de2thletter ; a low activity + private iconless multimuse roleplay account brought to you by chai, she/her, 25. all muses featured on this blog are headcanon-based, canon divergent, and/or rewritten. in character activity primarily running on a queue. character roster + rules are under the cut. click hyperlinks in muse’s names for bios. click for footnotes ( scroll to the bottom ). pinterest. musings dump sideblog. you can also find me here ; @slaymetal .
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rules.
all headcanons / original character stories are mine. please do not steal. header image found here + banner image found here.
sexually explicit content will not be featured or written.
i don’t write / participate in any holiday-specific threads, and ships or plots in which there is cheating involved.
trigger warnings will be tagged “trigger //”. if i miss anything, please remind me and i will rectify it promptly. please tag your usfw and jumpscares !
i do enjoy plot heavy threads the most. but, that mostly means the more we actively discuss things, the more i can understand how to move forward and the more invested i get. that’s not to say i can’t do one liners or don’t enjoy the random scenes we want to try, but it’s a primary preference to discuss plots at some length. also, it helps me get to know you as a writer and what you prefer as well!
muses on the request list are a random grab bag of muses that you can 100% interact with. i just don't feature them heavily on the blog, so they're on a separate list / i have fickle muse for them / they're originally intended to be written for a specific partner. please, feel free to interact or bring them up in plotting !
romantic shipping isn’t always guaranteed. meaning, i would like to be taken out to dinner first. meaning, discussion before we ship is preferred, so we can see if we also have good writing chemistry. there may be exceptions, such as if two characters have history / canonically romantically attached, but still having a little discussion won’t hurt! in addition, many of my characters are written as demiromantic / aromantic. so, at these times, heavy plotting or platonic ships are best suited.
CHARACTER ROSTER AS FOLLOWS ;
request muses found here!
original characters.
aurora bautista. fandomless. librarian / professional letterwriter. eva noblezada.
dahlia crane. stranger things-adjacent. emma dumont.
florence. fandomless. gun for hire. gwen stefani.
friday lukas. fandomless. rory culkin.
nina liu. dc-adjacent. fashion company ceo + arts/arms smuggler. fan bing bing.
otorobashi akai. fandomless. pirate captain. sakurai atsushi.
preston james. fandomless. hacker. sofia boutella.
ricardo de la fe. fandomless, hancock-inspired. private investigator. oscar isaac.
the knight. alice in wonderland, mixed lore. adria arjona.
* hi, so i did end up remaking ( i’m so sorry in advance for remaking yet again…. ) and i’m pretty much done setting up, but i just don’t quite feel like being here yet so i’ll start following from there at ,,, some point in time.
archiving today ! but, i’ll grab drafts / some of the memes i owe. in the meantime, you can continue to respond to anything you already plan to and then i’ll just take it with me to the next blog. but if you want to wait, that’s cool too. whatever you’re comfortable with.
* hi, so i did end up remaking ( i’m so sorry in advance for remaking yet again…. ) and i’m pretty much done setting up, but i just don’t quite feel like being here yet so i’ll start following from there at ,,, some point in time.
LETTER RECEIVED, @de2thletter. — i don’t think i’ve found treasure on this planet that has compared to your beauty. other treasure might be bought, but you, my wife, are priceless and precious.
𝒫𝘈𝘓𝘌, 𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙, 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘈 𝘓𝘐𝘓𝘠 𝘋𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘕𝘌𝘋. — she who death accompanies. dark strands tumbled o’er shoulders, skin reflecting argentum ‘neath moon’s gleam. fingertips trace jawline, ever-gentle & ever-languid. love nestles itself into heart, muscle & tissue all: etching within each atom & each particle. layer of tears glaze hues, lashes raising upwards. palms find jawline next, thumb swiping circles along cheekbones. onto tippy-toes does she lift herself, higher & higher 'till lips may find his own. ❝ the gods have not given me much, ❞ confession falls as whisper, half-broken, sob stifled. ❝ but they have given me you. that, in itself, is & will forever be enough. ❞
His brain must short circuit when she kisses his thumb, because it’s certainly what it feels like. Of course she’d match his boldness with her own. And now he’s thinking about more than kissing, brain running away from him with a gleeful grin, hypothetical and tantalizing images dangling from its fingertips.
This wouldn’t be the first time he’s gone up to a girl’s place. But it’s entirely different. There’s no heady rush to make some sort of transaction, getting what they both want and leaving on slightly more than amicable terms. It’s a slow, tender relearning, rekindling, of friendship on the road to more. And he likes that. And hot chocolate.
