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saintsenara · 6 months

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thank you for the ask, pal!

[writing ask game here]

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

the velveteen rabbit. i had underestimated how many haters the system of institutionalised childcare has in the harry potter fandom. as it should.

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do you like dumbledore living? do you like voldemort being sent to azkaban because harry flops in the final confrontation? do you like dumbledore having some sort of thing for imprisoned mass murderers?

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Gellert was robust; a creature made strong and broad by Carpathian air and spring water, his back corded with muscles and his hands square and firm. Gellert was golden, a child of the forge and the lathe, a milk-and-honey boy with bright blue eyes and cheeks of burnished amber. Tom was none of those things. He was consumptive, brittle. Always a little too pale and a little too thin, with friable nerves and poisoner’s fingers. He would sit behind his desk and glower at me with his fathomless eyes, a smudge of black ink in a classroom filled by the rich and healthy - pink-cheeked and soft-bodied - and the bones of his face were like razors, as beautiful as they were deadly. The tendons in his wrist would flex, bird-like, whenever he moved his wand. His robes were secondhand, they were too short in the cuffs. The gin-soaked woman who attended to the orphanage had rattled off a list of ailments to me - as she herded me from her dominion after I had met him for the first time and been terrified - that he seemed to have been lucky not to have been finished off by. Influenza, scarlet fever, bronchitis, pneumonia. I ought to have told her that there was nothing she could have done. Snakes have an inherent loathing of the cold, his sickliness was genetic. I ought to have told the staff at Hogwarts this too, ought to have told the elves to stoke the fires in the dungeons high and lay an extra blanket on his bed. He was poorly-suited to the glacial damp of winter at Hogwarts. He was often ill, often absent from my classes with chills and wheezes. He still topped the year in every exam. He is still ignoring me, glaring out of the cell window, red eyes narrowed against the spray which dances from the sea. Azkaban cannot be doing him any favours, now that he is mortal once more. There is a veneer of damp clinging to his robes, tiny flecks of salt beginning to crust at the hems. There are chilblains on his skeletal fingers. I am not sorry that we allow him to live like this. But I am not triumphant either. ‘Tom -’ ‘That is not my name.’ ‘I will ask the Wizengamot to do something about the damp in here.’ ‘I have no objection to the damp.’ His voice sounds huskier than I remember even as he says this. It has lost a little of its effete malice. He must have a cold. ‘You won’t hold that opinion when you develop pneumonia,’ I say to him, a school-teacher’s admonition in my tone. ‘I have survived pneumonia before.’ ‘You should -’ ‘I have no desire to waste my time on hypothetical misery, Dumbledore. I am focused on the here-and-now.’ He turns to look at me. ‘I am still alive. That is all that matters.’ And this, this is why I told Harry we could not risk imprisoning him. Because there is a fire in his gaze, a fire which fever will only make worse, driving him to take, to fight, to survive. ‘I am alive,’ he says again, stepping towards me. ‘Which means you lost. Your precious little soldier could not bring himself to do the one thing you have trained him for since birth.’ He draws even closer. ‘I am not Grindelwald, Dumbledore,’ he croons, ‘content to stay put forever, dreaming of your caresses. This is not Nurmengard. The walls of Azkaban will not contain Lord Voldemort for long.’ He cannot know that Gellert once said much the same thing. I will not stay locked up here, Albus. I will escape. And my affections for you will mean nothing when I burn Britain to the ground. Nurmengard cannot hold Gellert Grindelwald. All that is stopping me from escaping right now is that I cannot think of a suitable way to kill you. ‘The only thing that hinders me is an inability to decide how I am going to kill you.’ He is irritated by the laugh which escapes me. I can picture quite clearly the way his nose would twitch, if he still had one, as it always used to when he was told off. Gellert was the same. Gellert was always the same… It is that, I will tell myself later. It is the fact that he is, both in that moment and forever, so exactly like Gellert, that causes me to forget myself. And to kiss him.

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iamthecatwhotypes · 25 days

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the letter (bts)

It started with an unsigned letter...

💘Pairing: Fem!OC x Yongbok/Secret Admirer | Sincerely AU 📚Genre: Sincerely... AU (m.list) | Romantic Angst 🔞Rating: 18+ ⌨Word Count: 4.4k ✋🏽Warnings: Unhealthy relationship (edging on neglect; quick to anger) 🗣Summary: Jinju's birthday started out rough... but a curious letter from a secret admirer gives her new hope. The problem is, which of her friends has a crush on her? 💌A/N: Hi! I'm new, but have been lurking for a while. I've had this idea in my head for a while and wanted to give this a try. If you have any constructive criticism or anything you want to say about this, please feel free to reach out. I'd love to hear from you! 😁If you want to read on AO3, you can! 🥰 I know a lot of people prefer to read a whole story when it's done. If you want me to tag you when this series is finished, let me know and I'll tag you when the finale drops.

