#Dear Fortyseven

[diana-fortyseven]

Teen & Up, Fluff, Found Family, Mutual Pining, Epistolary

After receiving a surprise postcard from Agent 47, Diana Burnwood and Victoria each write a letter to him, not knowing that the other is writing one too.

Bonus postcard under the cut!

[pfirsichspritzer]

my dear, magnificent artist pal, what is one tv show and/or movie, and one fic you think more people should try?

Hello, thank you for the question 😊💕🤗

I have to admit, my taste is pretty mainstream, if I recommend something chances are high everyone has already checked it out.

Anyway, since I am gushing on and on about Lockwood & Co., that obviously has to be my first answer for series. Other than that, I’d say the anime Psycho Pass. It’s set in a futuristic Japan governed by the so-called Sibyl system, which is continuously monitoring every citizen’s mental state and criminal potential, all in the name of persecuting potential criminals and ensuring a peaceful society. The genre is probably best described as action/psychological thriller, and it deals with questions such as whether it is morally correct to judge someone for actions not yet taken and whether such a system would create a utopian or dystopian future.

For films, I’d say the anime film your name. It’s a romance movie with fantasy elements and the story revolves around a boy and girl from different backgrounds switching bodies once in a while, but evolves into so much more. It’s hilarious and sad and tragic and beautiful and I cried at every rewatch thus far.

Two critically underrated Rebelcaptain fics imo are amor fati by @theputterer (I ugly cry every time, every single time, reading it) and the fact that you’re alive is a miracle by FortySevens.

[peridotglimmer]

My 28th birthday, quite honestly, sucked. My mother-in-law cancelled on us which meant our plans were cancelled and I had to go out and get groceries, and she has my wife's gift for me so she couldn't give it to me, our son has a fever, my father sent a card addressed to the wrong surname, my grandmother spent a phone call interrogating me, and my mother got my age wrong when she called me from Corsica.

But then the lovely Hitman fandom (@postalninja @myth-blossom @cajunandfire @diana-fortyseven @cicaklah) and my dear @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels and @princess-of-prose came and made me feel seen. Thank you. So much. All of you. I'm crying good tears. 💕

[myth-blossom]

I’ve been reflecting on how incredibly blessed I am for writing and the community it’s brought me into this year. Writing has been an amazing creative outlet for me that I thought had long since burned out, but thank goodness I was wrong about that! I’ve been so excited to develop my ideas, even when they overwhelm my brain at times. It’s been such a joy to write what I want to write, and an additional joy to know there are others out there who enjoy my work, too.

I’m especially grateful for the Hitman fandom on Tumblr—it has been such a pleasure getting to know you and posting about one of our favorite topics. I am constantly blown away by the fanart and fanfics that this talented community creates! It’s a privilege to experience such amazing work by amazing people. I wanted to do some shoutouts below:

@cajunandfire: I am extremely grateful to you for welcoming me into the fandom as you did. You gave me the confidence to socialize with the community and became a dear friend in the process. I can never emphasize enough how thankful I am of your constant support. Your heart is incredibly wonderful, as is the fanfiction you create, and I am very honored to know you.

@diana-fortyseven: Your work inspired me to take a shot at writing for Hitman and sharing my ideas with others—you can imagine how (happily) shocked I was to see you like and comment on my first fic. Your support of this community through your creations, exchanges, fanfiction feed bot, and prompt generator bot help keep the Hitman fandom going—thank you for all that you do.

@dianaburnwood: Before I joined Tumblr, I found a blog post of yours about ICA ranks that inspired me to write Flight of the Sparrow. I was later told that if I ever had Hitman questions, I should speak with the expert—thank you for being kind enough to entertain my questions. I sincerely can’t wait for your blog posts on Freelancer.

@cicaklah: Your Hitman and Oxventure fics are absolute treasures, they inspired me to write whatever I wanted. I found that I wanted to write something as captivating as your works are to me—for a while that was intimidating, but then I pushed past that mental block. You embody the wisdom I adore and hope to always remember in times ahead: “No one is stopping me but me.” Thank you for your passionate example to always try.

@lucas-grey: I appreciate your kindness to answer my Grey questions through the year. He’s a character I’ve grown more attached to since I started writing and it’s been nice to consult the expert to make sure I write him properly. Also, you floor me with the screenshots you post every time—thank you for sharing your lovely work.

@issytheamateurnerd: It means a lot that you’ve trusted me with writing your OC Madeleine Burnwood on occasion. It’s been great to explore her interactions with our beloved characters—I think she is a wonderful addition to the Hitman universe and I look forward to more of your work with her in the future.

To @air-tuna-art @greengoldfish @postalninja and @cajunandfire: thank you for taking a chance to collab with me on The Parisian. As a newbie to the fandom, it was truly an honor to create a story with such a group of wonderful writers. I loved the result and would be happy to work with you again.

