#hidden letters

[mmmm-burnt-eggs]

The most normal of pictures

Very normal

[tintatpapel]

I used to cringe hard when seeing something like this on facebook but now I don’t know what changed or maybe this perspective goes along with getting older but now I look at it with nothing but fuzzy feelings and nostalgia. I’ve long lost contact with this friend of mine but this post brought back memories with them. She was such a great friend to 11-14 year old me.

I don’t remember writing this though, but reading through the comments brought context. I probably wrote this on the cusp of being 12 or just after my 12th birthday, apparently I wrote it as per her request about her and her crush. I don’t remember ever writing it but I’m 100% certain I was thinking about my crush when I wrote it haha. I may or may not still like and think about the guy yeaaaaaars down the line with absolutely 0 communication ha.ha.ha. Help.

It never made sense to me how I came to love literature and poetry but looking at this now it started early. I don’t even remember my parents ever reading a book or quoting literature or poetry. The first book I ever read that I 100% chose to read out of interest were the HP series when I was 11 after begging for my parents to buy it but my dad resolved the matter by downloading pirated pdf copies of the series for me. I never owned physical books (aside from those required for school) until other extended family noticed I liked reading books and started gifting it to me in my late teenage years.

From a child who was shamed for not knowing what the word “Religious” meant at grade 3, I grew up to love discovering new vocab each day and writing stories and poetry. I also grew up to have such a strong faith for our Heavenly Father and Yeshua. How ironic.

If by some improbable chance, this friend stumbles upon this:

Hi! I hope you are doing just as well as I have been seeing on your socials. I am proud and happy for all you’ve accomplished and for the woman you grew up to be. I may or may not reach out to you after this. It really has been way too long since we’ve last interacted. Since I see that you’re doing well in your life, I will not disturb it but know that you have impacted young me so much in terms of my standards in gaining friends along with others in our friendgroup just by being a good friend. Thank you so much ❤️

[eechytooru]

IT IS SPOOKY MONTH IT IS SPOOKY MONTH

I DREW WALLY IN THIS OUTFIT FOR THE FIRST TIME AND IT WAS SO MUCH FUN TO DRAW HEHEEHEHH

The little silly guy being a little demon, such a charmer! How he can be so scary?

Anyway, have a wonderful morning/evening/night and remember to take rest! Drink enough water and take care!

[lxmelle]

Those letters for his students was like Gojo’s way of showing consideration for them.

That’s what Geto Suguru, the “Gojo translator”, would say to them, if he was there.

I mean, there was a reason they were best friends - Geto understood him the best. He helped him learn how to (and the importance of) connecting to others - how to not be lonely.

It was the same in the scene with Kuroi. Right before he shouted for Gojo over the time, he just instinctively knew how to connect with Gojo and helped others with sympathising with Gojo.

I didn’t play the JJK game but I think the undercurrent dynamics is similar. Their bond. The exclusivity. Love. The whole breakup was about their friendship. The change the new generation got was also due to the path forged by them. As it stands, Gojo is shown to be largely misunderstood and nobody aside from Yuta has shown much affection for Gojo. Maybe Yuji ... to some degree. But I digress.

Maybe it’s an unpopular opinion, but considering how Geto-centred Gojo’s GIGA Character book was, he was likely influenced by Geto’s strong protective love for his “family”.

It makes sense to me that Gojo thought it would be important to put the students’ minds at ease with any thoughts/questions about their family. Hence the letters to help tie up loose ends.

Megumi was shown to be thinking about his father, whin he assumed was out there somewhere. Even if he didn’t want to know, there is a subconscious level of unfinished business from thinking this. And to know that Gojo killed him, may have helped him realise that his sensei had his back all this while. He was worth protecting all this while. That chapter of his life can truly close.

And just how bloody typical of his sensei, who has no “delicate-ness” about him!

As a sensei, and as a person, Gojo always protected others from his own personal concerns. He and Geto both stubbornly lived & fought “alone” because this was just their belief as the burden of the strongest = to protect others. The line was drawn and Gojo only ever wanted Geto to understand him, hence his conversation in 236. Only ever needed Geto by his side: hence his only complex was Geto leaving him behind.

We see this in how Shoko felt distant from them both. Stating in her inner monologue how she could never love either of them, but she was there - insinuating what they had between them was not something she could give (love) but her friendship was there if only Gojo let her in. And we see it in how, when she tried to connect with Gojo post-unsealing, by including Geto’s body as someone to be retrieved, he was a bit taken aback, starting his sentence with a long pause “……...” and keeping it simple / not elaborating (だな - it’s like the equivalent of a “yeah” but implies agreement).