There was something in the air that Friday night.

It felt… maybe a bit romantic, really. The sky had faded to a soft blue with fluffy clouds bathed in pastel pinks and oranges while the horizon was aglow in dazzling gold. Chasing after the cotton candy clouds from the east was a storm the color of spilled ink. They sprinted along the sky, gobbling up the half moon that hung low and bright.

Rainy nights were my favorite. I was convinced they washed away all the negativity of the day or week and left me with a clean slate.

Maybe it’ll sound a little crazy or overdramatic, but it felt like there was something fated in the crisp breeze that whipped through my hair. It felt like I was on the precipice of something exciting and new starting.

I loved the way it seemed like everyone around me was so happy while being bathed in the soft glow of the street lights that were flipping on one street at a time.

I loved nights like this. They made me think of home when I was young. I'd sit with my mom and brother and watch the lightning until either the storm ended, or I fell asleep.

In my moment of nostalgia, I looked around for my boyfriend, Yongbok, hoping to wrap my hands around his arm and walk tucked up against him, but saw him already so far ahead of me that he was almost to the restaurant we were going to meet our friends at.

I paused for a moment, my shoulders slumping against the sudden brunt of disappointment. My jaw went slack as my heart slid down my ribs into my gut and dissolved in its bath of acid.

Why was he so far ahead? He almost always walked with me. I mean, yeah, he was a much faster walker than I was, but he had a bit of height on me and naturally had a longer stride.

I blamed my outfit. I didn’t often wear skirts or heeled sandals. Even though the long champagne colored skirt I wore had a slit up to the middle of my leg, I felt awkward walking in it. It felt almost alien to dress this feminine. The bag I had brought was bulkier than I was used to as well.

I guess I felt a bit like a puppy that had yet to grow into its paws.

Despite all of that, he should have been walking beside me like a proper boyfriend would.

Although… we have been going through sort of a rough patch, I guess. We’d made plans to go out tonight to celebrate my birthday months ago. Maybe he felt like if he didn’t show up tonight, then all our friends would know we were having problems and he didn’t want them to notice.

I hoped that meant he still wanted to try and work things out with me.

I heaved a sigh and hurried after him, nearly breaking into a sprint in order to meet him at the door. He held it open with his foot and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

A small part of me was worried he'd started to be embarrassed by me. I had gained a bit of weight since I stopped doing my normal dance classes. I didn't think it had been a lot, but I had caught him looking at my tummy a couple of times.

Maybe he was just excited for everything that we had planned to do tonight.

I felt myself get excited at the idea he'd gotten me something nice.

Maybe he was going to finally propose and was just nervous.

Why would he be nervous though? It wasn't like I would say no!

I smiled up at him sheepishly when I lowered my head and slipped past him and into the restaurant.

I loved this restaurant. The walls were black and the lights that hung overhead were low. It smelled of meat and fish and spices.

It reminded me of how my family's house had smelled when I was a child and my grandmother was cooking.

I looked around, plastering a smile on my face and searching for my friends.

I spotted Namjoon’s freshly dyed purple hair in a far corner and grabbed Yongbok's wrist, pulling him along with me as I navigated towards the group, my smile full and authentic now.

Yongbok pulled his hand from mine and skirted past me, almost bumping into a waitress with a tray full of sushi, gimbap, and a delightful smelling udon.

She gasped and steadied the tray with her free hand, her mouth agape as I waved her on, apologizing quietly for his rudeness.

Why was he acting like this? He was being so rude and embarrassing!

I scowled at him and walked over to the table, forcing the smile to grace my face again as almost everyone looked over at me.

I could almost feel the judgement in their eyes as Jimin pulled a chair out for me and pushed it in as I sat while everyone at the table wished me a happy birthday. I smiled shyly at them and bowed my head several times in gratitude while holding my hands together in thanks.

Even though it should have been Yongbok seating me, I thanked Jimin anyway.

He was always a gentleman.

I looked at Yongbok and sighed again when I saw him already deep in conversation with Jungkook who had just started getting a full sleeve of tattoos and, of course, Yongbok was curious about it. He’d wanted to get tattoos for a while now and Jungkook had been the only one in our friend group brave enough to start.

The tattoos I could see on his knuckles were hard to read in the quick moment I looked at, but they looked crisp enough to look decent.

“Look at you!” My best friend, Chaeyoung leaned close to whisper into my ear as she took my bag and admired it for a moment before hanging it from a hook under the table I didn’t know existed. “I bet Yongbok is just itching to get his hands on you tonight!”

She hid her giggle with her long, slender hand. I did my best to laugh along with her to avoid suspicion. It’d been such a long time since Yongbok had touched me… since he’d hugged me… I thought I would probably erupt with joy as soon as he even so much as held my hand.