@magentasteam, I adore your joke posts and comments on Tumblr (and AO3). I find myself lovingly referring to 47 as my “potato boi” because of you and it makes me smile every time.

@47s-left-tit, it has been such fun discussing music with you this year and reading your 47 x Reader posts. I can’t wait to check out your Spotify playlist for more good tunes.

I’m so grateful for you all, as I am for those who like, comment on, and/or share my stories. I have no idea what 2023 will bring, but I know where I’ve been and I see where I am now.

I’d say things are already off to a good start.

[udaberriwrites]

Find the Word

I was tagged by @mikaharuka for this game. The rules are simple - find the word (or something close enough) in a fic (WIP, published, whatever works) and share the excerpt it is in! (I'm going with published works this time :D)

My words to find were: drink, black, sun, laugh, silence

Tagging... well Mika already tagged a bunch of people! But I'll tag @alpaca-clouds , @0nelittlebirdtoldme , @diana-fortyseven , @bleepbloopbotz and anyone who wants to try this game of course!

The next round of words are: sky, love, rising, song, warmth

The excerpts:

From Please Read the FAQ:

Why is my coffee/tea/slug juice cold/hot after transport?

We do not recommend transporting with foods or drinks. The laws of thermodynamics are being broken enough as it is. 

From Measure Twice, Cut Once:

“I see,” Garak picked up the next garment, this time one of the drab grey and black jackets of the Starfleet uniform. It had a hole roughly the size of a fist on the upper chest, just about level with the place the heart would be. “Oh dear, I’m not sure I can do anything for this one.”

“Try,” Jadzia bit out, eyes flashing dangerously.

From Girl in the Woods:

She was born to run, to fight. She was born with a passion that burns hotter than the sun and Yizhi feels like he's the moon, caught in her glow and wishing he dared to shine as brightly as she does.

From The Art of Music Composition:

Orpheus presses his lips together because he doesn't know if he wants to laugh hysterically or to cry, and it wouldn't be kind to let Zagreus hear either. It used to be simple to weave words from nothing —Medea certainly didn't give him much to go on when she asked for his help to subdue the beast guarding the Golden Fleece— and it hurts his pride to see how simple rhymes escape him now.

From All That Matters:

More often than not these days, when they are in the village they stay in one hut or the other. Sometimes it is because it's hard to adapt again to the silence after days sleeping in noisy inns. Sometimes because whatever disaster has assaulted the village last still has them on edge, or because there have been arguments that have blown over but that haven't been fully forgotten yet. Sometimes just because.

[greengoldfish]

Hi! If someone who loves Hitman but is new to fanfiction would ask which 3 of your own stories are the best, which ones would you recommend?

Oh! I think I've seen this ask on @cicaklah blog and let me tell you how honored I am that you ask me the same question.

Okay, first of all, welcome to the fandom! We Hitman fandom here on Tumblr are pretty small, but there are many quality artists that I'm sure you will discover soon enough, and I wish I could see your reaction when you find their works.

On my fanfics, I just started to write fanfiction last year, since I've joined this tiny wholesome fandom, so I only have 2 to offer at the moment.

Hanakotoba is a series of one shots depicting the interactions between Diana and 47 post Patient Zero, on the ground of what if they got quarantined together. It's currently hitting a major writer block so it's not completed, but I promise each chapter can stand alone on its own.

And this, you can find on the front of my page, a 3+1 thing originally inspired by the lovely @apricotbones then grows some toothy angst in the process, where it details the subtle influence of Diana through the way 47 does his job and his interaction with the unwitting NPCs of Hitman.

I'm also currently outlining a Resident Evil AU where Diana pursuits her revenge for her family into the nightmare that is Racoon City on the night of the apocalypse, only to meet their executor, clone 47, who will, unintentionally, save her life.

If you want to explore more, I will definitely recommend you follow @diana-fortyseven, who is the pillar of our community here on Tumblr. Her works and bookmarks are, without question, worth going through, as she has the exceptional talent to cover the multiple aspects of our ship from fluff to angst, and, of course, smut :]]]] Personally, I love Home, because I have a sweet tooth, and this one is a perfect cup of sweet warm honey tea in the middle of a stormy night.

I also want to nominate I’ve been the thorn, I’ve been the hunt by @cicaklah only because the melodrama tickles me the whole time, but it's very in character with our beloved drama king and queen.

Hope you have fun, dear reader, and let me say it one more time, welcome to our tiny lovely awesome fandom!

[humansofstarshollow]

the scene in the first or second episode where lorelai and rory are painting each other’s toes on the front porch.... i wish we had more scenes on the front porch like that instead of them just coming and going on the stairs and maybe getting kissed by the chosen guy at the time. more chill hang outs on their cozy porch!

the porch is such a nice part of the house, you’re right, anon!

i do think it could have been the perfect set for chilling, yes, but also serious discussions and conversations or just Lorelai, watching the snow in the early morning. now i want all of that!

we had Richard taking the magazine’s personality test there, though.

