#f/o writing

[indigohoneypot]

okay but to my self shippers with f/os who are tough, strong, and hardened—

imagine babying your f/o <3 and them absolutely melting and loving it. maybe they’re more reserved, maybe work makes them closed off or scary or tough…just imagine the way that they melt when they’re the little spoon, when you call them a sweet term of endearment.

maybe they’ve never been spoiled like this before, never been loved gently the way that you love them. i can’t imagine the relief they feel when they can be soft with you and only you.

your f/o must love the way you make them feel like an angel and the most precious thing in the world !!

[harvest-selfshipping]

love languages!

your f/o’s take your love languages into account my source is that they came to me in a dream!!

for example, if your love language is physical touch, they will be so affectionate with you!! (even if they’re reserved/not very touchy) they’ll give you hugs from behind, have their hand on your thigh when you sit, and kiss you in public so that everyone knows you are theirs!! going to sleep always ends up with snuggles <3

quality time likers— your f/o has got you covered!! they are already planning fun places for you guys to go and things for you to see. they’ll always make sure that they set aside time for you, and would never cancel any plans. sometimes you guys will go to the most fun amusement park ever and sometimes you’ll spend a cozy night together watching movies. they adore it either way <3

if you need words of affirmation, your f/o knows just how to show you love! they’ll write you love letters, their handwriting so utterly them while they confess their love for you. don’t be afraid to ask for reassurance, either! they will wash away any bit of worry you have. also, expect compliments— whether that be in person, a message, or written onto a sticky note, taped onto the bathroom mirror <3

acts of service is absolutely something your f/o will do for you. they understand that some days, it’s nice to come home to the dishes washed, and the floor sweeped. if you need help with any of your chores, they’ll be more than happy to lighten your load! it can be endearing to make inside jokes while you two fold the laundry, or reminisce about a sweet memory while they cook dinner. they never want you to feel bad when they help you, because you help them just as much <3

if your love language is giving gifts, your f/o definitely will take note of it! (they spoil you, shhh). they notice the item you lingered on just a bit too long in the store. they spend time picking out a gift that feels just right for you. and expect to come home to little trinkets they found/flowers they picked outside, because— “it reminded me of you!” <3

-Mod Autumn 🍂

[starryseafo4m]

Imagine your f/o lying in bed, tiredness paralysing them to the core, it's just one of those frustrating nights where they simply can't sleep regardless of how tired they are. But one of the things that always seem to fix their mood is thinking of you, how you look, your pretty eyes, the way you talk to them, how you always seem to know how to make things better. A tired exhale leaves their body as now they can feel themselves breathing easier and how their headache is slowing disappearing. To them you are like a soft lullaby that calms them down and let's them rest, and they appreciate that more than anything even if you are far away or right beside them<3

{Can be interpreted as romantic or platonic!!}

Proship, comship, darkship DNI!!!

[sincerely-your-fo]

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Want to read how proud and happy your parent is to call you their child?

Then you've come to the right place ♡

Electronic

● $3 USD per letter

● guaranteed 4 paragraphs minimum

● can easily be a birthday/holiday gift for a beloved mutual via you giving me the username of who you want me to send a letter to + their f/o's information or just buy a letter and send me to your buddy's DMs :)!

● will always be sent via anon (if anon is allowed) with my handle @sincerely-your-fo attached in small letters at the bottom like so: @sincerely-your-fo

Physical

● $13 USD per letter

● guaranteed 3 paragraphs minimum ($5 per additonal paragraph)

● comes with the electronic copy sent to your askbox so you may have it there too (it will likewise bear the mark '@sincerely-your-fo' in the bottom corner)

●*can easily be a birthday/holiday gift for a beloved mutual via me sending the envelope containing the f/o envelope to you so you can then send it to your friend or you provide me with your friend's mailing information; whichever is more comfortable :)!

● will be sent in a second envelope to add protection to envelope containing letter

Customizable:

-wax color(s) & wax stamp

-envelope

Available upon request:

-flower petals

-perfume/cologne spritz

-star confetti

-washi tape

-miniature framed artwork

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-will do NSFW thirst writing for adult clients requesting a letter from a canonically adult character (ergo, a character that is NOT aged up by the client).

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- I have and will exercise the right to politely refuse a commission request if I am uncomfortable with the topic given to me to write or the character the client wants me to write for.

