#✝ 〉LETTERS

[ms-boogie-man]

Ahem…

Do not come to me pretending to know the outcome either way of this apparent partnership between Tulsi Gabbard, RFK jr, Elon Musk, and President Donald Trump. There is not one person here on Tumblr who has any more info on this than I, so there is not anyone qualified to badmouth me in this. You can have your hunches and concerns, that is fine… I would like to hear them, but do not get uppity with me about it

Here are some facts:

Elon is a businessman and a wildcard. He is the world's biggest contractor to the US government… and that means bigger than Raytheon, HR Textron, Ameron Global, and all the rest. He did not invent the Tesla automobile… he took a rag-tag group of tech hippies, invested in their ideas, put a corral of organization and logic around what they were doing, and brought the Tesla to fruition. His son was brainwashed into the trans cult and is now lost to him, and that may be part of his bone to pick with globalists. Elon bought Twitter, made it into X and has stood up for free speech ever since. He is also said to be the creator of the overhead network of satellites that will form our internet in the future. He also has shown a huge and often disturbing interest in Artificial Intelligence and chipping people.

Robert F Kennedy Jr is a hardcore liberal who may hold some common goals with conservatives, but he also has some national desires that go against conservatives, i.e., gun laws, as one example. His views on health are important though. While working on the goals he has in common with the Trump admin, RFK jr may be hoping to get a couple of his liberal notions thru on the backside. It will be up to us, We the People, to stop this from happening.

Tulsi Gabbard has always held a soft spot within my heart. Like me, she is very pretty, and too, she talks a good game, and, she seems to have served her country cleanly and well… but… I know that she has been involved with the Clowns In America, and this gives me pause yo. I will never trust anyone fully if they have been thru that rat mill. I do like her apparent commitment and vigor yo

What can I say about Donald Trump? He confuses me at times… then at other times, I feel very sure of his commitment to our republic. Feelings are not what this movement is about yo Either way, unless we are going to put a lot of lives on the line, Trump is our best bet to take back our country as peacefully as possible… and that is a fact yo

I have brought up the following before Did anyone notice this 👇🏼 in January 2017?

Btw, JAG stands for Judge Advocate General

These gentlemen, officers in our military, stood with President Trump for 17 seconds *begins counting on her fingers

Yup! Just as I thought yo! The 17th letter in our alphabet is the letter Q

*interesting

Angie/Maddie🦇❥✝︎🇺🇸

[corpsekiller]

your writing is amazing!!! dadtoki makes me so happy and i wanted to ask if you would write more found family fics with him and perhaps the reader as a second parental figure?

✝ 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖲 𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖨'𝖬 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖸𝖮𝖴 — 𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖮𝖪𝖨

thank you for your request, my dear. dadtoki has a special place in my heart and i will never stop writing about the found family trope and the yorozuya, so i really couldn't stop myself from writing this <33

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. sakata gintoki x genderneutral!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. hurt/comfort, rluff, mentions of blood, dad!toki

MASTERLIST

Gintoki wonders how he got here.

The park is nearly empty at this time. A few children still run around the playground nearby and a couple strolls down the lonely path hand in hand, but the sun is already setting and most people are rushing home to enjoy dinner with their families. It’s too hard to decipher the letters of his new Shounen Jump by now and he gave up on reading anyway, the magazine long forgotten in his lap as he watches Kagura and Shinpachi chase around the meadow.

They’re laughing loudly, dodging each other’s hands and hiding behind trees and bushes, sometimes even jumping over Sadaharu who’s been dozing off since they arrived and seemingly doesn’t mind them climbing over his back. Every once in a while his left ear twitches at the sounds of their giggles and his eyes crack open to follow the kids dashing around his sleeping figure before he falls back into his slumber.

“I think we should head home soon, it’s already getting dark,” you mutter beside him. Gintoki nods blankly, only turning his head when you dig the tip of your finger into his cheeks and although his expression doesn’t change once his gaze meets yours, his heart still jumps in his chest at the sight of you wrapped tightly in his white yukata to protect yourself from the cold breeze sweeping through the park. You look so beautiful and there’s nothing he can do to stop himself from staring at you like a creep when you brush a strand of your hair behind your ear and give him a gentle smile before you scoot closer to him and snuggle into his side.

