#back of the envelope

[theoffingmag]

Petra Kuppers, "Supply Chain Plaything"

#back of the envelope #bote #poetry #poem #excerpt #quote #petra kuppers #the offing

[uraniumdildo]

#doodle #back of the envelope #post it pages #art crawl

[m1d-45]

i’ve reread duality of man so many times, it’s completely captured my brain and i’m literally obsessed with it….. i’m going insane (/pos) imagining how it would feel for childe to learn that he was wrong, he was wrong and if it weren’t for foul legacy, his god would be dead at his hands!! how horrible it would be to learn that the creator trusts foul legacy over him because of his own actions!! FUCK!!!

inversion of fate

a/n: you are so right. target audience. anon is referencing this post.

word count: 1.8k

-> warnings: childe, major spoilers for his lore, imposter au things, it/its pronouns for foul legacy because it’s childe’s perspective

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x || @esthelily

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childe doesn’t really see foul legacy as much more than an extension of himself, an extra tool he utilizes in the heat of battle, so to be shown that this ‘tool’ was correct? that his bloodlust had blinded him to the one thing that matters??? OUGH

foul legacy’s emotions sort of bleed into his due to the nature of their bond, so he can feel the genuine love that legacy feels for you and it drives him mad. he can tell it’s being genuine, that the claws swiping a strand of hair from your face are only moved by care, and it’s so irritating to him. he has to just sit there and simmer in the adoration from legacy, and he can’t do anything while you’re being so lovingly cared for by a creature of the abyss, only sit in a body he no longer has control over.

when foul legacy finally urges you to stand, he thinks it’s over. he tracks your direction and hears through abyssal ears, following your movement. he’s ready to go the moment that legacy gives up control.

maybe that’s why the moment never comes.

foul legacy closes its eye, spinning quickly to a seemingly random direction. it navigates solely by its own invisible senses, one’s childe’s brain isn’t wired to receive and decode, and he’s stunned into silence.

why is it going through so much trouble to protect you? surely it knows that even if childe isn’t the one, you’ll be caught eventually, right? it has to know that it can’t control his body forever (can it?) and that eventually he’ll get his revenge. it has to.

childe tries to keep himself oriented as best he can, if only to point others in the right direction, but legacy kept stopping to spin and confuse him. it only opened its eye once the sounds of the harbor reached its ears, and even then, childe found himself near the southern end of the harbor, near where the path split to lead up to the golden house.

he’d found you somewhere near luhua pool. he couldn’t tell whether to be impressed or annoyed that legacy managed to get him here so quickly.

standing on shaking legs, childe stumbled into the harbor. maybe it would be wise to get an agent to walk with him: he was always exhausted after a transformation, and this one was more mentally taxing than most.

in the back of his mind, he swears he can hear a satisfied rumble from the devouring deep.

it was rare that childe received a letter.

folders were common, crossing his desk to report on missions he didn’t order and announce things he didn’t ask about. orders themselves were common enough, ‘letters’ of notice in neat packages, a small box with a map and a card denoting what was to be done. he was familiar with both, as all harbingers were, but an actual letter?

childe spotted the bright blue paper from the moment he stepped into his office, slowly closing the door behind him. as he rounded his desk, he saw the bright gold wax seal shimmered under the light, taunting him from the center of his desk. the room was eerily quiet, the creak from his chair bouncing off the walls and back at him. as he picked up the envelope, the textured paper sparking a memory, the seal suddenly felt a lot more daunting.

the seal of the fatui was also a familiar thing. it was stamped on papers and issued on uniforms, badges and reports embossed with the dark four-pointed star. he had a stamp of it himself, in one of his drawers, though he’d admittedly swapped the usual black ink for a blood red. all the harbingers tended to put their own spin onto their paperwork, usually for ease of filing or to show off. signora had the corners of the seal spiked into flames, licking across orange ink. dottore had his in a variety of shades of blue, wire forming the outer ring.

pantalone had the circles in the star changed to mora.

he flipped it over just to be sure, reading the shining golden scrawl, but the writing in the corner confirmed it was from pantalone, the characteristic cursive ‘regrator’ justifying the weight of the paper. he doubted there was much more than a single page inside; pantalone was always rather concise, even if a touch flowery in the way he did it.

with a sigh, childe turned the envelope back over and fit a nail under the wax, neatly separating it from the textured paper. he pulled the letter out and turned it to the side: only one page, though it felt like three.

a laugh slipped from him. it felt forced. in the back of his mind, foul legacy chittered.

