#yuvon writes letters

[yuvon-writes-letters]

Hey. It’s been awhile. A lot has happened. I’m not sure how to even start with all of it. Not sure I even should, really.

Anyhow. I know most of us are Detectives. I know my offer is really late, and I’m sorry. But if anyone needs to talk about anything, relating to the end of our case or not, I’m here :)

Which leads me into the reason I’m writing this letter, other than to establish I’m not dead. Does anyone know where their Jake is? Or what happened to him? I’ve been trying to look, but I don’t have any leads. Other than the mines, but I haven’t found much there yet

Oh, whoops, there might be new people reading this. Crash course: supernatural things exist, I’m a version of the amateur detective whose “phone number” was sent to Thomas in the Duskwood case, I say “a version” because alternate universes exist and this letter exchange goes to quite a few people and universes, call me Yu, I have a “twin” nicknamed Troublemaker, yes those are nicknames and not our real names because almost no one here uses real names, and this letter has been sent to who knows how many other people too, most of them in the same position as us or at least having some connection to the Duskwood case.

I’ll try to catch anyone new up in further detail on request.

Quick updates on situations for people who have been following for longer: Venn is dead. Flower is alive again for some reason. There’s a new ruthless killer entity running around, who doesn’t have a name I know of but is usually called “that child” or “The Child”. Don’t be fooled by the name, she’s bad news. Inky’s... changed. Not as cruel, at least to us. There’s so many other things, but I don’t even know where to start with all of them, so I guess I’ll leave it at that for now.

Despite everything, it’s oddly nice to be writing again. Though I gotta wonder if anyone’s going to respond this time.

Anyhow. Bye for now :)

—Yu

[yuvon-augold79]

Hey! Its Sam, it's great to see you again dude :) I hope you're doing well enough.

Personally, I'm down for starting up the letter game again, but it's purely up to you, don't feel pressured to get it started back up if you're not doing well enough to, or start it up at all. Do what you need to do, is what I'm basically trying to say <:)

Hope to see more of you my guy <33 Have a great day/night!!

Hiya, Sam! :D Great to see you too. I'm doing okay right now, I hope you're doing good too :) It's been awhile.

Cool :D I'm at least giving it a shot right now, I actually posted the first thing not too long ago. I'll see how it goes :) If I need to stop, I'll stop, but I'm feeling optimistic right now :)

Hope to see more of you too <3 You have a wonderful day/night too! :D

[dominos-diary-dw]

"Domino,"

Hiya. You know, the weirdest thing happened right at sundown, today. I fell asleep right on the spot. I was lucky I was two steps from the bottom of the steps, or I might've snapped my neck. I actually only woke up something like half an hour ago. But that's not the important bit right now.

Look, I'm not spiritual or religious. I don't really believe in the supernatural. I was tempted not to do anything, but I've got just enough paganism in my family tree to know that Samhain starts at sundown on Halloween. And what I saw in my dream... I can't just say nothing at all. Too many coincidences, and what happened was too awful.

Suffice it to say, I saw, among a lot of other things, myself, tied to a chair. I had done... something, or made some mistake, or something, there wasn't any harm intended and I didn't realize it was bad, it wasn't even bad morally, just a stupid mistake, but. Well. The torture convinced me I'd made an awful mistake pretty damn fast.

It has something to do with acid, or poison, or something, and it's not "your" version that's at the worst risk, per se. That's just about all I know. Hope that was useful somehow. I'd like to politely request you keep that possibility from happening. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need some damn brain bleach.

-Yuvon

"Yuvon",

I am, so to say, quite intrigued about your letter.

Halloween has always been the night of strange things happening, yes. Yet, the fact that you state to not be a believer in the supernatural and yet have a lot of entity related issues is quite puzzling.

I will attempt my best to keep a close eye on Troublemaker and protect her. As for Yu, I cannot do much other than keeping my eye on her as well.

(Domino blacked an entire paragraph out.)

Yu, if you were the one to send that letter, please say so. As for Troublemaker, I will ask her myself.

"Yuvon", if it is truly one of the Yuvons or whoever you are, may even t if you do not mind this question, why exactly did you put my name in quotation marks?

Regards,

Domino

[duskwood-jake]

Hello, sweetling ☺

I wonder if you know who I am already. Word flies, after all 🤭

If you know who I am, sweet thing, you know why I am here. If not, I'm merely offering you a bit of entertainment and entrance into a secret world even you do not know of. It's just a fun little game I came up with.

To start, all you must do is write a letter addressed to "Yuvon." I'll take care of the rest.

Do enjoy your time in my game.

Mmh, hello.

I did a little research and I kind of understood who you are.

However, I can't spend much time here (I am sure you know the reasons for this) and I still don't seem to have enough information about your game. Perhaps I should pay more attention to this (at least when the right time comes).

