#romy's mailbox

[schrodingers-romy]

YOUR BOY!

IK!!!!! His hair looks so fluffy 🥺 and his little fidgeting is cute too...wonder if he's the sort of guy who'd unconsciously start twirling your hair around his finger or rubbing circles on your hand when he holds it...sigh...

Tbh he looks so tall here...I stg he was around the same height as sako...perhaps it's just weird manga sizing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ happens

[thinemoonshine]

hey romi 🥺 i absolutely loved your miniseries, leche of the sirens. really love the way you specifically write and how you bring about the story, not one part bored me at all and i was super invested reading it i had my phone glued to my face for hours so i can chomp it all in one sitting like the greedy ho i am 😭 so i was wondering when your next miniseries, love wins all, is coming? no pressure at all of course!, i'm curious if it'll be coming very soon or if you'll still be working on it more? :) i hope this isn't too much to ask, i was simply curious and i hope i didn't pressure you at all in any way! otherwise, please ignore this ask :) hope you have a great day/night ahead of you romi ♡

hii!! omg you dont know how much this feedback means to me, i feel so touched 🥹💖 thank you so much for taking the time to write this out for me!! nah, i get being greedy when reading tho, im the same whenever i find a series i like, like GRRRR GIVE ME MOREEE

regarding my ‘love wins all’ series, i actually have the chapters done but i’m currently rewriting them bcs i dont like how they turned out 😔💔 it should be coming out around this year tho—altho i can’t say exactly when since i’m currently having tests but then exams will folow soon after so i’m taking it easy on the writing

this didn’t pressure me at all, in fact, i loved that you asked so nicely!! it makes me feel appreciated and seen 🫂 romi’s mailbox is always open!!

[kodaiki]

hi audrey :D just wanted to come here and say hi to a new moot! i love your smau’s and your banners are always so cute <3

hi sweet romi!!! aww hiiii 🫶🏼🫶🏼 lovely to meet you bby !! eee tysm

[wtfru--imabrat]

location: the ugly mug cafe & diner

date: october 4

@littlcdeer

When the letter arrived in Romi's mailbox, she had initially rolled her eyes, loathing the idea that she had yet another job. She also wasn't thrilled about working with someone that she didn't know too well. Sure, she'd met Bambi in passing but she wouldn't call them friends--but hey, maybe they could become friends? She'd been trying to put a positive spin on things, something that her therapist had been trying to help her do lately. Ugh.

She was posted up at the Ugly Mug Diner, a hot cup of coffee in her hands--it was her third one today. These days, the only drugs she consumed were nicotine and caffeine and she was trying to get what she could. There was also a coffee on the other side of the table, waiting for Bambi. She figured it was a nice thing to do. When she saw Bambi walk in, she gave her a small wave from her booth. She still wasn't one-hundred percent certain what their mission was but she supposed they could figure it out together.

She hadn't missed the part of her note that mentioned the permission to use lethal force, which she certainly wasn't going to share with her companion. Now would she actually do that? Probably fucking not, not that the Order needed to know that of course. Romi wouldn't necessarily called herself devoted--rather, the Order was a means to an end and it had helped her survive, especially when she'd first arrived in Anchorage and was laying low, preparing to ambush her father.

"Hey there. I ordered you a coffee, hope you don't mind," she said with a small smile.

[modernelites-if]

I can not wait for Romi to get the feels for my mc have fun being in love with shy mc that never really got used to media. Lol. And Ian I’m curious of how that would go down for Ian himself and how our family reacts to that

The family will have a lot of opinions on that. They've been trying to silence Romi and shut down their paper for a looong time. Romi has a lot of supporters, which makes them a big enemy to the monarchy.

Not good for them but also not good for Romi. They're going to be SUPER torn about falling for MC. Would likely hate themself for a while.

[ancient-romes]

Your blog is so cute romie

THANK U

I log on reblog stuff from char and then peace out

[speedstershipping-archivee]

Happy birthday, babe! I put together a scrapbook of our moments together- our first kiss, our first date, me proposing to you, our wedding, Bart, Nora, and Romi’s baby pictures, everything. I’m so glad I’ve had the opportunity to share this journey with you. You’ve been by my side every step of the way and I couldn’t be more in love with you. -Barry

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[earnestfeeling]

MY GIRL ROMY

(Originally appeared in Nosebleed Club's Short Story Collection [2019].)

