#letter: sent!

[oletusfragments]

💌: Dear Norton Campbell,

I sincerely admire your resilience and strength. I'm sure it was very hard to live after the incident in the mine, but here you are, standing on your feet and striving for your goal to the end. I wish to become as strong as you someday.

Oh, and one more thing: you look absolutely beautiful with your scars!

— Sincerely, 🌻

Norton Campbell has received your letter! 🔔

The memory of that day scarred his mind and heart. It was something he wants to forget. But how could he, when the proof that it happened is plastered in his body?

These scars felt like thorns digging through his skin. The prospector can't look at himself in the mirror because of it. He doesn't see beauty in it, unlike you.

Norton would have never thought that he'd be praised just by still living on. Or hearing you say that you want to be as strong as him.

Is that what you see? Is that what these scars mean to you?

Norton is a man who strives to drown himself in the riches. He had long been tired of the filth fate gave him. When he get a large sum of money in his hands, when he climbs up to a higher status, be above to those who looked down on him, then he'll love life.

The prospector is a dirty rock who aspires to be a glimmering gem.

He had thought of loving money but not himself.

Maybe with you by his side, he'll learn how to look into your eyes and see the same beauty like how you see him. Maybe he'll learn how to accept himself. Maybe he'll learn how to love.

— Norton replied to your letter!

Dear 🌻,

You mean that? Frankly, I can't understand why you'd think that. These scars aren't exactly what you'd call attractive. You have a positive way of looking at things. Don't you think you're strong already?

That's right, I'm continuously striving for my goal and I'd do anything to make it happen. If you have one too, then I believe in you. You want to be strong right? So keep going. No matter how hard it may be. Life may throw a lot of hailstones on us...but let's get through this together.

Oh, and, thanks.

– Norton Campbell

[merlinemryspendragon]

I went back and read all of the letters you have sent me. Your letters have always been the ones I am most eager to read. Bridgerton 3.08 - “Into the Light���

[ohrackham]

It is not what you do for me that makes me love you. It's your kindness. Your empathy. How much you care. Just being you is enough, Colin. I do not need you to save me. I just need you to stand by me. To hold me. To kiss me.

[handfetis]

From John’s letter to Paul and Linda

(The same one where John predicts Paul and Linda’s marriage will only last 2 years)

[belxveds]

Could you write a fic where the reader is Stark’s daughter and he catches her and Peter fooling around in her room/main room whilst they think he is out?

caught in a web of kisses

pairings: peter parker x f!reader, tony stark x daughter!reader

brief: (requested!) misunderstandings and compromising situations with peter lead to a whole of cackling and screaming throughout the stark tower compound. a brief look into the life of y/n stark and your struggles with your stupidly overprotective dad and chaotically cute boyfriend.

tags: humour. fluff. borderline crack fic. "enemies" to lover. established relationship.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i appreciate it :) it always makes fills me with so much joy to know someone seeks out my writing <3

requests are open!

wc: 1.4k

Perhaps it wasn't your smartest idea to pretend to absolutely despise your father's intern in front of your parents and the Avengers but . . . well- how could you possibly resist yourself when it was so much fun sharing sneaky, mischievous smiles with Peter as you both shot teasing glares across the room to maintain your appearance as rivals?

Plus, it was just a little prank to keep your relationship with Peter, as well as the days spent at the compound, more interesting. If anything, you and Peter were single handedly entertaining the entirety of Avengers with your debates and arguments. You were fairly sure they had bets going on about the two of you. It was harmless, really.

And it wasn't like you were going to keep it from them forever! You would tell them . . . eventually. You just- hadn't thought anyone would find out like this. With you and Peter in such a . . . compromising situation?

You almost let out a small groan of exhaustion as you sunk into the unnecessarily large couch your dad had purchased for the lounge, melting into Peter's side as you fiddled with the remote to lower the lights and dim the windows. Pouting at the sliver of light that still managed to peek through the sunroof, you let out the smallest huff as you closed that as well before turning to take a glance at your boyfriend.

He let out a small yawn before shifting with your attention on him, cuddling into you tighter as he murmured, "You sure no one will be back for another 2 hours? 'Cause I swear if we get caught because you wanted to take a nap on the couch, I will never let you live this down."

Snuggling deeper into the blanket you'd draped over the two of you, you couldn't help but let out the smallest breathless laugh as you responded, "That's if they don't kill you first."

"Hey!" Peter quipped, voice growing the tiniest bit slurred as the nap you promised him began to look awfully tempting, "I'll have you know that I think your dad and also everyone else is quite fond of me, alright?"

You couldn't help but let out a snort as you mocked, pretending to push up fake glasses on the bridge of your nose as you raised the pitch of your voice, "I'll have you know-"

The gentle whack you got on your arm made you stop mid-sentence as you giggled, answering your boyfriend more seriously, "Everyone's schedule says they have stuff going on until at least 6:00, unless they were all just to magically-"

"What happened to, "God dad, if I have to see your stupid intern's face one more time, you're going to have to hold me back from stealing your repulsors and pulverizing the shit out of him?""

