#dear sophie

[letters-to-sophie]

Dear Sophie,

Two of my friends are getting married in a little under two months. My invitation includes a plus one.

That plus one is for you.

We haven’t spoken in years, but they’ve known how I feel about you for even longer than that, so it’s definitely for you.

I wish I could take you. I wish I could dance with you. I wish I could go back home with you afterward.

I’m going to be busy that night, but I’m sure at some point during the festivities, you’ll wander into my thoughts. You always seem to find your way there eventually.

- A

[illuminesce]

This is a recap + VOD of the second interface drama stream I've done, featuring games around longing. It features...

Lost Memories dot net

normal_fantasies.exe

Dear Sophie

Mythic Messenger

Check out the links on the Interface Drama Master List!

Previously in this series:

Exploring Intrigue with Interface Dramas

[dear--sophie]

Dear Sophie,

It’s been a while Soph. It was your 6 year anniversary last week. I’m really struggling. I don’t have anyone to turn too anymore. Especially now your gone. I’ve lost two more (that I know of) since you left. And now I’ve pushed away someone I care about deeply. They no longer want contact with me on any platform. At the moment I’m waiting for an informal bed in a psych hospital. Been waiting for around 4 weeks so far in a unit attached to a general hospital in my local area. But I’m deteriorating even more. I don’t know if I have it left in me to continue to fight. Especially as there is a guy in the unit (another patient) who managed to work out what has happened in my past and has made me feel very uncomfortable. And I need you. I need to talk to you about it. Especially as the staff here don’t really want to talk. And I can’t talk to the one I pushed away, but I think it might have triggered them anyway. And I can’t post on my main account or any other social accounts because no one will understand. And the only friend I have left… he doesn’t know the half of the shit I’ve been through and I don’t want him to feel guilty for not noticing, as we have been friends since 4 years old. What do I do Soph?

I miss you and love you ❤️‍🩹

[leverage-ot3]

broke: leverage’s pairings are nate & sophie and parker & hardison. eliot is like parker and hardison’s pseudo older brother

woke: leverage's pairings are nate & sophie and parker & hardison and eliot is pining for both of them but it will never happen

bespoke: parker, hardison, and eliot are in love. eliot pines for years before parker and hardison are like he's not going to make a move on his own and start their 'let's go steal an eliot' plan. hijinks ensue. they end up getting married

[petalsfordany]

The cast of Yellowjackets are turning your kids gay gayer

[humanityscompaniondaily]

day 30: counterfeit phantom

[meyonherown]

Based on Lilith and Eve by Yuri Klapouh

Definitly not happy with the outcome but I'll hopefully improve my body drawing skills in the future.

here is a focus on Siuan's face because her dimples are the best <333

[adamghm]

[bouqueti]

[nadiajustbe]

Shipping rarepairs is hard BUT also imagine equally loving both a rarepair AND the most popular pairing in the small fandom.

Like I love them both absolutely there's no winner between them but

One has a hundred plus fics, an unconditional love and the world domination and they absolutely deserve that.

The other one has two fics (both are mine) a tumblr tag (invited by me where all posts are mine) and absolutely none, zero (0) arts

What If I want to read a fic with both my fandom OTPs what If I don't want to be the only one WRITING IT-

[hibiscusbabyboy]

[letters-to-sophie]

Dear Sophie,

I dream about you fairly often, but I wanted to document this one in particular because it was unusual.

We were in our 60s, celebrating our 30th wedding anniversary.

I’m not usually older than I actually am in my dreams, but somehow it makes a lot of sense that something especially notable like that happened in a dream that heavily involved you.

It was a mostly happy dream: we had rented out a hall or something and we were surrounded by our friends. The only bad part was that someone tried to be a party pooper and force you to use a name and pronouns with which you weren’t comfortable, but we collectively threw them out.

I remember thinking about how lucky I was that I was with someone I could grow and change with and still love, who could still love me, even after more than 30 years. I remember thinking that I still thought you were beautiful.

And then I woke up, remembered that we don’t talk anymore and that something like that was unlikely to happen, and felt extremely downcast. But at least the dream was happy, and since I spend probably half my time asleep these days, it’s almost comforting to think that I might see you.

I’m not quite in a place to say anything like “I hope whoever you end up with looks at you like that even after 30+ years,” because it’s not true—I do still wish it was me—but I think I aspire to hope that. I’m trying. But there will always be a part of me that knows—not just thinks, but knows—that you and I should have been together.

Happy dreams, Sophie.

- A

[welcome-home-our-new-darling]

what's you favorite meal *Hugs*

[New Recording Starts]

Mr. Dear: Now Miss Darling, We have some Questions from our audience all the way back from Playfellow's Workshop! Ain't that Peachy Keen? But so far we only have one. Our very first question!

Sophie: Oh! That's… interesting? I… didn't know that others are watching right now-

Mr. Dear: They ain't watch’in now, Darling! Don't worry about that! These interviews are being recorded. So when Playfellow's Workshop shows up here in about a few months, then the audience will see these!

Sophie: but- wait! Why are they… why am I so important-

Mr. Dear: Our first question comes from a neighbor named Miss. Artemus-13, now Miss. Artemus asks: “What's your favorite meal?” Oh and she sends you a hug too! Ain't that sweeter than honey from a beehive! [Mr. Dear chuckles as he looks up from his paper and at Sophie] A penny for your thoughts, Miss Darling?

Sophie: [she paused for a sec.] W-well, me and my Pappa, we always get hotdogs and I love putting peanut butter and sunflower seeds on my mine! But I do love eating my grandma’s cooking! She makes an amazing pumpkin beef pie! Oh how I miss her cooking! And thank you so much, Miss Artemus! I really appreciate the hug! I really do need it...