In the mad-dog heat of the summer, possibility opens like a window to let the breeze of time pass through. When autumn comes the window slides decisively shut, encasing behind it the surreal world of August light, sweat on skin, the long walk home. The summer was Romy, and the summer will be eternally hers. The August light was her tripped-up halo, the August sunsets from the river park the only real thing in the universe. We were girls once, and the only real thing in the universe to ourselves. I learned about the way a river can open and close and about time doing the same motion. After you see it once, you can never forget. No way will it let you go. 

* 

For two months out of the year Romy stayed with her aunt, who was my next-door neighbor. This had been going on for whispered reasons for as long as I could remember. And for as long as I could remember Romy and I were inseparable. Romy was my kind of company—loud, freckled. The twin I needed to my quiet, cautious. Romy was one year older, one year cleverer, full of one more years’ worth of dreams and sorrows. We discussed them intensely, intimately, the dreams and sorrows. We’d tell secrets wherever we went. You know me too well, she’d say, she’d laugh. No one knows me better, I thought. The fifteenth summer Romy is into painting. She has a real gift. This one was dancing swallows in a tense blue sky. This one was a barn owl with golden orb eyes. They followed me knowing around her room. We had begun our fifteenth summer with a secret: Romy had a bottle of prescription pills that she takes one day at a time. Romy wasn’t ashamed, Romy was happy, Romy was steady. Romy spent Tuesday afternoons in an office midtown with a woman named Barbara. Barbara encouraged Romy to paint more. I encouraged Romy to paint more, too. I took pictures for her the rest of the year and gave them to her that next summer. Look, a cat crouched across your aunt’s fence. Look, a dog vigilant by the mailbox. A cedar tree shrouded in snow. An ambulance sheathed in the fire station. Romy smiled her crooked smile. She was one year older. Her eyes looked in directions I couldn’t always see. But Romy’s paintings showed me. Romy’s paintings had pulled something out of my heart and now it sung. Mournful, mostly, but peaceful as a hidden lake. * Romy braided my hair and we went down to the river park. We brought my dog, who went wild happy. I brought my camera. I decided I liked taking pictures for Romy. I’d started an album of just the summer. I thought it would be important. We sat together on the log over the river, feet dangled into the water. Romy said that there was a lot that people wanted from her. She said don’t worry, it’s not about you. I felt relieved. I felt sad. I told Romy she could do whatever she wants, she was that good. Romy smiled her crooked smile. She tossed a stick for my dog to chase into the water. You know what, Romy said, someday I’ll be the river. Here and moving on. Follow your weird heart, Romy, I told her. What little I understand has grown in melancholy with time: there were people in Romy’s life who wanted something different for her, from her, of her. I wanted Romy to walk with me beside the river; Romy wanted to touch the bottom of the river, come up to me with a smooth stone. I arranged line after line of rocks speckled with muddy quartz across the landscape of my bedroom. Bed was an island. Romy spent the summer rowing towards me, I towards her, and by the time she left, I’d be all softened again. A riverbank tumbling down. * The summer of dancing swallows outside and in. The summer the room filled to the brim with sleep. The summer of my head on her shoulder, just once. I thought of her like she was a knife: bleached and whittled bone handle, fine silver blade of a mind. I thought about being careful. I thought about being split in half. It was joyous. It might have been the first time in my life. Romy, if it couldn’t be me— I thought of a black and white photograph I saw at an exhibition. Two hands extended and clasped with the background of a plain. How it struck me. How simple it was. How I felt hungry to take it, put in the frame Romy with a body that wasn’t mine, maybe one made entirely of quartz, of light. * The last day of the summer I was determined not to cry. I gave Romy copies of my photographs fresh from the drugstore; she gave me a box of smooth river stones. I had stories but I forgot them with the weight of the box placed in my hands. And I did cry, unexplainable sorrowful tears. Romy touched my face, wiped them off with her fingertips. Every night I went to the river, she said, and I picked up a stone. And I remembered you. I don’t think your life is easy. I think you pretend you are not a part of the world. I think you’re afraid to touch it. Me, I can’t stop holding on tight enough to kill it. Have a good year at school. I’m going home. I did see the world and I left it alone. The cruelest element of time is that it does not stop when you do. I dreamt that night in grief songs of a red rushed river and a cascade of snow— * Romy didn’t go missing, but Romy didn’t come back, either. That was the final summer. Her aunt moved away, Romy graduated, I don’t know where Romy went after that. And I wondered about her. The moments were quiet and full. In imaginary worlds Romy is free to go where she pleases. In imaginary worlds Romy is free to go. I was still taking photographs, sometimes I was in them. Romy, I will always show up for you. Did you have an easy time with words? I did not, but I am certainly learning, slowly. Time to time I heard the boxes in the closet rattling. Hot stones and photographs. I had nightmares of blank canvases or of my frantic hands having scrawled something desperate and ugly I couldn’t erase. Two swallows paused in dancing, swooped to pull at my hair. A summer alone can make a ghost of a girl. Romy, I told her, though she was not there, I’m falling apart, something inside me is falling down. I want to be so good. First for you, but I think for me too. The most forgiving song is playing in the next room. I’d rather be a pair of hands, a body of light. I am being patient. I tell myself I am waiting around for the real thing. * Romy, when one thing is on fire how much time until everything is on fire? I wanted to ask you, I thought you might know. It seems it does take some time. But it happens, inevitably. Why does this place sit there like a locked cube? It takes some time to form a softer shape. Why is everything about that blank-faced time? When I cry I create a new face in the water’s reflection, on me, rising in the air blotchy as a ghost. My face says it knows no hands but mine, baptized in the river. Are you lonesome Romy? We’ve got a sound like salt and honey licking the back of our brains. The sky didn’t make us, our parents did. How do you exist a block of wax, a liminal space, is there something, anything, no one is telling you Romy, it’s all itchy under my thin salt skin— I live here with the spit and the rivers and the rabbits and I’m still thinking about that dry gold grass and Hell all the time. * I moved out of town after I graduated. I kept going to school, and then in the summer, I returned home to work. I nanny for the family that bought Romy’s aunt’s house. I take them to the river park, I take them to the movies. I read to them, I hand them crayons. I give them disposable cameras and they capture their own summer with their own names. I needed something to do: I didn’t realize it would be so close. I have my own orange prescription bottles, narrow white pills. My own Barbara. I have a problem with complicated roots. I walk down to the river park and they simplify. I still do this. When the kids are asleep in their new home with my eyes I take pictures of the familiar place. I lie on the freshly installed carpet and the view of the ceiling looks the same as it ever did. I breathe in the old house. This is how a dream feels when it was once real. I am learning about nostalgia: how defenseless we are to its easy, merciless pains. And how much I cherish the color and depth it gives the world with memory, like an image adorned with strokes of paint. And of all that I am learning to love, what I love most is the hand that paints it. * In rough strokes I imagine grief like a razed field. A harshly reaped harvest. The crass trees lining the field struck by lightning, the encroaching fireline crackling at oxygen and static electricity, the darkness of the storm mimicking nightfall. We are far from August or we are deep at its heart. And I imagine her standing in the middle of the plain in a rain-soaked nightgown. Dark circled, gothic. Herself. Sometimes she screams, sometimes she weeps, sometimes she looks as if she is memorizing a spot distant on the horizon. A place for her to go. I imagine her in peace and in madness. I imagine us hand in hand. I feel the image release.