Also, the fact the students and others can joke and call him an idiot, etc. means he really hid it well. Gojo protected them all. (As a teacher and adult should, I guess.)

I’m reminded of this scene.

Geto helped Gojo empathise & “not bully the weak”, but to also consider what else may be important... even if they may not think so themselves.

Until they receive what they thought they didn’t want, only to realise it was what they needed after all.

Cuz… y’kow: people (especially children) don’t always know what they want or need.

Sometimes what you want isn’t what you need. What you need isn’t necessarily what you want.

Gojo & Geto lived through that too... didn’t they? On so many levels… wanting, needing, denying, losing, yearning. Carrying their burdens they had nobody to share with. Making decisions on their own. Giving to the other a piece of their heart. Sacrificing themselves. Accepting each others loneliness as their own. Thinking they were better off loving the other by being apart.

The painful lessons that shaped the way for the new world. Children given the protection from The Strongest Sorcerer of the Modern Era. Granted a world with fewer curses for 10 years due to the Strongest Curse User.

Children who had adults to guide, protect, and care for them.

Children who do not have to be killed for the mistakes of others, who were forced to commit sins, or for being born a certain way.

I think every single sorcerer who were adults helped the kids in some way. The layers and layers of this story is just... overwhelmingly beautiful.

Much remains to be seen now. I’m worried that Yuta will have to live in Gojo’s body and that Kenjaku’s eerie words of Yuta being “the next Gojo Satoru” will extend beyond that battle.

People on X seem to be speculating whether a world without curses will exist (going back to jjk 0 and Geto’s ideals). What of the barriers without tengen? Some question reality as we are being shown - is it an elaborate dream? Hm.

I hope for the plant/flower trio at least... Megumi and Yuji can use their shared tragedy as vessels who committed sins to bond and support one another. Nobara is a great buffer and heroine in her own right. Their dynamics are really amazing. Independent, yet so bonded.

I’d love to see Gojo & Geto at peace. I guess whatever happens, chapter 236 is a bit like salvation. And doesn’t Megumi’s smiling pic (above) look similar? If these two smiled as if they had no regrets , we can assume Megumi smiled sincerely upon receiving the letter, too.

As long as Gege doesn’t do anything to change it.

Please please don’t. They deserve a reward for their hard work and sacrifice!

[sleepzsharkz]

Take better care of yourself instead.

[ticklingtimetickstotest]

Just wanted to share this song with you.🤍

[mugsys]

skating rink<33

(i spent 4 hours on this and ik i was too lazy to color the bg but it better get notes..))

tumblr fucked w/ the quality..

[capefoxalix]

A Map of Strictland and the areas around

No one ask me how long this took to make.

[generationlossupdates]

-> Boo! You've got any update!

A new video has been uploaded to the GenLoss channel!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

if you would all allow me to be delusional for a moment - so i went back to staring Very Hard at the neighborhood map and. um. well. im chucking my marbles out the window! as always take all of this with a Hefty grain of salt!

i thought i saw a weird pixel in Frank's window so i zoomed in. then i took a screenshot, and fucked with the contrast/brightness settings. and uhhhhhh

UHHHHHH

FRANK??? HELLO???? HE'S IN THERE? i'm pretty sure im Not seeing things bc that is definitely a vague gray tube-outline with a yellow spot in the shape of Frank's nose. hidden in the dark. and i might be seeing things but in the pane next to his face it kinda looks like his hand is on the window? but! Frank's in there! what the fuck!

so naturally i slowly scrolled through the neighborhood Zoomed The Fuck In. obvi there's nothing in Home's eyes, and Barnaby's & Sally's single visible windows(?) are closed. I couldn't find any out-of-place pixels in Julie's or Poppy's.

but! Eddie's kinda freaked me out a little! look at this shit!

on the top left pane... are those fingerprints pressing into the glass? and in the lower left, is that a fucking Face peering out? a creepy ass face that almost looks like some sort of mask? there seems to be another Shape in the upper right... another face perhaps?

and then there's the weird window shine in the lower right (along with maybe Another face...). it almost looks like a string of letters. there isn't a single pattern/design like that anywhere else in the neighborhood. what's up with that....

oh and also, just went back to double check the post office's display window

there seems to be another face - all the way to the right in the darkness. judging by the shape of the paler (yellowish?) pixels between what must be eyes, i think that's Eddie. and i think i see ears and a hat... not sure though. this one is really tough to see but it's There

(side note: Eddie is totally fucked, isn't he? between the faces(?) and hands behind his door, Home sitting in his display, and the hyacinths by his building, the emphasis on his memory (or lack-thereof) in a project that is, in a sense, About memory... i'm concerned! and eating it tf up! hell yeah lets get funky!)

now i couldn't see any, like, concrete Faces or anything in Howdy's store. but! you can kinda see inside! observe~

in the big open window, you can kinda make out some sort of container on a counter and what might be shelves or a kind of brick pattern. and then above the 100% sign... hold on are those fuckign Eyes? lets take a look zoomed in & without the image adjustments!

yeah those uh. i think those are eyes. Wally-esque eyes peering out of the darkness. though they also mildly remind me of eyespots on insect wings. butterfly eyespots, perhaps. inch resting indeed...