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3. Which Fandoms do you write letters for?

I do not focus on Fandom but instead on individual case by cases instances when given a character to focus on; part of the process of writing the letter is me asking questions and getting webpages to refer to the character's personality.

4. Do you write for OCs?

Yes I absolutely do! Please be ready to answer lots of questions/have a doc on hand to describe your OC so I may be a good scribe for them :)

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6. Do you ship internationally?

Yes I do! I am based in America (for now) and indeed am open to shipping physical letters internationally.

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[f-o-and-selfship-club]

Comet arrives at a graveyard during the night. She walks around and sees many graves of the people who died. But there she walks to a grave with one that she hadn't seen of. She got closer to it and sees its name carved on the top "Jim... Craddock!" She red through the writing. By her encounters as LunaFlakez alongside with Batman. She knew what Jim does back when he was alive, by draining souls of innocent people. But now he is dead.

Still looking by his grave. A white figure emerges to where her shadow is and levitates himself behind her. Her body turns around by the white figure levitating, which makes her surprise that it is the ghost of Jim Craddock AKA Gentleman Ghost.

"Good evening my dearest!" The figure adjusts his monocle by his invisible face. "Craddock?!" Comet said in surprise. "Gentleman Jim Craddock, my dear." The ghost replied, as he bowed to the jackalope, tipping his white top hat to her.

"And so, what brings this dear lady like yourself over to the cemetery?" The ghost asked her, placing his finger to her chin, tilting it to face his invisible face. "Well... I came across yours Gentleman Craddock." Flicky said, her two of her index fingers together, indicating herself shyly. "Ah, I see yes– My grave isn't useful to me for now, as i have now gained an another chance of living." "Another chance of living? You mean..." her eyes then widen in shock. "No... you don't mean—" "Oh, why yes I mean, my lady~ But we won't discuss anything for now." He gripped on his white cane, topped with a white skull on it, right as he lands his feet first on the ground while having his finger held onto the girl's chin.

"Hmm, quite the charm indeed my dear. May I kindly ask for your name, on who those living souls give you dear lady?" Gentleman Ghost asked, moving his finger to her cheek, tracing small circles by his gentle touch for a ghostly villain such as himself. "C-Comet!" She answered. "Comet. Quite a pretty name for a pretty lady like yourself." He then caresses her cheek with the back of his gloved hand.

"Your hands are... pretty warm." Comet felt his hand caressing her cheek, she realized something of Craddock, that he seems to be quite... charismatic when it comes to women. She looks at him up and down of his white figure. "My, your hair~ Almost pearly white as myself~" Gentleman Ghost's hand is up to her white hair, stroking it gently. The warm feeling of his hand to her hair goes back down to the left side of her cheek, caressing it more with his warm hand.

Comet's cheeks flush into light red, then rubbing it with her index finger. "Oh Comet, my dear~" Craddock adjusts his monocle attached to his non visible face, as he gets closer to hers. "Flustered, I wonder?" He asked curiously. The lady went silent due to getting herself flustered by the gentleman. "Oh my dear, come, come now~" Gentleman Ghost's tone was gentle with sweetness through it, then coming more close to her ear "Your reddened face is going to get more blush once I have your soul in my hands~ And there you would be... forever~" He whispered with his charisma and his charm, holding his arm around hers.

But then the day didn't go much, as a raindrop hits her head, she let out a small 'huh' and looks at up at the sky, so did the ghost. More raindrops drip down from the sky, right now it has start to rain in the cemetery. "I don't like when days like that manage to get rain." She responded. The rain didn't cover Gentleman Ghost since he is what he is now... a ghost. He sees her shivering by the rain. "Tut, tut my dear~ Shivering in this weather? Don't you worry." As Craddock wrapped his arm to her chest, walking themselves out of the cemetery.