[lgraves]

— APARTMENT COMPLEX in OLD TOWN

@rcmyfisher​

One of the things that probably could never change within Leland Graves was his mild curiosity. And that fact was very much clear, as he slowly shuffled through the casings of someone else’s mail. Now— he wasn’t opening them, no way— he was just glancing. That’s all. Just getting an idea of who he was living beside. Research, so to say. 

Though, the second that he heard a door unlock, his eyes were quick to jump up and meet the eyes of another. “Uh, hi— sorry to bother you, but, uh—” His head nudged to the side, motioning towards the next unit over, “I just moved in next door here, and uh—” The hands that were once shuffling were now extended forward, presenting the petite collection. 

“These were in my mailbox, but I’m pretty sure they’re meant for you. ‘Cause I’m definitely not a... Ms. Romy Fisher— unless it was a sweet amazon order, then maybe I would’ve been, but—”

[hereisleo]

a 2020 wrap up/

it’s already the new year when i’m writing this. my room is still bright with its light on, the heater running, a cup of tea on my side and fuzzy socks on. 2020 wow! another year has passed and what a turbulent year it was. i supposed i’m one of the lucky ones who didn’t feel the effects of it as much as the majority. immediately it is one thing i am grateful of and many more.

some of them comes in the form of you.

to my precious mutuals and followers,

soon enough it’ll be two years for this little corner. i hope this space has provided you some escape from reality. thank you for your all support and encouragement, direct and indirect. i treasure every single one of you here! fingers crossed i can give you more content to enjoy this year! it might not be many but i hope the quality stays constant or better. who knows how i will grow this year. we all will grow this year. i hope 2021 will bring you more positivity and blessings! we’ll get through this!