WAIT I LIED!!! there DOES seem to be another string of letter-like symbols in the neighborhood, not just the post office's window shine. now it could be just a wild coincidence, but at the same time it seems kind of... purposeful. like that's not normal shading/coloring.

check out the blue window border on Howdy's Place, next to the apples. the lighter blue pixels seem Arranged. i think i see a clear N, and either an R or a P... along with some other symbols that i don't recognize as anything. the lower ones look kinda like faces? what could the top one be? is any of it anything or am i looking too hard?

in short: they're watching us watch them and there's way more to the map than initially meets the eye....

(edit: i've added a reblog w/ the images outlined! badly outlined but a clearer View of what i see nonetheless! + some notes on more little things outlining helped me notice)

[spitblaze]

when heterosexuals do literary analysis of works in which queerness and the persecution thereof are major themes which they just completely skip over or call 'confusing relationships'

[pareidolla]

hunted? for the thingy thing ? ive liked your thoughts about him so far :))

ohh hunted, the certified darling. i really like him a lot, and i find it surprising he was the most unpopular voice until broken overtook him and bumped up to the second place. i suppose the reason for this is that he's more "forgettable" than actively despised, as i've only ever heard one person express their disdain for him. i'm hoping pristine cut shines more of a spotlight on him and beast cos they really deserve it!

speaking of bumping up, i really think once i sit down and begin studying his character properly he'll officially be one of my favorite voices. he's darling tier right now, yes, but i feel like i don't quite grasp understand his character yet. theres many reasons i want to though! first, the voice johnny sims provided him is so soft and lovely, one of my favorites. aecond, i'm so interested in his place within the long quiet and tbe narrative. third, the wild routes my beloved.

and listen, i would never hurt him⸻bro deserves to sit on his farm petting all his sheep⸻but wild? his parallels with opportunist??? i'm biting, i'm biting, i'm BITING-

[velvetjune]

Dead Letters | Control

[ladynoirfanao3]

Here is my entry below for @verabraun-art's WTIYS challenge (congrats on 5k followers!) to write the best letter to Ladybug, with the twist of keeping the author hidden until the signature at the end.

Can you figure it out? Also, see my daughter's bonus entry at the end, it's quite funny!

Dear Ladybug, I know it must be strange receiving this letter. You must be what, twenty-one or twenty-two right now? I tried to pick a good time to bring this to you, but you know how wonky time travel can be.  And I realize I probably shouldn’t be doing this at all, but Bunnyx hasn’t swooped in yet to stop me. She actually let me use the burrow to get you this, so I have to believe that it’s worth bending the rules. Because I can’t handle never being able to talk to you about your identity as Ladybug ever again.  When I learned that you first received your miraculous when you were fourteen, it blew my mind. All that responsibility, and you were just a kid?? And on top of that, you couldn’t even share your identity with your partner? Geeze, I told my partner who I was the first time we met. Granted, I’m not dealing with anything close to what you went through fighting Monarch. It’s hard for me to fathom you having to deal with all of that, and mostly on your own. And then I learned everything, all of the amazing things you’ve done, and we can’t even talk about it in my time. Because not only did you take on the responsibility of wearing a miraculous, but you also took on the mantle of Guardian.  Guardian. At fourteen?! Not just anyone could do that. And you succeeded! So that’s why I wanted to write you this letter; I’m sure you have heard variations on what I want to tell you plenty enough in my present time from those who eventually found out your identity, but you’ll never be able to hear it from me, because I learned the truth too late. Of course I’ve always looked up to you, but I never knew about this huge part of your life, and it kills me that I can’t sit down with you and talk about everything that you did. I hate that relinquishing your Guardianship caused you to lose your memories. And we aren’t even allowed to mention the miraculous to you, because the magic won’t let you understand. Which is why a part of me will always despise Master Fu for choosing you in the first place. But I suppose I get it. Who better to save the world than Marinette Dupain-Cheng?  I shouldn’t be telling you all this, I know. But hey, I’m not revealing your whole future! I know it must be hard to hear that you’ll lose your memories, but I’m guessing you already knew it would come eventually. I do want you to know that you are not alone when you go through it. It isn’t the result of a villain, or anything that you’ve done, but merely some unfortunate circumstances I won’t go into. Mostly, I want you to take what I tell you and hold it close in the coming years in between, and know just how much I will look up to you. Even though you won’t be able to tell me your secret until the end, I hope it brings you comfort that I will know, and that I think the absolute world of you for it. You have always told me how proud you are of me, so let me do it now: I’m so proud of you. You are amazing, and I only hope I can follow in your footsteps in a way that would continue to make you proud. Yes, I’m the new holder of the earrings. Don’t worry, I didn’t take over the Guardianship. I did try — but of course, Dad wouldn’t let me.  Anyway, I wanted to tell you I love you, and that you have done — and will do — an incredible job. Your (future!) daughter, Emma

