#or the swoopy fancy lettering

[birdiepaws]

soulmate au where its the same but the words (either scentence or name or whatever) is in their handwriting

[skitskatdacat63]

6, 13, and 22!

Thank you for the ask!! I am feeling very talkative and hyper atm so I am very grateful <3

6. (What do you use to keep your place when you're reading a book?)

I have very pretty bookmarks which I really love and I try to use them but I inevitably always forget. So either those, hopefully, or slips of paper, like any paper that's in my surrounding area I'll use. Or just close the book and hope I remember where I was 🫣

13. (13. Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?)

Depends on what I'm writing! I only use pencil for taking notes in class or doing homework, bcs I always inevitably end up misspelling stuff or like just writing the completely wrong thing bcs my brain short-circuited, and I cannot stand leaving it wrong, yknow? But anything else, like jotting down stuff or my F1 note keeping lmao, I love to use pen. Pen just feels so swoopy and smooth and fun to write with and I'm very dramatic with writing(because learning Russian cursive is just permanently in my brain and handwriting now), and pen is fun bcs you can be very dramatic with it, if that makes sense?

22. (Iced or hot drinks?)

I guess somewhat depends on the weather? But cold drinks mostly! I drink a lot of hot coffee at home but if I'm out, I only drink cold drinks honestly. I am the type to buy and drink a frappuccino or something iced while outside when it's literally freezing out 😭

[bokettochild]

I absolutely love fics that give all the Links different written languages.

BUT

For the ones that don't...

Who do you think can or can't read/write cursive? I firmly believe that Wind's grandma taught him how to read it, but he never writes in it so he can't without double checking certain letters multiple times.

Ooh!

Yes, Wind is quite proficient in Hylian cursive! He and Aryll actually both are since Granny doesn't really use anything else except back when she was first teaching them how to read, and even then, her letters are all swoopy and graceful (they love that). He reads it well, but his handwriting is still awkward and crooked (JoJo had it overlapped onto Warriors'). Aryll spends more time writing things down so she's a bit better than he is, but only a bit.

Four is familiar with cursive, since he spends a lot of time at the castle and most of the royals use it. he can read it well, and he can sort of write it, but Blue finds the excessive loops to be ridiculous and while Red thinks they're pretty, it's too tricky to do all the time, so only really Green uses cursive, and only when split. Vio likes how it looks, but he writes to get things down, and he thinks too fast to care about how his writing looks (it looks like chicken scratches).

Legend is also quite used to cursive, and he can write in it, when he takes the time to try. Most of the time, he's like Vio and just trying to jot things down, but if he's writing a letter or a note to someone, he tends to at least try and make it look nice, and cursive does a decent job of that. I'd like to note, also, that since he's a bit of a book collector too, Legend is very good at reading even the crappiest of handwriting, not just cursive.

Hyrule hasn't got much expose to written materials, but most of what he has seen are old books with the gilded letters and the like, so he doesn't even know cursive is a thing until Aurora introduced him to it. He's not very good at reading it, and definitely can't write with it, but he's getting better.

Wild might have been able to write in cursive before he lost his memories, but he doesn't any longer. Most of Hyrule doesn't bother with cursive, not even Flora, since she, like Legend and Vio, has only the intent of writing things quickly and no longer has anyone to tell her to make it look nice. Purah and Robbie are the same. Sidon and the Zora do use cursive, but Wild doesn't really care enough to try reading it, since most of the time anything they bother to write is just official mumbo-jumbo to him anyway. He does have rather neat printing though!

Sky can read cursive, as can all the students at the academy, but he prefers to print things out, because it's easier and he was always a rather lazy student. Zelda feels the same way, but Groose actually has the best penmanship out of them all (he wanted to be better than Sky). They can all write cursive, but again, Sky never cared to practice enough to make it look very nice, so he sort of struggles to do it.

Twilight on the other hand! Twilight has the fanciest gosh-darn handwriting out of the whole chain! Since he's a total book nerd (look at his house), I'd say he's probably been exposed to all sorts of handwriting, and as a kid decided he would make his handwriting look like the stuff in fancy books. Ulli helped him to learn, and he now writes with a very neat hand indeed. Most of the time he prints things, to save time, but this man could be a calligrapher if he so chose! He really likes to do those embellished first letters like in old books, and while sometimes he gets teased about it, Shad may or may not have asked him to help with some of his publications because of his skill.

Warriors has very neat handwriting, but unfortunately, cannot read or write in cursive. I'm a street-rat Wars truther, so this man probably only recently learned to read in my take on him. He makes sure his handwriting looks nice, but cursive is a bit too much for his needs. Soldiers don't get sent things with cursive most of the time, so when he does, he can usually just ask Impa to help him read it, as it's usually in regards to an official frivolity anyways.

Time cannot cursive. Malon can, but she's not very good at it either (reading or writing). Time doesn't care to learn, Malon doesn't really care to improve, and the only way to get Time to even try would be to tell him he could use it top mess with Wars.

[coriolanussnowswife]

𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 | 𝐙𝐮𝐤𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 ~ 𝚃𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍.

Word count: 1295

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛

Narrator's P.O.V:

The drive to town is peaceful, it always is. With the music playing on the radio and Aurora shutting up for once in her life it's basically heaven on earth.

But then you get into the town.

Don't get me wrong you love living so close to the capitol of the Fire Nation, the dense variety of people, the fresh food, the festivals, and just the culture in general, but it can get a bit chaotic at times. It's a very bustling place. People always seem to have somewhere they need to be immediately.

Today seems like a chiller day, the weather is perfect and people seem to be calmer than usual. There are only a couple of people that you can see from your line of vision, an older couple, a mom and two children, and an old man walking with a cane.

You park on the side of the street and pull your keys out of the car. You gather up all your stuff and place it in a tote bag you brought. You step out of the car and close the door behind you, walking over to Aurora.