You're entire body pauses as you feel Peter tense in your arms, the both of you wincing in sync as you slowly, cautiously, turn your head around to face your dad, voice dragging out as you say nervously, "Uhm...so you see-".

Peter's bewilderment is audible as his head snaps to you, eyes furrowed in confused amusement as he hisses, "Why the fuck are you starting to quote Dhar Mann right now?"

"Peter", your dad interrupts, tone much too pleasant for the situation at hand and consequently sending both your spines into automatically locking up straight as you await his next move, fight or flight instincts activated, "You have 3 seconds to run."

"Mr. Stark, we can talk about this-"

"3 . . ."

"Oh shit!", your boyfriend scrambles, legs tangling into themselves and the blanket in his attempts to get free and run as he presses a ragged kiss to your forehead while declaring muffled through his panicked breath, "If I don't make it out of this alive, just know I wanted you to have my babies and be Y/N Parker-Stark."

The confession sends a surprised wheeze to rack through your body as you see him begin to take down the hallway, sparing a glance over his shoulder at you and your dad before maneuvering himself onto the ceiling and into the vents.

Your eyes tearing up from laughter, you try to speak through your immobilizing giggles as you address your dad, "Dad, father dearest, please- come on- spare him-" "2 . . ." "Dad! C'mon- you have to admit . . . from a completely scientific and objective lens with zero romantic emotions taken into account, considering all the teenage boys out there, Peter is definitely one of the better choices", you tried to level, summoning the critically-acclaimed award winning Y/N Stark inside of you and not the moderately concerned girlfriend worried that her boyfriend's cause of death may in fact be the same repulsors Peter had helped your father tweak in the lab earlier today. How unfortunately ironic. Shuffling over, albeit a bit awkwardly, to where your dad stood, you cautiously peered closer at his profile, trying your best to assess exactly how much trouble you were in. You knew deep down, he truly wasn't all that upset, though, maybe a bit grumpy about having been kept out of the loop for this long. In fact, you were positively confident he was quite happy with who you had chosen. Despite all of his teasing and successfully accomplished fatherly duties of bullying the both of you, it was stupidly evident how much he cared for Peter like a son. Not just anyone was allowed to intern for the Tony Stark, after all.

Lost in thought, you couldn't help but yelp slightly and flinch into your father's side as a muffled voice echoed down from the ceiling, cooing, "Aww Y/N, you really mean that?"

Cursing at your boyfriend's surprising lack of self preservation skills taking into consideration his literal job and particular set of talents, you glared upwards. Hoping your disappointment at his lack of distance somehow radiated through the insulated plaster, you deadpanned, "No, I was just playing. I wish I'd gotten with Harley."

"What?!" squeaked Peter, like a little vent rat, his offended gasp echoing in time with your dad's final countdown.

Giggling once again at Peter's frightened scuttling at the realization that he was out of time, you quickly reached to grip at your dad's suit clad bicep before he could make a motion to call at the Iron Man suit, your voice taking on a more serious tone as you asked softly, his opinion and approval still highly valuable to you, "You're ok with me and Peter dating though? Genuinely?"

The twitch of his signature smirk on the corner of his lips and the nodding glint in his eyes sent a happy thrill through your heart, instinctively grinning wide as you squealed and rushed to give him a tight hug, speaking through a stifled smile into his chest, "Ok, you have my consent to go squish my little spider now. Please don't bring him back to me flattened or burnt- I quite like how he is now." Your father's wrinkled nose and vocal sound of disgust at how you'd addressed his intern sent you into another fit of laughter as he spoke, "Ground rules since I know the kid's out of his freaky super-hearing range. One, ew. Never address him like that again, I might vomit. Two, if I see the two of you touch, I am immediately invoking a 50 year social-distancing ban between the two of you. 6 feet and everything. I'll throw in permanent masks if I ever catch you two kissing. Three, . . . no promises."

"In response- One, . . . no promises. Two, you don't want spider grandbabies crawling up the walls? All I'm hearing is that we can't get caught. Three, I'll tell mom", you grinned pulling back, your gaze filled with amusement and the look of humoured adoration you often had reserved specifically for your dad as he let out a little whine in complaint at your threat of telling Pepper.

It would just be a little rough up. You know, the classic "hurt my daughter and you're dead" speech. And Peter was Spider-Man! He'd be fine . . . probably.

mailbox ༶•┈ peter parker's mailbox! ┈•༶ send letter

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

that’s so cute hello??

[urghblergh]

Late Night Reading 🌌✨

Cringe 2010s Galaxy Print Version 😄

[hellsitegenetics]

Hello hellsitegenetics! I gotta tell you, you are my favourite blog in this digital jungle and your work really brings a smile to my face (: it's very cool, keep it up! Every time I see the phrase "string identified" i imagine a robot voice saying that (as a lead up to an output) which makes it very funny when it appears in a reblog - just wanted to tell you that. Anyways, I actually have a real question for you: What's your favourite "string identified" so far?