‘shut up,’ he muttered, tossing the empty envelope on his desk.

‘you will not wish for my silence much longer.’

childe paused, a finger under the flap of the folded paper. ‘what does that mean?’

‘what do you think it does?’

he shook off the cryptic response—though it’s been months since he ran into you, it’s been in a mood ever since—and unfolded the letter, beginning to read.

he almost wished he didn’t.

there’s only two paragraphs on the page—succinct as always, he thought numbly—but the paper weighed as much as a mountain in his hands.

it was a letter updating him on the hunt for the imposter. a common source of news for him, who couldn’t personally take part in it due to his foul legacy, but this…

no matter how many times he rereads the cursive scrawl, it refuses to register. the expensive paper wrinkles around where his thumb is pressing into it, his grip tightening with every passing moment in an attempt to combat the shake beginning to set in. the same words glare at him, unchanging, shimmering off the page like an oasis of poison.

he feels legacy crawl out of the cave in his head that it has sealed itself in, finally coming forward into the light of reality that childe is washed in. the abyss stares, inspecting the harsh gleam of truth, the shine that pierces into childe’s eyes and makes them water, the one that doesn’t go away even if he closes them. legacy chitters, almost like a laugh, and the paper finally falls from childe’s hands.

‘we were wrong,’ the paper says.

you were wrong, his mind repeats.

legacy reads the paper, cooing sadly at the news that you’ve been missing ever since zhongli cornered you. you’d slipped away in his shock, and he could feel the way it wanted to chase after you. the barrier between their minds was always rather thin, and he can feel it press against it, the sadness and concern bleeding into him.

legacy pawed at his mind, urging him to let it take over and find you, and childe couldn’t even find humor in the fact that a creature of the abyss was whining at him.

it was his fault. his fault, his, if he had just listened to legacy and to the call in his own heart, if he had stopped and thought like he was told, if he had recognized the fact that legacy would never turn down a fight-

something like pride washed into his mind from legacy but it didn’t register, the overwhelming realization that he’d tried to kill his god driving all thoughts from his mind.

and he would have succeeded were if not for the abyss.

the abyss itself, the liquid poison that clung to his skin and made him dream of stars fallen from the sky, the small part of it that he had to permanently take on to survive, that had been more right than his own mind. the very place known for being bloodthirsty and ruthless, that never turned down a fight and was the first to draw blood, had been kind to you. he should have noticed.

he was wrong. how could he be?

his foul legacy chittered, an equal mix of taunting him and asking to find you.

‘give up,’ it cooed, a bitter edge of false affection around its words. ‘you’ve already done enough.’

he hated that it was right.

he hated that were it not for legacy he would have hurt you further. he hated that he had the gall to try and taunt you, you, the one he’d sworn to devote his life to after he escaped the abyss. you who gave him a form strong enough to handle the devouring deep, you who gave him the strength to stand up and keep on, and he repaid you by hunting you down, claws bared.

and he hated that he would never be able to find you on his own.

‘let me find my god.’

‘my god,’ he weakly replied, but bile quickly rose in his throat. were you? did he even have the privilege of calling himself your follower if the only words he spoke to you were threats? could he call himself faithful when he pressed on after the abyss itself cried for mercy?

‘are you the one they held close?’

childe was going to be sick.

he wasn’t, he wasn’t, he was so awful that you had to turn to the abyss for comfort, his hands were so stained that even the highest of the high recoiled, weapon drawn. you, his light, the one thing that he could always rely on, the sole constant in his life, and he turned his back on you when you needed it most. he had willingly thrown it all away, blindly following a fake that took advantage of his faith. even when all the signs asked him to stop—to think—he had pressed onward, so blinded that a creature of sea and stars could see what he could not.

‘let me find them.’

he stared at his desk, at the work he still had to do, at the letter proclaiming his failure, at the wide window to his left that spanned nearly the entire wall, more than large enough for even his foul legacy, and made a decision.

ajax gave up his body, bitter in the knowledge that the only time he could only see you would be through another’s eyes, and sick in the understanding that it was all his fault.

