#i hope this letter finds you well

[theoldkyokodied]

[Hi Dennis. How was the lion feeding?...?]

This has been something I've been working on for quite a while now, as some people who look at my insta story might know, but I'm finally done!! those text messages from s14ep5 are so unhinged, they haunt me every goddamn day. To drop "i love you so much" just to follow it with what essentially is a "no homo.. for u... even tho u r so hot and i like you so much!". exploading them with my mind into a million pieces, okay?

[stagshield]

update:

i have boarded up the windows. the townspeople do not seem pleased with my actions lately. i don't understand. all i did was spread a layer of mayonnaise over the crops to protect it from the birds.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Birth by Sleep - Commands - Balloon Letter

[somedayslater]

i didnt read the last chapters since i discovered it was the end (but i was spoiled by tumblr lol)... i didnt want to believe it... i want to still look forward to new chapters of No Home :(

For the last few years eunyung and haejoon have been my companions. I healed a little while following the story of eunyung, feeling like its ok to be angry and wanting revenge on your family and the society that continues to want to keep you in a "house" where you are mistreated. How the world isnt made for children at all, the absolute unfairness of it all. That you can choose to keep going, and if you do so its ok to keep your distance with what hurts you.

I healed too with haejoon, who came to terms with the fact that he will always be overcome with sadness and grief from time to time, and when that happens he can only let himself feel and wait for it to pass, and try to look forward to the next day.

Honestly this manwha was the best ever. I couldnt read this manhwa as a form of escapism because it was too real. It pulled strings in my heart i didnt know i had, made me question a lot of things about myself, about others, about my relationship with others. It made me have painful discussion with a few people. Following this manhwa, most of the time, was really unpleasant lol. I hated then loved eunyoung, I liked and then disliked haejoon (yeah sorry haejoon, i think you can be really cruel and stupid and i wanted to strangle you a few times in the last arcs (i would NOT be friend with that guy lol) -thats why this character is so amazing). But i felt so much while reading it i wouldnt trade it for anything. It was funny, it was dumb, it was deep, it was enraging and healing, but most of all it was sincere. The most sincere depiction of what being a person in a deeply flawed society is, and how there's happiness even while surviving.

It was so frustrating to see the manhwa go in a direction i didnt want it to go ! I wanted it to become my cozy refuge, where every problems are magically solved, where haejoon and eunyung ends up understanding and loving each other in a cliché way, where theres a new home with my *fave charas* and its a series of feel-good interactions. Instead the problems kept pilling up, most of them didnt have a satisfactory conclusion, eunyung and haejoon kept hurting each other and distancing themselves. Haejoon just cut contact with his father without knowing what were his nefarious motives or without this guy facing any consequences, we dont know if eunyung's parents will keep bothering eunyung unchecked, we dont know if they're going to be happy and rich, or if, realistically, as orphans without generational wealth and deep traumas, they're going to end up in a shitty life situation.

And i couldnt thank wanan enough for this. They didnt take the easy way, the feel-good way, the way that would have given them a probably bigger fandom so a bigger source of money. I'm amazed by how they managed to hold this whole story so perfectly. Not a single misstep. Everything they draw was where it should have been, every action from the characters were understandable (and frustrating lol), the fucking subtlety of the developing relationships, no deus ex machina and no miserabilism. I didnt always agree with wanan's ethic or what i perceived of it (i think stealing or being violent is ok depending on the context, i dont think working hard to earn money is a virtue) but i respect how they choose to present it. I didnt talk about the other characters because honestly they didnt move me as much (except marie), but i love them so much too. I felt sad that eunyung and haejoon didnt become best friend 5ever (or even lovers hehe) but honestly, understandable lol. If i was one of them i WOULDNT become close with the other at all, so its kinda amazing they could still find this level of mutual understanding.

In short, wanan is an amazing story teller.