"Where do you want to go first?" She asks while slinging a bag over her shoulder.

"We should go to the boutique," You respond. We can't exactly afford it but it's fun to see.

"Ok!" she responds eagerly and starts skipping towards the boutique, she's always loved the town and is practically begging you to take her every day, and we do end up going most days.

You pick up your pace to catch up to Aurora who is about a block ahead of you now and we come to a stop. You look up to see the familiar swoopy letters spelling out boutique in fancy cursive on the sign above the shop. Aurora walks into the shop and the bell dings above us as the door swings open. "Welcome in you two!" the shopkeeper says as Aurora briskly walks from dress to dress examining every single one with care, "Good morning Miriam," You wave at the older woman who runs the shop. She has gray thinning hair and a bony frame but somehow is still glowing in her old age.

"Any new shipments?" You ask while leaning against the front desk. Miriam has gotten used to our visits at this point and doesn't seem to mind when we don't buy anything.

"I got some new dresses for some of the girls to wear during the prince's choosing of his spouse." She shakes her head, "About half the girls in the city are going to be dressed up for him, the other half couldn't care less!" she lets out a small laugh at this. "I wouldn't either, I already told Aurora but being forced into a marriage isn't exactly as glamorous as the books make it out to be," You look back at Aurora who is now trying on different hats in the mirror. A smile spreads onto your face before you turn back to Miriam, "There's just so many factors that could go wrong. Not liking them, them being abusive, cheating. It's too much to even think about,"

"You're always looking on the darker side of things when it comes to a relationship Y/n, you're always such a bubbly person but when it comes to relationships you only think of the worst-case scenario, why?" She leans against the other side of the counter giving you a look that says even if you don't tell me I'm going to find out, she always does.

"Honestly I'm not completely sure, I've heard so many horror stories about guys who have done crazy things in relationships. One time a girl told me her ex snuck into her house and lived under her room in her basement for a whole month before they found him!" a hint of worry flashes across your face even thinking about that.

"You do know that those things don't happen as often as you think right? People tend to focus on the bad  things and lose the good along the way." She looks into your eyes before walking around the counter and placing her hands on your shoulders, "I'm sure that whoever you end up with will be great." She says with a reassuring look on her face.

You nod your head slightly and look up at her, "Thank you, Miriam." You say a small smile on your lips.

She lets go of your shoulders and turns to Aurora and walks over there to start talking to her. You tune out their conversation and go over to some of the dresses on the rack. You're flipping through them when a pearly white dress catches your eye. It's floor-length with bits of see-through fabric flowing down from the side and sleeves of the same material.

The dress:

(If you don't like it imagine something different.)

You pull the dress from the rack and walk over to the mirror holding it in front of your body. It is perfect, everything about it. It's the perfect length, color, fabric, everything. You do a spin still holding the dress to your body and the fabric flows like something from a storybook. You run your hands over the silky fabric before placing it back on the rack where you found it, sighing.

You turn away from the array of dresses and to Aurora and Miriam, Miriam holding a dark red dress in front of Aurora and looking deep in thought. A slight giggle comes out of your mouth at the scene when you see Aurora reaching for a completely different dress than is held in front of her. You make your way over to them and just stand to the side to watch the scene play out.

"No no no," Miriam scolds Aurora "this one will go better with your color palette." She knocks Aurora's arm back to her side but she raises it up again.

Aurora starts whining "But Miriammm, that one is prettier!" She points to a light blue dress and reaches out for it. "No, not for you." Miriam slaps her hand away again. You walk behind Aurora and put your hands on her shoulders, "She's right you know? That dress would look better on you." You peek out from behind her to look in the mirror. "Fine! Fine..." She mumbles begrudgingly.

After a couple more dresses are shoved in front of Aurora we tidy up the place and say our goodbye to Miriam, exiting the shop. You follow Aurora into an old antique store where we look around for a bit at different trinkets and other things. While we are in the shop you hear some girls talking about something that catches your attention.

"Who do you think the prince will choose to be his wife?" The girl on the left asks, she has long blonde hair and brown eyes and is wearing a gown.

Probably from Miriam's.

"Probably one of those stuck-up rich girls that go to school with us." The girl next to her says while rolling her eyes, they both look about 17. Too young to even get picked by Prince Zuko.

Before you can hear the rest of their conversation Aurora grabs you by the arm and drags you out of the store, mumbling something about the shop owner. You're not paying attention until she taps you on the shoulder aggressively obviously trying to get your attention.

"What?" You ask, whipping your head around to face her.

Oh god...

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𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜:

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜:

[msookyspooky]

- Sidney would be very neat cursive. It's in a straight line with even sized letters and her English Teacher would be proud.

- Tatum would be swoopy and dots her i with hearts once in a while. She usually does print it just swoops together so much it almost looks like cursive and her teachers definitely scolded her for it because they can't tell if she's doing very fancy looking print or very basic cursive. (It's just fancy looking print)

- Randy does print but uses cursive patterns for his y's or l or d and tends to think faster than he can write so his letters can vary in size or position and sometimes they get too close together. He has a habit of making his capital ketters too tall.

