⤷ 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❣
➸ in which i write a series of letters for characters throughout the month of february, or rather, to the day before valentines day
➸ cw: mostly gender-neutral unless stated otherwise; lots of angst; time-skip in some; may not follow actual anime plot; lowercase intended; more specified per post
➸ a heads up! i’m aware a few of these ideas have already been used with various characters from various fandoms. it is not my intention to copy/reuse ideas of other authors! these have all come from my own mind, and if i did take inspiration from others do know that it’ll be stated within that post and i would have already asked for permissions from the creator.
♥ feb. 1 - geto suguru, (never) meant to be
in which; a woman writes to her dead lover
♥ feb. 2 - bakugo katsuki, see you soon
in which; a dying girl writes to her childhood friend
♥ feb. 3 - kamisato ayato, miss you
in which; kamisato ayato reads a letter from his beloved who is overseas
♥ feb. 4 - okkotsu yuta, sending kisses
in which; a heartfelt letter is written
♥ feb. 5 - aiku oliver, such a shame
in which; a confession of selfishness is written
♥ feb. 6 - kunizushi (scaramouche), what happened to us?
in which; questions are asked, but never answered
♥ feb. 7 - kishibe, wonder
in which; a letter is sent in hopes it reaches it’s receiver
♥ feb. 8 - micheal kaiser, romeo and juliet
in which; the empress writes to her emperor
♥ feb. 9 - shinazugawa sanemi, i’m sorry
in which; his lover dies, leaving nothing but a letter and a clip
♥ feb. 10 - kurokawa izana, winter days
in which; ink bleeds through paper on a cold winter day
♥ feb. 11 - kaeya alberich, traitor and thief
in which; betrayal doesn’t change the longing of a heart
♥ feb. 12 - hayakawa aki, tbd
♥ feb. 13 - tba
♥ feb. 14 - valentines day, a special!
in which; i write out my thoughts emotions for someone, followed with me adding in a bunch of notes about this event that hopefully no one reads.
➸ ri’s note
intrusive thoughts win i guess. will i finish this? probably not. lookie look a completely new author on this platform writing!! hopefully this doesn’t flopppp (but then i kinda want it to) indecisiveness my bestie <3
also realizing like half of my drafts for this is angst. since i don’t have a s/o to be with in february might as well put my pain in writing
reblogs, likes, comments, as well as criticism are all welcome!
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Big fan of sun motifs in characters not necessarily being about positivity and happiness and how they're so " bright and warm" but instead being about fucking brutal they are.
Radiant. A FORCE of nature that will turn you to ash. That warmth that burns so hot it feels like ice. Piercing yellow and red and white. A character being a Sun because you cannot challenge a Sun without burning alive or taking everything down with them if victorious.
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Simon Riley who gets your initials tattooed over his heart, but not in the conventional way.
The idea of getting your full name spooks him, cause what if he gets captured and some enemy agent sees? It's just too much of a risk for him. But initials are safer. Twice as much if they're hidden behind roman numerals.
So he reveals his new ink one day, during a quiet moment a few weeks after he gets it once it's healed up. He explains what the roman numerals are (they correspond to letters of the alphabet: A would be I, B is II, and so on) and what they mean, and you spend so long marveling at Simon's dedication that it takes you a minute to notice something... strange.
"There's no number for my last name."
He takes your hand, puts it over the numbers, and puts his forehead on yours.
"That's cause I'm hopin' you'll let me put the number 18 there, love."
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I never got the time to write about the object of my affection. I wish I did, but the object of my affection is constantly changing. I am confused of whom to choose, that in the end, I lost and had no one. But what was clear to me, was that, I loved them both as one had the qualities the other did not and vice versa. In trying to find who I really loved, I lost and ended up giving up my safe haven.
I though I was no longer a seeker, yet here I am alone still seeking. Until my heart heals again, I wish, by then, I would find the kind of love I need. The one that will not consume me but keep me grounded and contented. My sole object of affection.
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