#Postman!Sans

[sui-imi]

oops, they appeared at the bad sanses at the same time...

post!sans belongs to @ridgewell04

undereats!sans / roo belongs to me (@sui-imi)

[dionegm]

Adult Au- Palette roller

Age: 21

Name: Palette roller

Job: Multiversal Postman

He is someone reserved. about personal life.

likes ice cream vanilla.

It's very close to goth, doesn't get along very well with. pj.

Takes work very seriously and he really likes what he does.

He lives in his apartment alone, sometimes while he visit goth or deliver letters to your universe.

This ia my au

Mais sobre ele futuramente -

[gummiw0rmzz]

Post X Ccino :P

[stikask]

ASK

Stick is a multiverse postman, a lover of money, arrogant and cunning. Moush is his best friend and faithful companion. Here you can ask them questions.

I was just bored, and the character needs to be developed somehow, so I'm here.

[oh-gh0st]

i had to draw him

[pialichcool]

Fun fact number 1: Stik often opens the letters he delivers, so he knows a lot of other character`s secrets. After opening, he has to seal in a new envelope and exactly rewrite everything that could have been written on the sender's envelope, but it's worth it. Moush condemns the host-friend for this.

[wordsmusicandstories]

San Valentino

Da: LA ZITELLA (IN)FELICE Si tratta di una serie di capitoli/quadretti che ho scritto tanto tempo fa, e questo mi sembra adatto alla giornata di oggi- Capitolo 4: Donald A Londra era tornata più volte, per periodi di soggiorno più o meno lunghi, o per lavoro. Amava, ed ama quella metropoli, non solo per i forti lacci emotivi, ma per le profonde emozioni sempre nuove che sa donare. Così era…

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Emil Ferris’s long-awaited “My Favorite Thing Is Monsters Book Two”

NEXT WEEKEND (June 7–9), I'm in AMHERST, NEW YORK to keynote the 25th Annual Media Ecology Association Convention and accept the Neil Postman Award for Career Achievement in Public Intellectual Activity.

Seven years ago, I was absolutely floored by My Favorite Thing Is Monsters, a wildly original, stunningly gorgeous, haunting and brilliant debut graphic novel from Emil Ferris. Every single thing about this book was amazing:

https://memex.craphound.com/2017/06/20/my-favorite-thing-is-monsters-a-haunting-diary-of-a-young-girl-as-a-dazzling-graphic-novel/

The more I found out about the book, the more amazed I became. I met Ferris at that summer's San Diego Comic Con, where I learned that she had drawn it over a while recovering from paralysis of her right – dominant – hand after a West Nile Virus infection. Each meticulously drawn and cross-hatched page had taken days of work with a pen duct-taped to her hand, a project of seven years.

The wild backstory of the book's creation was matched with a wild production story: first, Ferris's initial publisher bailed on her because the book was too long; then her new publisher's first shipment of the book was seized by the South Korean state bank, from the Panama Canal, when the shipper went bankrupt and its creditors held all its cargo to ransom.

My Favorite Thing Is Monsters told the story of Karen Reyes, a 10 year old, monster-obsessed queer girl in 1968 Chicago who lives with her working-class single mother and her older brother, Deeze, in an apartment house full of mysterious, haunted adults. There's the landlord – a gangster and his girlfriend – the one-eyed ventriloquist, and the beautiful Holocaust survivor and her jazz-drummer husband.

Karen narrates and draws the story, depicting herself as a werewolf in a detective's trenchcoat and fedora, as she tries to unravel the secrets kept by the grownups around her. Karen's life is filled with mysteries, from the identity of her father (her brother, a talented illustrator, has removed him from all the family photos and redrawn him as the Invisible Man) to the purpose of a mysterious locked door in the building's cellar.

But the most pressing mystery of all is the death of her upstairs neighbor, the beautiful Annika Silverberg, a troubled Holocaust survivor whose alleged suicide just doesn't add up, and Karen – who loved and worshiped Annika – is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Karen is tormented by the adults in her life keeping too much from her – and by their failure to shield her from life's hardest truths. The flip side of Karen's frustration with adult secrecy is her exposure to adult activity she's too young to understand. From Annika's cassette-taped oral history of her girlhood in an Weimar brothel and her escape from a Nazi concentration camp, to the sex workers she sees turning tricks in cars and alleys in her neighborhood, to the horrors of the Vietnam war, Karen's struggle to understand is characterized by too much information, and too little.

Ferris's storytelling style is dazzling, and it's matched and exceeded by her illustration style, which is grounded in the classic horror comics of the 1950s and 1960s. Characters in Karen's life – including Karen herself – are sometimes depicted in the EC horror style, and that same sinister darkness crowds around the edges of her depictions of real-world Chicago.