- Billy is very dramatic with his writing style it has rigid yet swoppy letters that cluster together. Does cursive most of the time but certain letters are print and sometimes you can read it sometimes you can't. It's not necessarily sloppy but it's not easy to read. Also, a common handwriting style among serial killers. Example: Ted Bundy, James Holmes, John Wayne Gacy

- Heavy handed af. Does print because he hates cursive and only ever signs his name in cursive. His letters are different sizes, his words are spaced unevenly and it's legible but sloppy. He really drags the lines dramatically extremely straight; his y is sharp looking like he's attacking the paper with his pen. Another common handwriting style with serial killers. Example: Zodiac Killer, Jeffrey Dahmer, David Berkowitz

- Dewey has very basic handwriting and is light handed so his letters are thin. All the letters are the same size and spacing but it goes upwards even with lines on the paper. Print mostly until he has to sign something. He does use cursive though if it's an official document or report he's righting

- Gale has the most fancy cursive of them all. It's even and her letters make big dramatic loops. She credits it to years of journalism and endless documents to sign. Always writes in cursive because she feels print makes her look like an amateur

[cobrakatharsis]

got possessed to write something based on johnny being called chozen’s dog in s5, and my own subsequent comment that chozen should put a collar on him, so here’s chozen doing exactly that

1.2k words, established chozen/johnny/daniel, chozen/johnny focus, implied d/s dynamics, implied n/s/f/w, bottom + sub johnny, mentioned crossdressing/johnny in lingerie

—

there’s a giftbox on the bed when johnny gets up there.

he feels a little spoilt knowing that that’s not altogether unusual - there’s fairly often gifts left out for him all over the house from both of his lovers. he’s very familiar with all of the different fancy lingerie and clothing gift boxes that the different brands use - and which brands daniel and chozen each favour thanks to that - but this box is different. it’s smaller and a bit taller than any box that could be holding a lingerie set, unless the set’s all folded up, and johnny wonders for a moment if it might be just panties.

thankfully, chozen enters the bedroom behind him in that same moment, footsteps seemingly intentionally audible so johnny knows he’s there. clearly announcing to johnny that he’s got an audience for this gift’s unveiling.

“hey. ‘m i allowed to open it?” johnny asks teasingly, half-genuinely just in case chozen wants to wait for daniel, but chozen nods graciously to the box.

“of course. for you.”

the box is black and decorated with rich silk ribbon bound into a neat bow at the top, and from it lies a fancy embossed leather gift tag of a company name and logo - equally fancy - johnny doesn’t recognise. his name’s on the other side of the tag - well, just “johnny” embossed in swoopy, curling lettering - and along with chozen’s words he takes it as open invitation to lift the lid off the box and set it to the side on the bed.

chozen’s hands touch his waist in the same moment he sees the contents, and the warm, strong body pressed to his back certainly adds to the shudder that runs through him at the sight.

a collar, resting neatly in a bed of black tissue paper. it’s finely crafted, deep red leather with luxurious-looking black padding on the inside, and beside the shining golden buckle there’s a D-ring with an engraved circular tag attached.

removing one hand from johnny’s waist, chozen reaches out in front of them both and lifts the collar out of the box, holding the tag still with a thumb so johnny can read it.

DANIEL A. LARUSSO

戸口長善

the sight of daniel’s name makes johnny inhale, and the kanji beneath makes him pause for only a second before he recognises the familiar characters of chozen’s name too.

ridiculously, he feels his eyes burning immediately as he stares at the neatly engraved lettering. he wants to reach out and take the collar, feel it in his hands, but he knows his hands are trembling so he keeps them at his sides.

“what,” he says instead, voice as light and easy as he can make it, “no phone number in case i get lost?”

chozen lets out a soft breath against johnny’s neck, maybe amusement, and perhaps he understands johnny’s plight because he moves his other hand from johnny’s waist to the collar to unbuckle it with easy motions. it leaves johnny stood in the circle of his arms, feeling chozen’s chin just barely resting on his shoulder as he works, careful with the stiff leather.

“don’t need phone number,” chozen declares once he’s gotten the buckle loose and the collar spread open between both hands, once again completing the circle of his arms. his voice is soft and warm. “if you are lost…me and daniel-san come find you.”

with steady hands he raises the collar to touch the front to johnny’s neck, the engraved tag hanging right between his collarbones, and johnny can feel it so keenly as he shakily swallows again. he looks away from the empty box, unable to handle it as the collar itself is put on him, and in doing so he - finally? - notices daniel stood in the doorway, dressed in his work clothes with a look in his eyes so warm as he watches them that it makes part of johnny want to scream - especially when it only turns warmer when daniel notices johnny’s attention. a smile joins the gaze as daniel approaches, meeting johnny’s side just as the collar’s buckle closes and johnny’s breath is stolen by two of chozen’s fingers sliding firmly beneath it, checking the tightness.

“大丈夫 です?” chozen asks softly.

“yeah,” johnny just barely manages to whisper back, voice shaking. he’s half terrified it’ll crack, but daniel’s kissing him - soft and firm and full of gentle passion - before that can happen, doing that thing he does where he holds johnny’s waist and moves his thumb up and down, and it does what it always does, makes johnny feel safe and loved and held.

the collar has both of his lovers’ names on it - it’s a claim from both of them, a sign that they both own him, together - but johnny knows that it’s chozen’s gift, belied particularly by chozen alone presenting it to him.

the collar is chozen’s version of the thumb-waist thing. it’s chozen’s version of the house daniel bought and welcomed johnny into that they’re all standing in, chozen bridging the gap between all the years daniel knew johnny and knew chozen but chozen and johnny didn’t know each other.

it’s chozen solidifying to himself that johnny is here. that he is chozen’s too.

chozen’s arm loops around the other side of johnny’s waist again, the side not occupied by daniel’s hand, and chozen presses a kiss just above and then just beneath the collar on the back of johnny’s neck, and then finally a soft kiss to the collar itself. it sort of feels like he’s sealing it, which johnny quickly dismisses as a stupid thought, but when chozen’s arm tightens around him it’s with undeniably more tender vulnerability than chozen usually ever shows.

“i love you,” johnny tells him softly, because he really does and he doesn’t know what else to say in this moment, and he feels chozen’s forehead fall to rest against the top notch of his spine. he doesn’t say anything, but the collar around johnny’s neck says everything, and johnny can’t help but smile - stupidly - when chozen’s arm around him tightens once again into a hold and starts dragging him towards the bed.

daniel laughs at them, kindly picking up the empty box and moving it to the top of the dresser before they can crush it as they fall onto the sheets, chozen holding johnny firmly beneath him and seeking his lips out for a searing kiss before he begins his assault on johnny’s neck around the collar.

