#a real love letter MY HEART

[whats-her-quirk]

june—your name connotes sunshine and blue skies, and that’s how i think of you! bright and beautiful and kind wherever you go.

kae thank you so much this made my entire day

[vaguely-concerned]

what would I do without you. indeed illario.

lucanis trust me! indeed illario. the ea-nasir vibes on this shitty little rat of a man (somehow still slightly affectionate despite myself)

I am obsessed with WHERE this letter is found and what we're meant to read into those context clues. I don't have a handy save for this mission right now to double check the details, but from memory: It's the room across from what seems implied to be Caterina's room (Lucanis says these are the family quarters, so Illario has kept her locked in her own room all this time probably?? Oh oh house arrest, house arrest for grandmother for ten thousand years style)? We find the scraps of a letter from Zara to Illario, torn to pieces with one fragment still in the empty fireplace so presumably we're meant to assume he burned it, and this old letter from Illario to Lucanis lying neatly on a table. Whose room is this? Because here's a theory one could put together that has some real crazymaking potential for me specifically at least:

Considering that we're helpfully down to only three Dellamortes to account for, it's likely either Lucanis' or Illario's room. If I'm remembering right/let's for a moment assume that Caterina is being confined to her own rooms -- the fact that Lucanis is her favourite and also heir apparent I'd say tips the scales for me that it's likely she'd keep him closest, whenever he's home. Thus opening for the possibility that all this time Illario has been staying in the room of the cousin he murdered but as it turns out not hard enough that he didn't come back again like a haunting, reading his own old letters to him that Lucanis apparently kept all this time (!!! ow !!!), and sparing them from the spiteful fate he gave Zara's 'aww chin up you'll get 'em next time babe' one, right across the hall from where the grandmother he apparently can't bring himself to kill or seriously hurt even with everything else he's done is imprisoned and i n c r e d i b l y pissed off, if she gets out of there while he's sleeping or something he's fucked. Has he been sleeping in Lucanis' bed since kidnapping Caterina????? (did they ever share a bed, when they were children? for comfort if not ever out of real necessity?) is this some kind of incredibly fucked up way to try to be close to them both somehow even when he is the one who messed it all up to begin with? no matter what I have so many questions here what is WRONG with this family???????? (well I don't think we have time to get into all that right now that's a novel not a text post probably fhsdkj)

[acourtofquestions]

Chapter 89

I just finished Chapter 89

[radiomagdalene]

In honour of the untimely death of our beloved @andhyssops, I aim to posthumously absolve the proposed charges with a fanfiction. This is evidence - nay, this is the UNWAVERING TRUTH - that ‘This is Not a Love Letter’ is, in fact, not a love letter. No sinful feelings were involved in the making of this fanfiction.

I must first warn you that the following contains REFERENCES to EMOTIONS that one may have when happy, sad, alive, dead, excited, bored, or in LOVE. It also contains a BED, which is an object that has been used at least once in history for INAPPROPRIATE ACTIVITIES.

If you have ever encountered any such sinful things (to elaborate: good feelings; bad feelings; neutral feelings; beds; coats; ties; nightstands; onomatopoeia relating to explosions; beds), I ask that you NEVER look at me as I think you are STRANGE. You have DEPRAVED IDEAS and I don’t appreciate them very much.

*

“You weren’t sweet-talking me,” Quackity says, pulling his tie loose, tugging it over his head, tossing it haphazardly across the room. He moves with a subtle sort of grace, Wilbur notices, that he must have taught himself. Wilbur can’t imagine when he would’ve made time for such a thing - dead on his feet in Manburg? Working in whatever frail nation Tubbo ran? In the strange months in between, the ones Wilbur still doesn’t understand?

Maybe it was here, in his frozen desert wasteland. Maybe Quackity decided, this is what will get me through, and forced his fighting hands elegant and still.

“No.” Wilbur sits on Quackity’s bed, feels it dip beneath him - he’s so tired, so worn, and still the air is electric. He pictures sparks coming off Quackity, white-hot and ionising; even in his imagination, he can’t see himself leaning away. “Not in the slightest.”

“Mm. You’re not… doing this for fun. Trying to get an advantage.” Quackity leans in close, presses his hand to Wilbur’s. “You’re not playing games with me, are you, Wilbur?”

“I can’t,” Wilbur murmurs. “I don’t think can anymore.”

“Huh.” Quackity’s hand travels up his arm like summer - like dusk, like roads still sun-warmed in the dead of night. “I don’t believe you.”