And an amazing image-composist (have no idea how to say this in english). The artstyle doesnt look like much, but this gave wanan a wide graphic range to convey emotions that wouldnt have been possible with a more sophisticated style i think -how will i forget the red swirlings mixing with eunyung skin ? The expressions, the choice of colors, the choice in showing something in particular without giving a clear explanation on why (often haejoon's surprised or contemplative face, which made me re-read chapters a few times to try to understand what was happening in his big head). It didnt feel like wanan thought their readers were stupid, nor did they play the fake-deep style. It was perfectly balanced.

And so even if i didnt read it, i have no doubt the end will be the same. Im so sad they decided to end this manhwa, but i know prolonging it would have been greedy and that ultimately, the manhwa would have suffer for it. Some authors do that : they have a popular series going on, and for whatever reason they keep writing new chapters without a clear goal and so the story becomes diluted, messy, useless. I love when they do this, because i can say goodbye to a story progressively as my interest in it wans, without feeling sadness or loss. But it makes me not think of the story at all in the future, since everything that was good about it became buried in new shitty chapters. Because wanan didnt do that, i know that i would think of no home for a long while, maybe forever,

,like i really lost companions when no home ended actually. Because it really, really hurts, knowing i wont be seeing new faces of the no home characters anymore. I know it sounds probably stupid ; i feel genuine grief here lol. I want to know what will happen to them, if they are alright, if they found a place in the world... if there is something to look forward after all, and i really dread not having answers every monday anymore. and the fandom is so small i cant comfort myself by re-entering the no home world every week or whatever... does anyone else feel this way ToT ? maybe i should participate myself but well,, i wouldnt know where to begin...

And saying that ! I'm almost never on this blog, i dont really have socmed accounts, i dont participate in fandoms at all. But I spent a looot of time reading and watching people who does -without being connected or interacting with posts or fanfics at all. AND i really want to thank you all for giving me so much material to chew, posts that made me think, fics that made me smile, drawings that inspired me, witnessing interactions that made me laugh. I was and i probably will continue to be a ghost on socmed, but i really want you to know that you had an impact on me and i was looking forward to your new posts (and will continue to!).

the "every no home chapter is a test of my willingness to Not blow my own brains out" and explosion eunhae monday of @skiptoyuri

the regular nohome posters which makes me happy to check tumblr regularly @shimamitsulover @lesbianpegbar @luckyswamps @tomoyoo @cloudbends @t0a2ter @solcarow @dragon-of-timeless-blue

the awesome artists who keep producing bangers nohome art @gohaejoon @maxsolosur @jjd5426 @bnnuycafe @ct-bunny @lentl-soup @fartaycat @jjd5426 @prokkoli @moxymaxing @ginangtan

the nohome posters that i enjoyed running into @pleuvoire @homolobotomized @podoro-vines @fmet @welpuu @revertrate @obstinaterixatrix @kulluto

the artists that made me interested in checking no home @cienfll @craysmo @ant-eaters @idledee @fruiitlins @froqpi-art @201918b @tinfishmeal @ohrsoh @30mingirlfriend

thanks @ditherslam for the awesome fanfics, obviously i read them all and they're some of my favourites. youre an amazing writer and i cant wait for the next chap of "your atoms"!!

thanks @homeless202 for being an insatiable nohome poster for a while (and @grannykombucha !)

im forgetting a lot of others but i really wanted to thank you all for your time, energy, work. i never interacted with your posts or with you but i really want to convey how cool it is that you all contribute to make no home a more well-known manhwa and the fandom alive

thank youuuu (hope the @ are ok tell me if its bothersome ill delete it)

and really, really, thank you wanan ! waaaa i want to cry

[redo-rewind-if]

Hi, I wonder how are you creating your wip? Do you write it in google docs and then code it in Twine? I'm starting making my own and I'm looking for some technical tips

Hi! Thanks so much for the ask! It's always good to see new authors starting their own IFs. This might be a bit long so I'll put everything under a read more for those of you who aren't interested.

For me personally, I write in LibreOffice, which is a free alternative to Microsoft Office/Word. But, you can definitely use Google Docs or whatever other writing program you prefer!