[llamagoddessofficial]

For the baker boys, what if reader tried out a new recipe one day and just absolutely butchered it. Destroyed. Came out awful. And this isn’t the first time. She’s tried to get this right so many times and simply can’t seem to get the hang of it. I can see sans “teaching” her how but really just flexing, red teasing, and skull eating it and straight up lying to her face that it’s good.

Funnily enough, it's not unusual for Mc to try a recipe and completely fuck it up. She just isn't blessed with the gift of baking.

Sans: He's generally more accepting of the fact that baking just isn't her strong suit. She appreciates his honest approach, he doesn't try to turn her into something she's not. He can always tell how she's feeling about her attempt at cooking ending so terribly, and he responds appropriately- when she's not bothered about it and clearly finds it all funny, he cracks jokes and pretends to die from eating it, making her laugh until she's crying. But when she's genuinely upset that yet another cake came out underbaked, cracked or burnt, flat or misshapen, generally inedible... he's calm. He doesn't quip or push.

... Usually, he asks her to make him a complicated coffee. Pulling it off flawlessly makes her feel a lot better.

Red: He's one of those bakers who can look at her failed creation and instantly know what she did wrong. She has no idea how he tells so quickly. A single glance, and he's got her all figured out. "you opened the oven while it was cooking, didn't you?" "... Y-yeah. Just once..." "doll. that takes all the air outta it." Unlike Sans' more 'live and let live' approach, Red does his best to teach her some tips and tricks if he can tell she's open to it at that moment. Don't open the oven while it's baking, wait until your ingredients are room temperature, put a lil' drop of lemon in your eggs to make the meringue whip faster... Red's got the magic touch of someone who knows exactly what he's doing. When they cook together, she's much less flustered and confused, and everything winds up great. Plus, baking is a perfect time to flirt.... though if he says 'nice buns' again he might get a spatula to the jaw.

Skull: It's a real effort to get Skull to not eat what she bakes. When she makes something crap, she has to either hide it or literally run for it, because Skull will have some. She doesn't understand why he'll turn down nice store sandwiches to eat whatever hot garbage she pulled out of the oven.

... There's a few reasons. A big one is not wanting to waste food. But honestly, it's mostly because he really does like what she makes. Her cakes, though not exactly a visual treat, are full of her emotions and labour. He loves her so much, and her food is like an extension of her. It doesn't matter how bad it tastes because as soon as he chews it he feels warm knowing it's hers.

... He also wants to show her that no matter how bad she thinks it is, just because it's imperfect doesn't mean it's impalatable.

Someone will always like it.

[voluptuarian]

13 days of witches: the witch-poisoner, La Voison

"...let me have / A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear / As will disperse itself through all the veins / That the life-weary taker may fall dead." — William Shakespeare

Louis XIV, "the Sun King," is in his ascendancy, while the aristocracy continues to revel, Icarus-like, in their dwindling power. Against the background of their contest, Catherine Deshayes, "La Voison," merchant, midwife, and fortune teller, reaches the zenith of her own, less official, influence. Rising from humble beginnings, she has become wealthy and powerful providing her services to the dissolute upper class as a sorceress and poisoner. Now her vast network of agents, allies, and clients spans the breadth of society-- including, perhaps, the king's own mistress. At the hands of La Voison or those of her many underlings, inconvenient relatives are dispensed with; love potions find their way into the cups of unwitting suitors; arcane sorceries are worked at unholy masses; an attempt is made even on the life of the king himself. Eventually the reach of the poisoner-witch extends too far, and the Sun King's agents seek her out. But even the arrest and execution of La Voison herself is not enough to stamp out her ring of crime; her allies are myriad and in low places, and while many are caught, more escape through their inconsequence; the grandiose status of her customers, however, proves too much even for the king, and the case of the Affair of Poisons is officially closed to avoid bringing unbearable scandal down on the nation.