Wilbur’s breath hitches. “You - you don’t - what?”

He talks all slow and clear, like Wilbur’s a child. “I said,” and his hand comes to rest at Wilbur’s neck, thumb over his pulse point, “I don’t believe you.” Defence rises bright and prickly in Wilbur’s chest, as if his lungs are preparing for the shouting-match to come, but Quackity continues, “There’s no evidence.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” It’s… so stupid. Too desperate. Whiny, almost. He looks away, reels himself in enough to keep his voice steady as he says, “I’ve been with you all night. I meant it, you know, everything I -”

“Sure.” Quackity pats his arm twice, then stands up so abruptly that Wilbur startles.

“Where are you going?”

“Just have to get something.” Quackity walks around the bed to the nightstand, depositing a piece of paper - Wilbur’s letter - in exchange for a little box. “Cards,” he explains.

Wilbur smiles hesitantly as Quackity returns to sit next to him. “You’re really playing up the powerful casino owner bit, here.”

“Oh, Wilbur.” Quackity grins, sharp as a knife’s edge, and empties the box of cards on the blanket. They scatter beneath him, each with a strangely cartoonish drawing of a person. “I’m not playing.”

“Old Maid?” Wilbur whispers, bewildered.

“Old Maid,” Quackity echoes, collecting the cards and dealing them one by one.

No sex ever occurs, ever.

[luvrodite]

What kind of music do you think Jason would listen to?🎵

top 10 ways to get assassinated on this site

[faewaren]

Almost no one who follows me is gonna know what this is about so ignore me but. Just. God I hope Marcel is okay. Still hurts.

[boygirlctommy]

i madeeee sillay new characters and i love them

[strawberry-selfships]

First Doctor here!

I hope you know I am here for you.

Stay strong.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my god................................

Doctor, your timing is beautiful. That is your forte, I should know this by now.

Thank you so much. I hope you know that you help me stay strong. I love you deeply. <3

[thesingingrevolution]

reading my diary entry from 8th grade when the boy i liked so much gave me a kiss on the cheek..

[metanarrates]

kdj's sincerity in his shit taste is so cute. i love how one of orv's major themes is that any work no matter how objectively poorly executed can still mean the world to the people who love it. embracing the cringe is a huge driving ethos behind orv itself and it REALLY shows <333

[fishandships]

i want Andrew to be loved and to know he is loved. i want him to be accepted and cared for. i want him to forget as much as he can the feeling of being treated like a monster. i want him to feel safe and comfortable and unafraid. i want him to have the kind of life that makes him want to live.

[doctorwhoisadhd]

fucking fascinated with the way mitski just straight up DOESNT follow a rhyme scheme in just about any one of her songs i can think of (and even when she does it's only barely, aka only for part of a song or only rhyming using slant or identical rhymes) and yet she is known for her lyrics being fucking insanely good

[ohmydarlinghowiloveyou]

I Love You More Than Life Itself ♡

You Are My World, My Universe And All Of It’s Stars, All Of It’s Galaxies All Of It’s Blackholes, It’s Endless Universe’s Apart From Our Own ♡

In Every Universe. In Every Timeline I Know. That Out There Every Single Version Of Ourselves. Is Together. In Every Universe. In Every Galaxy Out There. I Know It’s True. ♡

You are the reason I Live ♡

You are the reason I still breathe ♡

You are the sole reason for me

still being on this earth ♡

I worship you ♡

My Savior ♡

You Saved Me ♡

I adore you ♡

My Goddess ♡

I Love You ♡

I could never ♡

be able to ♡

Truly convey ♡

Just how Much ♡

I Love You ♡

With simply words ♡

Or Simply Actions ♡

I just hope you know ♡

That I’d Kill ♡

Anyone who would try ♡

To separate us ♡

This Is My Love Letter ♡

To You ♡

One Of Many More ♡

I hope you like it, my darling ~ ♡

[luvrodite]

i wish jason was a seahorse so i could get him pregnant.

nonnie if you’d sent me this a few years ago i genuinely would’ve screamed but like yk what….

[longagoitwastuesday]

I guess I have to suck it up and admit that, yeah, despite myself, against my own wishes, I suppose I do love that damn Gojo Satoru guy after all

[hecksupremechips]

The way akishinji and ashbella both have dramatic coma scenes and dramatic shot through the heart scenes like we’ve gotta stop meeting like this 😩