These monster-comic throwbacks are absolute catnip for me. I, too, was a monster-obsessed kid, and spent endless hours watching, drawing, and dreaming about this kind of monster.

But Ferris isn't just a monster-obsessive; she's also a formally trained fine artist, and she infuses her love of great painters into Deeze, Karen's womanizing petty criminal of an older brother. Deeze and Karen's visits to the Art Institute of Chicago are commemorated with loving recreations of famous paintings, which are skillfully connected to pulp monster art with a combination of Deeze's commentary and Ferris's meticulous pen-strokes.

Seven years ago, Book One of My Favorite Thing Is Monsters absolutely floored me, and I early anticipated Book Two, which was meant to conclude the story, picking up from Book One's cliff-hanger ending. Originally, that second volume was scheduled for just a few months after Book One's publication (the original manuscript for Book One ran to 700 pages, and the book had been chopped down for publication, with the intention of concluding the story in another volume).

But the book was mysteriously delayed, and then delayed again. Months stretched into years. Stranger rumors swirled about the second volume's status, compounded by the bizarre misfortunes that had befallen book one. Last winter, Bleeding Cool's Rich Johnston published an article detailing a messy lawsuit between Ferris and her publishers, Fantagraphics:

https://bleedingcool.com/comics/fantagraphics-sued-emil-ferris-over-my-favorite-thing-is-monsters/

The filings in that case go some ways toward resolve the mystery of Book Two's delay, though the contradictory claims from Ferris and her publisher are harder to sort through than the mysteries at the heart of Monsters. The one sure thing is that writer and publisher eventually settled, paving the way for the publication of the very long-awaited Book Two:

https://www.fantagraphics.com/products/my-favorite-thing-is-monsters-book-two

Book Two picks up from Book One's cliffhanger and then rockets forward. Everything brilliant about One is even better in Two – the illustrations more lush, the fine art analysis more pointed and brilliant, the storytelling more assured and propulsive, the shocks and violence more outrageous, the characters more lovable, complex and grotesque.

Everything about Two is more. The background radiation of the Vietnam War in One takes center stage with Deeze's machinations to beat the draft, and Deeze and Karen being ensnared in the Chicago Police Riots of '68. The allegories, analysis and reproductions of classical art get more pointed, grotesque and lavish. Annika's Nazi concentration camp horrors are more explicit and more explicitly connected to Karen's life. The queerness of the story takes center stage, both through Karen's first love and the introduction of a queer nightclub. The characters are more vivid, as is the racial injustice and the corruption of the adult world.

I've been staring at the spine of My Favorite Thing Is Monsters Book One on my bookshelf for seven years. Partly, that's because the book is such a gorgeous thing, truly one of the great publishing packages of the century. But mostly, it's because I couldn't let go of Ferris's story, her characters, and her stupendous art.

After seven years, it would have been hard for Book Two to live up to all that anticipation, but goddammit if Ferris didn't manage to meet and exceed everything I could have hoped for in a conclusion.

There's a lot of people on my Christmas list who'll be getting both volumes of Monsters this year – and that number will only go up if Fantagraphics does some kind of slipcased two-volume set.

In the meantime, we've got more Ferris to look forward to. Last April, she announced that she had sold a prequel to Monsters and a new standalone two-volume noir murder series to Pantheon Books:

https://twitter.com/likaluca/status/1648364225855733769

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/01/the-druid/#oh-my-papa

[wannabepoeticischiya]

Weak

[ 01 ] — there's someone at the door

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"Is Gojō-sensei your ex or something?"

[Name] chucked at his accusation before letting out a loud rueful laugh.

"Boyfriend?! HAH! I'd rather be cursed a million times over than be with that conceited, narcissistic, eyeglasses freak!"

ao3: weak pairing: gojo satoru x f! reader genre: romance wc: 18.7k ++ status: ongoing

A knock echoed shattered the eerie silence blanketing a messy apartment. Mountains of dirty clothes and towers of empty ramen cups stood like landmarks, boxes accompanied by plastic bags from online shopping littered her floors like leaves on a wide lake.

"Yes... wait just a second." 

A woman hurriedly flattened out her bed hair and rushed to get the door, occasionally tripping, and stumbling as her feet made contact with stacks of untouched letters and paperwork.

The knocking continued, getting frantic and erratic by the second. "HOLD YOUR HORSES!!! I'M ALREADY ON MY WAY!"

She peeled away the stray toilet paper that stuck to the base of her foot and swung the door open, half expecting it to be the pizza delivery guy or the postman but instead, she was met by three young students from Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical School.

She slammed the door shut and grumbled to herself, leaning against the only thing separating her from a thousand memories. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as all the air she breathed felt stuck behind her throat, and before she knew it, she was back in that cold, lonely place. She wanted to walk away, perhaps flee to the nearest fire escape—to run as far as she could and ignore the vigorous banging on her entryway—but the faint scent of cursed energy wafted to her nose.