#i encourage you to laugh at the visual of foul legacy bouncing through liyue like a game of pong to throw of childe. go on. it’s funny. #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin #genshin impact #self aware genshin #sagau impostor au #childe angst #sagau foul legacy #sagau tartaglia #foul legacy x reader #sagau childe #gn reader #childe #tartaglia #tartaglia angst #genshin x gn reader #gender neutral reader #also hc childe keeps the seals from pantalone and whenever he sends a letter back he fills the envelope with the seals. #i just. think it would be really funny. also hey pantalone gets his wax back so yay recycling(?) every messenger thinks it’s odd though. #to be fair childes already a Strange Character so i doubt they’d think much of it. probably think he’s sending mora which is funny when you #consider the fact that pantalone is like. insanely rich. #it’s like mailing jeff bezos a letter with a fistful of crumpled 1 dollar bills inside #fun drinking game: take a shot every time i use the words ‘foul legacy’ to refer to both legacy himself and childe’s past / reputation #FUCK I FORGOT A TITLE AGAIN SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT #H O W DO I ALWAYS DO THIS FUCK #teddy anon #:)

[ihni]

No but for real. Check it out and get your own copy here!!

#drawn on the back of an envelope because I'm too lazy to get up and get the real paper and watercolours #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #kings of nowhere zine #ihni doodles #harringrove doodles

[tj-crochets]

My next quilting project! Technically it kinda fulfills the rainbow option from my last “what quilt to make next” poll? It’s my mom’s birthday present. Her request was for a pillowcase for the pillow on her couch, and she asked for “as colorful as possible”

This thing is going to be ridiculous and she’s going to love it lol

#sewing wip #scrap management #this is 12 out of 16 blocks in progress #I’m crumb quilting 5.5 inch square blocks in a vaguely log cabin way #to make a 20 inch square panel for the front of the pillowcase #the back will probably be envelope style (I think that’s what it’s called?) #and probably made of rainbow fabric but possibly sunflowers because my mom loves them #and I might quilt it with hearts? #I’ll see how it goes

[ultrainfinitepit]

Angelic Messengers

Comparison to last year's version

#angel #angels #not sure if I want to add the envelopes back or not

[pictureday2005]

wanted to take a quick moment to talk abt my favorite eoisode of dragon tales, bc i think its just so sweet. its the second episode of season 1, goodbye little caterpoozle.

not a lot of kids shows are willing to really truly touch on the subject of death, but considering dragon tales was created to help kids learn about and understand their feelings its not shocking to me that they were able to do it so successfully. im a huge advocate for being heavily involved with post mortem care of your loved ones. from making mourning jewlry/art to cleaning and dressing the body, its something im incredibly passionate about.

not only do we see a cassie reacting to finding out her pet died, quetzal even wraps her up in a little leaf and they have a little funeral! all of them talk about happy memories and things they liked about her, how sweet is that??

death is really really hard to process for children. i lost a very close friend when the both of us were in kindergarten, and i remember just how weird it felt. i know now i was sad and confused, but when youre 6 you cant put the names to those emotions yet. i find it so touching that they were able to approach that head on. cassie even says poozie died! she used the word! its really important to be direct when trying to explain that to kids. sugar coating it will only make it harder, saying "shes in heaven now" or "shes passed on" can only add to that confusion. (i know she didnt actually die and was just in a cocoon but still. they werent aware of that, and as such were treating it as a death.)

people die, pets die, and thats okay. and its okay to be sad. you CAN still say goodbye after theyre gone.

#crayon on envelope #dragon tales #my second favorite is when ord is too scared to go thru the fun house so they make their own to practice #but hes still too scared for the real thing #and theyre just. okay with that!!! #like they just go back to the one that they made instead of forcing him to go thru it

[driftingballoons]

Rotom looks kind of like a virus, right?

#Rotom #pokemon doodles #original art #I am back on my MCAT bullshit #Needed to remember the difference between ‘capsid’ and ‘envelope’ which always gets me for some reason #It comes down to the dumbest stuff sometimes #Anyway there you go #Rotom virus #(Solosis line are animal cells you can’t change my mind)

[rovermcfly]

my personal highlight of the season was aziraphale successfully performing that sleight of hand trick with the photo swap. i was on my knees

#y'all might know I love magic tricks #so when I noticed that little move‚ the unmistakable flick of the wrist‚ as he handed back the envelope.... literally on my knees #and not just that he did that and it's cool but also the fact that it protected crowley???? fuuuucckckkkkk #and that it actually stunned crowley!!?? he might pretend to hate the magic act but that was the sexiest thing aziraphale did #good omens #good omens spoilers

[ocaledonia]

Chanterelle. Go home.