As for coding, you can just code in Twine, but I like to code some as I write so I don't forget when to set certain variables. If you don't want to code anything in your draft, then I'd recommend at least leaving yourself reminders at places you'd like to add variables or when you want to have skill checks or anything else of the sort.

I should mention that a lot of people dislike coding in Twine, the code isn't set apart from the text visually and can be confusing for some, so if that's the case for you, I'd recommend checking out something like Notepad++ for coding and then copy and pasting everything into Twine once you're done.

If you do use Notepad++, and you're also using SugarCube, I'd highly recommend downloading and using this to add SugarCube as a custom language to the program so your code is easier to read. (You'll be able to select it as the coding language in Notepad++ after downloading and following the directions, though you may need to exit and restart the program before it shows up in the language list).

Some other great resources I use: The Twine Cookbook (of course), SugarCube Documentation or Harlowe (if you prefer), some templates (including the one I use!) [1] [2] [3], and w3schools tutorials for basics in CSS and JavaScript (assuming you don't know how to code in them already, if you do, that's great!)

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask! I'm no coding expert but I have taken a few classes on Web Dev stuff in college so I know a thing or two.

Best of luck to you on your project anon!😊

[anotheraccountonthisapp]

By pull I mean do you think he got a lot of romantic/sexual partners? The answer (in my humblest opinion) is yes. I mean just look at all the love letters he got!

[starks-hero]

Congrats on 4k!!! That is just amazing!!!

My request: Dining at the Ritz

Character: Crowley (Good Omens)

Themes: anxiety / over stimulation / toxic family situation (nothing too heavy, just verbal homophobia) / some reminders from Crowley about self care

Note to author: Hope you’re doing amazing!! Have a wonderful day/evening! If anything I said in my request doesn’t make sense, please let me know 🌟

Also, it is okay to post my letter publicly

Hello dove,

I know it's odd, hearing from me like this. I've tried your phone a few times, alright maybe more than a few times, with no answer. I reckon things may be feeling a little too much at the moment so you're taking some time for yourself, which I'm so very proud of you for. I figured the letter would be a softer approach, no irritating notifications you feel obliged to answer, (I suppose encouraging the creation of social media can be jot down as another one of my failed temptations, ey?)

Speaking of temptations, I know how difficult it is to not give in to that little voice in your head, that nagging ball of miserable thoughts that fills your mind with all the bad things and pushes out the good. It's so easy to give in, to think there may be some truth to them. But I've been here a long time, sweets, and one thing I know about humans is that you're a resilient lot. Every single hardship that has been thrown your way you have overcome and that's not an easy feat.

You are so strong, dove. Never doubt your capability. I mean, you helped us save the world for Satan's, for heaven's, for somebody's sake!

On another note, the bookshop feels quiet without you around. Whether you choose to believe it or not, angel and I really feel it when you're not here; leaves a very you-shaped hole in our lives. I hate it, knowing that the people you're surrounded with at the moment don't appreciate you as they should, don't see you how I do. That they would take the things that make you so irreversibly you and turn it against you, it makes me feel anger of the likes of which I haven't felt since I last visited the fifth circle. And that was well– hell.

It's just– it's very important that you know how much your existence means to me. You're so incredibly strong and resilient, a perfect personification of humanity. And I know I don't say it often, not as often as I should anyway but I care about you. Just look after yourself, alright? Don't forget the sleeping and eating and drinking and all the other stuff your lot needs to do to keep those human engines running.

Aziraphale sends his love, I'm sure you can probably feel it now, that warm sensation in your chest. It's the least we can do at the moment.

I'll speak to you soon, dove.

Yours insufferably,

[letterstosirsonic]

My dearest Sonic,

Oh, how I wish to speak with you, just one more time.

Though I acknowledge that these letters may never grace your sight again, I trust you would find comfort in this solace that grows within me as I pen the emotions weighing upon my heart.

This realm of ink and paper lets me safely release these feelings, allowing them to flutter and soar like wondrous butterflies.

It grants me that of closure, knowing that these words serve as a testament to the love and memories we once shared, tenderly preserved within these pages.