Are you kidding me? My landlord is totally gonna sue me!

The woman found herself caught between two equally unpleasant alternatives. On one hand, indulging a few brats didn’t look like it was too much of a hassle—she could kill them if it ever came down to it; burn the evidence, and be done with it—but these were sorcerer brats, there was no telling what the results would be, no matter which direction her interaction with them took place. Or she could escape to the nearest exit, pay for renovation with the money she doesn’t have, risk getting kicked out, and therefore have to sleep on the streets. 

That sounds absolutely terrible…

As much as the woman did not want to face confrontation, the idea of sleeping on the streets felt like too much. I can handle a few kids, no biggie. Bracing herself, she swung open the door once more and caught the fist that was aimed to break her doorway.

"What do you think you're doing, boy?" She snarled, tightening her grip on the poor boy's clenched hand.

"(L/n) (Y/n)-san?" His brown-haired companion questioned, holding a hammer and a nail, cautiously pointing it at the mysterious older woman.

The short girl painfully reminded her of someone she once knew. They both had the same short hair, equally hopeful sparkle in their eyes, and that annoying persistent demeanor. She hated it.

"Who else?" She surmised, eventually freeing the boy's throbbing hand and menacingly glaring at the rest of his sorcerer friends.

"Can we come in?"

(L/n)'s eyes landed on the boy with black hair, his appearance looking somewhat familiar to her, the older woman just couldn’t put her thoughts when exactly had she seen someone look like that.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and left the door wide open, her figure soon disappearing behind the landscape of her mess. The sooner she got these little trolls out of her hair, the sooner she could get back to her life.

The three students awkwardly walked through her apartment, trying their best not to judge the young adult or let out any mean or inappropriate comments.

Their eyes scanned their surroundings, in simple terms... everything was a mess. Everything. The television was carelessly placed on the table, lights were continuously flickering on and off, there was a leak on the far-left ceiling, water pooling on the red basin that was left there to do all the work, letters and papers were scattered everywhere, some were opened, some were crumpled and some were ripped to shreds. Her walls held all sorts of cursed spirits' heads, all assumed to be preserved or stuffed.

The lady emerged from her kitchen hallway, balancing three glasses of juice in one hand without breaking a sweat. The three broke their gazes off the odd choice of decoration and instead focused on the owner.

"What'd ya come here for, hmm?" She gestured to the—surprisingly clean—couch, the students awkwardly obliging to her offer.

"Gojō-sensei is sick."

(L/n) raised an eyebrow at the boy, she wasn't one for small talk but his straightforward approach had caught her off-guard, nonetheless. "And this is my concern, how?" She questioned.

"Well, we heard—"(L/n) raised her hand and Fix-it Felix immediately shut her mouth.

"Let me rephrase the question," she began, her eyes taking on a colder glint, and her voice modulating to a less friendly tone. "What makes you think that I have ties to this Gojō guy?"

"We heard him mumbling your name in his sleep." Kirby hurriedly replied, placing the now empty glass on the table before him.

"He kept calling for someone called (L/n) (Y/n)."

"He's sick." JoJo McDodd added.

(Y/n) wanted to deny their accusations, say that she wasn’t who they thought she was, that the person they were looking for was dead, or that she was a hundred million miles away. But Thor over here had confirmed her identity the moment she opened her door, and the obvious signs that she was indeed a sorcerer (her less-than-aesthetic choice of trophies) were arranged all over her tiny living hole. They caught her between a rock and a hard place, or in this case, a sorry excuse that they wouldn’t buy, or the truth.

(Y/n) scoffed at it all: the revelation, her foolishness, and above all the ability of Gojo Satoru to be less than a sorry excuse of a human being. Of course, he would—that stupid bloke. "Yeah, he’s sick,” she agreed not a moment later, “sick in the head." (Y/n) sneered.

The woman sighed, the sooner you get this over with, the sooner they can leave, her fingers irritatingly pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look," she began, "Gojō Satoru doesn't get 'sick'." Her fingers quoted the word sick, hoping to emphasize her point so that these demon spawns could get it.

"If he claims that he is, he's probably referring to it metaphorically." She lectured, wanting to add more but suppressing the urge to do so.

The first years could only tilt their heads and stare at her, eyes brimming with confusion.

(Y/n) sighed, "Maybe, he's implying that he's sick of everyone and everything being weaker than him," she suggested, adding a few more words under her breath, something that did not quite reach the ears of the three first years.

It's always been like that anyway.

"But he really is though! He's bedridden, (L/n)-san." (Y/n)’s patience wasn’t long enough to begin with, but with all these incessant pleas and unwelcome beseeching, it was burning far too quickly for her liking.

