#final letter

[eleanore-delphinium]

Damian's Letter To Raven

from the fanfic: From A Dearly Departed

My beloved Raven. If you are reading this it means something bad has happened to me. I wish it wasn’t the case, and I wish I could hold you in my arms and tell you that everything will be okay.

But I know everything won’t be. Not for you who I left behind. I hope I died fighting and even more so, fighting to protect you. 

I hoped that I had at least got to tell you I love you and gave you that ring I always promised. I hope I got to call you my wife and we built a life together. The one we kept talking about.

But if I didn’t do any of those things I promised, and I didn’t get you that ring and that house. There is still something I can give you now. 

We talked about having kids. And if that is something you still want beloved, I have frozen my sperm. I wanted to surprise you. But if you're reading this letter, it means that I've died and didn't get to tell you.

Beloved, you must know, however, that I didn't plan this in the event that I die. It was my failsafe in case something bad happened to me on a mission and I couldn't give you a child. You know how I always worry about all the chemicals being tossed around on missions which might make me sterile.

If you still want a child with me, I'm giving this option to you. I know it's not exactly what we talked about. And I wished it wasn't this way, but beloved if there was something I could give to you, it's that dream of having kids with me.

I have given instructions to my mother, if there is anyone, I trust to do the procedure on you, it would be her. She is more than capable.

Raven. I love you. I hope this letter is something you will never get to see. But if it does. Know that I love you more than anything. And whatever you do, my love will never change.

Raven. Live well for the dreams I couldn't fulfill. And I'm sorry that I've hurt you. I wish I could wipe your tears and hold you in my arms.

I love you, Raven. My beautiful beloved Raven.

With love, always, always with love. Damian, your Robin.

~.~.~.~.~.~

The full letter without Raven's breakdown.

I think I did well (in writing this), what do you think?

[liorlen]

gale origin playthru from astarion’s pov or smth like that

[sakuravalelp]

Phantom letters - DPXDC PROMPT

The bats wake up one day to the internet going crazy; people around the world were getting letters from they're diseased loved ones. The reactions are mixed, from people being outraged for the "prank" to people crying in melancholy at getting closure.

All the letters have something in common: They're closed with a green sealing wax that had an stylize DP and the name Phantom beneath it. Posts about the cards were using the # Phantom Letters.

The bats are discussing the viral posts in the cave when Alfred comes holding a basket filled with letters, announcing they were left at the doors. The letters had the sealing wax that they recognize from the posts. Checking the cameras they can see how they glitch before the basket appears.

Alfred starts to distribute the letters that had only one destinatary. Letters from each Thomas and Martha to both Bruce and Alfred. Letters from each John and Mary to Dick. A letter from Catherine to Jason. A letter from the Drake's to Tim, and another one to Bruce.

Once they had calmed down enough from the shock, Alfred proceeded to read the shared recipients. From Thomas and Martha to "The grandchildren we never got to meet." From John and Mary to "the family that took our little Robin in." Letters from Catherine to "My little boys family." The letters were directed to people the deceased didn't get to meet.

As much as the mere existence of the letters tugged at their hearts, they decided to not read them until they verified that the handwriting actually belong to the ones it claimed. They checked each letter, and in the end confirmed the letters were in fact from they're lost love ones.

After much discussion, each person makes the decision to read they're own letters later in private, and they proceed to read the ones that shared recipients out loud. The letter mentioned specifics like names and events that the deceased shouldn't have been able to know, including they're vigilante abilities, which had them pause each time to panic a bit. But what was more interested were certain pieces of the letters that mentioned a Prince Phantom.

"Prince Phantom said to don't mention things past our death, but it wasn't a command, so we're hoping this won't be much of a problem." - John and Mary

"I still can't believe Prince Phantom is letting us do this, but I'm so glad." - Catherine

It finally paints the mystery in a more concerning light when at the end of Thomas and Martha's letter there is a call for help.

"We're sorry for ending the letter on a serious tone, but seeing the kind of job you all get involved in, we wanted to ask: Could you please help Prince Phantom? Phantom had asked us to not give information about this, but he's so young, and has already been hurt so much. Please, check on Amity Park, Illinois."

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Meanwhile, team Phantom has decided that they needed to get the news about the GIW out of Amity and ask for help. Two problems:

the GIW blocks any technological attempt made.

People might be afraid to learn that ghosts exist and side with the GIW.