———

“Mom? What are you doing out here at —five fortyseven in the morning?”

“Sit down, kid.”

“Mom, it’s freezing!”

“I’ll share my blanket. Sit down; the snow is just perfect.”

...

“Okay, i sat down. Now what?”

“Now you breath in deep and let it clear your mind.”

...

“This is nice.”

———

“Sweethearts, hello!”

“Good morning, Babette! Where’s Morey?”

“Eh, he’s been trying to get in touch with his muse and, apparently, she decided to show up before the sun came up and he’s locked himself up in the studio ever since so I thought i would see what my girls were up to.”

“Come join us.”

“Thanks, Sugar. Aw, these chairs are comfy.”

“Coffee?” Rory asks, holding the half full pot they brought outside because Rory, dear, light of my life. One single cup won’t do. Take the pot.

“Please.”

...

“I still remember the day you moved into this house.”

“Oh yeah?”

“It was chaos, that’s what it was.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m never moving out because there’s no way i can handle all of that, again.”

“But i do so clearly remember this little girl, sitting on the step right there, head down and lost in some book.”

“I could’ve abandoned her and ran away and she would have never noticed.”

———

“Roryyy!”

“Lane?”

“Rory!”

“Lane, what’s up?”

“Come out here!”

“Alright, alright. I’m coming.”

...

“What’s going on?”

“This conversation requires porch time.”

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed.”

“That serious, uh?”

“Dave told me.”

“What?”

“Dave. Rygalski.”

“Dave told you what, exactly?”

“That.”

“Not following. And will you please stop pacing! Come sit on the bench.”

“Dave said he loves me.”

Long freak-out discussion ensues.

———

“Luke, honey, we’re over here!”

“Hey! Hi Rory. Paris.”

“Luke, hello.”

“What are you girls doing on the porch? Isn’t it a bit too chilly?”

“Well, i was enjoying the sunset but then these two came back and started being all lovey-dovey on the comfy bench and i started debating going for a jog.”

“Mom!”

“Lorelai!”

“Jog?” Luke repeats, doubtfully.

“But now my man is back so —goodbye girls! It’s parents porch time, now.”

———

“I am certainly not going to marry you on this porch, Rory.”

“But Paris!”

“Rory, i love you but no.”

“We first kissed on this very porch! You told me you loved me, right there on those steps. I asked you to move in together on the bench and you proposed near the peonies.”

...

“The porch it is.”

[dark-academian-witch]

(This is the first time I actually found the courage to write something, I hope it isn't too terrible lol)

At first, he looked a little scared, then as the seconds went on, he looked angrier.

He got up, bracing himself against the wall. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?!"

I was ready to explain everything and tell him that he would never hear from me again, but I wasn't ready for this. "I- wait, what? You're not scared of me?"

He groaned. "No, you idiot! I've known you since we were ten! Or at least... Since I was ten."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Wow, it's relieving to hear that. I... I was afraid I ruined everything."

"Bro. If my emo phase didn't scare you away, then we're stuck with each other for life. Anyway. You owe me an explanation."

I sighed. "First, let me get you to the hospital."

"And then what? "Oh, doc, ya know, some dudes attacked me and my best friend because they thought we were a couple, which is a huge compliment for me because he's handsome and smart. By the way, don't worry about them because he turned into this... Monster-like thing, I don't know, I can't understand biology, just the basics, so anyway, he turned into something and ate them. So yeah, surely we're safe now."? Are you listening to yourself? Get me home and stitch me back together."

I laughed. "Alright... Basically all you can understand without getting too deep into my biology is that I can shapeshift. And that I am... Wait a second, I need to count... Twentysix thousands, three hundred fortyseven years old."

"Geez, dude. You're old as hell. Wait. That means you're immortal?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. Probably. I mean, I can be killed, so I guess I am and am not immortal."

Thinking of that, my hearts clenched. I couldn't stand even just thinking about him getting old and dying, how was I supposed to go through it?

"Hey. Earth to Jason. You there, buddy?"

"Mh? Yeah, yeah. I was just thinking, nothing much."

The drive home was strangely quiet. When we arrived, I immediately brought Isaac to the bathroom and silently started tending to his wounds. "Jas?"

"Yeah?"

"How would you rate this from "oh damn please give me an excuse to run away" to "marry me right here and now", as a first date? Personally, I am more on the "marry me right here and now" side of the scale."

I almost chocked on air. "When was I supposed to know we were out on a date?!"

Isaac shrugged. "I thought you knew."

"Isaac. In order for people to know that they're on a date with you, you have to ask them out! Even I know that!"

"Well, anyway how do you rate it?"