"Why don't you ask Ieri to check on him?"

"She did.” Marshall Lee confirmed, “But after a while, she told us to go and look for you."

Why Shoko? I thought we got along...

"Is Gojō-sensei your ex or something?" Pink Panther brought to light the idea he and his two companions theorized ever since they heard the older woman’s name escape their teacher’s lips (though unconsciously). Curiosity and wonder glinted in his eyes as Amy Rose the Second and Nergal Jr. glared and prayed for him to shut his rat hole and take a hint. At the very least, they wanted to leave this place in one piece. 

(Y/n) chucked at his accusation before letting out a loud, rueful laugh.

"Boyfriend?! HAH! I'd rather be cursed a million times over than be with that conceited, narcissistic, eyeglasses freak!" She cruelly denied, eyes burning and overflowing with hatred and something that can only be described as regret and sorrow.

Tch... you just have to ruin my life again, huh? No matter, that's all you'll ever be good at, anyway.

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[ozzgin]

The anon bringing up pigeons/your asks being called "send a pigeon" makes me just think that you just have a bunch of pigeons just, outside your house with a letter in their little beaks/claws just staring into your house through the window. Like, the first one of the day is cute cooing at you. But now that it's later you have hundreds, just waiting for you to take the letters. Staring at you into your soul with their beady bird eyes, the soft coos now loud since it's hundreds of coos vibrating in the air.

Or funnier option, a pigeon man/pigeon harpy who is your mailman carrying a comedic size giant mailbag full of letters for you.

As a matter of fact, I do have a bunch of fat pigeons who visit my terrace everyday (among many other birds and squirrels). Maybe I should start handing out my mail indeed. Get them a tiny postman hat and a bag.

Next thing you know, they start their own yandere blogs and take me out of business. 😔

“Amazing work! Thank you for answering my question, author-san!”

“Coo”

“I mean thank you”

[alicetallula]

MetalSandwich Movie Mania 2024 - November 2024 - Day 2 : Animated Movie Day - Thumbelina (1994) - 27.11.2024

Day 1 : Musical Movie Day / Day 3 : SciFi Movie Day / Day 4 : Fantasy Movie Day / Day 5 : Action Movie Day / Day 6 : Adventure Movie Day / Day 7 : Romance Movie Day / Day 8 : Historical Movie Day / Day 9 : Horror Movie Day / Day 10 : Creature Feature Movie Day / Day 11 : Free Genre Movie Day / Day 12 : Iconic Movie Day (Labyrinth, Rambo, Nosferatu) / Day 13 : Cult Classic Movie Day

Here's my contribution to the @now-showing-at-the-hawk-events's MetalSandwich Movie Mania November 2024 event 😊❤️

I chose 'Thumbelina' (1994)

Page 1 - With lyrics

I went with butterfly wings for the fairy wings for this one, more based on the image Thumbelina has of fairies from her fairy tale book at the beginning, before meeting Cornelius

So for said butterflies that inspired me for the boys, it was

*checks notes*

- For Steve : Vindula Erota butterfly

- For Eddie : Heliconius Melpomene or Postman butterfly

- For Billy : Ulysses butterfly

Done using watercolors, ink pens, alcohol markers, metallic ink pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the lyrics and background

AO3 post / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

Page 1 - Sans lyrics

Done using watercolors, ink pens, alcohol markers, metallic ink pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the background

AO3 post / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

Page 2

Done using watercolors, ink pens, alcohol markers, metallic ink pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the lyrics and background

AO3 post / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Event | A Postman Delivering Your Feelings | Episode 1

Misumi: Triangle, tri~angle~♪

Misumi: (It was so fun to also find new triangles at my part-time job today~.)

Misumi: Huh? It’s the mail carrier! Hello~.

Postal Worker: Hello.

Misumi: Do you have any letters that are addressed to the house with the triangle roof~?

Postal Worker: Yes, I do.

Misumi: Then you can give them to me! I also live there.

Postal Worker: Ah, is that so? Then, here you are.

Misumi: ‘Kaaay! Thank you as always~!

Misumi: Waaah, there’s lotsa letters today too~.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: So the meeting I just went to now…

*Door opens*

Misumi: I’m home~. Director-san, I’ve got a letter for you!

Izumi: Ah, Misumi-kun, welcome home. I see you got the mail too, thank you.

Izumi: Umm… This one is addressed to you, Tasuku-san.

Tasuku: To me?

Tasuku: …Ah, it’s from the sweepstakes company I applied to.

Masumi: Did you win or something?

Tasuku: Nah, I don’t remember applying for anything that’d be sent in an envelope like this, but… I’ll open it up and see what it is anyway.