As a way to deal with the public image, Phantom opens a possibility that the death have never had:

"All afterlives are open to write letters to their love ones that are still alive today. Nothing that includes threats, and don't go talking about the anti-ecto acts or Amity Park yet, we're trying to ease people into our existence first. Also, I know you all check on your love ones when the veil is thin, but please keep the things you shouldn't know out of the letters if possible. If you want your letter to be sent in the first batch, make sure to deliver your letter before the week ends."

Letters are a good way to reconnect people with the death, they aren't digital, and the GIW won't be able to intercept letters if they're send through inter-dimensional portals. Two birds in one shot.

[emetitur]

boy and heron. 🏹

having some thoughts about this film

[astearisms]

but it ain’t called love without a little tragedy 🍁

[attackoneyebrows]

that's how we show love.

[letargoss]

Carta que te-me escribí después de que te vi

Hola, tranqui que esta tampoco la vas a leer. Creía que tal vez sí pero no puedo, no puedo verte y no verme tirada en el piso aquel septiembre llorando mi corazón porque te habías ido y con toda la razón.

Ya lo entiendo todo sabés? Hasta el dolor que todo esto me provoca por eso he estado posponiendo esta carta porque no es solo para vos también es para mí.

Le voy a decir adiós a la esperanza de un día volver a conocernos al menos por ahora porque me duele mucho todavía y sé que ha pasado mucho tiempo, que mejores aventuras y días hemos vivido pero es que vos y yo no fuimos una casualidad, no fuimos un momento o una aventura. Fuimos historia y transformación, fuimos una vida.

Sin vos y yo no estarían estas versiones mejoradas de nosotros que iluminan a donde sea que vayan. No tendríamos este presente tan sabroso de experiencias y crecimiento.

Me ha costado tantísimo dejarte ir pero vos sabés lo nostálgica que soy, lo enamorada que siempre estaré de la nostalgia y romantizar toda mi vida pero a veces eso puede resultar en un arma de doble filo y nada más causar dolor como dagas al corazón cada vez que te veo en persona y no existe presente entre los dos. me duele en puta. Ya se volvió insoportable,inromantizable. Ya entendí todo.

Todo lo que fuimos, todo lo que nos hicimos y cuáles consecuencias se deben comprender en este caso donde ya el perdón no es una opción y desconocerse es lo más próximo a bloquear en vida real.

Mi cabeza aún preserva la magia de lo que un día fue y cree que podemos comunicarnos a través del sol y la luna como aquella historia que una vez te conté.

Creí que esta carta iba a ser larga para mí pero en realidad estoy agradecida, solamente eso me queda puro y genuino agradecimiento a cada cosa. Mi amor, mi sol, mi vida.

Fuiste todo lo que pude haber deseado y te agradezco el segundo que decidimos juntes enseñarnos a vivir los años más difíciles de autodescubrimiento y aunque no lo hicimos tan bien, hicimos lo que pudimos con lo que teníamos y eso no es mediocre, eso es éxito porque ahora podemos ver las lecciones y no repetir patrones, en serio sanar, en serio entendernos, en serio amar cada uno de nuestros defectos, partes, cuerpo, ser.

Estamos muy guapísimas las dos, muy realizadas y admiro desde la distancia tu brillo. Te abrazo. siempre te abrazo.

Pero por ahora dejaré de buscar respuestas del porqué nos morimos con el sol. Todo salió como lo necesitábamos y aunque eso suene como una afirmación hedionda de instagram es full cierto.

No voy a mentir nuestra ruptura y como al final acabó todo lo que construimos me duele hasta el dia de hoy pero es un dolor que aprendo a cargar, recordando que al hacer tanto daño abrí todas mis heridas y traumas y que ese dolor solo va a sanar si navego cada una de esas heridas o traumas y los coso y curo yo misma. Todo me lo puedo dar así como merezco amor y sanación en este proceso que es básicamente un duelo doble: vos y nuestra relación.

Un duelo que me ha hecho ver lo mucho que te extraño todos los días pero que eso solo significa una cosa: extra extra amor propio para esos días. Entonces dándome todo ese amorcito veo la persona que fuiste y como me quisiste y sano. Siento paz.

Ojalá vos sintás paz, sanando... nos seguiremos viendo y no prometo que no siga sintiendo presión en el pecho y ganas de hablarte pero intentaré no hacerlo. Por mí, por vos, por el sol y la luna que en mi cabeza siguen siendo nuestro medio de comunicación. Nos respeto, nos valoro, nos recuerdo con cariño y gratitud.