to my lovely sunray @moonchildsaurora, pyx,

one more week and it’s our one year friendshipversary. from writer-anon to friends outside of this platform, i am always grateful for you. you have such a brilliant mind and endless creativity, i look forward to what you publish here this year. hearing your snippets of ideas for future content and off the records are always wonderful. there’s too many things to write to you and i’ve wrote it in one of the letters. i’m ready to fight the owl post if it doesn’t reach soon. here’s to meeting each other sometime soon. cheers!

to my longstanding friend, @shuxings, elli,

boo, guess what, you’ve been here since two summers ago. while your content have changed, i am glad you are here. i adore seeing the animes content popping up on my dash! forever grateful that we talk outside of tumblr too. i hope the little surprise reach your mailbox soon. can’t wait to hear the “you got mail from japan?!” again.

to captain oh my captain rin, @barsformars,

your themes are out of this world, cap! the artistry wow! magnificent! your writings? i’m keeling for the softness of it and the tear jerkers of the angst. you’re a good good writer, captain! and i’m honoured to be one of your passengers!

to my mingi agenda supporter no. 1, @jeongyunhoed, denise,

i adore every mingi content you tagged me in, denise! soft and “hard” contents, everything in between. the vintage covers website you introduced me to and the short chats we have, i’m thankful for it! if i haven’t yelled in the tags before, your “twilight zone” au is fucking fabulous! mwah!

to the fairest of fairies, @fairyofdusk, caz,

thank you, thank you for your constant support. i will always be grateful of your overflowing words of kindness. it motivates me every time. i’m looking forward to the start of your film photography journey! *click click*

to the one who’s here since the beginning, @candiedmingyu, v,

you precious bean! thank you for being my first mutual! the way i went, “v, the famous v, is following lil me? what?!” i hope this is not out of line to say but you’ve grown so much! i adore you! here and ig, i love your content! mwah mwah mwah, extra kisses for you!

to the ones who have a soft spot in my heart, @hhjs @surajmukhee @sunlightwoo @mingyulonglegs @alyssumz, amal, anjali, gina, vee and joy,

it’s been a hell of a ride in 2020. i appreciate you so much and while we don’t talk as often anymore, seeing you on my dash is something i’m grateful for. all my support to your future endeavours and a kinder year! the talents and skills you have are amazing! so is you yourself!

to the talented content creators i adore and look up to, @yeocult @thelargefrye @sidereal-fantasies @atinytokki, yeo, ceo smalls, hana and addie,

holy damn. where’s all that talent coming from? from writing prowess to aesthetic and everything in between, i am always awed of your creations!

to my favourite gif creators, @park-seonghwa and @songmingki, natali and romi,

hi! no, we don’t know each other. but i would like to tell you, your contents are god’s work. thank you for providing us with incredible gifs. your skills are out of this world!

happy new year!

[schrodingers-romy]

romyyy would you tell me about your first kiss with any f/o?? or several even if you want I just wanna knowww !!

VENUSSS!! Ty for the cute question <3

My first kiss with Takashi is very sweet- it happened on our first date (a festival date!) and we kissed under the fireworks 😌 very romantic

My first kiss with Ryusei was a celebratory kiss, messy and full of tongue and teeth

With Choso, it was very tender...right after he confessed, he kissed me. It was a little awkward, and our noses kept bumping, but it was so sweet <3

With satoru our first kiss was a semi-drunk semi-sleep deprived madness makeout session 😭 and then we pretended it didn't happen and took forever afterwards to get together </3

My first kiss with shion was so goofy 😭 I told him I was gonna kiss him, and he was waiting for it with this weird little scrunched up face bc he didn't know what to do 😭 and then I started laughing at him, he started yelling, and when i finally ended up kissing him it kinda failed bc we were both giggling so hard

[thinemoonshine]

leche of the sirens will be my roman empire

istg im in love w your writing, as someone w adhd i tend to skip paragraphs that get so repetitive but on god i savor each word in that fic like it's my favorite meal

i've been fiendinggg for a fic where the mc holds all the power, even longer for a reverse harem, and pls pls pls tell me she at least wins in the end bc i don't think i can take it if she fumbled like i adore her so much

anw so very excited for the final part. i trust that whatever you go with will satisfy me anyway 🫶

finally able to get back in my inbox and i’m so glad to see you guys enjoying ༄𝐿𝐸𝒞𝐻𝐸 𝒪ℱ 𝒯ℋ𝐸 𝒮𝐼ℛ𝐸𝒩𝒮.ೃ࿔* it’s so nice to see all your great feedback bcs it makes me feel so seen 🥹💗 you guys are the sweetest ever!! 🍰🍭🧁

sorry for answering so late but the last part is already out and if you haven’t checked it out yet, it’s right here:

[paintedponyx]

Romy and Michele

@offantasiesandfear​

Michele stood at the mailbox, it was yet another day living with her roommate who was always bringing her home food. Okay so they barely ate and dinner existed of like 10 m&ms and 5 pretzels, but they always had something to crunch on. 