As they got out, Craddock lets go of her chest and places a kiss on her hand, despite not having a face. "Well, for now I must return out of this living world, my dear. I shall await for your lovely face next time~ Cheerio–" Gentleman Ghost phases his body down through the door, tipping his hat to the lady as he goes down. "Wait, Gentleman! Craddock!" The lady was too late as he is gone back to where he is, she was shocked and confused that she didn't manage to get an another chance to speak to him when he leaves to... wherever he is gone to now

(dividers owned by @estrelinha-s)

[labselkie]

hey that new episode right

not going into detail on how they got out. dooont care. marie’s finally coming to accept her,, she’s getting a bit more mischievous but trust me she’s still an angel. it’s sorta cheesy that so much of marie’s personality can be defined by just her love for agatha, but i think that adds a bit more for when the witch actually has to decide between her evil ex or a worshipper. bird with heart eyes who only thinks of how she can fix her gf /lh

apologies again if marie seems childish. she’s really not i promise,, she’s pretty smart and not totally blinded by love, just a bit screwed by the circumstances (at least right now.) she’s been thru a lot, she’s strong when she needs to be and is def emotionally intelligent. agatha goes to her for solace, and she goes to agatha. they’re each other’s best choice

“Agatha!” A shaky voice called out as its source breached the mud’s surface. Marie gasped when her wings broke out of the ground, and they flop back down with a painful slap. She claws at the ground, fingers barely reaching the thick roots of a nearby tree. A sharp breath can be heard beside her, and she flounders to regain her bearings.

“Agatha! My hand-“ She stammers, holding out her left hand as her right grasps for anything outside the pit. The witch lets out a pained groan before actually grabbing on without any hesitation. Marie’s wings are drenched, and act as dead weight whenever they’re not trying to push into the mud like snowshoes.

Once she’s almost out, just barely held back by the mud at her thighs, she pulls Agatha harder. All her strength is going into saving a madwoman, and she couldn’t even think as to why.

But it works, Agatha climbs out, caked in mud, and Annamarie does shortly after. Agatha stays on her knees, groaning angrily as she tears off her heavy jacket. Marie just lies on the ground for a moment before weakly starting to wipe the mud from her wings.

“God, that stupid-“ Agatha mumbles, shakily rising to her feet and wiping dirt from her face. “Ugh!”

Marie, knowing that she doesn’t have the time to preen, quickly gets up after. Her movements are shaky from the exertion, and her wings are quite limp. Simultaneously, both women pause, a hand flying up to their collars as they check for their amulets. A crystal and a locket, all accounted for.

“Honey..?” The mutant chirps. She steps a bit closer to Agatha once the witch turns, and shakes her wings like a wet dog. “You’re ok-“ She practically scurries up, putting a hand on Agatha’s shoulder as she circles to her front. For the first time, Agatha doesn’t shy away; she just stares when Marie brushes mud-caked hair out of her face.

The side of her mouth twitches, a hint of confusion ghosting over her face. Then, she smiles; it’s a sharp grin, one that’s accompanied by the start of a small laugh. She leans her head forward, chuckling as she takes in the disheveled state they’re both in. She brings her right hand up, gently moving Marie’s hand before brushing the mutant’s bangs back. Flashes of magic flicker between her fingers with each movement, and the sight makes her laugh even more. Annamarie slowly brings both hands back, but she’s quickly stopped by Agatha grasping both of her wrists.

“I’ve got it back, Anna!” The witch says quickly under her breath. She shakes her wrists, making direct eye contact as she pushes aside the fact that they’re a mess. Marie’s eyes widen just as Agatha continues, “We’re back, birdie!” The laughing practically grows to a cackle.

Agatha takes a fast step back, pulling Marie along in a flurry of mud and wet feathers. She pulls the mutant to the side, spinning with her as she laughs. In their quick bout of excitement, Marie smiles too. She’s a bit more nervous, as usual, but she even laughs along.

“You’re back!”

Agatha is the one to stop their twirling, she nearly trips on the branch they used to crawl out, but she’s still happy. Somehow. Marie’s brows furrow, and she can’t help but add:

“You’re sure that the Road will bring her back, right..?”

Agatha gives a small scoff and rolls her eyes, she’s got what she wanted, but she’ll still humor her girl. “Of course, nothing would pass up the opportunity to torment me…” She pauses, glancing over Marie’s shoulder to a tall figure surrounded in an ominous blue aura further down the road. “Maybe little Billy has an idea.”

So, she sets off to confront him, Marie on her tail. The mutant does a little skip once, but she’s can’t get a strange feeling of dread out of her mind- Nor the mud between her feathers.

[varganardi]

Home - Varganardi oneshot

Words: 1K Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Cuss words, slight injury & mention of blood Summary: Just Laura comforting Nacho <3 Pr0ships DNI!