*Tasuku opens the letter*

Tasuku: This is… a 500-yen gift certificate?

Tasuku: …That’s right, I do remember it mentioning something about 100 people winning gift certificates in a drawing from the people who didn’t win the main giveaway.

Misumi: Really? That’s great! Congrats, Tasuku!

Tasuku: Thanks. But I can probably only get a drink at a convenience store or something with 500 yen.

Izumi: This one’s addressed to Azuma-san, this one is accounting-related… And this one is addressed to you, Masumi-kun. Here you go.

Masumi: Thanks. I’m glad you’re the one who handed it to me.

Tasuku: Who’s it from?

Masumi: My grandma.

Misumi: Waaah, so it’s from her~!

Masumi: Ever since I wrote a letter to her after she went to the U.S. on Respect-for-the-Aged Day like you told me to, Misumi, we’ve been exchanging letters every once in a while.

Izumi: I see. I’m sure Hatsue-san is really happy to be getting letters from you, Masumi-kun. Make sure you write her a reply.

Masumi: Yeah, I’ll be sure to.

Misumi: That’s so nice, Masumi~!

Misumi: (I wrote a letter to Gramps back then too. …I really like exchanging letters like that.)

Izumi: Ah, Misumi-kun. There’s a letter for you too.

Misumi: For me? Who’s it from~?

Misumi: Ah, it’s from the neighborhood grandma who I sent a letter on Respect-for-the-Aged Day! Waaah, yay~!

Izumi: Hehe, I’m glad.

Misumi: But I wonder why she had the mail carrier bring it when she lives so close? Why did she write me a letter?

Tasuku: Well, you won’t know until you read it. Maybe it’ll even explain why she chose to mail it.

Misumi: Right! Umm…

Misumi: Waaah, she’s on a trip with her daughter and and son-in-law right now! It looks like she sent me it from her trip!

Masumi: That must be why she mailed it then.

Misumi: She said, “I was very happy to get your letter on Respect-for-the-Aged Day and wanted to write a reply someday, but the timing was never quite right…”

Misumi: “On my trip, I found a lovely postcard like yours, Misumi-kun, so I thought now was the perfect time and sent this letter along with the postcard.”

Tasuku: This postcard must’ve reminded her of you, Ikaruga.

Izumi: It really is a beautiful postcard of the sky. I’m glad this reminded her of you, Misumi-kun.

Misumi: Me too! I’m really happy she thought of me ‘cause of this postcard, but I’m also really happy just to get a letter from someone like her~!

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[silenttrxxs]

Choi Brothers

- choi san! - choi jongho! x reader

(This is a work of fiction, to please the delulu side of every atiny, now this will have little anecdotes towards the series of The Vampire Diaries as this is the what the idea was based from and this may become chaptered… enjoy)

You’d think it’d be unusual for a world to be merged, the living and the spiritual, mythical whatever the hell you want to call it becoming one being under the same sky. But in this town it’s more than normal. Vampires being the main characters of this show… other beastly monsters or we humans call them… also co-existing.

So pan around now to the house on the hill. Far away from any civil beings, this is the chois home. From the outside it looks like an abandoned building, the vines and branches of the forest covering the home like a blanket. Personally they would do anything to mordernise the home itself to have the house show the decor they both like but there’s a kind of beauty of the ruggedness of the house. Now imagine you’re a camera panning into it through a big bay window.

This is where you meet them. The Chois. Known for being the only vampires in the town and the oldest of their time.

Now turn around… this is you.. walking up to the house, slowly, carefully.

How you got here is a complete nonsense, the last thing you knew was your old Toyota was left somewhere in the forest. You sighed deeply, the last hour of walking to find any resemblance of civilisation taking its toll, you lifted your hand up wiping the sweat from your forehead before knocking on the door hoping the residents inside would allow you to at least use the toilet and a mobile phone with service.

Inside the brothers… stopping what they were doing immediately and running to the door shoving and kicking each other on the way.

Now before we get to the part where you meet them let me introduce you to these two.

Firstly we have the eldest brother… the supposed heartthrob that everyone soooooo adores… Choi San.

Known for his handsomeness, charms and tough exterior that melds with the classic dad jokes that leave his mouth every five seconds. He was also known to be the only one out of the brothers to have a blood lust, the insatiable taste and need for blood be it human or animal he did not care as long as he was able to keep the thirst away.

Now, lets move onto the youngest, Choi Jongho.

He was known thoroughout the town to be the nice guy, the one that would rather talk amongst others rather than imitate a fight. But also known to throw the swiftest right hook that could kill a man in a second if provoked in the wrong way. He also was the only one out of the brothers that did not have a bloodlust he managed to escape this feeling after years of practice, the insatiable taste for human blood was something that he did not need. The ability to survive with the basic animal blood that he would hunt or ensure that San hunted to store in the chest freezer in the basement of the home.