Sometimes, he’s convinced that this is just a figment of his imagination. It’s in moments like these when everything seems just a little too perfect to be real that he wonders how he got here, how his life turned out to be so beautiful after everything he’s done — the kids are laughing and you’re reaching out to grab his hand, soft and warm against his skin, a small reminder that yanks him back into reality.

“Gin, are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, don’t worry ‘bout me. I’ll get the brats, you stay here,” he croaks, shaking his head to get rid of his thoughts and turning to call out for Shinpachi and Kagura right as she trips over her own feet. “Oi! Be careful—”

The words leave his mouth before he can even think, but it’s too late.

Kagura shrieks and instinctively raises her arms to shield herself from the impact before she lands face first in the dirt and Shinpachi, who’s been grinning from ear to ear only mere seconds ago nearly stumbles into a tree when he hears her fall. Worry is written into the crease of his brows as he whips his head around to check if she’s alright, even though his glasses have fallen into the grass and his vision has turned blurry.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Kagura groans as she fights to get up. Mud sticks to her pale cheek, a few leaves have found their way into her tousled hair and for a moment, everything seems to be fine until her eyes search his. Tears cling to her lashes and her bottom lip begins to tremble, barely holding in a sob and Gintoki is about to jump to his feet in panic, but you’re faster.

Rushing past him, you crouch down beside the girl and pull her into a hug, one hand cupping the back of her head and the other one resting on the small of her back to draw soothing circles. Small hands wrap around your chest and dig into the yukata engulfing your body, then she buries her face in your shoulder — she’s crying, sniffling and whimpering quietly as if she isn’t quite sure whether she’s even allowed to show weakness.

Gintoki knows she’s a Yato and she endured injuries much worse than this, but at this moment, as you rock her back and forth, comforting her with loving words and a tight hug, he is once again reminded that she’s just a kid. Much like Shinpachi, she was never allowed to be just that — and like him, they had to grow up too fast, never had a childhood that wasn’t defined by blood and violence, and never had someone who looks out for them until they met him.

And look, he doesn’t really think he’s made for this whole single dad thing he’s got going on since he picked them both up, but he’s been trying his best to make them feel safe and loved, and even though it’s quite exhausting to keep them both fed when his own wallet is empty, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He does have to admit that he’s grateful you came along though. Somehow, you completed their little family and it becomes so much clearer to him as he watches you inspect Kagura’s injury, the fabric of her pants ripped and soaked with the blood from her grazed knee, carefully dabbing the wound with a tissue to clean away any dirt.

She’ll get a bandaid at home, a pretty pink set with little dogs on them he got from the store a while ago, in case his kids got hurt because that’s what they are now — they are his kids and this is his family, not the one he was born with, but the one he chose.

“C’mon, let’s go home,” you encourage Kagura, grabbing her smaller hand to help her onto her feet. “I’ll buy you sukonbu on our way, okay?”

He groans loudly. These brats will cost him an arm and a leg and his pockets were already empty before they even came along.

“Right, Gintoki?” You give him a pointed look as if you could read his thoughts and he nods defeatedly, already searching for some coins in his worn wallet. Whatever makes you happy.

[akiragatr]

A letter from my dear friend Jonathan Harker should arrive tomorrow! I hope he has a lovely and relaxing business trip to Transylvania and that he gets to do some sight-seeing! 🍽 ✝ 🐺🏰🦎

[queenalexandraofdenmark]

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[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

WHEN ELDER GODS RIPPED THROUGH THE EARTH IN THE PRIMORDIAL MARVEL UNIVERSE.

PIC INFO: Resolution at 900x1348 -- Spotlight on the birth of the Elder Gods: Mother Gaea, Chthon, Set, and the direct ancestors of every Marvel god/deity thereafter, from the pages of "Thor" Annual Vol. 1 #10. October, 1982. Marvel Comics.