He kicks off his shoes, his heart heavy with anxiety, and his head, and shoulder, pulsating with pain. The TV is on. Is she really up at this time…? Guilt creeps up, realizing she’s been up. Waiting for him to get home. And here he is, bruised up, sore and exhausted. He limps into the living room to find her, his beloved Laura, asleep under a blanket, with a documentary playing on the tv. He wants to walk up to her, hold her in his arms and seek comfort in her warm embrace. 

Instead, he sneaks - at least tries to limp quietly - to the kitchen. He opens the fridge, which is almost empty. He takes out a beer, the freezing bottle feeling good against his sweaty palms. He puts it against the bruise on his face, and hisses at the pain but then sighs in relief, when the coldness numbs the pain. It has the same effect on the bruise on his shoulder. If only it worked for feelings too. He scoffs at the thought. How bitter he sounds. 

“Nacho?” 

Shit! He turns around quickly, as if paranoid it's someone else. But of course, it’s only Laura. Laura… She looks tired, but as soon as she sees the look on his face, she looks more awake, concerned. Shit. He fights the impulse to throw the bottle away. Instead, he removes it from his skin slowly, giving his girlfriend a sheepish smile. The glare he receives says: I’m not dumb. He sighs. She’s seen the bruises, of course. She’s too observant, too worried about him. Too damn stubborn. That’s what I love about her, though. 

“Hey… You awake?”

No reply. The ticking from the clock on the wall is almost a relief, because at least it’s not completely silent. Usually, he and Laura have a comfortable silence. They don’t always need, nor want to talk. They don’t need background noise either, just the company of each other. 

This is different. She crosses her arms and looks him up and down. His shoulders slumps down, and he barely notices his girlfriend's absence. He blinks his eyes and stares at the closed fridge in an attempt to lose track of time. That’s when Laura returns, but this time carrying a bottle of wound cleanser, cotton pads and band-aids. Noticing how zoned out her boyfriend looks, she takes his arm, guiding him to sit down in a chair. He almost whines when he bends his hurt leg to sit down, almost. But then yet again, Laura notices his tiny grimace. Damn it, Laura. 

“I’m fine.”

“No. You’re not.”

He doesn’t even protest when she sits on the chair next to him, and carefully helps him off with the shirt, so she can inspect his bruises. 

He can see the thousands of emotions on her face - confusion, anxiety and worry, anger, and then… She swallows hard to hide the emotions from seeing him like this. Her beloved boyfriend, exhausted and wounded next to her. She hates it, and hates his work, hates to know that she could lose him, just like that. She blinks her eyes. Not now, not now. She tells herself. 

But she’s not the only observant one. Nacho sees the pain in her face, and it kills him. 

“This will sting for a bit.” she wets the cotton pad with a solution that makes him crinkle his nose. He flinches as she puts it against his skin, dabbing at the sore skin of his shoulder, and then the face. His eyes tears up at the discomfort, but her presence, and the gentle touch, makes it feel ok. She mumbles apologies, but continues the work.

“What happened?”

“Laura…”

“Nacho.” 

I give up. He thinks. But he tells her about what happened. He tells her about work today, and everything that messed up. As he talks, she reacts to his words, but never interrupts. If it’s one person he trusts, it’s her. She’s concerned, of course, but never too judging. She hates the fact Nacho is in the cartel, but knows how difficult it is to leave. She’s stayed by his side all this time, even before they started dating. Always on his side. After some minutes the wounds are treated and his face and shoulder is covered in bandaids. I probably look ridiculous. She’s thought of everything, and he even has a bag of frozen beans against his leg, which still hurts.

All of this, for him. 

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he whispers. Laura looks at him, her soft green eyes meeting his dark brown eyes. The pain in his voice is reflected in her eyes. They both feel it. 

“Stop it.” 

“I…”

“Stop. I mean it.” She walks into the bedroom and returns to the kitchen with a new shirt for Nacho. After helping him put it on, she walks him to the couch. She’s about to leave again to go get him something, but the urge to feel her close is too overwhelming. She protests as Nacho pulls her down next to him, wrapping his strong arms around her. He just holds her like that, and she hugs him back. Laura moves her hand over his head and shoulders, in a soothing way, and Nacho melts into her touch. He inhales her shampoo and the scent, her scent, of lavender and peppermint. It smells like home. She is his home. He holds her, and wishes to never let go. 