“Yeah,” he nods, looking over her with utter fondness and something more. “I’d love to come up. But something first –” Eddie leans into her, tilting his chin down, angled toward the lips he finds he can’t drag his gaze away from. He touched them, now he wants to taste them. To soak up her sweet smile into every pore of his being. “Can I kiss you?”
chrissy’s always wanted to be like those types of girls she’s watched on tv screens or observed in real life with their boyfriends, who teasingly thwarted their advances and coyly batted their lashes. it was like being innocent, doe-eyed sandra d. longing to be leather-clad sandy at the end of Grease. but, with his gaze drawn down towards her lips like that, it stirs within her a wave of want that she can’t think fast enough to contain.
before she knows it, she’s matching his movements, tilting her head upwards and rising on her toes to meet him halfway accompanied by a soft, murmured ‘yes’ that manages to escape her before her lips meet his. and, it’s within that singular kiss that all the waiting and all the yearning that’s happened in between not seeing each other for years and unexpectedly meeting again pours out.
chrissy gravitates closer, pressing to him while her arms go around his neck. she doesn’t want to let go and the edges of her mind go a little bleary under the influence of his deepening kiss, fingertips finding the collar of his jacket and curling tightly around it. but, at some point, one of them pulls back and the soles of chrissy’s flats return firmly to the ground. “ -------we should... i think we should head up now, don’t you think ? ”
❝ hey, listen. it’s REALLY not that bad, i promise. ❞
" -----you don’t have to make me feel better. if anything, it’s making me feel worse. ” max sighs as she picks up the broken pieces of the project. “ i’ll help you fix it. i ---- wasn’t planning on going to third period anyways. ”
on her heels she rocks, forwards & backwards — pure excitement exuding from her very being! she simply cannot hide the joy that exists within her … nor can she hide her nerves. flushed cheeks & wide eyes, perfect picture of pleading: “akai, my dearest husband who i love with all my heart….. can we go to the new life festival? we won’t stay too long, i promise!!!”
watches her from peripheral, feigning ignorance to her excitement as he scrutinizes the maps spread out before him. only when her question comes does he turn fully, cheek resting upon fist. eyebrows scrunch together in a show of pondering over her request. akai thinks himself perfectly capable of resisting those big, pleading of eyes of his wife’s, likes to believe himself immune to such expressions. and, he would prove that ability another day. for now, he takes her hand, lips brushing over delicate knuckles and down to fingertips. “ i was just about tired from all of this planning. i suppose i could take you wherever you’d like for however long. ------would that make you happy, treasure ? ”
she’s been behind the wheel plenty of times. not legally, but at least she gets the gist of how the brake and the gas work, and that when it’s in neutral or park then the car won’t necessarily go. you know, all the important shit. but, it sure doesn’t feel like it when her foot slams down on the gas, sending them into an abrupt level of speed that only slows down when her heartbeat somewhat matches up with her breathing.
still, it’s exhilarating. thank goodness, she’s grown those last few inches this summer; eyes reaching over the steering wheel and not having to press her chest against it just to reach the pedals.
“ to answer your questions, yeah. i’m old enough... well, almost. but, i just saved your ass, so does it really matter ? ” she smirks, peering over at the older girl sitting in her passenger seat. “ old enough to know how to hotwire a car is old enough to drive. and, as for madonna---- my mom and i used to dance to like a prayer all the time. i think this car has an aux if you wanna hook it up. ”
at the offer of helping each other, she nods slightly—despite both not being qualified to do so. But it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t need to be technical. it’s for both of their sakes. no one will ever understand why they’ve been through. they are each other’s last hope. “ we might not have the title of therapist but…we can understand what we face every day. ms. kelly can’t. ” her voice cracks by the end of her sentence and she swallows down the lump in her throat.
“ talking with her is too…overwhelming. careful. i can’t say the wrong things or she’ll tell my mom…and then she’ll send me somewhere. ” her finger tug at a loose strand on her uniform. you need to take better care of yourself. she could already hear her mother’s voice if she saw it. the deep judgement behind her words.
concern immediately colors the redhead’s features, bright blues that match chrissy’s own widen at the implication. it takes everything in her to hold back from breathing out her disbelief, that her mom would actually go as far as to send her someplace. then again, should max really be surprised ? worse has happened in this town and she’s witnessed her fair share of both absent and domineering familial figures.
“ that’s shitty. ” comes lame response, fingertips fidgeting with the foam around her headphones. it didn’t matter what they felt in the long run because she doubts the public school system, most of all hawkin’s meager resources, could figure out how to handle a bunch of teens who actually needed help. but, it’s not like max has been taking any of the help being offered.
“Wait a sec– Hey!” Before she can finish her thought, Erica is kicking up dust with her bike and leaving Max behind. She can’t help but laugh, astonished and amused all at once. Max drops her board to the ground and starts rolling in her direction, pushing as hard as she can to gain speed. Cupping her hands over her mouth, she shouts ahead, still pumping away on her skateboard. “So not fair!”
laughter continues to tumble forth from younger sinclair, breath growing more labored the faster she pedals. “ didn’t say i’d play fair ! ” she rounds a corner and slows down a bit as to not topple over onto the sidewalk into someone’s dried up lawn. up ahead there’s an intersection where they could catch their breath. slowing to a stop at the crosswalk, her hand slams against the button. “ phase one down. point for erica the great and zero for mad max. ”