Siempre vas a tener algo de mí en vos y tendré tu sonrisa en mi mente siempre. Siempre te querré pero eso ya lo sabés.

Veo como el dolor ya no se siente tan fuerte al momento que voy terminando esta carta y creo que es porque estoy lloviendo como hace rato no había aguacero.

Vuelvo a mi ser con todas las experiencias que nos dejamos, que nos dejaste y siento tu presencia como un recuerdo de un sueño lejano pero ahora existo por mí y solo por mí. no hay nadie que me ame más, que me entienda más y sé que para vos es lo mismo. Nos amo por enseñarnos algo tan increíble.

No creo que nos volvamos a conocer pero si lo hacemos quiero que sepás que ese dia que te vi en la línea viendo mis burbujas por primera vez en años entendí toda nuestra magia y esa era la única respuesta que necesitaba.

abrazos de oso siempre,

Iri

[goxjo]

⟢ ┈ Thinking about meeting with your criminal lawyer higuruma and telling him your side of the story, but he keeps getting distracted by that shiny little thing behind your shirt

+ cw. f! reader, he calls you a chick, reader wears a skirt, nipple + clit piercing, lawyer / client, semi-public setting, MDNI

Hiromi leans back, trying to get comfy in his executive leather chair, mindlessly clicking his ballpoint pen as he listens to you ramble on and on about your little case. Whatever it is you're saying, he's certain you're innocent. But as much as he wants to force himself to care, he has since abandoned all hope of understanding your predicament. Because right now, his eyes keep darting back and forth between your helpless puppy dog eyes and that shiny little twinkling bump behind your shirt.

"Are you listening?"

"Mhm, mhm." He scratches his throat, shifting in his seat, balling his hand in a fist to hide and hopefully suppress the little big strain in his pants. "Sorry, go on."

It doesn't help that the golden hour rays point to your plain white button-down. Sure, everyone is strictly encouraged to go by a dress code. But to wear something so thin at a criminal law firm and forego a bra? This chick is nuts. But so fucking ho—

"My eyes are up here, you know."

Uh-oh. He sheepishly scratches the back of his head. It's no use denying it at this point. "Guilty."

"If my clothes keep distracting you," You speak low, slowly work your buttons down, earning a gulp from Hiromi whose breaths have grown ragged and eyes are deadlocked on your slightly exposed chest, "maybe I should just take it off—"

Hiromi hears the doorknob to his office rattle and quickly gets on his feet. "Higuruma-san. Here's that paperwork you asked for—" the door bolts open, "oh, my bad." Hiromi has turned your swivel chair around just in time, one hand behind you forcing you to lower your head, and the other- well- is hidden from view.

"There, there. Everything's going to be alright." Hiromi appears to be comforting you, patting your back before mouthing 'shh, I'm busy here!' to his colleague.

Hiromi watches as his unsuspecting colleague leaves his office, one hand still soothing your back, and the other... fiddling with the silver metal between his thumb and index finger.

"Sorry about that. Looks like my hand slipped."

"Mmm," you hum, corners of your lips upturned. "Think it could slip lower?" You pull on his tie to make him crouch to your level, legs spreading wide open, allowing him to part your panties to the side.

"Fuck me," Hiromi groans against your forehead upon feeling another piece of metal where he hoped there would be.

Needless to say, Hiromi's earned a pro-bono client that day.

[the-last-butter]

I hope his birthday gift this year is an Intervention god bless

[elialys]

FRINGE + Top Rated IMDb Episodes [insp]

[monstrous-angels]

Sephiroth when he finds out about Fanfics.

[letojessica]

love is the fabric of the universe.

vladmir nabokov in a 1926 letter to his wife véra // la traviata, giuseppe verdi // the antennae galaxies in the midst of colliding, x // speak, memory, vladimir nabokov // heart and soul nebulae, x // interstellar (2014), dir. christopher nolan // divan i shams, rumi

[tiabwwtws-art]

Drowned, dragged, delivered

[madmaxified]

the fact that BOTH of them were in and somehow survived a weird homoerotic relationship with ella is shocking

like wtf they put in the little blue haired girl??

[tiiramisu-cake]

probably the first time we see megumi laugh like this in a long long while —so freely, without a worry, just a joyous boom of mirth— after literally going through hell and back... and of course it's gojo who makes him laugh.