Now that we have our introductions done let’s get back to the script huh?

San currently kicking and pulling jongho away from the door as they reach it.

“Don’t you fucking dare, your such an asshole san. What if its just the postman” Jongho shouts before throwing a vase at sans head.

“Ouch that hurt” san shouts rubbing his head before gripping the door handle and opening the door slowly.

A gasp leaving his body as he let his gaze fall onto you, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips as he let his gaze fall back up to your eyes.

“Hello..” he said before leaning against the doorframe.

“H-hi erm i.. i kind of broke down, about 50km back there in the forest this is the first house that I’ve seen in the past few hours and i really need to use the bathroom and … maybe a phone that has life in it and service… if that’s okay?” You breathe out as you look at him, something about his aura being a little unsettling but somewhat exciting to you.

“Sure, dont mind the mess we wasn’t expecting guests today.. although my brother was hoping his delivery of his new toy to arrive soon but it looks like its not coming…” san laughs before pushing the door open and ushering you inside.

You walk inside the house seemingly a lot more bigger on the inside rather than the outside. You glanced around taking in the decor of the home before looking around and landing your eyes on the man sitting on the couch.

“I guess this is the infamous brother of yours then huh?” You say before laughing and looking at them both.

“As much as id like to introduce myself right now i need to use the bathroom immediately so if you could be so kind to show me where it is id be best pleased” you say looking at them both with a pleading look.

San being the man he was quickly showing you to the toilet.

“Thank you I’ll be quick” you say before disappearing.

San walks back to the living room, sitting next to his brother, slapping his arm as he does so.

“She’s fucking beautiful isn’t she?” San says laughing and looking at jongho.

jongho lifting his head from the newspaper he was reading and rolling his eyes.

“Y-yeah she looks incredibly familiar though” jongho says his face contorting into a look of confusion and wonder.

“I was going to say that, she looks like whatshername… oh shit fuck” san says covering his mouth hoping the words would be swallowed into the back of his throat.

You had finished your business and slipped back into the living room, staying quiet as you stood watching the boys talking amongst themselves.

A cough escaping your throat, the boys lifting their head up in unison as they both stared at you.

“T-thank you erm… what’s your names, im y/n” you say before offering your hand out in front of them.

“Names san, Choi San” san says laughing and shaking your hand.

Jongho scoffing loudly before offering his hand and taking the soft skin of the back of your hand to his lips. “Jongho, nice to meet you”

You gasped at the actions from the boys and let out a giggle.

“Now i would like to see if possible i could get some charge in my phone or even make a phone call… I need to get my car out of the forest its got all my things in it” you explain twiddling your hands together as you spoke.

“How far did you say it was?” San asks grabbing his leather jacket and swinging it around and onto his body. The action alone sending an unknown shiver down your spine.

“About 50km i think I wasn’t really counting…” you explain.

“You can’t miss it it’s a red Toyota in the middle of the forest” you finish.

“Okay okay well you’re welcome to stay here with Jongho I’ll go grab it for you and tow it here.. its getting dark and we wouldn’t want you out there when night falls” San says smirking and showing a little of his fang; the glimmer of the light shining just enough for you to pay more attention to the action. “Don’t miss me too much darling” he says before winking at you and laughing.

You turn around to see jongho sat on the couch a laugh escaping his mouth.

“He’s the worst honestly, how he manages to pull girls and not a hamstring is beyond me” he says before patting the empty side of the couch, taking the offer you sit on the couch, you gaze taking in the house once more. “It’s truly beautiful in here, but kind of old dont you think” you say giggling a little.

“Y-yeah I’ve been wanting to decorate but i cant do it on my own and that thing is always out” jongho says sighing.

“Well i just want to thank you for letting me stay for the night not many people would be so kind” you say before looking at Jongho.

“Hey it’s alright the world’s a scary place especially for humans like you” jongho says laughing a little and locking his eyes with yours.

“I must say it’s rare to see someone with such beauty arrive in this beat up town” jongho says smiling sweetly.

“W-well thanks: you say a slight blush creeping up onto your cheeks as you turn to look away from him, his aura becoming overwhelmingly sweet before you could even blink the door swung open, the breeze filling the room. You looked in the doorway to see an out of breath San flying in and the door slamming behind him.

“Y-you are so lucky that you had your keys on you, i was about to set fire to the damn thing who the hell let you drive that thing anyway that looks like a tuna can too me” san laughs before sighing. “Shit i forgot to bring in your suitcase two seconds” san says before disappearing and reappearing with your suitcase almost immediately.

“Whoa that was quick”

“Yeah comes with the gift love” San says smiling, before sitting down on the couch next to you.