"The Demiurge aligned the evolving planet with the Celestial Axis... and then, in a burst of procreation, showered the Earth with sparks of its own life... seeding the primeval mud... vitalizing the inchoate soil... engendering the first forms of ethereal life which sprang full-grown from the ground -- beings who would be called Elder Gods -- beings like Chthon... Gaea... Set... and innumerable others. The Elder Gods proliferated, spreading across the Earth until no corner of the globe was without their kind."

-- "THOR" ANNUAL Vol. 1 #10 (prologue), written by Mark Gruenwald✝ & Alan Zelenetz

Pencils by Bob Hall

Inks by Rick Bryant, Joe Rubinstein, Andy Mushynsky, Al Gordon, & Kevin Dzuban

Colors by George Roussos

Letters by Rick Parker

Source: https://viewcomiconline.com/thor-1966-annual-10.

[friendofgeorgeharrison]

George Harrison Letters (x)

Hi Kids All the best to you all George Harrison (a miserably failure at the Liverpool Institute.) ॐ ✝ 14/10/82

20th Jan 1984 Derek, Do me a favour Squire & return this Institute mag to that nice man John Newall. Come to think of it - he knew all about the Labour Gvmt and local issues etc and etc etc etc… See also p. 37 Old Boys Notes …" On a less serious note… Anyway all the Best and back to the Bamboo - George

[crescentlockwood-blog]

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Emojis:

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ      ▼・ᴥ・▼      /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\       Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ      (✿◕‿◕)     (ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ✿)       (˶◕‿◕˶✿) (♥_♥)   ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚   （┬┬＿┬┬）   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯     ʅ(°⊱,°)ʃ      ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)     ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)    ヽ༼◔ل͜◔༽ﾉ    ヽ༼⊙ل͜⊙༽ﾉ    ಠ_ಠ    (•ˋ _ ˊ•)   (´･_･`)    ( ་ ⍸ ་ )  (･_├┬┴┬ (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣    ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   |   ｡.｡:+♡*♥   |   ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆   |   ✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*   |   ✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼ ˑ. · ᛬ ᛫.ˑ· ✦ ·ˑ.᛫ ᛬ · .ˑ   |   ˑ.✶ · ᛬ ✦ˑ᛫.ˑ· ★ ·ˑ.᛫ˑ✦ ᛬ · ✶.ˑ   |   . ᛬ · ❀ ᛫ˑܤˑ· ✿ ·ˑܤˑ᛫ ❀ · ᛬ .

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July 6, 2023

*God Finishes What He Starts*

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When you read about Jesus, you'll quickly learn that He's the alpha and the omega.

Many times in the book of Revelations, Jesus referred to himself as the Alpha and the Omega.

_"Then He said to me, “It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give to the one who thirsts from the spring of the water of life without cost. He who overcomes will inherit these things, and I will be his God and he will be My son" (Revelation 21:6-7)._

Alpha is the first letter of the Greek alphabet, while omega is the last.

This is simply to say Jesus isn't just the beginning and the end; He is the start and the end.

In fact, the Bible calls Him the one who knows the end from the beginning.

_"I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come. I say, ‘My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please" (Isaiah 46:10)._

This is to say that He never starts what He doesn't finish.

Once He starts it, He will also end it.

What has God started in you or with you?

Don't let the wind and waves sway your confidence.

He always finishes what He begins!

Further studies: Philippians 1:6; Genesis 2:2; John 4:34; 19:30.

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✍️, ✝️, 📱for England !! :)

thank you!! ✨

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

he has dad handwriting. messy, kind of chicken-scratchy, small letters, but still generally readable. he never really got the hang of calligraphy the way a lot of the other european nations did, but it actually worked out a bit in his favor because it’s pretty average in the modern day.

✝ : Is your muse religious?

he’s agnostic, so not really. he went a lot of his early life thinking of god’s (or gods’) existence as a given, but when the enlightenment era came along he found himself becoming more skeptical. he holds the belief of “i guess i’ll find out when i die” and isn’t going to think about it further than that. he’s got a bit of disdain for organized religion, being a queer immortal nation person who was born pagan, he always feels a little unsafe and out of place in church. but he knows that religion holds a huge place in a lot of his fellow nations’ identities, especially francis’s, so he holds his tongue and has a lot of respect for the cultural aspects of it.