“I love you.” Nacho mumbles, his voice hoarse with emotions. 

“I love you.” her voice too is full of emotions, and shaky. 

For the first time in what feels like forever, he allows himself to be vulnerable. His eyes burn with tears, but he doesn’t hold back. Nacho knows he doesn’t have to. Not now, not with Laura. 

“Let it out, Iggy.” she whispers. And he lets it all out. “It’ll be ok.” 

He actually believes it. 

“Stay. Don’t ever leave me.”

“Never, amore. I’m right here.” Laura’s voice is full of determination. “You’ll be ok.” 

Her words, her touch, and the reassurance is all he needs right now. He knows that whatever he faces, Laura will be by his side. 

Home. 

She is his home.

It's angst o'clock YAYYY

Been working on this one for a while, but GUYS!!!

I'm finally out of my creative block and my motivation AND inspiration to write is coming back!!! 😭💕

Here's a little Varganardi hurt/comfort :3

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[boylyafton]

HELLO SELFSHIPP COMMUNITY! I NEED SOME HELP n_n

This cute guy name is Jeremy Fitzgerald from the webcomic blueycapsules! I love him a lot and I self shipp with him since 2022 before the comic got (unfortunately) cancelled. Since it’s a webcomic he doesn’t have any merch at all, so I’m planning to do it myself. Any ideas if I don’t have too much money? :3

[ofairandbeauteousone]

requests are open

i do guilty gear headcanons, drabbles, and conversational shenanigans. i try not to be long. feel free to ask me anything.

no nsfw or inappropriate stuff overall

i will write absolutely any sort of character no matter their gender race traits or sexuality. the only thing that matters is AGE. if they’re a minor i will NOT do them. if they have an unknown age but they look like a minor i will ALSO not do them

minimum 1 character per request, maximum 3 characters per request. this is so i don’t get overwhelmed

expect me to write characters somewhat OOC

i always try to write these with a gender neutral reader but please do tell me if you want a different perspective on life

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also on that note i may also decline asks if they’re not my type. please respect that!

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[charlies-crushes]

Tied Up Lunch

As it was lunch May was tasked with bringing Nagito his food while he was tied up in the the building where they held that party a few days ago. As she handed him his food she was about to leave the building when Nagito gently stated. "Please… Stay…" - "Oh, sure thing, Komaeda."

She walked back over to sit next to him, a gentle smile on her face, even with the events of the class trial she still cared for him. She gently held up the spoon of curry to feed him as his open mouth waited patiently. "I'm kinda surprised Hajime was the one to feed you for breakfast…" Nagito hummed in agreement as he gently ate the curry.

"Yeah… He didn't spend a lot of time with me before. I wonder if he did…" Nagito trails off looking up at her, his intense eyes boring into her as if looking into her soul. "Would I be in this situation?" May sighs leaning against the wall getting another spoonful. "Maybe not, but I don't think Hajime has that much power."

She hummed before feeding him again, before giving him a small smile. "Plus at least I've been spending time with you." At that Nagito grins trying to get closer to her even with the shackles. "True, at least you're with me May… Sometimes I wonder if you’re the only one on this island that really has hope…"

At that May giggles a little, rolling her eyes as she gently stroked his hair. "You sure are obsessed with hope huh? You look pretty unassuming though… Like some kinda VN protag." At that Nagito raised a brow leaning against the wall. "Really? You think a guy with a boring talent like Luck would be a protagonist?" She seemed to actually be thinking about it, seriously considering it. "Yeah. That makes sense to me…"

As she continued to feed him after a while they heard a Bing Bong Ding Dong coming from the monitor. The half man half diagram, Monohito, said that he had an announcement. At that May stood up causing a small frown to appear under Nagito's zipped up parka, sitting up to speak to her. "Hey can you… Come back later? After the announcement? I don't think it's healthy to lose any more sanity…" At that May gave him a cheery thumbs up before leaving, promising to get back to him after.