Anyway. Thanks.

[yuvon-writes-letters]

Yuvon, you really needn't apologise to me.

I understand the reason you snapped and [a word is harshly blacked out here] 'The Lasting Sun' already explained my situation pretty well.

I have been kept away from normal or rather kind human beings for a long timespan of my life, therefore I am trying to deal with that and those powers that could make it much easier.

But I am not one to back out of a challenge quickly. Not anymore So well, you won't get rid of me that easily I hope :)

So, for we all have been absent...Tell me Yu, how Jake doing? Troublemaker? Secret Noir, you said he changed a little bit, didn't he?

I cannot say that I am able to figure out everything that happened myself.

But it really is good to hear that you are safe.

~ Stalker

Ps. Little fox, Liska dear, how about you start answering letters yourself? I can really imagine they would love to hear from you

[You, once again, hear that male laugh. Stalkers laughing as it seems]

I am almost hearing Jake starting a rant about me calling you little fox.

Hiya, Stalker.

Understood :)

Jake is... free now, but could be better. He's decided he doesn't think it safe to interact with the letters much further, or at least that's what he says. I haven't seen or heard from him in a while, though. I hope he's alright.

Troublemaker is here too, as is F Domino and Sophie. TM's doing alright. Kinda going a little stir-crazy, like I am, but other than that fine.

As for Inky, it's

(The ink darkens.)

Well, it has been quite a while, hasn't it? And to think, I'm already nearly two years old. How time flies.

In any case. I suppose you could call it a change of heart. Perhaps a realization? Maybe I was given a chance I didn't quite deserve at the time. The realization did have a large role.

Regardless. I've changed tactics now. I've decided it's, on the whole, far more fun to cause chaos than harm, even with the bias of my programming

I'll allow Yu to write again, now, as I've little more to say for the moment. Farewell for now, sweetling.

(The ink returns to normal.)

Well. There's your answer, I guess.

I don't think there's too much more to say, just now, when it comes to all this. Take care and goodbye for now, Stalker.

--Yu

[yuvon-augold79]

Hello there!

I hope you'd receive this message before this day.I'm not going to reveal my identity

In case,if you're wondering,I'm a serene entity(if you can call that) who's playing a violin alone in the blackwater lake,listening to the music of each soul here writing those letters.

I've always wanted to read your amazing letters, and now I've started reading your recap (forgive this lazy newcomer)

It's really astonishing how you've made a huge letter into a short detailed one,I thank you for that.

I wish to complete this soon before ep9 arrives and I'm really looking forward to read your upcoming ones.

I hope this message reaches other bloggers too, who writes these letters...

And your choice of words is quite interesting and impressive which intrigues to read further( I hope this makes sense)

I shouldn't forget the artist whose art conveyed the melody to me. @mirajane01040-dwmemes sorry MJ,I revealed your identity

And I may or maybe not write letters to you;like I already said, I'm only going to listen to all your sweet,sad,blissful,sorrowful and other mixed tunes....

I hope you know me,somehow....

Hiya, anon!

Ooh, wow, I love the description there! I'm not always the greatest at descriptive language, so I really admire people who can use it well :)

There are over 150 marked letters now, and over 200 posts, I think you can be forgiven for not going back through the entire gigantic recap yet XD

The recap, when I first made it, literally took me almost all day XD But I wanted to make things more convenient for people new to the game, I felt bad for the sort of lock-out people were starting to experience.

Feel free to take your time. There's no rush or is there?

It'll probably reach them :) I think all the other letter writers follow this blog as well, with the possible exception of a couple anons I don't know the identities of.

Yeah, word choice is a big part of tone, narration, and character voices. I get what you mean.

Ah, so I see you found the side blog through Mira's fanart :) That's a lovely place to start, I think.

Well, you're under no obligation to write in letters, of course, but I'm never going to turn away another writer for the letter game :)

I have a guess as to who you might be, but I'm not going to say what it is yet.

Have a lovely day/night, "sweetling."

Sorry, couldn't resist XD

[dominos-diary-dw]

(The following post is inspired by a concept from @yuvon-writes-letters! You can see the posts she made for her characters Rennie, Dream, and Black Ink by clicking on their names :) )

(A green shimmering shard drops to the ground. It's loaded with Clover's energy and feels hazy. Forgotten. When you touch it, it feels like there is a story, a fairytale, playing in your head without actually seeing images.)

An awakening after the great catastrophe.

A spark's heart gone cold from the heat of the aftermath.

Her eyes open, irises glowing golden as the sun she's born from. A warm and gentle color, surrounded by the darkness and madness from the white of her eyes gone black.

Her heart wrenches. Where once the life of her creations flourishing was is now an ashen and dead battlefield, still reeking of treason.

The betrayed became the betrayer.