“i love you both,” daniel tells them, and johnny manages to choke out some approximation of “love you too” as chozen’s teeth sink into his collarbone. blindly, he reaches out across the bed in the vague direction of daniel, and daniel finds his hand to hold it as he settles to sit on the mattress. johnny tries to pull him closer, tries to drag him into involvement with the way chozen’s diving beneath johnny’s shirt, but daniel doesn’t move. he stays where he is, holding johnny’s hand and watching.

“i’ll have my turn,” he assures johnny, that warm smile on his face again, but when johnny gasps a sharp moan it turns steadily into something hotter and harder. “first. i think chozen should get to enjoy how perfect you look, in that beautiful collar he bought you.”

and chozen does.

—

translations

戸口長善 - toguchi chozen

大丈夫 です? - daijōbu desu? - informal/casual way of saying “is that okay?”/“are you okay?”

[cognitosclowns]

hey this might be a weird request but do you have any headcanons about everyone's handwritings? thanks!!!

OOH THIS WAS SUPER FUN TYSM,

all sfw!! Program used is (here)

OKIE ILL TRY TO KEEP THIS SHORT BC I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS FOR DECADES BUT :

OKAY on debated giving her,, Super Pristine Writing because she seems to have everything together

BUT

It's implied that she used to be a reporter? SO <333 I WANTED TO GIVE HER SMTH A BIT MORE,, SNAPPY <3.

Quick but legible! She's used to having to write down a lot of info vvvv quickly, so she kinda had to adapt on the go and WHABAM <3

LIKE,,, if she NEEDS to, ofc she can have Really Smooth, Pretty Writing,, but,,,, nah she likes to stick to Old Reliable sndmsnd.

OH and she absolutely knows shorthand. Anything of her's that,, doesn't need to be read by others is gonna be in shorthand <3

OH COME ON <333 THE TRIANGLE A'S I COULDN'T PASS IT UP. Not only efficient but,, On Theme smdsnd

Took reference from ep's 2 and 4 where we got to see her write!! She <33 seems to like Big Clunky Letters

NOT DIRECTLY RELATED BUT,, she types so INTENSELY DEAR GOD. VV fast, VV loud - everyone assumes she’s mad but,, nah she’s just efficient smdns

She much prefers typing bc,,, her handwriting can never keep up with how fast her thoughts are going?

EY SAME N'S AS REAGANS, PICKED THIS MOSTLY BC I LOVED THAT PARALLEL.

He gives me the vibes of smb who,, writes SUPER HARD but also vv fast?? It makes an audible sktch-sktch-sktch and leaves an indent on the page underneath. 

<3333 UNCANNILY clean, to the point that it looks typed out

HE ALSO,, writes like 3d printer?? like he doesn't go letter by letter - to an outside observer, he makes this Very Quick Diagonal Scribble Motion, and somehow it creates Pristine Writing. (absolutely unecessary, but he delights in unnerving ppl)

OH AND DON'T THINK FOR A SECOND that this man wouldn't do,, the most Dramatic, Swoopy handwriting when signing things. Just to be a showoff. Little bastard smdns.

*vague gestures* business

OH but just <33 very loose-wrist handwriting. He signs so many things,, all the time,, oughe he absolutely has a Ganglion cyst or like,, carpel tunnel. By the end of most nights its just an,, Up-Down-Up-Down zig-zag.

he used to have a Super Swirly signature but,, eventually it just became a loose scribble

OH he probably had,, passable handwriting but his coordination is dreadful post-surgery

SMDNS DOESN'T HELP THAT,,, HE ABSOLUTELY SKIPPED MOST OF THE PHYSICAL THERAPY HE SHOULD HAVE DONE.

It isn't that he can't write, it's just difficult to get the letters as precise as he used to and that has a habit of frustrating him? So then he writes even worse and it becomes a kerfuffle

if he's patient tho and gives himself a singular break its pretty clear!!

A hint of Fancy Yancy, but it's loosened up a bit as he's gotten older and distanced from his Private School Years!!

OH he absolutely journals <33 nothing too fancy - a few photos he's printed out, mostly of The Gang, little things around Cognito that he appreciates, etc!!!

Ofc he could do all that online but,,, the act of writing everything out forces him to take his time with it? and really thing through and appreciate the memories he's writing down? eaoughe <3

This font was chosen for the kindness of it's smile and I'm not ashamed to admit it

TENTACLE MAN WOULD HAVE SHIT HANDWRITING. IF HE GAVE HIMSELF HANDS IT'D BE EVEN WORSE.

Truly deeply madly please never ask him to write down anything for you it will only end in pain. 

He both does not listen and does not care about most things that ppl are saying and OOFE THATS A RECIPE FOR DISASTER SMDNSD.

LIKE SURE ITS VAGUELY comprehensible but overall??? no smdnsmd. If he's gotta record smth he's 1000% gonna prefer oral dictation - he can speak a mile a minute when he wants to!

He's on Every Drug All At Once All The Time sdmsnd there's no way he has clean hand writing

I feel like it also,, wobbles a lot?? Full on ~~~~ across the page, and instead of correcting on the NEXT line, he just follows that same curve??

OH and he has a horrible habit of overestimating how much he can cram in the margins. There's never enough space, he's gonna end up overlapping into stuff he's already written and hate himself in the morning when he's gotta re-read it-

DESPITE ALL THIS? He does like writing stuff by hand most of the time - it kinda helps ground him? He has a bad habit of getting,, TOO caught up in his projects. When his hand starts cramping, its usually a good reminder to stop.

The only time he sticks to typing is when his tics are being A Pain In The Ass bc,, he doesn’t want to bother with having to scratch stuff out over and over again lmao

[getreadytosmash]

Next batch for the Gamma Corps! Crying because half of the characters in ur season 3-4 fic haven't been ever shown in recent media or HatAoS and do not evenfucking vet me STARTED on Gwen, who has only ever appeared in like. 3 issues. Ever.