“Well, you look stunning.” Chaeyoung continued sincerely before letting her eyes gaze at the candles flickering in the center of the table. She went far away for a moment. “I probably shouldn’t say this, but I am a little jealous you have a boyfriend on your birthday. Mine was so lonely.”

I looked her over and scoffed. She was always so elegant with her high cheekbones, small forehead, and full hips that swung like a pendulum when she walked. She was everything I considered to be perfect. I couldn’t understand why she was still single. “You’ll find the right guy soon!”

“I hope so.” Her shoulders slumped enough for her collarbone to peek out from under the sleeveless black cocktail dress she wore.

I nudged her with my arm and leaned close, glancing around the table quickly to see who was watching us. “Have you told… you know… how you feel?”

Her eyes flicked up to the man who sat quietly on the other side of the table, between Jungkook and Namjoon, staring at a glass of water that was sitting in a pool of its own condensation. She shook her head and pulled her waist length black hair behind her ear. “No. If he likes me, he needs to approach me.”

“What if he’s shy?”

She gave a nonchalant shrug and took a sip of her red wine, the glint of the candles catching her long, almond nails painted in a nude shade. She thought carefully for a moment and met my eyes. “I think he likes someone. He’s been acting differently recently.”

I nudged her again as a pair of waitresses came around, setting steaming bowls of clear soup in front of us and taking our entree orders. “It could be you.”

She offered me a smile. “I hope so.”

We giggled together before beginning to eat our soups.

I looked around the table at everyone laughing together and sat back with a smile.

I hadn't known anyone when I moved to Seoul as a teenager. It was only once I had met Yongbok that anyone at this table came into my life.

My life had become so rich and full with everything everyone brought to share with me.

I couldn't imagine my life without them.

“So… Jinju….” Jimin rubbed his hands on his trousers and looked over at me with a smile. I met his gaze and raised a brow, waiting for him to continue, watching as he ran a hand through his thick blond hair and cleared his throat. He shifted his weight and turned towards me. “What… um… what are we doing afterwards? I think it's been kept a surprise from us when, really, we should have been the ones to surprise you.”

I laughed as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his eyes roving my face.

His sudden attention on me was a little confusing for me. Jimin had always been kind, but I had written it off as him being polite to his friend's girlfriend.

I couldn't lie though, it was nice to have a man talk to me so kindly.

Yongbok looked up at us too. His large eyes narrowed suspiciously while going from Jimin to me and back again.

That was odd.

Was he jealous or had he just forgotten our plans? I couldn't be sure.

I came back to myself and put on my friendliest smile while laying my hands on the wood table.

“But I love surprising you all! I hope you don't mind.”

I dipped my head shyly. I hoped I hadn't inadvertently caused offense. I really didn't think anyone would mind. I had never been a fan of birthdays and really just wanted the attention to be off of me.

Jimin chuckled and ran a hand down the black blazer he wore, waving the other to dispel my worry. He softened his hand and offered a gentle smile. “Of course not.

“I thought that since we were so close to Lotte World, that we could go there after we eat and do a scavenger hunt. I have a little gift for the winner.” I had gifts hidden away in my purse for everyone though, but I wasn’t going to admit that now.

“It’s raining now though, my dear.” Yongbok interjected, his deep voice tinged with a gravelly undertone, hinting that I was being ridiculous. He used the endearment to try and soften his tone.

“I…,” I didn’t have much time to respond before Taehyung piped up, his eyes still on his glass.

“I drove.” He pushed his white linen napkin along the edge of the glass before looking up at me first then quickly around the table and back to his glass again. He swallowed hard and shrugged a shoulder as the weight of the collective stare went to him. “I can’t fit everyone, but….”

He let his words fall away, thankfully saved by the waitresses and a pair of runners who came up to our table and laid our meals out before us.

I couldn’t help but notice Yongbok glower at him for a moment before whipping open his napkin and laying it over his lap.

What was wrong with him?

I glanced at Chaeyoung to see if maybe I was overreacting, but she was watching me worriedly as she plucked up a piece of beef.

I tried to give her a reassuring smile, but I knew it was hollow. I couldn’t lie to her very well.

We fell into eating a bit quieter than before.

I appreciated Taehyung stepping up to help keep my birthday perfect. At some point in time, without me even realizing, he and Jimin had become my friends too… genuinely.

I didn’t know what I had done to earn that, but I was very grateful.

The world felt a little smaller and less scary with them in it.

Eventually, we finished our meals and looked outside to see the rain had become so heavy that the street was practically empty save for a few stragglers who were drenched and huddled into their jackets and wincing against the elements.

Jungkook was the first to speak, always quick and eager to help in any way he could. “I think we should take Jinju to the zoo tomorrow. Or… maybe the aquarium.”