#alice isn't dead #keisha taylor #alice isn't dead keisha #welcome to night vale #artists on tumblr #podcasts #i drew this on the back of a envelope and then couldn't resist colouring it properly #i hope you like it

[pillowenvelopchair]

Last Line Challenge

Rules - In a new post, show the last line you wrote/drew and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you people want! I can't tag this many people lmao)

Tagged by: @marshmel-l0w7 (thanks a lot mellow!!!!!)

Last line:

And when Rogier peers over the cliff, he sees a crater left in the meteor's wake. He pushes the strands of hair that have come loose back into place, disbelieving in what he’s just seen. Stars above…

the good old ng+ fic where the tarnished saves Rogier (and because of that, he gets front-seat tickets to all the horrors that are PROBABLY caused by the tarnished)

Last art:

more wips... more tests... specifically a wip for @un-local's Still Waters fic and a test draw of @nightingale-ghost-writer's tarnished from By the Grace Of!

I highly recommend checking out both of them (even though I am uh... not caught up with BtGo....) BUUUUT I have enjoyed both of their works; you should try reading them if you have the time!

Tags: @un-local, @nightingale-ghost-writer, @wraith-caller, and @herald-of-time (have fun you guys!!!)

#no pressure in answering back though!!! :03c #pffffff drawing new faces are always hard for me... but i will improve soon....... #ill with magdalene. might be catching a delia sickness too #again... why must armor be armor... (scale armor especially....) #elden ring #ask game #magdalene #delia #woop!!! new tag #rogier #envelop art #It's ok pillow u can tag the TWO AUTHORS AND THE ARTISTS YOU REALLY LIKE. (social anxiety. ash baby image)

[theoffingmag]

Marguerite Sheffer, "The Observer's Cage"

#back of the envelope #fiction #short story #prose #writing #quotes #love #relationship #marguerite sheffer #the offing

[coochiekrab]

Forever pissed off that Kuri Stamps are functionally useless to me

#unless someone wants their entire envelope covered front to back in 60 something bobcat stamps #its not fair. don’t they know who i am

[pippytmi]

Kacy exes era was definitely something and so was your fic

All of those angsty prompts are sooooo good. The first one where it's late but you can't sleep so you show up at their door in pajamas 😭😭

Fully imagining Kate turning into peak Season 1 mean girl cause she isn't getting enough sleep and is making it everyone else's problem too and then Lucy also can't sleep and it's effecting her performance out in the field so Jane tells her to take a long weekend and catch up on sleep but she can't cause she can't sleep without snuggling right up into Kate

thank you omg i hope I lived up to the the angsty kacy post-exes era 🫡🫡🫡

and holy shit wait i can 100% see the vision for the sleep one? like. jane notices that lucy isnt doing her best and tells her point blank “whatever you need to get well-rested” so when kate opens her front door at midnight she is understandably very, very confused. totally imagine the scene going like this:

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Kate answers the door with an (appropriate) amount of apprehension due to the time of night, but it melts away into soft, plain confusion when she sees Lucy standing there. “Lucy,” she says, quietly, sounding vaguely hopeful and relieved and—Lucy absolutely cannot allow that. 

(The hope, anyway).

“Hi,” Lucy says firmly, “I need to sleep here. Tonight.” She reconsiders her words a little and amends, “Please.”

“Is there something wrong with your apartment?” Now Kate looks concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Everything's fine. Can I—can we take this inside? Your neighbors will really hate me otherwise.”

“Yeah, of course.” Kate steps back to let Lucy in, watching her with that patient, perplexed furrow of her brow, and Lucy is extremely mad that she still finds it cute.

“Jane told me to come here,” Lucy says, once they're standing together in the living room and Lucy is pointedly avoiding eye contact. “Well not here specifically, she just made me take time off to get some rest and…well, she might have mentioned that you're a little off yourself. In her usual cryptic way.”

“Off?” Kate echoes, frowning. “Off how?”