📱: Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

as a whole he doesn’t care, but he has a slight preference for calling. he just likes to hear the person’s voice, and he never feels like he’s getting the full story when he texts them. sometimes texting is the better option because of his hearing loss—like if he’s in public, he has to have his left hand free to hold the phone close to his good ear, so he just texts.

[lauganne]

IDENTITY

name: shirogane hotaru

nicknames: shiroganecchi, shiro-chin, shicchan, future picasso

birthday: november 19, scorpio

occupation: high school student

APPEARANCE

body shape: 5'4", 127 lbs

hair color: gray

hair length: shoulders

eye color: brown

fashion style: retro

health: misophonia

PERSONALITY

mbti type: infp

traits: innocent, passionate, anxious, insecure, withdrawn, introverted, loyal, devoted, thoroughgoing

disorders: obsessions, compulsions

interests: physics, philosophy, history

hobby: painting

hogwarts house: hufflepuff

EDUCATION

middle school: teiko junior high school

club: basketball club manager

high school: seirin high school club

club: photography club member

university: waseda university

degree: letters student

RELATIONSHIPS

family: shirogane kozo, shirogane akane ✝︎, shirogane kazuo

friends: kuroko tetsuya, murasakibara atsushi, kise ryota, midorima shintaro, kiyoshi teppei, fuhiko akari, garcia lexie, momoi satsuki

future partner: akashi seijuro

TRIVIA

future jobs: author, painter

favorite food: rice salad with salmon

favorite course: history

type of boy: men with strong personality

LINKS

gallery.

[crownsofsorrow]

. ✧ . * . ⌜ adelaide kane, twenty-five, cis woman, she/her   /   i am not a woman, i’m a god by halsey  +   a crown that was never meant to belong to you weighing heavy atop your head, onyx hair woven into intricate braids shining a new hope over a snow covered kingdom, rooms that were once filled with laughter are avoided now - it hurts less if you don’t have to think about the pain  ⌟ high greetings to YELENA STARK, the QUEEN of THE NORTH, also known as THE LIGHT OF THE NORTH. though they can be a bit RETICENT & ACERBIC, those closest to them will tell you they’re PRAGMATIC & DUTIFUL. perhaps that’s why they’ve placed their loyalties with THE NORTH and are AGAINST the coronation of a high king. may the gods have mercy on their soul. [ admin thea. ]

TRIGGER WARNINGS: death of a parent, death of a sibling, pregnancy.

BASICS.

full name : yelena dyanna stark

nicknames : lena, eleni

epithets : the light of the north

titles : queen of the north

gender / pronouns : cis woman

sexuality : bisexual

date of birth : the first day of the first moon, 359 AC

age : 30

zodiac : capricorn

place of birth : winterfell, the north, westeros

accent : northern

languages : the common tongue

allegiance : the north

religion : the old gods

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : adelaide kane

height : 5'4"

eye color : brown

hair color : black

dominant hand : right

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : pragmatic, dutiful, compassionate

negative traits : reticent, acerbic, recalcitrant

hobbies : spending time with her children, reading, needle point and embroidery

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents : gideon stark ✝ & alys lannister ✝

siblings : brannon stark ( older brother ) ✝, lyarra stark ( younger sister ), -- stark (younger brother ), alyssa stark ( younger sister )

spouse : -- bolton

children : brannon & lyra stark ( 3 year old twins )

pets : starlight ( all white direwolf )

ADDITIONAL INFO.