I am forever changed by the mark you left on my soul.

In this continued act of writing, I find myself ever more connected to the essence of your being, as though you were gently guiding my pen with the touch of a noble hand.

I cherish the memories we created, holding them close as if they threaten to slip away with the passage of time.

Slowly, I'm learning to draw strength from these memories we shared.

Despite the void you left seeming insurmountable, it is an endearing reminder that life can be as cruel as it is beautiful.

This loss is a shadow that clings to my every step, a constant reminder of the emptiness that haunts our once vibrant world, an ache that refuses to fade with time.

Still, even in the depths of my loss, your essence remains an ethereal beacon, guiding my path as I journey through this world without you.

Oh, Sonic, how I long for the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your embrace, and the unwavering courage that defined you.

In your absence, I find myself adrift in a restless sea of grief.

On these long nights, I whisper your name, praying that somehow, you can hear me across the realms that separate us.

I cling to the belief that love transcends time and space, and one day, our souls shall reunite in the embrace of eternity.

But for now, I'll allow the weight of losing you to envelop me for a while longer.

Forever missing you,

Lancelot.

[mcgilou]

ᅳ ⭑ 🃏 ♦ @ednaeflowers

TO say the witch wasn't curious about the mysterious malak also known as eizen's little sister would be an utter lie. a lie she'd willingly tell to save her skin? exactly. it would just be a complete coincidence magilou had been trailing the earth malakhim for so long. yeah! a total coincidence. there was nothing sketchy going on here whatsoever! she was completely innocent, see? and if she was caught? oh it would be bienfu's fault! he was the one who egged her on to go have a looksee. what good would her tiny companion be if not to be expendable when the need for him came? it was the least bienfu could do after having betrayed her way too many times for the dashingly charismatic witch to count. it was just a little payback, see? again, completely innocent.

perhaps stealth may not be her best suit in some cases given her flashy attire, but magilou knew how to act inconspicuous whenever a random passerby would give her an odd look. sure, it entailed the odd act be it a lost piece of gald there or a sprained ankle here. truly where was her standing ovation for this act? if anything magilou was putting on a full blown award-winning performance when it was required. this was the kind of act velvet and crew often missed out on. really? it was their own faults for putting a damper on her flame and not allowing her to brighten the world with her phenomenal acting.

perhaps she had been giving herself a bit too much credit and she may have overstepped her safe haven of hiding because it was one wrong move, a trip over an oddly uneven area of ground that led the witch tumbling in the most spectacular and destructive manner possible. at the end of her chaotic domino effect landing her upside-down in a pile of oranges magilou had little time before an awkward laugh and a brief wave was given.

quick! act quickly, magilou! think!

" hey there eizen's little sister how's it hanging?"

no, you idiot! that was the wrong thing to say! oh if his sister was anything like eizen was magilou knew she would most likely be in for a reckoning to some degree. oh this would hurt.

[berryless]

Dead man's dead name

Boothill x @lefossile's Original Female Character Fanfiction (PWP, NC-17 || 1.5k words || smut, fluff, dream sex, a tiniest littlest sprinkle of dirty talk which is really just normal Boothill talk with synesthesia beacon turned off)

Summary:

If intellitrons dream of electric sheep, what should a man mostly dead, mostly metal, very little of flesh and skin dream of? Boothill keeps to himself when it comes to dreams, because what is there to talk about, anyhow, it's not getting the present any different, and why are you asking anyway, you son of a nice lady? What he dreams of is not anyone's motherfudging business to know. … He dreams he is a real man, of blood and flesh, all limbs and organs present; he dreams of being able to feel with his whole body, and not just remembering what a thing it is to feel. He dreams of Taylor. And none of those things are for her to know about.

Read this work on Archive of Our Own.

Taylor flinches when his teeth scrape the nape of her neck, and he laughs into her skin, palms casually picking up and holding her breasts.

"Would you look at that… Someone's damn eager, ain'tcha."