“Y-yeah what’s with the e-erm fangs and all that” you say giggling.

“Well clearly were vampires darling” san says laughing before glaring at jongho who is motioning behind you for him to shut his mouth.

“Oh yeah really… prove it” you say laughing and looking at them both.

“If im going to stay the night i might as well have some fun”

Looks like this is going to become a chaptered story, i will write as and when the urge hits. I hope you like it…

[kotegiris]

[Event Story] 3rd Anniversary -Mark of Glory-

Events Referenced: Perfume of Memories, Sound of Blessing, Butler’s Cruise Vacation, Gift from the Postman, Cage of Black Raven

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Chapter 6: Memories of the Senses

Haures: Memorable places in the Central Lands… For me, it’s Parfyme (1).

> That’s the perfume town, right?

Muu: I remember that town too.

Muu: Oden-san the perfumer… I hope he’s doing alright.

Haures; Yeah. I’m sure he’s still making perfumes.

Haures: The Frau perfume that he made… It’s still being sold.

Ammon: Frau… I’ve heard of that perfume.

Fennesz: Yeah. If I remember correctly… He made that perfume in the image of his daughter, right?

Haures: Yeah. Every time I smell it, I remember Oden.

Haures: If I have the time… I should go see him again.

> I’ll go with you if you do.

Haures: Yes, please do. I’m sure he’ll be happy too.

Fennesz: I see… A memory associated with a scent…

Fennesz: Mine’s not quite the same… But it’s a bit similar.

Ammon: Huh? “A bit similar”...

Ammon: You mean your memory?

Fennesz: Y-Yeah… But for me…

Fennesz: It has to do with music, not scents.

Boschi: Music… Are you talking about…

> The concert at the museum?

Fennesz: T-That’s right… If it’s something that left a strong impression on me recently …

Fennesz: It would be the concert that night at the museum. …I was so nervous then…

Ammon: Hehe. But the concert was a huge success.

Fennesz: T-That’s right. There was even a meteor shower during the concert…

Fennesz: I practiced so much for it, so I don’t want to forget how to play… Sometimes I still play the songs I played then.

Fennesz: Every time I do, I remember the view from that night.

Fennesz: The shining meteor shower in the night sky, the audience looking up at it, and… Aruji-sama.

Fennesz: Fufu… It’s a very precious memory to me.

> I still remember it well too.

Fennesz: You do…? Thank you.

Fennesz: It makes me very happy to hear you say that.

Boschi: Your performance was really great.

Haures: Yeah. It really showed how much you practiced.

Haures: As a butler of the same floor… I felt really proud of you.

Fennesz: N-No… Compared to the others, I’m still lacking…

Fennesz: Ah, that reminds me… About Zepal’s violin that we got back at that time…

Fennesz: The basement floor butlers are taking good care of it. It seems like they still use it and aren’t just leaving it in storage.

> I’m glad.

Ammon: Hehe. It’s nice to casually talk about all these memories~

Ammon: It makes me realize how long we’ve been together for.

Haures: By the way Ammon, what town is memorable for you?

Boschi: Yeah, you’re the last one, so I’m expecting a grand memory.

Ammon: Wha—Boschi-san… Don’t just put pressure on me like that.

Ammon: …Let’s see. A lot of towns were memorable to me, like Rosetown, but…

Ammon: I can’t say those memories here.

Ammon: Since… Those sweet memories are for me and Aruji-sama only.

> ……What!?

Fennesz: S-Sweet memories…?

Haures: …Ammon. Don’t say weird things. You’ll bother Aruji-sama.

Ammon: Oops. You’re right.

Ammon: Don’t worry, Aruji-sama. I’ll make sure keep what happened then a secret.

> W-What are you talking about…?

Boschi: Enough. If you’re gonna tease Aruji-sama, do it when we’re not here.

Boschi: It’s fine when it’s just the two of you, but… Don’t drag us into it.

Haures: No… He shouldn’t be teasing them even when it’s just the two of them.

Fennesz: Boschi, does that mean… You also tease Aruji-sama when it’s just the two of you…?

Boschi: …………

Boschi: Hey, Ammon. It’s your fault that I’m getting nagged now too.

Ammon: You reap what you sow~ This is for always butting into my business.

Ammon: When we went on the cruise too… Even though I was the one who made that blue lagoon cocktail for Aruji-sama…

Ammon: Ah, Aruji-sama. Do you remember what that cocktail means?

> It means…

Boschi: “Faithful love,” right?

Ammon: Geez~ I wanted to hear Aruji-sama say it, not you.

Boschi: Shut up. Don’t just suddenly bring up something that happened a few months ago.

Ammon: It’s fine. After all, we're talking about our memories right now.