yelena stark came into this world screaming on the first night of the first moon of the year 359 AC. the little princess of winter had her father and older brother wrapped around her little fingers as soon as they laid eyes on her. the stark's lived happily for a few years, even welcoming three more children, before the thing that came in the night made it's first attacks on villages bordering the wall. yelena was 12 when her mother was killed. she had thought that losing her mother would be the hardest thing she ever lived through until a year later when her father died. her older brother brannon was crowned king of the north at just sixteen years old and soon was off fighting in the war just as their father had been. the north was being ravished by attacks at that time and brannon had the foresight to send his siblings to the safety of other kingdoms. the three youngest siblings were sent to casterly rock to stay with their cousins, the lannisters, while yelena was sent further south to highgarden, home of brannon's hand and closest friend, forrest tyrell. yelena's time in the reach was the first time in years that she didn't need to focus on survival. she couldn't help but worry about the safety of her siblings, despite the distance she tried her best to write as often as she could. yelena wouldn't return home to the north until after the wedding of brannon and elaena velaryon. brannon had hoped his sister could help his bride acclimate to her new home and the ways of their kingdom. yelena found herself betrothed shortly after her return to the younger brother of the new lord bolton. she resisted the match at first, not wanting to be tied down. yelena wanted to be with her brother and forrest, fighting for their kingdom and making a difference. despite her own resistance she fell hard. in the spring of 385 A.D. yelena was wed. she would find herself expecting shortly after the wedding. motherhood was never something yelena thought much about. she had grown up in a time of war, she could hardly remember what peace felt like outside of her time spend in the reach. each letter from brannon seemed more hopeful than the last. brannon painted a pretty picture to the princess of the end of the war, peace to come again in their lifetime. in her child's lifetime. yelena's hope was shattered just months later when she received the news that brannon had been killed alongside forrest tyrell in dorne. the king of the north being slain so far from his home seemed like some cruel joke being played on her by the gods. yelena would also come to find out that brannon had named her his heir. she would be crowned queen of the north just days before giving birth to twins, brannon and lyra.

CONNECTIONS.

coming soon.

[drkvlghtt]

✧.* { CLAIRE HOLT & SHE/HER & CISFEMALE & 18/1000+ } Is that REBEKAH MIKAELSON? I’ve seen them hanging around town here and there, I’ve heard they can be pretty VINDICTIVE. How typical for a ORIGINAL VAMPIRE. I guess they must rely on their AFFECTIONATE side shining through.

Name: Rebekah Mikaelson Gender/Pronouns: Cis female & she/her Sexuality: Pansexual Age: 18/1000+ Birthdate: 10th century A.D Occupation: TBA

Height: 5'8 Build: Slim Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue

Parents: Mikael & Esther Mikaelson ✝ Siblings: Freya Mikaelson, Finn Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Henrik Mikaelson Significant Others: N/A Others: Hope Mikaelson (niece), Nik Mikaelson (nephew), Marcel Gerard (adopted nephew)

Rebekah is canon until the end, except I'll be making a few minor adjustments of my own!

Rebekah took the death of her brothers pretty hard, and when she reached out for comfort, she was met with Marcel's coldness about them. That on top of the fact that they wanted different things in life, Rebekah left their shared penthouse one night. Leaving Marcel the ring, and no letter or trace of where she had gone.

She never stayed in one place for too long, going to all of her favorite places as she lived her life.

Rebekah never lost contact with Hope, and would often facetime her whenever she had the chance.

In a Rebekah Mikaelson fashion, she left a trail of broken hearts in her wake.

She met another vampire while she was in Greece, and they spent the rest of her time in Greece together. Rebekah enjoyed him, but she didn't want to get attached so when her vacation was over, Rebekah went to her next destination.

She didn't know whether she should be surprised, or hesitant that she saw him again in Australia. She made a few sly comments about him following her, kept him at an arm lengths away for a bit until the two of them let the night get away from each other.

This happened for a few more destinations, he kept suggesting that they should just vacation together at this point, make things a little more official between them because they kept coming together. But Rebekah still wasn't ready for anything like that. She laughed it off and continued on with her travelling.

Word came around when the dead started returning and instantly, Elijah, Klaus and Hayley were on her mind. She first went to New Orleans, wondering if they would be where they died. The city was plagued with Marcel's vampires which gave Rebekah the indication that he too, knew that the dead were back. She didn't see Marcel, or her brothers anywhere.