He catches her hardened nipples between his fingers, feeling the way she shudders, squeezing into him from delicious friction between fabric and skin.

"██████…"

His name falling from her mouth is sweet and moist like a freshly baked cupcake. When she calls on him, her mouth opens up in a pretty circle, then stretches, teeth biting on her lower lip to say it right.

"Say it again," he asks without a thought, and Taylor listens.

He frees one hand for that, to catch her chin, finger pressing her lip down.

"Again."

"██████."

"Again…"

She moans the name into his mouth as he leans in to kiss her, stealing it from her lips, licking it clean with his tongue, swallowing it inside and keeping it in his stomach, a beating pulsing thing, his own living music box playing the same maddening melody on repeat.

"You say it so good," he whispers into her ear, arm squeezing her in his embrace, pressing Taylor close to his chest, skin to skin, bodies glued to each other until the barrier between them melts, connecting their flesh together. "So fucking good, baby…"

She laughs, but chokes on a sob as soon as his hand finds its place between her thighs, and he cannot help but hold her tighter when he feels how readily she spreads her legs for him.

She calls him more, moans it, stretches his name until it becomes one long trembling sound, a high note, a song without lyrics that hits the apple of his heart all the same.

"Yes… Yes…" he sighs into her shoulder, into her neck, her ear, lips pressed hot against its shell. "I know, I know. Like it, don't you? Your pussy's dripping wet. Melting right on my fingers… Heh. Bet it tastes just as sweet, hmm? Lemme check it real quick."

He drags his fingers out of her and catches them in his mouth, sucking in the taste of her, and Taylor gasps into his forearm, bites into it, eyes wide and dark, glued to his lips, hungry, eager. It's impossible not to strive to impress the audience that watches over him with such rapt attention he feels the heavy weight of her gaze on his skin. So he makes a show of licking clean each finger for far longer and more thorough than it was ever necessary, and yet Taylor still eats it up.

Fucking adorable.

He squashes her cheeks and drags her in for a kiss, messy and quick, a swift punch of affection against her puffy bright lips.

"What does your sweet pussy want, hmm? Ready for a ride? Or should I stretch you some more?"

His hand cups her stomach, giving it a light squeeze.

"Promised me…a ride of my lifetime," she reminds him, breathless, pushing closer until her lips are kissing his palm. Such a gentle thing she is. Hard for his heart to take it without cracking open.

"That I did," he hums, gaze caught in the trap of her tender warm eyes, drowning like insect in amber.

He lifts her up, holding under her knees, spreading her open.

"Lend a helping hand, will ya?" he asks, kissing her shoulder. "Guide my cock where you want it, sweet."

Her roughened palm rubs against him, the scratch of her callouses forcing him to flinch and curse into her skin, sucking the swear right in mixed with her sweat, leaving only a red dot of it like a censored ink mark.

"Such nice hands you have… I don't mind 'em 'round my thing all year 'round."

She laughs at half-assed compliment and covers him, pressing against her wet pussy. He rocks her lightly, cock dragging slowly between her folds, delicious mix of soft flesh, and thick slick, and rough touches.

"Fuck, feels so good…"

"Don't come yet."

"I won't, I won't. Have to save 'at till I'm inside you."

"Mmn."

"Scared I'll be done too quickly? Don't fret, baby: if I promised, I will deliver. You're not getting off this ride so soon."

She squeezes around him as soon as his tip enters, and he kisses her shoulder again, whispering for her to take her time, because he's not going anywhere, and that she's doing so well, taking him in strides, a literal handful. Taylor laughs a little, this kind of moist, almost sobbing sound, and sinks onto him, ass firmly sitting on his lap. She presses a hand against her own abdomen, and he waits, letting her get used to him, mouth never shutting up, spitting praises.

"Such a good girl," he drags into her ear, and Taylor shivers, falling onto his chest, palm hugging his neck. "You're ready?"

"Yeah…"

"It's okay, I'll start slow."