Ammon: Ah, that’s right. Speaking of memorable places, there’s also Rondine.

Ammon: I freed that town from the Costner family’s rule. Man~ That’s so nostalgic~ ♪

Haures: …You freed them from the Costner family… Well, that’s not completely wrong, but…

Boschi: Rondine… ……I wonder if Liberta’s doing alright……

Muu: Fufu… All these nostalgic names are being brought up one after another.

Muu: Looking back on our memories of the Central Lands… It’s so fun!

> Yeah, it really is.

After that, our reminiscent talk continued to be lively…

We lost track of time and by the time we returned to the inn, the sun had completely set.

After finishing our dinner at the inn, before we went to bed we enjoyed chatting together.

Haures: Haha… We ended up talking a lot today.

> I had fun.

Haures: Me too. I haven’t run out of things to talk about yet, but…

Haures: Looking back on past memories… Thinking about the new memories I’ll make in the future…

Haures: Just the thought of it makes me feel hopeful.

Muu: Ah, that reminds me! Speaking of the future…

Muu: We talked about it with the first floor butlers.

Muu: The question was “What will you do in a world where there are no more angels?”

Ammon: I see… A world where there are no more angels, huh…

Fennesz: Even if that kind of world only exists in our imaginations for now… Someday, it’ll definitely come true…

Boschi: That’s right. What we’ll do after that becomes a reality, huh…

Boschi: …Haures. You first.

Haures: You only let me go first at times like this… Well, not that I mind.

T/N: (1)  Parfyme is Norwegian for perfume.

[stikask]

FIRST ANSWER

How soon do you think I'll get tired of colouring? I think very quickly….

(The same ASK is also held in my telegram channel)

[the-himawari]

A3! Usui Masumi - A Postman Delivering Your Feelings Mini Conversations Translation

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Practice Conversation 1

After I joined the theatre troupe, I’ve had more chances to write and receive letters.

I’ve gotten letters from people who have watched our plays telling me about their thoughts… And now I’ve started writing letters to you.

I’ve also been writing letters to grandma lately. She enjoys my letters, and I’m happy when I get her reply.

I heard they’re going to be selling lots of different letter sets at the upcoming event. I’m planning to go check out what they have when I have time.

If they have any writing paper I think grandma would like, then I want to use that to write her a letter about the event.

Practice Conversation 2

During the day, Tsuzuru and Guy were writing postcards for a raffle here. Apparently, they’re going to send out entries for a bunch of different prizes as members of the Postcard Sweepstakes Research Club.

I think Tsuzuru said he was going to enter mainly for food and fruit this time.

Guy mentioned he won a prize that was in a motorcycle magazine the other day.

…The new soap that’s in the bathroom? I see… so that was also won by the guys in the Postcard Sweepstakes Research Club.

If there’s anything you’d like to win from a contest, let me know. I’ll write a ton of entries with you.

Practice Conversation 3

I heard people in the olden days used to compose poems and send them to each other as love letters.

They were particular about the paper they used to write the poems on, the fragrance of the incense they burned to perfume the pages, and what kind of flowers they sent along with them.

I’m sure the sender put a lot of thought into which colour the receiver would like, and whether they would like the scent and flowers and such.

When I write to you, I choose the paper with you in mind…

I guess that's just like the people in the past.

When I’m selecting the stationary and when I’m writing my letter, it makes me happy since my head is filled with thoughts of you.

I want to tell you how I feel, so my letters get pretty long. But I’d be happy if you would also accept my next letter to you.

Next time, I plan to send you a letter that conveys my feelings in even more ways by adding perfume or flowers with it. Look forward to it.

Masumi & Banri Talk

Banri: Yo, I heard. Sakyo-san’s gonna play your senior and mentor in the upcoming event, eh?

Masumi: Yeah. There’s scenes where Sakyo scolds and tells me off as my mentor.

Banri: Seriously? That’s Sakyo-san’s image to a T. Don't tell me they wrote that just for him? But in any case, it sounds like preparin’ for his role will be a piece of cake then.

Masumi: That’s true. …Sakyo and his role are alike since they’re both nosy from time to time. Riffle, my character, and Hoot, Sakyo’s character, go out and visit various places for their deliveries.

Banri: I bet Sakyo-san would lecture my ear off if we had to go a buncha different places together for work.

Masumi: Same here. He’d probably grumble a lot.

Banri: Sure, he has that pain in the ass side to him… But when push comes to shove, he’s pretty damn reliable, right?

Masumi: …I can’t deny that. He has a lot of experience for his age, so I guess there’s a lot he can help with.

Banri: If Sakyo-san’s character is just like him, then it’ll be easy to imagine. I’m sure the show will turn out great if you prep your own character with that in mind.

Masumi: ...I’ll try using what you just said to help with my role study.

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