Her next stop was Mystic Falls - she had an inkling that at least Hayley and Klaus would make their way to the small town to see their daughter, and was pleasantly surprised to see that she was right.

Rebekah's moved back to Mystic Falls, but she often comes and goes, not tethered to the town as the mortals are with the aging spell.

[petitprincekiryu]

Which saccharine pet name are you?

darling. 

elegant, old-fashioned, the one they write love letters to. possibly a vampire, and not only romantic but Romantic and baroque.

Tagged by: stolen beseeched from @strawberry-barista​ (<3) 

Tagging: anyone who hasn’t... done this yet ovo ??? 

[tonixe]

"𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬" 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟏

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 368

It was really year, Eddie.

86' like you said, the year you finally would have graduated, but I would have never thought of it of your death. Instead, I remember it as if it was a memory haunting me.

My eyes were puffy...red, from crying. At the moment, I was praying for at least anyone, any person, any god, to save you from the grasp of death.

I was hugging you, pressing you to my chest, hoping at least the warmth of my body could cause, so what cure you. I yelled for help, but nobody could hear me in this hell.

Dustin was there. I could also see tears falling from his face, from seeing his own idol dying just for saving a town, A town that hated you, A TOWN THAT WANTED YOU DEAD.

I didn't understand then, but maybe this is the redemption you seek now. Hopefully, you are looking or walking towards the pearly gates.

You deserved it being a hero, but you should have just run; maybe you'd still be alive by now. Even steve told you not to be a hero, but you did, and your sacrifices would not be vain.

Vecna isn't dead as I hope. I wanted that bastard dead. He should be destroyed, just to know that he escapes like pussy he is. So many people are moving away from Hawkins, especially about the allegations and the rumors about the town.

I'm spending my spring break helping around the town, especially after the massive earthquake. I hope you know Eddie that I miss. I miss you a lot, and I know you wouldn't want to see me crying, but the pain is too much to bear without you being here.

..and I will love you even the rest of my life, even if you are not physically there, I know you are watching me with your white, fluffy, cute wings too, but I just miss your hugs, smile, and your metal personality.

Hopefully, you won't get lonely over there, and I really miss you, just please don't forget me.

From your darling,

Y/N

✝ After reading the letter, you took a red rose and placed it on his grave.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"YES, I'M ANXIOUS TO SEE HOW HE'LL FARE AGAINST ARNO STARK..."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on panels (and a splash page) of the first appearance of distant Tony Stark relative, Arno Stark, a.k.a., the Iron Man of 2020, from the pages of "Machine Man" Vol. 2 #2. November, 1984. Marvel Comics.

Story/script: Tom DeFalco

Artwork: Herb Trimpe✝

Inks/colors: Barry Windsor-Smith

Letters: Diana Albers

Source: https://readallcomics.com/machine-man-v2-2.

[monsterinthemountain]

✍☃❤✝ for scratch!!

Oooo thank you <3 :)

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

Scratch has barely legible handwriting -- she is so used to typing on her phone and computer that she rarely handwrites anything. The exception is equations, which she can write fast and legible no problem, but ask her to write a paragraph and all the letters will slant together out of impatience.

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

Her favorite season is spring/summer, when the rains stop and she can be out climbing on the buildings looking for cool rocks and "art supplies" again without getting drenched or slipping. She and her father had a tradition that on the first sunny day of the spring/summer, they would climb up over the city just the two of them and watch the sunset.

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

She's had some crushes, but she's never been in love. She wants it though -- seeing her parents' relationship growing up, it always made her want something similar. She's never had any really close friendships before she met the party, so her whole understanding of how people meet and form attachments and find their People is uh, kind of skewed. She thinks it will happen though.

✝ : Is your muse religious?

Her family casually follows Erathus, who has a temple in her community, but she's never really resonated with religion in general. She's always had her head in the science of things and mind on the people who are with her (or not with her, as the case may be). She does have gratitude and respect for that connection though, mostly because without it, Dai might not be with them. It's complicated though, because she's also become wary of beings with a lot of power to affect the world and influence people, so it's a tentative respect. Respect but verify.