"I give it a "shut the hell up or I will stab you with this bandaid.""

"Alright, alright."

When I was done, Isaac spoke again. "By the way, that thing you pulled in the alley? Cool. I am not ashamed to admit I found it kinda sexy too."

I quickly changed my skin tone back to its normal paleness, but it wasn't enough for me to stop looking like a tomato. "You what?!"

Instead of replying, he kissed me. The bastard, I thought. And then, I kissed him back. After all, I had to make the best out of the time I had with him, didn't I?

I finished telling my grandchildren the story of how I got with my husband. "Was grandpa Isaac really like this when he was younger?"

He put an arm over my shoulder and kissed me, just a quick peck on the lips. "I was even worse, but you're too young to hear about it. Now, go, your parents are waiting for you! See you next Sunday!"

We followed them out to greet Nat, our child. "What are they presenting as, this time?"

"I don't know. And I don't care, to be honest."

"Dad! Pa! Were they annoying?"

"Nat, you know better than that." Isaac pouted.

Nat shook their head, sending their curly hair, which they got from Isaac, in every possible direction.

"Now, dear, you know they probably found him annoying."

"I know, dad, I know." They laughed.

"Drive safely!" I yelled when the three of them pulled out of our driveway.

Isaac and I stood outside until we couldn't see them anymore, holding each other the way we did ever since that fateful evening. And still, after fourty years, I didn't know who or what I had to thank for blessing me with getting to enjoy his presence all day, every single day until we died.

You knew what you had to do the moment you heard them scream. It gutted you, knowing that your efforts to hide what you were would all be in vain, and that after this your crush would probably never want to see you again. In the end however, their continued survival and happiness outweighed your own desires.

“Close your eyes and cover your ears, and no matter what you think you hear, Don’t Look Until I Tell You.” 

Though you knew they would usually defy or question your demand, something about your tone seemed to convince them, and they hastily did as you asked. Filled with a grim mix of relief and dread, you pushed them behind you, and turned to face your attackers. Whilst you had intended to give them one last chance to flee, their next barrage of vulgar thoughts changed that completely.

Expression twisting with a cold rage and disgust, you sneered, baring your teeth.

.

“Filth like you d̸oe͠sn̨’͘t̢ d̬̟͎͈͂̏ͥ͗ͬͅe̺̞̦̟s̳̼̈́͌e̘͕͎̹̘̪ͥ͊͜ṙ̷͎͇̣̘͎̮̭ͮ͂̐v̯͛ͦ́̍͠e̝̩̼̮̼̊ͫ̾́ ̅͗ͮ̓ͯ̎ṯ̥̰̣͔̃ͬͨo̜̮̬͍̗͓̔ E̢̛̞̬̫̳͕͔͔̗͓͈͚͉̟͚͎͓ͭ̊̓̉̈͑̂̑͋ͧ̏̌ͨ͒̽ͥ̓ͬ͒́ͅX̸̪͎̖̼̰͕͖̺̥͓͎̦̼̿͆̇͂͐͂̃͋͞ͅI̷̼̭̭̹̬͚̯̠̞̱̙̪̳͕̜͈͖̜͊̑ͮ͗͐͗̒ͭ͂ͣ̒̚̕ͅS̶̖̬͖͓̻͍̙̪̬̗̈ͣͦ̇̃̇̍̔̈́̈́̅͂̌ͬ̄̓͛́̕͟T̴̵͇̝̱̱͖̫̻̯̩̖͉͌̍ͪ̒̉̄̎̀ͭͫ͐͡͡ .”

.

You watched gleefully as their expressions rapidly twisted from smug leers, to fear and then outright Terror as you shed your mortal disguise. Your voice was terrifying in and of itself, capable of breaking a beings mind if you so wished, though you felt that such a death was far too swift for this lot. No… a more hands on approach was far more justified here.

Relieved to finally be free of your disguises confines for a while, you stretched your inky black limbs so many limbs, far too many limbs, and let out a rumbling groan of pleasure. Frozen in fear, your attackers didn’t even think to run until it was far far too late.

Snatched up by tentacles and clawed hands almost as large as they were, the attackers barely managed muffled screams before they were viciously ripped apart. Your jaw unhinged to bare your sharp black teeth and the blinding white of the inside of your mouth as you devoured them, steam billowing past your lips thanks to the icy temperature of the night. In mere moments there was nothing of them left, the rain quickly washing away the blood as you took a moment to settle your rage down to something far safer.

It was only once you had calmed, that you remembered your crush still huddled behind you. Dread quickly formed within you once more as you slowly turned to look at them, hearts sinking as you found your fears confirmed. 

They hadn’t listened, and now they Knew.

[magentasteam]

I’m sorry my dear friend, @diana-fortyseven, I mistook baby Snal for a Fudge round because the photo was blurry at first for me.

Happy Snalentine's Day!