#that final letter
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mychemicalbrromance · 1 month ago
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Guys ive been reading peak
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takemetodragonstone · 10 months ago
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liorlen · 1 year ago
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gale origin playthru from astarion’s pov or smth like that
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redlettermediathings · 1 month ago
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sakuravalelp · 4 months ago
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Phantom letters - DPXDC PROMPT
The bats wake up one day to the internet going crazy; people around the world were getting letters from they're diseased loved ones. The reactions are mixed, from people being outraged for the "prank" to people crying in melancholy at getting closure.
All the letters have something in common: They're closed with a green sealing wax that had an stylize DP and the name Phantom beneath it. Posts about the cards were using the # Phantom Letters.
The bats are discussing the viral posts in the cave when Alfred comes holding a basket filled with letters, announcing they were left at the doors. The letters had the sealing wax that they recognize from the posts. Checking the cameras they can see how they glitch before the basket appears.
Alfred starts to distribute the letters that had only one destinatary. Letters from each Thomas and Martha to both Bruce and Alfred. Letters from each John and Mary to Dick. A letter from Catherine to Jason. A letter from the Drake's to Tim, and another one to Bruce.
Once they had calmed down enough from the shock, Alfred proceeded to read the shared recipients. From Thomas and Martha to "The grandchildren we never got to meet." From John and Mary to "the family that took our little Robin in." Letters from Catherine to "My little boys family." The letters were directed to people the deceased didn't get to meet.
As much as the mere existence of the letters tugged at their hearts, they decided to not read them until they verified that the handwriting actually belong to the ones it claimed. They checked each letter, and in the end confirmed the letters were in fact from they're lost love ones.
After much discussion, each person makes the decision to read they're own letters later in private, and they proceed to read the ones that shared recipients out loud. The letter mentioned specifics like names and events that the deceased shouldn't have been able to know, including they're vigilante abilities, which had them pause each time to panic a bit. But what was more interested were certain pieces of the letters that mentioned a Prince Phantom.
"Prince Phantom said to don't mention things past our death, but it wasn't a command, so we're hoping this won't be much of a problem." - John and Mary
"I still can't believe Prince Phantom is letting us do this, but I'm so glad." - Catherine
It finally paints the mystery in a more concerning light when at the end of Thomas and Martha's letter there is a call for help.
"We're sorry for ending the letter on a serious tone, but seeing the kind of job you all get involved in, we wanted to ask: Could you please help Prince Phantom? Phantom had asked us to not give information about this, but he's so young, and has already been hurt so much. Please, check on Amity Park, Illinois."
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Meanwhile, team Phantom has decided that they needed to get the news about the GIW out of Amity and ask for help. Two problems:
the GIW blocks any technological attempt made.
People might be afraid to learn that ghosts exist and side with the GIW.
As a way to deal with the public image, Phantom opens a possibility that the death have never had:
"All afterlives are open to write letters to their love ones that are still alive today. Nothing that includes threats, and don't go talking about the anti-ecto acts or Amity Park yet, we're trying to ease people into our existence first. Also, I know you all check on your love ones when the veil is thin, but please keep the things you shouldn't know out of the letters if possible. If you want your letter to be sent in the first batch, make sure to deliver your letter before the week ends."
Letters are a good way to reconnect people with the death, they aren't digital, and the GIW won't be able to intercept letters if they're send through inter-dimensional portals. Two birds in one shot.
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emetitur · 9 months ago
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boy and heron. 🏹
having some thoughts about this film
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astearisms · 1 year ago
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but it ain’t called love without a little tragedy 🍁
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goxjo · 3 months ago
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⟢ ┈ Thinking about meeting with your criminal lawyer higuruma and telling him your side of the story, but he keeps getting distracted by that shiny little thing behind your shirt
+ cw. f! reader, he calls you a chick, reader wears a skirt, nipple + clit piercing, lawyer / client, semi-public setting, MDNI
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Hiromi leans back, trying to get comfy in his executive leather chair, mindlessly clicking his ballpoint pen as he listens to you ramble on and on about your little case. Whatever it is you're saying, he's certain you're innocent. But as much as he wants to force himself to care, he has since abandoned all hope of understanding your predicament. Because right now, his eyes keep darting back and forth between your helpless puppy dog eyes and that shiny little twinkling bump behind your shirt.