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[indigohoneypot]

a perfect fall day with your f/o (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

the cold weather always makes me a little warm and sentimental~ ...just imagine how it makes your f/o feel!!

the two of you wake up close together, not exactly cuddling but close enough to steal some of your partner's body heat. some warm giggles in the soft bed, a few forehead kisses to start the day. the two of you chat over breakfast together before putting on your fall attire to head out for the day. are you wearing flannel? did you steal it from your f/o? i bet they commented how you wear it better than them, but sarcastically complained about you taking more of their clothes.

what about your activities? apple picking, maybe pumpkin picking? your partner talks about all the ways to carve the pumpkin, different designs to do, when to do it. if you're apple picking, maybe your partner is putting you on their shoulder to reach the ones at the top of the trees. that's where they're the best, anyways. or so they say. maybe you're the one lifting them. they're holding onto the sides of your head and pleading through giggles not to drop them.

let's finish your outing with a warm drink; a cider, cup of coffee or tea, maybe a hot cocoa. you take a sip of your partner's while they try yours. you mull over a movie to watch to wind down for the night. is it a comforting fall romcom? or maybe it's a horror thriller? it won't matter, as the outcome is the same. you'll fall asleep on the couch, holding onto one another, cuddled under a soft blanket. what a perfect day ♡

[harvest-selfshipping]

hurt/comfort imagines <3

Imagine your f/o noticing the exact moment something’s the matter. They notice when your face pales, when your eyes water, or when you’re quieter than you were. They’ll take you away from any situation needed— and they won’t hesitate.

Imagine your f/o holding you while you’re sad. They’ll pull you into their chest, gentle enough to comfort you but tight enough that you know they’re not letting go. Maybe they’d ask you to match their breathing, breathe in as their chest rises and out as it falls.

Imagine your f/o talking you through it. Listening to what you have to say and promising that no matter what, it will be okay, and they will not leave your side for anything. They’ll even offer advice— gently, if needed— but if you just need someone to listen, they will absolutely do that, too.

They love you. They don’t think that your problems are dumb, or dramatic. Your feelings and valid and they will always listen to you <3

[ficto-confessions]

i wish people would stop being hypocrites and actually support writers exploring different topics instead of the "safe stuff" like fluff angst hurt/comfort, horror and gore is a niche so dont like? dont fucking read! and then you see these same people thirsting over the smuttiest fic imagineable, no shade on smut writers lol judt pointing out the blatant favoritism

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[sincerely-your-fo]

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Romantic letters

A comfort letter regarding upcoming exams (Arcane)

A confessional letter (DC Batmanverse)

A slice of life “I miss you” letter (Attack on Titan)

A slice of life letter (Original Character)

An “I miss you and so does our partner” letter (League of Legends)

A journal entry of inner lovelorn turmoil torn out of a diary sent to the reader letter (Original Character)

A "Please forgive me for upsetting you, I didn't realise I am truly in love with you until I learned you are planning to leave my country please stay" letter (Les Misérables)

A secret, old fashioned love letter between two angels forbidden from being in a romantic relationship (Source Unknown)

A comforting, emotionally reassuring letter from a wife to her wife regarding chronic pain and how much she loves her through it all (Webtoons)

Queerplatonic letters

A subtle "I'm checking in on you" letter (Original Character)

A heartfelt but not mushy "Hey I miss you how are you???" letter (Dialtown)

Familial letters

A comfort letter focusing on addressing hardships the recipient has faced (parental figure) (Transformers)

A "hey I'm checking in on you" letter (Brother figure) (Hellboy)

An "I'm proud of you" letter (Parental figure) (Dr. Who)

A congratulations on the baby slice of life letter (Grandparent figure) (Saw)

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[f-o-and-selfship-club]

The heroic young owl of the stars – Star Striker is gliding above the moon, with the light gleaming across her gliding suit. As she lands her boots to the rooftop of a building, she walks forwards and looks around downtown for anything suspicious in the city, that mostly be involving criminals causing loads of chaos.

Then she heard a laugh, someone laughing maniacally that caught the owl's attention. She looked down as where it was coming from. "Quackerjack... that sinister toymaker!" She responded quietly "What kind of his toy operation is he bringing against Darkwing now?" She quietly thought to herself

The jester was rebuilding his newest toy, chuckling sadistically "Soon that pathetic Darkwing Duck will be gone with a BANG" He laughed maniacally "I'll be impressed when he shows his face once I learn his lesson on underestimating me"

"Oh, my!" She quietly responded in shock. As she hears Quackerjack plotting to use his toys to destroy Darkwing Duck, the owl added "I gotta stop that devious toymaker!" "And there the city of St Canard will be mine for my toys to roll around and cause the chaos I enjoy and it will be my PLAYGROUND!" The toymaker laughed maniacally, bouncing himself.