Greetings from a biology nerd!

String identified: tgtc! gtta t , a at g t gta g a a g a t ac (: t' c, t ! t t a "tg t" ag a t c ag tat (a a a t a tt) c a t t aa a g - t at t t tat. Aa, acta a a a t : at' at "tg t" a?

Gtg a g !

Closest match: Neoneuromus ignobilis isolate Gutianshan chromosome 5 Common name: Dobsonfly

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[infernal-lamb]

Draw Neves at the bar , trauma dumping to heket (she's the bartender)

HFSLKJGKDGJLJKLDS pls this is so funny to me. Neves is a mess when she's drunk. she is now Heket's burden....here she is telling a very silly story

[aquapede]

thinking about gardevoir and gengar being pen pals after everything. she'll always have time for her favorite insane little guy

[odetojupiter]

what if when andrew and aaron were in high school together they had to do that thing where you write a letter to ur future self and then it gets sent/emailed back to you in 5 years time. and they both inadvertently write their letters to each other

[doctorsiren]

little idea for the mini au of Phoenix prosecutor

what if von karma somehow found out that Phoenix and Miles were friends when they were children (maybe hearing him talk about a certain Phoenix when he was a child or whatever) and upon knowing that Phoenix was going to be a prosecutor he decided to take him in as a student to have a replacement for what Edgeworth was going to be and at the same time have someone who was close to him at one point to tease him about leaving his path and his teachings when becoming a defense lawyer or something like that idk

I just want to give ideas because I like the au a lot jaja salu2

I want you to know that I was literally thinking the exact same thing…and then while I was in the middle of drawing this, @wrathofthestars said in the reblog tags basically the exact same thing BUT they also mentioned the bit about Phoenix writing Edgeworth all those letters WHICH WAS WILD BECAUSE I HAD ALREADY DRAWN THAT PAGE BEFORE THEY SAID THAT

Anyways great minds think alike

Instead of Manfred manipulating Phoenix the way he manipulated Miles (i.e. being awful, psychologically abusive, etc.), he goes the opposite route and manipulates Phoenix in a similar way to how Dahlia (and later in typical canon, how Kristoph Gavin) manipulated Phoenix (i.e. praise, attention, etc.). It’s the fastest way to get control of Phoenix and get him to trust Manfred.

Also I hate drawing this toad man 😭😭😭

[hiyutekivigil]

12 february. homesick.

[chikaras-garden]

I want dick to finger me in his suit because damn those fingers👀

-🌟 anon

You’re onto something.

“Couldn’t fucking wait, could you?”

You’re shoved up against a wall, cheek pressed to some fancy wainscoting in this dark hallway. Dick’s voice is no louder than a ragged sigh next to your ear, and that’s probably for the best: you’re supposed to be slipping into and out of Penguin’s hideout-du-jour, but…

“Suck on my fingers,” he husks, but he doesn’t wait for permission before shoving his middle and ring finger past your lips, the other two framing your chin. Blue spandex disappears into your mouth, and your eyes flutter closed in response. His other hand ghosts over your hip and ass, then hurriedly slips into the bottoms of your costume and between your thighs.

His fingers toy with your intimate curls and then your slick folds. When you softly moan, he simpers. “Shh, baby. My needy little girl wanted this, so this is what she gets.”

In acknowledgement of the negative amount of minutes you have to be doing this, Dick buries two fingers into your cunt and pumps with the same amount of force you just watched him use to take down a mob henchman intent on killing you. You squeeze your eyes shut to stop tears from forming while you struggle to breathe, suddenly dizzy as pleasure erupts in your stomach. Creamy white arousal drips down his knuckles, staining the cobalt fabric that stretches over his hand.

His lips find your throat: kissing, biting, licking. He’s going to bruise you, but that’s fine; his are the only bruises he likes to see on your pretty skin.

[stormyoceans]

GODDDDDDDDDDD DON'T YOU FUCKING LOVE WHEN MISUNDERSTANDINGS AREN'T DRAGGED FOR EPISODES ON END FOR NO REASONS BUT CHARACTERS ARE ACTUALLY ALLOWED TO COMMUNICATE AND BE VULNERABLE AND UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER AND FACE THEIR EMOTIONS SO VIEWERS CAN GET AN INSIGHT ON THEIR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS IM GENUINELY ON MY KNEES

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #88

Danny and Damian are twins but they get separated at age 7, years later when they’re both 14 they both are going to high school and their schools decide to create a program where they wind up as pen pals to each other unknowing that they’re talking too each other as it’s been set up to be anonymous. Danny decides to take a leap of faith and encrypts a message about the media blackout around his town and how they’re overrun with ghosts and could use the Justice Leagues help through out all of his letters knowing that very few could actually understand it but he just felt so tired and this was the only way he could think to get any help for his town.

Damian just wonders who exactly his pen pal is to encrypt these letters like this.