Betty and Emil...good army brat writing pals ksksns she's got big swoopy letters and Emil makes his shit quick (also it just hit me that this man...he let's tiddy show 😳)

Carmillla CAN write fancy but....fuck that noise snsns reveals in simple bitch writing and I dont blame her

Lyra is like,,,wants to be quick but also has been taught the correct way of being cursive and takes time to not be messy

Hiro writes well but like...only because Red King ordered for them to be taught good writing and reading as basic skills

Gwen is only a year old rn! Simple! Baby! Also fuck me WHY has she never been shown again I need a more modern version of her!!!

[sxftkxssxs]

Handwriting headcannons :)

Characters: The brothers + Diavolo 

Warnings: none

Genre: headcannon/fluff? (If you wanna call it that)

Lucifer

Extremely fancy/neat

It’s only fancy when writing something important or to Diavolo 

Don’t let him see mammon writing on anything important 

He might cry from the sight or beat some ass

Mammon

Slightly sloppy? 

I don’t think he’d be the worst one tho

His sloppy so he can write faster lmao

He might try to write neatly when it's things he needs to remember? 

Doesn’t last long at all

Levi

He writes? 

No but seriously he probably won’t write anything down unless he needs to for classes

But he’s the middle ground of mammon and lucifer

No he will not write this essay on paper teach,

Satan

Very neat

Unless lucifer is watching or it’ll be important to lucifer

Then he’s writing as sloppy as possible

After their whole body swap incident it calms down slightly 

But only a little bit 

Asmodeus

Fancy! 

Swoops and cute hearts everywhere!

He makes it obvious the demon of lust wrote it

But when he’s writing little notes to you i might be less swoopy and more hearts

Beel

Again, Does he write??

He will write but no promises how itll turn out

Depends on how hungry he is

If he’s super hungry it’ll be impossible to read

Satan tried to read it once and could only read a few letters

He can write kinda nice when he’s not starving 

Belphie

Doesn’t write

No teach, I will not write this essay

He only wrote a few times in front of everyone else and

It was basically just the comic sans font

No he will not write any differently he is comic sans font forever now

Diavolo

Hear me out, middle ground between sloppy and fancy

He’s only gonna really try when it’s paperwork he has to sign or write on

Please help this man, he doesn’t wanna write fancy lucifer leave my prince alone

He will pout if he has to write fancy outside of the paperwork and even then he’s not happy to write fancy bc he don’t wanna be professional

[inimoo]

Operation: Eradicate the Homoerotic Energy Between Our Dads

Chapter 1 - The Phone Call Chapter 2 - Sam, Henry, Clara, and William Chapter 3 - Aunt Jen's Letters Chapter 4 - Caught in the Act Chapter 5 - Graduation Chapter 6 - Planes and Cars Chapter 7 - Wrinkled Polaroids Chapter 8 - "I'll have your babies Charlie. Platonically." Chapter 9 - A Tree Room Chapter 10 - Blueprints from 1968 Chapter 11 - Samantha Adeline Rogers

Summary: Michael overhears his father calling Uncle Henry 'babygirl' and is mortified to a point where he enlists the help of his best friend Charlie to attempt to eradicate all forms of sexually charged tension between their dads.

In hindsight, they probably should've just let them makeout.

Aunt Jen has black hair, dark blue eyes, and a sharp but kind face. The two of them look nothing alike. Charlie has brown hair and green eyes like her father; a stark distinction to her aunt’s. And her features all allegedly belong to her mother/ That’s all she knows about Aunt Jen really. Her letters are written erratically like she’s perpetually in a rush but she always includes little smiley faces and lots of exclamation marks in her letters. And of course, every one of her letters are signed with an abundance of tiny hearts around her long and swoopy signature after she declares her never-ending adoration for her niece.

Michael hovers over her shoulder as she takes out a pencil and paper from the drawers of her desk and puts the point against the surface.

“How do we start this?”

“Maybe you should say hi first,” Michael supplies and Charlie nods in agreement.

“Hey… Aunt… Jen,” Charlie says as she writes down the same words onto the page. “It’s me Charlie-”

“Wait,” he interrupts, “You didn’t write the date.”

“Why do I need to write the date?” she asks in annoyance but she flips the pencil around to start erasing.

“I don’t know, maybe if she doesn’t get it quickly she’ll feel bad and reply fast.”

Charlie’s eyes raise for a moment as she considers it. She writes the date in the opposite corner - ‘ May 31st 1985’

“Moving on,” Charlie mutters, rewriting the greeting, and continuing in her monotone voice, “I was reading your last letter and I was thinking that I could visit you for a week or two. I’ve never been outside the state before and it would be better if I came over at the beginning of the summer break instead of the end.”

Michael nods, “That’s good.”

Charlie lets a small laugh slip out of her mouth at the comment, “I was also wondering if you wanted to meet Michael Afton. You’ve heard of him, right? His dad is William Afton and his mom is Clara Afton - I think dad told you about them.”

Michael moves a bit closer to get a better look, his head is practically resting on her shoulder and she nudges him away slightly at the sensation of his breath on her neck. She’s very ticklish - it’s her worst weakness.

“Anyway, we’ve been best friends since we were born so I want to bring him. If that’s okay with you. He’s a good person I swear.” Charlie writes and can’t help but chuckle along when Michael snorts.

With a swoop of her hand, Charlie finishes off the letter with an exaggerated, satisfied smile “Signed, Charlie Emily.”

Charlie’s signature is significantly less elaborate than Aunt Jen’s but is somehow miles more fancy than Michael’s. It’s small, neat and pretty but she adds a smiley face on top of the i’s, ‘to add personality’ she says when he asks her about it.