"Are you listening?"
"Mhm, mhm." He scratches his throat, shifting in his seat, balling his hand in a fist to hide and hopefully suppress the little big strain in his pants. "Sorry, go on."
It doesn't help that the golden hour rays point to your plain white button-down. Sure, everyone is strictly encouraged to go by a dress code. But to wear something so thin at a criminal law firm and forego a bra? This chick is nuts. But so fucking ho—
"My eyes are up here, you know."
Uh-oh. He sheepishly scratches the back of his head. It's no use denying it at this point. "Guilty."
"If my clothes keep distracting you," You speak low, slowly work your buttons down, earning a gulp from Hiromi whose breaths have grown ragged and eyes are deadlocked on your slightly exposed chest, "maybe I should just take it off—"
Hiromi hears the doorknob to his office rattle and quickly gets on his feet. "Higuruma-san. Here's that paperwork you asked for—" the door bolts open, "oh, my bad." Hiromi has turned your swivel chair around just in time, one hand behind you forcing you to lower your head, and the other- well- is hidden from view.
"There, there. Everything's going to be alright." Hiromi appears to be comforting you, patting your back before mouthing 'shh, I'm busy here!' to his colleague.
Hiromi watches as his unsuspecting colleague leaves his office, one hand still soothing your back, and the other... fiddling with the silver metal between his thumb and index finger.
"Sorry about that. Looks like my hand slipped."
"Mmm," you hum, corners of your lips upturned. "Think it could slip lower?" You pull on his tie to make him crouch to your level, legs spreading wide open, allowing him to part your panties to the side.
"Fuck me," Hiromi groans against your forehead upon feeling another piece of metal where he hoped there would be.
Needless to say, Hiromi's earned a pro-bono client that day.
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attackoneyebrows · 2 years ago
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that's how we show love.
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cainvstheworld · 2 months ago
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Draft Dodger by Cain Birch
Thank you for all the love on my last poem btw <3
[Text ID: Draft Dodger by Cain Birch. I am a man by most means, mediums, measures. But the law leaves me out; it doesn’t want my boots on the ground, doesn’t recognize my manhood. I’m grateful: that there is no slim chance, no open window or cracked door, that I’ll be shipped off to murder, boxed up to butcher. I skirted the tragedies of boyhood, the relentless teasing and awkward boners, the fistfights and choked-back-down tears. The guilt rains down heavy, like endless rounds of gunfire, that I got off easy, that my knuckles never bruised. I huddled in wait for my moment, patient sniper on the battlefield, my weapon my needle, my ammo my medicine. My target was camouflaged in a sea of crew cuts. The boy bestowed me his boots and haircut; I blessed him with an exit wound the moment I came of age. The guilt dies with the memories that rush thick and fast: phantom knives ripping through my abdomen, rape whistles for Christmas, a self-defense class that taught me how to bring a man to his knees when he palms your breast. Girlhood was a battlefield, and there was no draft. /End ID]
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the-last-butter · 1 year ago
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I hope his birthday gift this year is an Intervention god bless
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elialys · 4 months ago
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FRINGE + Top Rated IMDb Episodes [insp]
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rainboweemart · 23 days ago
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海兵兄弟 ⚓️
Talkative vs Listener
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loronoazoro · 1 month ago
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everyone SHUT UP. This is a The Older Brother From The One Piece Fan Letter fan page from now on
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monstrous-angels · 9 months ago
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Sephiroth when he finds out about Fanfics.
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ancientpersacom · 1 month ago
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Guys,, there’s a love letter pinned to the pinboard. Who could it be from and who is it addressed to? Fic potential…
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