Namjoon nodded, pointing at him as he clasped his hands together and rested his elbows on the table. “Namdaemun would be cool too.”

“Oh… the Seosomun Museum is close to there.” Jimin chirped, glancing at me as he crossed his legs and sat back in his chair. “We could make a day of it if we wanted to.”

“Oh!” Chaeyoung cried out and leaned forward, her brow pinched and her eyes narrowed. “We could go to Sky Pizza!” She turned to me and put her hand on my arm. “That’s Bong Joon-Ho’s restaurant in Parasite!”

“We’re taking a tour of Seoul tomorrow.” Yoongi suddenly spoke with a breathy, deep laugh. “We may as well go to the National Park Mountain Museum.”

“Where is that?” Chaeyoung pulled her phone from her purse and tapped the name into her map app then looked up with wide eyes. “Bro! That’s so far away!”

Namjoon smiled until his eyes were half moons and shook Yoongi’s hand. “I see you’re getting out more.”

“That’s almost in Gyeonggi! That’s like an hour away!”

I was about to say that I loved getting out of the city, but Yoongi spoke again, waving his hand, his pinky slightly curved.

“Jinju, what would you like to do tomorrow?”

Everyone’s eyes shifted over to me and it was suddenly hard to breathe. I blinked rapidly and felt my mouth grow dry as my jaw went slack.

I couldn’t choose the museum Yoongi had suggested even though it sounded wonderful. Chaeyoung would be too miserable travelling that far. I made a note to go there later on my own. I sat up straight with a bright smile, watching subconsciously as almost everyone mirrored my movement. “I think we should go to the aquarium, Seosomun Museum, and Sky Pizza. If that’s okay?”

I looked over at Chaeyoung as she wrapped her arms around mine with a giggle. “That’s gonna be so fun!”

“Let’s see if it’s still raining tomorrow.” Yongbok’s voice was drowned out by Taehyung and Jimin offering to drive all of us, which made him roll his eyes.

Part of me felt bad for him to be ignored. I knew he hated it, but maybe the others were ignoring him since he was in such a foul mood.

I tried to compensate for him by being the brighter one.

“I’m really excited. It’ll be nice to do some new things.” I smiled at no one in particular.

My eyes flicked to Yongbok as he clinked his shot glass together with Jungkook’s and threw his drink back. I hadn’t even realized the grapefruit soju on the table. Yongbok locked eyes with me and pointed at me with a grin on his full lips then poured himself another shot. He raised it towards me, waiting for a moment for our bewildered friends to quickly follow suit when they realized there was going to be an impromptu toast.

“Here’s to our beautiful Jinju on her birthday.” Yongbok smiled and gave a chuckle, the mood brightening for a moment as our friends broke into a smile and parroted him before he continued, interrupting a few of them. “May we all be so accommodating.”

I thought I heard a hint of sourness to his tone that the others seemed to gloss over.

I smiled and bowed my head in thanks to my friends before a crack of thunder shook the building and made the lights flicker. We jumped and looked to see if the building had been hit.

“I think that's our signal to go.” Namjoon finished off his beer and stood with the rest of the table following suit quickly. We followed him to the counter to pay.

“Thank you all for such a lovely evening.” I bowed to the group at the large double doors that were painted black with an ornate design painted gold in the center of both of them. “It was good to see you all again and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow!”

I gladly accepted a hug from Chaeyoung, Jimin and Taehyung then shook hands with Namjoon and Jimin. Yoongi and Jungkook both gave me a small bow before looking out the windows as a flash of lightning illuminated the sky for a moment.

“I'll drive you home, Namjoon.” Taehyung patted the man on his shoulder as Jungkook fished his keys from the pocket of his black trousers and Yoongi pulled his black blazer over his tight black turtleneck.

“You two walked, right?” Jimin turned to us, raising his brow as Yongbok nodded, a sense of disappointment seeming to wash over him as his shoulders drooped a little. “I'll drive you home.”

I stepped up to him with a smile and held my hands demurely before me. “Thank you for your help, Jimin. Yongbok and I appreciate it very much.”

The tips of his ears grew red as he tipped his head away with a smile and ran his hand through his hair again as Yoongi swung the door open for us, his hand up to shield himself from the rain.

“Thank you!” I put my hand on his shoulder as I brushed past him, my skirt quickly becoming plastered to my thighs as the rain threatened to drench me entirely. He nodded and gave the fastest smile I had ever seen before looking away.

Yongbok put his hand on my waist, pulling me close and guiding me quickly to Jimin’s car. He pulled away and sat in the front, leaving me to start to slip in the back before remembering I didn't have my purse.

“I forgot my bag!” I stood despite Yongbok's grunt of disgust and shielded my eyes with my hand as a waitress came out with my bag. I took it from her with a bow. “Thank you!”