She inserts the letter into the pink envelope to her side and entrusts it to Michael to doodle on top of which he is more than happy to do for free but she gives him a wad of gum as a small compensation. Michael beams down at the stick and gladly takes it from her with a wide grin and falls back onto Charlie’s pink bed to chew his new gum and doodle to his heart’s content on the envelope. Charlie watches in amusement for a second before glancing down at a picture on her desk.

It’s a bit counterintuitive that she still keeps it around despite her heart clenching whenever she looks at it for too long. She supposes that it’s a small comfort to her - something that keeps her from forgetting his face. Her dad has both Charlie and Sammy in his hands, all three of them laughing as the kids blow out the candles of their birthday cake together. She’s wearing a frilly light blue dress and he’s wearing dark green overalls over a striped green shirt - Henry says she picked out both of the outfits but she can’t recall that part.

Charlie remembers the day they took the picture; it was her ninth birthday and in extension, Sammy’s (they were twins after all). It had been an… eventful day to say the least. Henry promised to make them a few new animatronics just for them to use and even William had brought the two of them a present for the first time since they were five.

On a worse note, Sammy had the most demonic friends a nine-year-old could encounter. She’s surprised that they managed to befriend a boy like her brother -he was a thousand times sweeter than them, taking on their dad’s personality.

She doesn’t really remember much that happened after 9 PM - she’s both glad and annoyed by the fact.

At 9 PM, May 13th 1977, Sammy was locked outside the pizzeria. He’s found dead two hours later and the party is called off. Clara takes Charlie and the kids home and tells them that they can watch 3 Women until Henry and William come back.

She doesn’t remember the moment Henry tells him that her brother was killed - she does however remember hiding under her blankets for hours, she remembers sobbing into her pillows with her doll Ella beside her, she remembers Michael hesitantly knocking on her door after he finds out what happened to Sammy, she remembers hugging him until he started crying with her. Sammy had been Michael’s friend too - the three of them were inseparable.

Henry doesn’t ever make those animatronics he promised.

Charlie finds her eyes going dry and she realizes she’s been staring for too long. She blinks, rubbing her eyes with a groan and glancing back at Michael again. He’s still doodling on top of the envelope she gave him with a focused expression, occasionally opening his mouth and redirecting the gum to the other side of his mouth to revive the strawberry flavour. He’s surrounded by pink; pink walls, pink pillows, and pink blankets. Charlie’s room hadn’t changed since she was 11 and she was moving out for university next year so she didn’t bother renovating it last minute even if her favorite colour was green now. There were only four more days of school left.

When he was eleven he refused to come into her room claiming that it was way too girly to even stand in. He continued to defend that statement until Evan’s death.

Michael’s entire personality seemed to change when his brother died. He became reserved and introverted, preferring to stay away from crows. He threw away his beloved foxy mask and took up the habit of saying sorry even when he didn’t mean it and then he threw away the pack of cigarettes that Evan had been asking him to get rid of for months onto the side of the road.

In a way, he became a nicer person, but the cost of that was unmeasurable.

-

Henry, to the dismay of both Charlie and Michael, got to the letter first. Charlie finds him sitting on the couch with Aunt Jen’s signature bright blue envelope. He looks up with a questioning expression when Charlie walks in. It’s the next morning and it’s honestly unfairly early to be having this conversation. Charlie stands awkwardly at the foot of the stairs and has a mini staring contest with her dad for a few seconds before their attention is diverted away by the front door opening and Uncle William appearing, a firm grip on the arm of a very annoyed Michael.

She snaps back to Henry with an incredulous look, “You told Uncle William?” she mouths at him.

He shrugs his shoulders in response with wide eyes and thinned out lips, “What did you want me to do?” he mouths back.

William and Henry exchange quick glances and a curt nod before sitting down together. Despite the nicknames, they still weren’t on the best terms, especially after Elizabeth’s death.

Michael, free of his dad’s hold, immediately goes to stand next to Charlie and they look at each other nervously. It’s a bit surprising she responded in two days and they were not at all expecting it.

Charlie shifts uncomfortably under their fathers’ stare, she takes a step back so that she’s leaning against the staircase.

“Charlie, sweetheart,” Henry starts and even by those two words she knows that this conversation is going to be long, “You do know that you can’t just ask people if you can visit them without asking me?”

“Yeah,” she answers quietly, avoiding eye-contact. Every time they have one of these conversations she feels like a little girl and it’s not a nice feeling. “I’m sorry.” She figures if she apologizes he’d leave her alone faster.

“I would’ve let you if you’d ask me.” Henry says and she raises an eyebrow.

“You’ve never let me out of the state.” Charlie reminds him, suspicious.

Henry glances at William for a split second then back to her, “I was worried that it’d be… dangerous.”

“Why would it be different this time?” she asks.

“You’re seventeen - you’re old enough to take care of yourself,” he tells her, then he looks at Michael who nervously smiled back, “Plus you asked that Michael come with you. You two are safe together.”

They both wonder if he’s lying on that part - Basically, every injury the two of them have ever got was a product of one of their stupid plan going wrong. But maybe he’s thinking of something else.

“On the other hand…” Charlie cringes, waiting for the inevitable blow, “You can’t bring Michael outside the state without permission from his father.”

Yup, there it was.

In their defense, they were going to tell them when they got the reply back. They couldn’t exactly just leave for California without telling them; plus, they wanted to bring them too to keep an eye on them. Without the presence of their kids they didn’t even want to think of what the two would do.

“I was going to ask him,” Michael supplies, stepping in front of Charlie subtly (a habit he learned from back when his siblings were alive). Then he looks at William, “I swear I was going to. I just wanted to know if she was going to say - “

“And you didn’t think to tell me before you sent the letter?” William asks, his voice low and drawn out, “Honestly Michael, why do you ask me why I don’t let you out of the house?”

Michael’s brows furrow. He was lying - William didn’t want him to leave the house because he didn’t want him to go to Charlie’s or the old locations. Not because of whatever he was saying.