When the toymaker was turning the wind up key of his toy. Something is distracting him, he looked up of the tall building and sees a pair of light indigo eyes glowing above him. "Huh?" The toymaker sees the figure, he tilted his head in confusion with the bells of his jester hat ringing. "Seems like someone here is watching out my plans" He said to himself. "Perhaps eavesdropping to be exact!" He added to his toy banana doll – Mr Banana Brain in a high pitched tone.

Quackerjack had a smirk on his face. He spotted the eyes of an owl watching him, which that gave him an idea to go check it out. "Aha! I know who this can be–" Quackerjack said with a smirk. But then he sees something thrown but didn't hit him. A yellow star shaped shuriken that hits on the floor. "I am the light that glides in the darkness. I am the shining spirit that brightens your dreams." The owl then glides across the moon, the light gleaming in her body. "For i am... Star— Striker!" The owl glides down and lands herself by her deep blue boots, she then stares at the jester, ready to battle

"Quackerjack..." The owl pulled out a small sword or she calls it 'The Star Blade' and aims it at him. "Well... now look what we have here" Quackerjack faces against the owl heroine with a grin. "A young little star, being feisty to face a toymaker like myself. How adorable–" The villainous toymaker didn't seem to be worried by the young owl and her weapon, finding it to be cute.

The jester duck slowly begins to step towards her, he giggled and he bounces behind Star. "It's playtime!" "You better not be causing trouble now, especially with your toys, jester!" The owl hero replied back to him. "Me? Oh, don't you worry about it, dear star–" Quackerjack said while he is coming towards her. "Aw, now isn't this adorable~ that little weapon of yours." Quackerjack said with his eyes on her Star Blade. "That is quite dangerous for someone so adorable as you, little star~" "I have been taught on using my weapons to save this city from villains like you, jester!" The owl hero responded with stern in her voice. Quackerjack chuckled to her bravery. When the jester gets even closer, he moves her sword down to get a close look at her face.

"My, oh how precious you are my star~ Precious that you might become my new little toy." Quackerjack placed his white gloved hand on her cheek, with one finger rubbing it gently. "My, your feathers are so fluffy." Star hoots by the feel of his finger rubbing her face. "Aw, your small hoots you make– They sound so adorable, my dear star." "I... thanks." She replied to him.

Just then. It now cuts to Quackerjack being defeated by Darkwing Duck. "Gone through his toy business again to try and explode me." He replied. "But Star Striker, thanks for catching to that devilish toymaker." He added to that and patted the owl's head. "Hehe, no prob Darkwing. Star Striker is there If you need me" She chuckled. Though while that, her cheeks went light red after from her encounter with Quackerjack. "What's wrong with your face, Star?" Darkwing asked her, seeing her flustered cheeks. "I-I-It's nothing, nothing really. Just flattered to be a helper with you Darkwing Duck" Star replied, chuckling about it and also rubbing her feathery head, embarrassed.

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[prindearie]

smol #chrolloprince for you all because i very much miss my husband <3

They first meet when they’re children!!

“What are you doing here in Meteor City?”

“I am here to help try and make you and the other citizens feel safe by taking the initiative to change the minds of the government!”

Chrollo, at first, thinks Prinzeya is silly for having such a dream, but soon realizes she’s serious and then comes to the conclusion that she is actually amazing

Prinzeya finds Chrollo adorable and begins to hang out with him whenever she’s able to visit the city (She’s from a royal family so it’s not surprising to him she dresses so properly and looks more clean)

They grow closer as time goes on and she’s soon introduced to the other troupe members

“She’s just your little girlfriend isn’t she?”

“G-Girlfriend? No way! We’re just friends!”

Prinzeya finds his embarrassment amusing and funny

I should reaaallly post my google doc on Prinzeya so you all can to get to know her better, but she’s my insert OC since I am too embarrassed to actually write abt myself + use my own irl photos to get art done of me and him :D hopefully this isn’t weird chat 😭…