“Jinju! Get in the car!” Yongbok yelled through the window at me as I opened the door and dropped inside, thankful for the quickly heated interior.

“Sorry.”

“It’s…”

“Next time be more mindful.” Yongbok barked over Jimin, glowering at me from his spot as I sank into the back of my seat with wide eyes. “You're ruining the interior.”

My jaw went slack.

I was so confused.

He’d never berated me in front of other people before, let alone his closest friends.

I don’t think he’s even ever raised his voice to me before. Why was he being so cruel? And on my birthday too.

It made my heart drop as I lowered my head while Jimin stared at him, his playful, sweet eyes now dark and hard.

He moved his jaw from side to side before taking a deep breath and holding his hand up, palm down, trying to diffuse the situation. “Let’s not let a little rain ruin tonight. This car’s been through much worse than this.” He laughed, bringing me, at least, a little lightness and I relaxed. “I was getting the car washed one time and forgot to roll my window up until I was being sprayed in my ear.”

“Bro… you did what?” Yongbok stared in confusion at Jimin as he covered his face with his hands and laughed.

Perhaps it was mean of me, but it was nice to see him be humbled after being rude to me.

“Yeah, I drove home with all the windows down to try and dry it out.” Jimin sighed and looked back at me when I covered my mouth as I giggled. “But anyway, don’t even worry about it. You’re fine, I’m not mad.”

I smiled and looked up at him through my lashes. “Thank you, Jimin.”

Jimin tried to get a conversation going, but with Yongbok’s mood, the short trip to our apartment felt like an eternity.

Jimin pulled up to the curb and put the car into park, twisting in his seat and reaching back to smile at me. “Happy birthday, Jinju. I’m sorry it rained, but hopefully tomorrow will be better.”

“I'm sure it will be. Thank you again for coming out with us and driving us home.”

Yongbok was out of the car and opening my door suddenly, his voice . “Remember your purse this time.”

I tried to smile but my lips refused to pretend.

I grabbed my purse and stepped out of the car, waving to Jimin before hurrying to catch up with Yongbok who was practically at the door of our building already.

“What's wrong with you?” I glared up at him, watching as he threw his hands up and walked away. He went through the door to the stairs and let it slam behind him.

I stood staring after him.

What happened? What had I done?

All I wanted to do was cry.

I felt my chin tremble and remembered that my clothes were still wet. Even if my heart was breaking, I had to go take care of myself.

I went to the elevator and trudged my way to our door and tapped in the code. I slipped inside and stepped out of my shoes, holding my purse to my chest.

It only took a moment for me to hear him playing a video game loud enough that I was sure our neighbors would hear the woman screaming alongside the gunfire.

I felt so completely defeated. This wasn’t how I planned on my birthday going.

I had been so hopeful that today we would play nice and maybe it would start feeling like we were a couple again.

I wiped my eyes and went to the closet, dropping my bag into its place in the corner of my side. I went into the bathroom and began to draw a hot bath with a healthy scoop of lavender epsom salt.

I sank into the hot water carefully and sighed as I laid my head against the pillow, completely encased in the water.

I stared up at the ceiling and sighed.

What was I supposed to do? Was there anything I could do to save the relationship?

It was just a rough patch. All couples go through rough patches. I did love him. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn’t want to just throw it away without trying.

The next morning as we were rushing to get out the door to meet with Jimin and the others he had picked up, I remembered at the last moment that I had forgotten my wallet inside my purse. When I grabbed it and yanked it free from my bag, a sloppily folded piece of paper fell to my feet.

What was this?

I crouched down and picked it up, tipping my head as I unfolded it, thinking it was a receipt.

Hello darling,

The words met me in a neat hand.

I drew a deep breath and glanced over my shoulder. It wasn’t Yongbok’s handwriting. Even when he did his best handwriting, this was remarkably different.

I continued to read it, grateful for the brevity of it.

I know I shouldn’t be writing this to you, but I feel that if I don’t do something to give me freedom from you, I’ll go mad. So, here’s the truth: I’ve liked you for a long time and wish you all the happiness and love in your life. You deserve the best life and to be treated like a queen. You inspire me to be a better man and I thank you for that. Although I don’t think you’ll ever know who I am, I am grateful to have you in my life.

My mind raced and my heart thundered.

Someone had… what? A crush? On me?

Who could this be? Why did they choose now to tell me? When had they put this in my bag? Had it been there for long and I just hadn’t noticed it?

No. It had to have been from last night since it was on top of my wallet.

I blinked several times as Yongbok called for me.

Someone from last night had a crush on me. One of my friends felt something for me.

Had they sensed things hadn’t been well between Yongbok and I and was aligning himself up to be my next beau?

Who was it?

