched on your lips. Your face looks warm from the oven heat, and there's still some dough left on your cheek from your hurrying. “You alright there? You've been acting kinda strange lately.”

You frown, brows furrowed while approaching him. He allows you to close the distance, pressing a hand against his forehead. He finds the way you pout to be just as adorable.

“Huh. No fever…did you run into Wukong or something?”

Silently, he shakes his head, amused at your worrying. Your hand trails from his forehead to his eye, thumb caressing the scar that runs vertically under his left eye.

He hates acknowledging this scar exists, yet when your hands are the one touching it, he feels at ease. He feels happier, somewhat.

“I'm fine,” he assures you, leaning into your touch. “Truly. I was just thinking.”

“Thinking?” You tilt your head. “About?”

“You.” His hands land on your waist, pulling you flushed against his chest. Your hands play with his hair, a simple smile on your expression. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

You laugh. “Multiple times, I'm afraid.”

“Well, I'll say it again.”

He presses his forehead against yours, a lazy grin on his expression. His free hand travels south, and you playfully swat at his chest when he squeezes your ass playfully.

You shift to press a chaste kiss to his lips, and Macaque's grin widens at the corners.

On the kitchen table….

It's not the first time you've had sex in any part of your house. Macaque's always been the type to be frisky, always ready to touch and grab. You'd be lying if you said weren't the same―alas, you picked up your husband's bad habits. Wukong would naturally be pissed.

Your legs wrap around his waist, moaning against his ear. His hands dig into your skin, squeezing your thighs while he thrusts into you. His pelvis smacks against your ass, and his grunts and groans fill the air, mixing with your moans and the wet sounds that follow.

Macaque likes you like this. All sprawled out under him, clothes torn and lips swollen, body covered in bite marks and bruises made in his haste. He likes the sight of your eyes all crosseyed, your expression flushed beautifully as he fucks into you.

He bites his lip when his cock rubbing against an angle withdraws a sweet moan from your lips, and he pushes into you harder. Your walls cling to him, drawing him deeper, and he wants to sink his teeth into your neck and leave another mark there.

And he does. He presses lower to your body, his teeth breaking the skin on your neck. Your hands claw at his back, moaning deliriously as you cum around him, gasping his name like a mantra.

Macaque mumbles something under his breath. He licks the broken skin and kisses your cheek affectionately.

“We need a baby,” he murmurs in your ear, and he yanks you closer. “A little me, or you, you know? Gotta…mark you up. All f’me.”

You don't oblige him with a reply, but the way you moan and bury your head in his chest is all that he needs to turn you onto your side with a smirk.

Oh, and you need a new table in the aftermath.

@lotusarchon, 26.11.2024, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

[crow-perch]

happy anniversary deltarune chapter 2!!

@hoagiesnadwich 's penpals is one of my fav things ever. its so so damn good.

[rafeslvbug]

introducing…penpal!rafe

certified jock. life of the party. mr kook king.

addict. broken. struggling rafe.

penpal!rafe…who is either loved or hated. and those who hate him can’t deny that they’d love to be him or be with him.

penpal!rafe…who struggles in silence. every party leaves him feeling less like himself. drowning snorting his problems away.

penpal!rafe…who hates the pressure. the pressure to be perfect. he’s got it all - everyone sees it too. it’s why he has everything but real friends.

penpal!rafe…who holds back his sigh when kelce slides him the bill at the country club, or topper slings his arm over his neck and says “it’s on rafe”

penpal!rafe…who asks for help. desperately. countlessly. and gets told to “be a man”

penpal!rafe…who feels almost weak when he comes across the online penpal meet. who feels pathetic when he stumbles across this anonymous girl who’s looking for a penpal. who feels less like a man when he reaches out.

penpal!rafe…who even though knows it’s not “manly”, enjoys it. and grows not to care. he looks forward to the perfectly decorated letters, with neat handwriting and sweet messages in it whenever they come.

penpal!rafe…who hesitates for a second to spill his secrets to this girl. but she’s so warm, through the pages he knows she won’t judge him. not like everyone else. and in her he finds comfort. love between the pages.

also introducing…penpal!reader

quiet girl. honours student. little miss perfect.

tired. misfit. forced to be where she doesn’t belong.

penpal!reader…who hangs with the lively, popular crowd, but is the quietest of them all.

penpal!reader…who has a lingering expectation to be the best. perform the best. her teachers. her parents. she can never fail.

penpal!reader…who’s exhausted. late nights. words swirling on the page. she doesn’t want to be the best anymore.

penpal!reader…who can’t tell anyone how tired she feels. it’s always, “don’t you want to do good?” or “we’re only pushing you because we want the best for you”

penpal!reader…who believes anonymity is the only way to express herself. no one she knows would believe her if she said she was struggling.

penpal!reader…who pours all her effort into the letter when she gets a penpal. she needs someone to listen to her.

penpal!reader…who lets it slip between the lines how tired she is, how she’s crumbling under pressure. then feels like an idiot afterwards.

penpal!reader…who’s almost brought to tears when she receives a letter that actually understands her. gives her advice. helps her.

penpal!reader…who seeks solace in her letters. someone she can rely on, and who can rely on her. someone real, who actually takes her feelings into account. not fake girls who overlook her, but string her along with their group for appearances. or people who just don’t care. a friend.

[shigarosie]

TW: dubcon

Which of your favs gets drinks with you bc it makes you more pliable and needy?? 👀

-Sunny 💕

RAHHHHHHHHHH Sero :( but specifically best friend Sero :((( he knows when you drink you get horny, you complain about it all the time, and if he drinks too he can blame the way he offers to fuck you on the alcohol. Pretends to be a little more drunk than he actually is too. When you're sober, he can't convince you that you're desirable and that guys wanna fuck you. But when you're drinking you spread your legs so easy for him

[beatrizjournal]

Cozy spreads in gloomy days! I also had my first journaling date with a friend and posted a video that I actually am proud of. Good and bad days.

You can see it at Beatriz’ Journal on YouTube.

[secretdazedragon]

Quick doodle bc he was on my dash

[die-rosastrasse]

Fragments of a fantasy-themed letter for my Irish pen pal 🌿✨

[dame-nostalgique]

My favorite wax seal with lily of the valley 💌

[eternelle-chenille]

Les lettres envoyées en janvier 2025 ❄️