Mr. Dear: Oh how precious, Darling! You must have a loving family- Hey… what's troubling you, S-sophie?

Sophie: I miss my family. I really do! I just want to see them again, but I know that no one can leave here. Is it ok if I can still write to them? At least?

Mr. Dear: oh… I understand, S-sophie I get you! We all miss our families, but when Playfellow's Workshop gets here and settles everything, we can see our family's again! But… maybe I can help you write a letter to them, inviting them to come live here, so you can see them every day!

Sophie: R-really? You mean it, Mr. Dear?

Mr Dear: ya darn right, Soph- [Mr. Dear stops and corrects himself] I mean… Miss Darling!

Sophie: It's ok, you can call me Sophie! That is my name, after all!

Mr. Dear: [pauses for a few moments] Miss Darling how do you feel now after that question?

Sophie: Oh I feel just Wonderful! But I have so many questions! But there's one I've been meaning to ask though.

Mr. Dear: what is it, Darling?

Sophie: How do we get out of here?

[Recording stops abruptly and static starts. End of Interview 2]

[janetsnakehole02]

BENOPHIE NATION!!! THIS!!! IS!!! OUR!!! TIME!!!

the easter eggs could not be easter egging more clearly ohhh man it’s finally our time i CANNOT WAIT 😭😭😭

[archduchessofnowhere]

Letter from Archduchess Sophie to her daughter-in-law Archduchess Margarethe, on the Christmas Eve of 1857:

December 28, 1857 … Christmas presents downstairs with my children [the Imperial couple and their daughter Archduchess Gisela] went much better than we could have expected after our painful loss [the death of the couple's first child, Sophie, on May], as our dear, now only child softened all the melancholy memories with her so kind friendliness and joy. When her father carried her into all the splendors, she looked around in silent amazement, then standing at her little table, she looked closely at every toy, held a stuffed puppy, which set a clockwork in motion and which wriggled on all its limbs, calmly in her little hand and played delicately, so calmly and joyfully with all her splendors. Once she shouted for joy, which is her habit when she is happy, and the next morning every time she saw all her beautiful things again in the next room, only a few of which she gets to play with every day, she shouted for joy again! - When her mother said she had to go to bed on Christmas Eve, she went gently, without reluctance. She only slipped two bracelets, which her beloved grandfather and I had given her, off her arms with difficulty, thinking she would have to leave them with the toys and wanted to give them to Sophie Esterhazy [Oberhofmeisterin of the Empress], but she kept them firmly in her hands and after a few bows she went her way in a friendly manner.

Praschl-Bichler, Gabriel (2008). Unsere liebe Sisi. Die Wahrheit über Erzherzogin Sophie und Kaiserin Elisabeth (Translation done by DeepL. Please keep in mind that in a machine translation a lot of nuance may/will be lost)

[Pictured: Litography of Archduchess Gisela, by Adolf Dauthage, 1860].

[danifies]

a winter with you!

❝TAGS❞ female hufflepuff reader x draco, not a specific timeline, but I'll just say it around year 5, draco dislikes Hogsmeade, fluffy because Draco deserves it :33, maybe ooc draco (?), self indulgent

The winter air nipped at the faces of the students scattered around Hogsmeade. It was either the best or worst day for some. It was y/ns favourite day, and she liked nothing more than flurries of snow falling on her hair. However, there seemed to be a dark cloud in proxy, or, in other terms, her dearest Draco Malfoy.

He was the latter who intensely disliked the cold that Hogsmeade harbored. He shuffled a few steps behind her, muttering curses at the professors who forced him here. He stops beside the Hufflepuff. "So, what's the plan here." His breath was a white puff as he grumbled out.

She turned to him, scanning him up and down. "Dray, have you ever considered that you hate Hogsmeade because you dress like... that?" She gestures to the thin black blazer and his dress shoes. As handsome and elegant as he looked, he was not dressed for the weather. "What are you trying to get at? I'm dressed fine, y/n,"

"Dray." She sternly hums. " your cheeks are incredibly pink." The Slytherin scoffs. "Yours are too, y/n." She rolls her eyes and takes his hands adorned with expensive leather gloves. He raises an eyebrow at her antics, y/n slips on of his gloves off leaving her with his ice cold hand.

"Dray, you're freezing!" she exclaimed, a gasp escaping her lips as she held his cold hands. Draco cringed, aware of the prying eyes that seemed to follow their every move.

"Y/n, really, this is unnecessary," Draco mutters, but there's a faint smirk playing on his lips. Despite his protest, he secretly enjoys her warmth enveloping his cold hands.

She ignores his complaints and pulls him towards the first destination on her list. "We're getting hot chocolate back at Hogwarts. That should help thaw you out a bit."

Draco follows along, a mixture of annoyance and amusement on his face. As they head back to Hogwarts, y/n glances back at him with a mischievous smile. "And Dray, this is a date. You're allowed to be cold, but you're not allowed to be grumpy."

Draco raises an eyebrow "I didn't sign up for a freezing cold date in Hogsmeade, you know." y/n shakes her head at the boy. "You did sign up, you decided to date a girl who, and very clearly, said that she loves winter and Hogsmeade." Draco rolls his eyes.

Draco Malfoy hates winter, but he would spend endless winters with you.

authors note: im so sorry from the bottom of my heart for disappearing... my semester one was very rough ʕ •̥ ˕ ก ʔ however I started play hpma again and have a bit more free time! take this short draco drabble tgat has been sitting in my drafts since chirstmas...