“It’s for your own good.” he tells him, and he looks so sincere that he almost believes him. But he knows his father well enough to know that he’s good at putting on a show; he didn’t think he’d put in that effort in front of Henry and Charlie.

“I’m seventeen, father, I can stay safe for a while without you - “

“You know what’s interesting?” William interrupts, his voice raising slightly but still enough for Michael to fall silent. “That’s what your sister said. That’s what your brother said too. That’s what your mother said when she first got sick.” he stares at him with his glassy formerly bright blue eyes. “I’m not letting your naivety get you killed.”

The room is deafeningly hushed as everyone’s attention turns to see what Michael’s response would be. He can feel his throat closing up and his hands shaking behind his back. His father was a sick man, but he was smart.

“I was going to ask if you’d come with me,” he says slowly, his hands clasping onto each other tightly, “Because mother always said we’d go back to visit California one day.”

“Your mother is - “

“Dead,” Michael sighs, “Yes, I know. But I still wanted to go - to honor her memory.” Or something like that. It wasn’t a complete lie but Michael still felt a bit guilty using his dead mom as a cover-up for their operation.

William rolls his tongue on the inside of his cheek, a habit he shares with his son, and stares at Michael with a contemplative gaze as if he was analyzing every part of him from his slightly upturned eyebrows to his almost desperate gaze. Then Michael realizes that this has happened before, he remembers it.

It’s the day after he finds out Sammy dies. He was nine years old and gripping his foxy mask in his left hand with a basket of paper and crayons in his right. Wide, bright blue eyes stare up at his father in pleading.

“Please let me go father,” he begged, clasping his hands together, “I just want to talk to her. You can come with me if you want.”

And he doesn’t agree. In fact, he looks down at him with disdain like he was nothing but a nuisance to his peace and quiet. Michael decided after a moment of standing in place in shock as his father steps away into the living room that he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care what William said - he would go and talk to Charlie.

Michael returns two hours later and isn’t allowed to leave his room for a day. He still returns to her house the next, and the next, and the next, until William stops caring.

William in the present moment lets a breath out of his nose and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Whatever - go, I don’t care.”

“What?”

“Go on your little trip Michael,” he says in a monotone voice, “I won’t stop you. Just don’t do anything dumb.”

Henry looks to William. “Are you not coming?”

“Don’t tell me you are.” he replies, sending a glare at him, “Don’t you know how busy the pizzeria is in Summer?”

“We have a management team for a reason William.” Henry stresses, shifting himself in his seat so that’s facing him. “And you haven’t been to California since-” he falters for a moment like he was catching himself before making a mistake, “You haven’t been there since college. And Michael’s right, Clara always wanted to show him the place.”

William stares at him with unblinking glassy gray eyes and everyone watches with bated breath for his response.

“Fine.”

[todaysdocument]

Map of the Location of the United States Road Between Zanesville & Columbus, 12/22/1825

Cartography enthusiasts: is this now U.S. Route 40?

File Unit: Roads, 1784 - 1890

Series: Civil Works Map File, 1818 - 1947

Record Group 77: Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, 1789 - 1999

Image description (1): This map shows two sections of the road, including an aerial view that shows how the road goes around hills and over streams, and a corresponding graph of the elevation of the road.

Image description (2): An enlarged view of the title of the map, which is in fancy swoopy letters and reads “Map of the Location of the United States Road between Zanesville and Columbus / Surveyed under the Direction of Jonathan Knight, Commissioner, Drawn by Jos. [illegible], Surveyor”. 

Image description (3): An enlarged view of a section of the map, which shows the route of the road as it leaves Columbus, crosses some blank paper, and crosses Alum Creek. 

[avasghost]

the OC handwriting tag game

thank you @pens-swords-stuff for tagging me!

i’ll describe the handwriting of the four main sisters in Crane Anatomy:

ISOBEL

Isobel’s handwriting is very small and neat. She writes pretty slow because she’s usually not in much of a hurry to get anywhere, but even when she is rushed her handwriting is surprisingly neat. Handwriting is one of the only neat things in her life, unintentionally. Even though the letters are neat, they’re so tiny it can be hard to read and the spacing between the letters is larger than usual. The letters aren’t slanted at all. She tends to start writing in the middle of the page, and so her writing is often cramped to the right side.

PIPER

Piper is one of those people who’s handwriting is constantly changing. Even though she’s very laid back and never has to get anywhere, she writes very fast because she hates it. The letters are usually connected and quite messy, usually quite big and rounded, though not always because her handwriting keeps changing. One thing that stays the same, even when her handwriting changes: she always twirls the hooks on ‘g’ and ‘y’. She’s been doing this since she was little because she likes the aesthetic. She also can’t write in straight lines to save her life, and her writing tends to go all over the page.

IRIS

Iris’s handwriting changes depending on whether it will be seen by other people or not. She probably keeps a secret journal, where the writing is slanting and quite messy, but when she’s writing something that other people are going to see, her writing has no slant and is quite tall and narrow. Out of any of the sisters, she’s the most likely to actually know a lot about graphology, and knows her natural, messy writing may reveal certain things about her that she doesn’t want her family to know. She’s very secretive as you can probably tell, and likes to make her writing as clean as she can just in case someone else knows about handwriting and calls her out on something. Very paranoid.

MARGARET

Margaret’s writing is quite swoopy, letters with small bodies and long tails. She doesn’t try to make her writing fancy, it’s just naturally fancy. She writes very lightly, and quite fast, and prefers to write with colored pens because it pops more. Her letters are usually open, because her hand moves quickly and she’s not paying attention. Letters strung together like cursive, but spaced out more than normal.

I’ve never thought about my OCs handwriting before, but this actually helped get a better understanding of them as characters, which is always nice!

If you’re reading this, I’m tagging you. No pressure of course.

- Ava

[nighttbound]

Casca: ✍♿⚠

Random Headcanon Meme!