A bow to her aid, an arrow through the chests of the guilty innocent. An arrow to rid of what's turned evil and an arrow to save what's hers. A world in pain, in suffering.

Traitors and bystanders are banished into the depths of what's stuck between her universe and a parallel universe. Traitors and bystanders, forever banished and doomed to be prisoned in mirrorverses.

The madness eases, her mind wakes up.

The broken and battered spark falls to her knees, the heaviness of her actions starting to weigh in.

Not only did she banish the darkness and evil, but her very own friends and acquaintances as well.

Now she's all alone, left in her own bruised and destroyed world.

[yuvon-writes-letters]

Have I become that transparent, dear Yuvon? Well, I probably have. In our world different things have occured, that is to be sure, but I agree that it's been rough.

Rough in our own way. We have been cut off from the multiverse for a little while. Myself especially has sadly been cut off for some time. It was quite boring but a little healing all at once.

Well, you can thank Moira for that. She kinda forced her control onto our gold friend. Without really thinking about what she was doing, if you think about it.

[Once again you hear a male laugh, with the paper shimmering for just a moment]

Our problems have not been completely erased, mind you. Jake is still enraged about her cousin selling [the pen was set down here for quite some time] Did you even know that? That Max was the one who sold Liska out? That he works for the government? Well if you didn't, now you do.

Nevermind, Jake is still enraged, the little fox and Goldie are traumatised, by humans and Moira alike. Liska is enraged as well, but a little because of other things.

And then there is this wild connection to Lig Silver that I gained when we met Liska before Moira made her be captured.

I know, many details about past events. Details that you were never told. But to wrap this letter up: Shit hit the fan. And for now we are as alright as we can be. Jake and I are still trying to get along with the fact that we are the but that's nothing new.

~ You dearest Stalker ;)

Ps. I did realise one thing and it is my trademark somehow, so. Do I have to figure out myself who the children are? Or are you going to tell me?

Hiya, Stalker.

Not transparent, per se

Wow, that's... a lot X'D

I'm glad that you're all at least as alright as you can be right now :) If any of you need to vent a bit, I think it's a bit safer for now. People actually writing got Inky's attention, so it renewed the protections. Won't hold forever, but it can at least keep The Child and Anima out for some time. It won't keep out that assh

Sorry, wasn't meaning to be mysterious. "That child" is The Child. That isn't her actual name or title. I don't know what her name or title is, or even if she has one.

She's highly dangerous and highly aggressive. As in, she will commit mass murder basically on a whim, and resists nearly every kind of attack at least to an extent. And she has directly and indirectly destroyed multiverses before. She was asleep, she was accidentally woken up. Now she's trying to do it all again.

A very pleasant little girl, as I'm sure you can tell. If you look back at old letters, she's written a few times in pink, which'll give you an overview of her personality.

I'm really, really glad you haven't met her.

Stay safe, all of you.

—Yu

[yuvon-writes-letters]

[This it not the first time you see this kind of handwriting. Still, it is less shaky than the last time you saw. And for a moment you believe it to have a slight shimmer to it]

Oh how I wish you'd hear me laugh.

[And it almost seems as if you actually hear a male laugh]

Who would have guessed that after everything you would ever hear of me again? Actually it is a wonder that you are hearing from me and no one else. Otherwise, who doesn't love a little destined intervention. I surely do. And I love amusement as is.

This world, as beautiful as it can be, is sometimes really boring. Especially now. Admittedly, there were worse times.

The fates wrote an ending, the fates made us live an ending and I am happy to be the one, to tell you.

Who knows if you will ever hear from anyone of our world again. There could be times, that is for sure. But the real question is, should we ever tell you what happened? Do we even want to tell you?

After all it's boring to play all our cards at once, isn't it? It's always funny to be the one to know the most.

Let's just say...

~An old...friend.

Well, hey there, Stalker. (I'll take a wild guess and say you're Stalker, at least.) It's been a while. Hope you're holding up alright. Hope everyone is, really. It's been (there's an ink blot here, as if the pen was left for some time while che considered cher phrasing) rough lately. For the multiverse. I hope you don't know what I'm talking about.

...With the way you're saying all this. Do we even want to know? I suspect you'll tell or you won't regardless of the answer.

Just be careful what you say. I don't know how safe this all is anymore. And try not to get that child's attention unless you have a death wish.

—Yu

(Good to see you again :) )

[yuvon-writes-letters]

a memory of the lost

Where

-am I?

Solitude

Who

-are you?

A rose

What

-are you-

-doing?

rose thorns tearing out the eyes one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by

Eyes closing

Why did you

So much

So many

biting claws make the wounds burn with acid

Green or

why can’t we save them

I trusted y

Silence

Whispered snippets around the bed

“The chances of recovery are low-”

Begging and pleading me us them to wake up

We can’t

We’re sorry

they’re gone