Her life wasn’t all that exciting, working at the auto dealership with Romy, but they had found that job together after they moved out to California. Nothing was really that exciting except pulling up people’s cars and letting them drive off. But she had at least grown closer to Romy. 

Taking out the mail, she saw two big envelopes marked from Valencia High School. Immediately she pulled them out realizing that it was the ten year anniversary for their school. “God!” She spoke immediately walking inside to Romy. “Do you totally remember that ugly black hearted girl Christy Masterson? I wonder what she’s up to.” She looked at her. “We can find out, it’s our ten year reunion. Do you think we should go or like is that not our scene?” 

[modernelites-if]

Why Marshall isn't the biggest hater of the current king or queen? XD MC is just royal kid, heir, but still... 🤷

Unless, MC have done something particular that they hate them for?

Romi hates MC's parents the most, but MC is included in their hatred of the family which is why they can be considered MC's biggest hater.

The only thing MC has done to Romi is growing up privileged and being part of the reign.

[littlcluthcr]

kiillerthighs​:

HARLEY REMAINS with her stoic expression on her delicate features. ❛ And yet, I am the result of what you people did ta me. ❜ She retorted, drumming her fingers on the desk of the raven-haired woman, that went to pick the money for her. 3 FUCKING GRAND?! ❛Are yer kiddin’ me? ❜ She slaps the hand of Lena to drop the money on the ground. ❛ I can’t buy a hyena with that money! Neither a place to stay! It’ll only serve to put gasoline in my fuckin’ car! ❜ She groans frustrated, and jump off her desk, going to the balcony from the office. ❛ I guess, I need ta back to plan C. Steal a bank, or maybe sweet talk Harvey or Penguin. I dunno. Maybe even chat with Romy, he wants my head… ❜ The jester prepare the grapple pistol to the neighbor building. If she knew she’d waste so much time, she wouldn’t stop on Luthor.  And she turns to Lena, checking if the grapple is well fixed on the concrete to avoid the accident. ❛ No. Why would I? To mock at me? And be grateful for finally I’ve got what I deserve? I don’t need it. ❜ The jester was used to be alone, it’s not something she likes but she had to deal with it. She HATES being abandoned, this is exactly what happened to her.

Lena didn’t fully understand what Harley meant about what her people did to her. She didn’t have people and if she was trying to imply it had to do with Lex, then she was definitely off base. She let the money hit the ground, not bothering to pick it up, it was a relatively familiar situation, people were rarely ever glad to receive what she was willing to give. Harley’s outburst told her more than she needed to know though. Opening her desk, she pulled out her keys and pulled one off the ring and headed towards the balcony. Lena wasn’t a pitying person and she never looked down on someone that had hard times falling on them. Leaning against the door of her balcony, she raised an eyebrow at her, “If you think that’s something that I would do, to anyone, then you are just as bad as everyone else in this damn city.” She stepped closer to Harley, knowing that with the grapple set, she had only a few minutes, maybe seconds, before she jumped off. “Get adopted into one psychotic family and suddenly no one cares that you were someone else’s child first. Here,” she handed her the key, “It’s apartment 304, on the corner of 156th and Star. I wouldn’t even begin to know where to get you a friend for Bruce, but that’s owned already and no one asks questions there. It’s empty but furnished and sound proofed. My staff keep it stocked in case I ever need it, if you realize you need something food or drink wise, put a list in the mailbox slot. It’s no contact. It’s not a handout either, just...one kid that got fucked over looking out for another.”

[speedstershipping-archivee]

Of course they taught me cursed mom!!! Why do you bring that up? and idk what vine is but they said when you and dad kiss I have to yell IS THIS ALLOWED? Anyway, I'm at Jitters and the cute barista is working I gotta gay- go. I need to go.

-Nora

[Romi, off screen]

How deep will Nora dig herself into this hole?

please DON'T do that actually ESPECIALLY not at s.t.a.r. labs -- wait don't look up vine either -- do I need to have a talk with your uncles?? they're not giving you relationship advice too, are they? 😔

*sigh* anyway have fun at jitters, let me know once you land a date with the cute girl 😌💝