“Well you've been a little—prickly. More than usual. At least, that's what my team has been saying, I haven't noticed anything.” That's a lie, but Lucy is trying very hard to show she doesn't care what Kate Whistler is up to nowadays. 

(Showing up today is just. A brief lapse in judgment). 

Kate crosses her arms. “I've been nothing but professional. If they sent you to complain—”

“That's not why I'm here, okay?” Lucy pauses to exhale deeply. “I can't sleep. I'm driving my team crazy and Jane finally told me to take some time off and…I think I just can't sleep without you.”

“Oh.” Kate blinks, outwardly stunned, and her frown falls entirely. “Does this mean—”

Lucy doesn't let her finish. “I don't want to talk about us,” she says. “I don't want to listen to you explain, or…or anything. I just want to sleep, and obviously, it needs to happen in your bed or it won’t happen at all.” She pauses. “If you’re fine with it, anyway.”

Kate just stares, for a moment. “Is this…wise?” she finally asks. “The ramifications of getting used to being around each other could be…” 

“Don’t analyze it,” Lucy protests. “And don’t look at me like I’m crazy. I just need one night of sleep or I’ll actually kill someone. Can we just, take it one day at a time here?”

“Okay.” Kate bites her lip, looks down and doesn’t look back up. “Sure. We can just stay together tonight and figure the rest out later.”

The act of giving in is very uncharacteristic for Kate Whistler, and deep down, Lucy knows why Kate is agreeing. She knows why Kate is so willing to let Lucy back into her bed despite their issues. And she knows why Kate is currently gently clearing off Lucy’s side of the bed that is so obviously slept-on instead of Kate’s usual side.

But Lucy pushes those thoughts deep, deep down, and instead buries her face into a pillow and listens to Kate’s uneven breathing. “I can hear you thinking,” she says, feels Kate shift behind her. “Relax, okay? We’re just two people…sleeping next to each other…to get one night of rest. It doesn’t have to be weird.”

Kate gives a huff of a disbelieving laugh. “Right,” she mumbles. “Not weird at all.”  

Already, Lucy feels like this is working, all exhaustion melting out of her body as she sighs. “You can touch me, you know.”

Kate coughs. “What?!”

“It it helps you sleep,” Lucy yawns, eyes already closed as she pulls the blanket a little tighter. She has an explanation on the tip of her tongue about how she knows Kate likes the grounding ability to touch, but it fades when sleep comes.

(She swears, though, that she feels the faintest brush of Kate’s fingertips at her waist right before it does).

#also can we talk about that latest ep bc im DEAD god i <3 them #kacy is truly. enveloping my brain i might cave and start a whole proper fic for them...im envisioning a celebrity au lets see how it goes #anonymous #preguntas #i need a fic tag #(sort of. i just need to look back at this lol)

[forestofsprites]

a few photos from today:]

#i love adding new woodland spaces to my little love list #(it is not a little list) #but i don't find safety anywhere like i do in the woods #i mean. i've been heavily observed by a bear and all sorts but #in the sense of- there are no obligations in the woods #the life of me is as . i don't know.. just in situ!! it's as gently existent as everything- and boy is there a lot of everything- #around me #there are no people there are no expectations there's no mirroring of the face or tone checking in my voice #my life isn't being put up against anything #i'm just there #and everything else is there too #and we're all just fucking there #i know that i'm alive when i'm in the woods #and it's undeniable that i am surrounded and enveloped by it likewise #that we are all part of this extensive energy chain #i find a lot of comfort and comradery in the whole thing #woods!!!! can't wait to go back tomorrow!!! #my photos #nature #mushrooms #fungi #autumn

[tj-crochets]

I got a big box of scraps ( @creations-by-chaosfay thank you!!) that included a bunch of flannel squares, so it’s quick baby quilt time!!

I am still working on monsters but they involve a lot of thought, and this finished disappearing nine patch block took me fifteen minutes in total, so I’m just going to make one or two of these between each monster as kind of a palate cleanser

#sewing #quilting wip #I am so excited about these scraps y’all I am going to make so many cool things #first up: double sided baby quilt! #each side will have four of these disappearing nine patches #or the back might be basic patchwork? I haven’t decided yet #and I think I might go no batting and I think it’s called envelope closure #instead of binding it #very quick very soft baby quilt