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

Compact with swoopy strokes. The arcs of the letters are very...stylized? Pronounced?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

Nothing big but he's had his share of 'did I literally just run into a table' type ones. Or running into walls. Or corner posts. Or--

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

Casca is prone to getting nervous but he so, so hates the feeling of panic so much that he avoids it as much as he can. He's the sort of person who will be absolutely terrified but is calmly trying to settle someone else down, or talk to the perpetrator (if there is one) to understand what's going on. If he's caught in a dangerous situation, his method of handling it is trying to create a plan or carefully work his way out so nothing gets worse.

[mystiika]

@manticxre​​ asked: Eunsoo shuffles out a small, gift wrapped package. "Um...merry Christmas?" her statement ends in a question as she slides it over: it's a set of cat-eared headphones that glowed with blue light when plugged in, "Wasn't sure what to get you, so..."

        ❝ merry christmas to you too! & you know it doesn’t need to be anything fancy, right? you could get me a piece of gum & i’d be happy with it because it came from you. ❞ there’s no hyperbole to be seen, he’s too genuine for that. but, regardless of his assurance, there’s still some excitement in his face at the prospect of something a little larger than a some juicy fruit. the layers are torn away one at a time until he’s left holding a pair of pale pink headphones. the blue glow featured on the box was yet to be seen but he’s more than pleased. ❝ i mean i know i mentioned needing some new headphones on a stream a while back but man these are sick ! ❞ there’s a wide grin on his face, & he gently places his new gift back into the box so he can pull eunsoo in for a hug. it’s one that lasts probably a little longer than she’d like but forgive him, he’s enthusiastic. ❝ okay, your turn now ! ❞

   it seems a little less impressive compared to his gift from her, but it’s a card in a rather nice looking white envelope, eunsoo’s name written in pretty, swoopy letters. inside is a short heartfelt note about his favourite moments with her in the last year, & a paper the length of the envelope & have the width that looks like a poorly drawn ticket with the words  ❛ trip to venice beach, all expenses paid ❜ written across the middle.

         ❝ i wasn’t really sure what to get you either but i figured it’s been a while since we went to the beach. the weather’s cold enough that you’ll be comfortable in your sweater & there are some cool christmas lights up all around the pier. complete with dinner at a place of your choosing & as many tries at the crane game as you want. ❞

[lichfucker]

[image description: 6 photos of an order from Die Hard Dice. photos 1 and 2 are of dice, photo 3 is of a small purple velvet dice bag in my hand, and photos 4-6 are of a handwritten card.

photo 1 shows 5 sets of dice all lying together on dark grey fabric. the first set are moonstone dreamwalkers, a set of slightly translucent dark grey dice with blue and purple iridescent swirling inside. the colors shift at different angles and in different light, which is difficult to capture in a photograph. the numbers are inked in white. the second set, luminous chrome, are translucent clear dice filled with iridescent glitter and small wisps of pale blue and pink, with the numbers inked in black. the third set, moorland sprite, are a glittery translucent purple inked in gold. the fourth set, luminous koi, are similar to the luminous chrome ones in that they’re translucent clear dice filled with iridescent glitter, but the wisps of color inside are bright teal and orange, and the numbers are inked in gold. the final set in this photo, void crystal, are translucent black dice swirled with blue glitter. the numbers are inked in silver.

the dice in photo 2, which are pictured in my hand, are glittery translucent green inked in gold. the dice bag in photo 3, also pictured in my hand, is small, made of warm dark purple velvet. the drawstrings are a brighter purple cord. at the bottom of the bag is the Die Hard Dice logo in grey, along with text that says “Die Hard Dice.”

the hard is written on thick white paper, with photo 4 showing the front of the card and photos 5 and 6 showing the written message on the inside and back of the card. the front of the card says “Tess,” my name, in a large, fancy, medieval-esque font. the letters are black, accented in pink to make them look 3D. the message inside is written in indigo, and the handwriting is extravagant, all-caps, with swoopy letters (specifically Ts, Rs, Ks, Ls, and Qs) that run off and intersect with other words.

the message says, “Hey Tess - Thank you so much for your kind words. It’s been hard to see friends no longer here. That said, the castle still stands and signs indicate that we’ll weather the current siege just fine. I see that you’ve come to the armory to equip many of your valiant heroes. Rest assured, we have something for all of them! May they lead you to many new thrilling heroics to come! - Chris [smiley face]”. end id]

yes this is already the world’s longest post BUT I ordered a bunch of dice from die hard bc their dice are gorgeous and in the order comments I wrote a little note thanking them for all their hard work (I know they had to lay a bunch of people off because of the pandemic, which is awful) and telling them a little bit about some of the characters I wanted to use the dice for, and as a treat they sent me the green set, the dice bag, and the card as a free thank-you gift!! I wanna cry they’re so sweet. I’d been looking at getting that green set for avriel (pls go listen to the birdhouse mysteries) but had decided not to, so they must be divination wizards (the shade of purple of the dice bag is also my Favorite Color). anyway my hoard grows ever larger and I grow ever stronger

[queermil]

ok sorry if this is super random but one thing i just super fucking admire about your gifs (besides the *everything* bc damn girl the coloring the layering the punch-you-in-the-gut text *fuck*) is that you always use such pretty, swoopy, dramatic fonts and like, im always terrified of using those types of fonts cuz i worry they look tacky but yours never ever do they always look so graceful and glamorous and beautiful and i just like super admire that about you and i needed you to know

chasing this is SO SWEET 💗💗 and honestly, such a mood. i went for a really long time afraid to use big swoopy fonts because i thought they looked tacky and ridiculous, and i couldn't figure out how other graphics people managed it!! until eventually i said: "fuck it" and just used them because i love them and i want to put poems on gifs in fancy lettering. the secret is to just say fuck it.

(and also use Drop Shadow. idk why but it just makes text-on-gifs work for me??)