I was going to end it there and wish you all the best, but my soul won’t let me sleep without saying the deepest secret I have. I know you’re taken and I am sorry to drop this in your lap now, but please forgive a poor, heartsick man because I do wish you were mine. Will I give this to you? I know I shouldn’t, but the thought that maybe, just maybe, one day it could happen, is to strong to resist. We’ll see what happens, I guess. But, for now, I am happy to have you as a friend. Take care. Eat well. Sleep well. Study well. You are loved.

It ended there without any mark of the sender.

I swallowed hard and felt my eyes prick with warm tears. I trembled as I brushed them away and stuffed the letter into my everyday bag.

I should have thrown it away. I should have been loyal to Yongbok, especially if I wanted to keep our relationship alive.

Why did I keep it?

I brushed past Yongbok, staring at his thin, well-shaped jawline and cool eyes and went out to Jimin’s car that was idling by the curb.

I looked up at the fluffy white clouds in the brilliant blue sky.

Someone who loved me was looking at those same clouds.

What a strange and wonderful thought.

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blakbonnet · 23 days

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❤️💌❤️

(I’m feeling needy today!)

Kylie I could talk endlessly about your art and how you are just forever permanently inked in pink glitter pen in my heart, but you already know (or at least you should know) that you're a wonderfully talented artist. So let me gush a bit about how kind you are, always there to support your friends, and I can just tell that you would give amazing hugs somehow? the kind that make people feel better after a bad day? sharing the fandom space with you has been nothing but joyous, and I am genuinely so so glad that you decided to watch the show and I was able to meet you online ❤️

mutuals send me 💌 and I'll tell you how much I love you

#asks #merryfinches #now go to bed 🥲#💌

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poppyplate · 2 months

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ooo valentine's day 💌

i love valentine's day, so i had to make some silly little cards of my oc silly

they're 4x5" and riso printed on cardstock with fluorescent pink and scarlet ink

#risograph #riso print #oc #oc art #art prints #risograph print #valentines day #original character

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angelfoodcake222 · 1 year

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💌 💛 Xanthophilia 💛 💌

Xanthophilia: the love of the color yellow.

Gif by @bee-stim

Tw[Trigger warning]: you goofed, bad/decent poetry, fluff, scopophobia, (possible) head injury, simp stuff. Enjoy.

🌕The story starts with a 3rd person's view peering past the window leading into a puppet's (most likely Y/N's) office as they frantically &/or cartoonishly searches for the note they thought they had put away to revise it into a less sappy, mawkish, schmaltzy confession of their feelings for the star of the show in favor of writing as more of a note to show their appreciation for his appearance in the shows, offering to design his next suit to fit his seemingly snazzy essence. Maybe something in a fetchingly robust red?

🌕Wally gets a note [accidentally] sent by his semi-new neighbor, Y/N the stylist/seamstress, after it gets mixed up with other things in their messy home office.

🌕When he opens the pristine red heart stamped, white envelope he finds something to the effects of a love letter complete with a lightly perfumed (not intentionally, just cast off from when you were getting dressed near your desk & the episode you were written into called for you & Wally to be near each other)piece of salmon pink paper filled with rich blue ink scribbles that open with "To My Most Darling, Fabulous Neighbor," before he stood stock still beside his open window to read on. His unblinking eyes read this (or something like it):

I cannot help but swoon when I see you wearing any one of my designs. It makes my little heart throng when I see you happily going about your life with the clothes I tailored for you & how your honeybee fleece makes it look as though you were the sun himself put into a tangible form. An incarnation of bright, beautifully blue-topped chef-d'oeuvre Pablo Picasso, Peter D. Jaquish, or even Leonardo da Vince could so much as dream of bringing to spontaneous life. Andy Warhol hasn't a prayer in recreating the honorific hues you iconically carry with your pools of opalescent snowfall glistening like freshly fallen snow with a pair of priceless black pearls that bring an incomprehensible level of depths to them.

If your lulling voice & genteel demeanor were not enough, your eyes draw me further & deeper into these profound feelings I've been pushing down for countless convoluted reasons that I cannot put into words. I hope to make a garb that finally brings worthy wearability to your form & its near-otherworldly resplendence. Possibly make you a line of Red Deliciousness & Pink Ladies for myself, if it's not too much, of course. Maybe swap makeup & hair tips or you could show me how you do such majestic work in such brief windows before the cameras come on.

With love & awaiting skill, Y/N.

🌕Wally is stuck in place, rereading the besotted epistolary in his hands as the words take him some time to grasp. He even asked home to pass him the dictionary from the top of his bookshelf to translate many of the words just to boil it down to its writer being, for lack of better words, "wally, wally, blood & dolly" for him.

🌕He sat in his plush chair, rereading the confession with a new understanding of what Y/N had composed, now transcribed to his understanding.

🌕He barely heard the frantic knocking upon Home's door & Home rocking his chair to snap him out of the hypnosis.