He moves her with ease, like he's used to the weight, like he's so thoroughly, achingly familiar with the feel of her in his arms it costs nothing, except it's everything—her pliable flesh hugging him snuggly, squeezing so tight, her soft sweet mewls sobbed through raspy gasps, his name on her tongue again, chewed gum between her teeth, filling her mouth same way his cock fills her, lewd and hot. Slowly they fall into motion, action so natural like they've done it dozens of times, connection of bodies echoing into sparks, little burns against their hearts, emotional love bites that scar the flesh, dance of blanks and dots that spell this moment into a silent song for later, for when they're not one solid piece anymore, but still want to remember the now, the present, the moans and the curses, the little tune of names knit into one another, picture perfect still of the moment they're in.

* * *

Boothill wakes up in the middle of it, mouth hot and dry, mind still foggy from pleasure. It's goddamn inconvenient in moments like this that he can't just jump right back into the vivid picture in his head and complete it right, helping himself rubbing it out of his system. He grabs the hipflask and takes a swig, thoroughly swishing his mouth with malt juice. Not the finest kind, this one, but to find it in those boonies at all is already a feat like no other. Though his tongue's still working alright—one of the few things that works of what's left of his flesh—the booze ain't hitting the same those days. There's no effect to it other than the taste, the blissful cloudiness of mind and thought it used to grant him stays forever out of reach no matter how much of it Boothill pours down his throat.

"██████."

The sound falls from his mouth like a rusty bent screw, useless and unrecognizable.

Boothill winces the same way a person with acute bad tooth does—one of the few things he won't experience that he's actually grateful about.

On her tongue it sounded so right. Like it was meant to be put in her mouth.

Before he can think this through, Boothill pulls out his smartphone.

"It's sunrise soon, so rise and shine, baby. Or fall asleep. Not sure what planet you're on right now, so I'll trust you'll choose right thing to do by yourself. You're a smart one, right? Right. No need for me to tell you the obvious. Don't have much else to tell ya, though. Just…thought to leave you something to wake up to. Or to sleep with. Again, whatever you need. That's all. I'm going."

He doesn't say he misses her or something equally sticky and presses send without adding a goodbye. He's not a big fan of those, not that he has lots of people to say them to.

"██████," he tries again, a barely audible whisper as he stares at his phone, waiting for message to be delivered—the connection in those backwoods crawls slower than half-crushed caterpillar. The signal wriggles slightly, sending signs of life, and the annoying running circle continues to spin, spin, spin.

It still doesn't sound right.

It's a dead word, dead name of a person long gone. Ghosts shouldn't say it. Of course it won't fucking sound right.

He puts the phone down, chin pressed against his knee, eyes staring at the wall before him like it's covered in holy scriptures. There's nothing on it, save for a little hole left by a fly he shot with a toothpick evening prior that zooted around the room, not giving him a chance to power off and refill the batteries.

It will never sound right. He knows. He knows it all too well.

And yet a part of him, a little one that Boothill tries to choke and squeeze into the furtherest corner, still wants to hear same thing spelled by her lips.

[nostalgia-tblr]

"no age in bio gets you blocked!!"

oh sorry, pardon me for my failure on this matter, my age is: "old enough that i still slightly fear that giving any real life information to anyone via The Information Superhighway will lead the INTERNET MURDERERS to my home because we all know only COMPLETE WEIRDOS go on the internet, probably to discuss X-Files episodes or some equally MURDER-ADJACENT hobby."

[venacesaur]

It hurts again and again that the only person I can save is myself

[4thbrighteststar]

Omg I read the tags on one of your posts and whatever girl is messing w ur feelings rn send the addy I will show up at her door and set her straight!!!!!

chloe I appreciate you so much <3 and I so would but I'm afraid she's from the ninth fucking circle of hell and the street design is a mess down there. I wouldn't want you to get lost :(

[seases]

i might have been going hard on artfight last month so im going to start posting my favorites of the year

[theophagie]

When will my husband (bnha) return from the war 😢

Do you think our letters have been reaching him at the front........

[butnotbubblegum]

been thinking a lot about telling my friends i love them, recently.

anyway i love you so so much.