🌕When he does pull through & opens the door, there stood Barnaby with an excited yet curious look on his face.

🌕While Barnaby was getting a hot dog from Howdy with Eddie & Frank picking out ingredients for something related to jelly, Y/N skids in & make a B-line for Eddie, asking if he had delivered any mail from their house to Home that day.

🌕Eddie checks his notes & confirms their hectic question, noting the "very pretty thing holding it shut so nicely" that he could not bear to stuff it into his bag, therefore packing it mindfully in hand to Wally's dwelling.

🌕Y/N's face turns a few shades darker before they fall back into the apple display & causing everyone concern, especially Julie & Poppy who had just walked in not even a split second before it happened.

🌕Barnaby ran to Home, grabbed Wally & brought him to Howdy's where everyone else gathered to check on their friend laying amongst the ripe red fruit scattered about, especially Poppy who told everyone to step back & give the stylist/tailor some room while she tended to them.

🌕He thought back to the letter he had tucked into his cardigan pocket instinctively while Barnaby dashed him to the store & reflected on the decadent words you utilized in writing such a thing. This was followed by him piecing together what had happened.

🌕He, Poppy & Barnaby helped Y/N back to their home & tucked them into bed.

🌕Barnaby & Poppy went all about their neighbor's home looking for things to ease their probable headache after their fall while Wally sits at the same-sized puppet's bedside, quietly watching them rest their lovely, lettered mind. Unable to push that poem from his mind.

🌕While Poppy tended to Y/N's head & Barnaby grabbed some additional pillows from their closet, Wally continued to watch you (a character trait the two bigger puppets were used to, so they didn't notice it.

💛He had never fallen so hard before & he doubts he ever will for anyone else ever again.

#wally my beloved #wally darling welcome home #fanfic #NeighborlyNotes

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bernadettelovestokiohotel · 1 year

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"Flatterer"

Vance x Finney Valentine's day fanfic.Happy Valentine's day! 💌 💘

Vance was always a romantic person.

He shows gratitude,writes romantic poems,and was always a flirt.

This trait of Vance's is what Finney found the most attractive about him.His beautiful way of expressing his words and emotions through his adorable but cheesy poems and sentences he easily smoothes anytime he needs to.

It was February 14th,The Valentine's day of 1983.

This was the first Valentine's day they had as a couple,so this had to be special.

"Something that would soften Finney's angelic heart" He thought.

He rocked back and forth in a chair,holding a red pen,looking out the window,seeing it's pouring outside.

"you're as nice as rain...no..that sounds weird."

He mumbled as he crumpled the paper and took a new one in his hands.

As he continued to write,a big stain of red ink splashed on the paper,ruining it's pretty aesthetic.

"like blood."

Vance thought as he stared at the red stain,trying to think of a line that has the word "blood" in it.

Nothing.

"why can't I think of a good line?"

He angrily muttered as he was clicking the pen over and over and over..

This wasn't going to be easy.

Suddenly,he got an idea.A type of idea that pops out of nowhere after endless desperation of wanting to get something done.

After a few minutes ,it was finally finished.And now,with sunflowers,as yellow as the sun,box of white chocolates,and pink candles waiting in the living room,along with Vance,waiting for Finney.

Finney comes back,seeing what Vance had prepared for him,he chuckled.

"you didn't have to do that" Finney said,as he looked around the room.He wasn't expecting anything,well nothing like this.

"I couldn't stay away.I had to prepare you something special." Vance smiled as he got up from his seat and walked towards his short boyfriend.He handed him the paper.

Finney giggled on this and asked: "you wrote a poem for me?"

Vance didn't say anything,he just put on a flirty smile like he always does.

Finney's sighs,and begins to read the note.

"It's true,I was scared to love,

Not just love,but to love you.

For your beauty and grace,

I couldn't help but fall for you.

You carry things deep inside you,

That no one has yet to understand,

And I,

Was afraid to hurt.

But once I've shared my love,

No matter where I go,

I feel at home,

For your love follows me wherever I go."

Finney smiled gently,his rosy cheeks turning red,as red as the fallen rose pedals.

"Oh Vance" Finney giggled as he jumped on Vance and kissed his forehead gently.

"did you like it?" Vance asked,as he held the back of Finney's head.

"yes,I did" Finney laughed,as his eyes watered,filled with crystal-like tears.

"oh don't cry,my darling" Vance said as he kissed Finney's eyelid to stop his lover from crying like rain.

"I'm sorry I just..I never had something like this given to me.." Finney said as he put his head on Vance's shoulder.

"well you deserve it.I can't wait to spend my life with you,Finney Hopper." He chuckled as he kissed his lover's nose.

"aw...wait..Finney Hopper?" Finn raised his eyebrow as he blushed.

Vance laughed as he picked Finney up,having Finn's legs around his waist,Vance falling on the bed that was filled with rose pedals,with Finney in his arms.

"this too?" Finney turned red.He thought this was too overexaggerated.

"Well i has to make it special" Vance laughed as he pulled his golden-haired lover into a deep kiss.

Their lips danced against on another as the blondie got on top of his short lover,moving his lips to the boy's neck.He kissed Finney's neck gently,but starts playfully nipping his neck.

"stoop!" Finney laughed as he tugged onto Vance's beautiful curly hair.

"whaaaat?" Vance laughed,sighing on Finney's neck,which made Finney giggle even more.

"this is the best day ever" Finney thought as he cuddled up to his blondie's chest.Vance was rubbing Finney's back gently.

"Wanna go for a walk?" Vance asked as he sat on the bed.

"okay!" Finney happily accepted as he got up to get his jacket.

The two left the apartment holding hands,not wanting to let go of one another.

Vance really is a flatterer.

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Hello!!So...this was a fic that came out of nowhere,I'm really proud of it!!!

@vintagemissuny @deadbydad @zelinksupporter @nympippi

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jathis · 1 year

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💌 :3

Werewolves! And pink inked drawings that are adorable!

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shadestar413 · 1 year

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💌

👁👁

👀

Hi hi! <3

You’re red putting it simply. The sweet color of red honey, the red in the sunset and sunrise, the soft pink of an early morning and late day sky. A harsh red lightbulb and the red ink from a pen, scrawled around notes written once and forgotten. Coffee stained papers, the scent of rose in the air as the red shades one puts on filters their entire viewpoint in a pleasing scarlet. Bright, searing, and flashing colors of an arcade screen, reminiscent somehow of youth and memories long submerged. The promise of new memories made.

Oh and a cup of fine china, ornately painted, tea poured in and cubes of sugar stirred in opposed to spoonfuls.

I like tea.

#friend rookie!#riley rambles

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[rico nasty voice] KENNY 💌

[dipdipdips my gay little quill in glittery pink ink]

Dearest Sydney—

Although it has been long since we have bonded initially, and our interests may since have moved apart, I do very much enjoy hearing your thoughts on subjects I know little about. You have educated me plenty in the realm of angelic homosexuality, and my eagerness in learning more about the topic can only serve as a testament to my affection for you.

Your correspondence brightens my day immeasurably. I look forward to your next letter eagerly.

Your dear friend,

Kenny

#hi I may have taken this somewhat literally #love letters 💌#ask #kenny.txt

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writingsbynh · 2 years

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Ink

Pretty pink

Purple mink

Vermillion wink

Lavender blink

Golden drink

Azure link

- 𝑵𝑯

𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟? 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔! 💌

#rhyme #short rhyme #rhyme poetry #writerscommunity #interesting words #female poets #poem #poetry #romantic poetry #writers on tumblr #creative works #please consider reblogging #spilled words #deep poems #small writer

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formulaonedirection · 2 years

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💌!

dearest ellie,

I associate you with Jenson Button's laugh lines, the satisfaction of using a pen all the way till the ink finishes (it means you didn't lose the pen or break it), pastel pink, when that song you've been waiting the whole night to hear finally comes on, chrissy wake up i don't like this and Lando's Norris' Adam's apple.

send me a 💌 and i'll tell you something i associate with you

#<333 #love notes #ellie tag

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manyfandoms-7 · 2 years

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Wafflez is a Glitterglueaesic, Somnucomfic,Kidcoric,Cringecoric, Panromantic, Asexual. 🍄 uses He/It/Co/Blo/Pink/Pix/Bon/Dre/Fly/Galaxy/Eat/So/Gem/Sweet/🦄/🍄/🪐/🧁🍰/💕/🏳️‍⚧️ pronouns!

Case is a otherkin Ageroboic, Robo catgender, Glitterbotic, speedglitchic, Cookierungender& CELESTEGAMEIC omnisexual with ADHD! .Exe uses He/Byte/.Exe/Type/Click/Robo/Gli/Blue/💙/🤖/✏️/🖊/🔍/📚/💌/📏/🟣/🔵/⚪️ pronouns!

Chiffon is a disabled Chocochipic, FUWAKONECAKEIC, Devilcostumic, Cloudorangiec Polyromantic Cupiosexual with Autism! 404 uses Xe/Miku/She/It/Kitten/Gore/Ink/Ae/Shey/Fog/Moth/Love/Color/Purr/Void/Paw/Entity/Smile/Woof/Axo/Meow/Husk/Doll/Bell/Den/Zhe/Boop/Nyan/Nip/Ey/Ghost/Bun/Puff/Zap/404/💖/🍕/⭐️/🎀/🧸/🍂/☁️ pronouns!

They’re also all in a polyamorous relationship. Requested by no one just wanted to show some of my ocs!

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stampwithtami · 3 months

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