# 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐂𝐃𝐓𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐂. an independent, highly selective multi muse of several canon characters from within the mcyt universe. taking from sources such as ; dsmp , qsmp , trsmp & more. ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑎. ( they/any, 20s, usa )
-> mun can also be found over @punzooo, an ask and rp blog for c!Punz and a few alternative versions. best place for some low-stakes interaction but it can get serious over there too.
🐑Their fingers are light, fleeting almost. Delicate in the way they barely even brush against the other's cheek. The phantom hybrid's fingers are cool to the touch, just about everything of the other was cool. But the other, they were warm- hues of orange, yellows and reds... She wanted it to be more. They wanted to put a face to the name, to the voice that had all but become one of the most important people to them. He's just about to pull their fingers away when Quintas speaks up, giving them confirmation. She had been about to take back her words, worried that they had somehow offended or upset the other. But with their given consent... Their fingers slowly moved along their cheek, their other hand coming up slow to gently take the other part of their face within their hands. When the other asks them to be careful, a soft smile graces their features as they give a small nod.
"Of course... Just... please let me know if it gets to much? Since I know touch can be overwhelming."
Their fingers move carefully along their cheek, carefully moving upward; gently falling the curvature of their bone structure. A soft hum left him as they took their time, going slow as they focused on committing each detail to memory. They paused once they reached the other's hairline before gently trailing his fingers down along the sides of their face to feel along the lower half of their face. Soon enough, she's done; her hands just gently cradling their face between her palms before withdrawing from her face completely. Mainly since he knows that, that was probably a lot for the other.
♠️ Q is so proud of himself for not flinching more as the hand moves across his face. There are almost moments where his lungs start to tighten, but he manages to breathe through it. He finds he can hold it together before the flips in his stomach can impact his composure. "Of course," he lies. As bright and chipper as ever. It would be admitting weakness and outright childish to not be okay with this. Thankfully the word doesn't feel the need to come up until the hand is already moving away. The strange mix of sweet and overwhelming is just starting to tip over into a jittery anxiety when both of her hands come back into his view.
For a second, he misses the cool touch. For another second, he's so grateful that he could almost collapse into a heap. He likes touch, just not there.
He tries not to deflate too much. "What'd you think? Am I as handsome as I've told you?" He starts, mostly as a joke. He truly was vain at heart though, and he'd be over the moon if the other at least told him his face felt soft. He reaches out for the other's hands. "Touch," he gives a quick verbal warning before grabbing them in his own. His thumbs find their way to Aspen's knuckles. Despite Q's hesitation before? Aspen is someone he'll happily hold any day.
[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek. + “Do you mind? I just… want to try and see you my own way if that’s- if that’s alright?” {Aspen to Quackity uwu}
RP MEME: NONVERBAL PROMPTS || OPEN
♠️ The hand on his cheek is fine. At least that's what Quackity tries to convince himself. He's not used to touch anymore. The times he'd spend curled up with other people feel further and further away with each passing day. An illusion of safety thoroughly shattered and swept under the rug. The need for it generally forgotten. Yet, Aspen is right here. They're gentle. He fights the initial reflex to pull away. His wings twitch for a moment, but only for a moment, as he takes back the careful control he keeps over every situation.
"Yeah, sure. I don't see why not." He decides with a laugh. "Just be careful, y'know?" He plays the request lightly, but there's a lot of trust there. There's a whole half of his face he can barely feel. A dulled, useless eye hidden away under an eye patch. His jaw was only partly flesh, some of it had to be reconstructed wholesale towards the back and the bone all the way up to his temple was metal. It clicks when he yawns or chews. It's all too delicate, but Aspen of all people is always gentle. Sweet, lovely Aspen.
If something went wrong, Quackity could always just say he's learned his lesson again.
literally letter threads are elite. that’s. that’s all the context we have here. also bc the language is obviously being changed slightly here. so, for clarification: the person receiving the meme, is the writer of the letter! the person SENDING the meme, is RECEIVING the letter! now. go write letters, u magnificent cupcakes, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!!! i will know, and i will hunt u down and curse ur potatoes to be soapy and bland and messy for all eternity.
[ LOVE ]: the writer begins the first of a series of love letters to the recipient.
[ SORRY ]: the writer delivers a letter of apology to the recipient.
[ LAST ]: a letter sent in the aftermath of the writer’s death.
[ TWIST ]: a letter sent in the aftermath of the writer’s alleged death, only to reveal that they are, in fact, still alive.
[ FINAL ]: a letter written in the aftermath of the recipient’s death, where the writer knows they’ll never get the chance to read it.
[ INITIATE ]: a letter written to the recipient in order to maintain communication between the two while the writer is far away from them.
[ FAREWELL ]: a letter written to say goodbye to the recipient, where the writer knows there’s an extremely high chance that they’ll never see each other again.
[ REVELATION ]: a letter written that reveals the truth about an event(s) that the writer believes the recipient may be misinformed about.
[ EXPLAIN ]: a letter that explains the reasoning behind choices that the writer has made in the past, which they would like to explain to the recipient.
[ BAD ]: a letter that delivers bad news to the recipient.
[ UPDATE ]: a letter that updates the recipient on the writer’s life, or certain on-going events that are happening in their life.
[ AFAR ]: a letter delivered by the writer from another country/city/planet/etc in order to reassure the recipient and let them know they’re okay. (not intended to be a back-and-forth, like [ INITIATE ] does).
[ HIDDEN ]: a letter written and delivered to the recipient in secret, for the recipient’s eyes only, as a result of information it contains, or because of the person who wrote it.
[ UNSENT ]: a letter written for the recipient, but which the writer ultimately never sends for reasons that the writer conceals, or may reveal within the letter itself.
[ MISTAKE ]: a letter which is sent to the recipient by mistake, and which may contain sensitive information about the recipient.
[ UNVEIL ]: a letter which reveals the truth about a plan that the writer previously and deliberately concealed from the recipient for their safety/well-being.
[ NEEDED ]: a letter that the writer wrote for the recipient after learning of their recent struggles in their personal life, and which contains uplifting words of encouragement, support and other things they feel they should hear to help them through.
[ PILLOW ]: a letter left neatly atop a pillow on the bed that the writer and recipient share, that is discovered by the recipient the following morning after the writer leaves the room/home.
[ FRIDGE ]: a letter attached to the fridge with magnets for the recipient to read in the kitchen.
[ KNOWN ]: a letter which the writer left in a place that only the writer and recipient know of, knowing that only the recipient would be able to find it first.
[ HELP ]: a letter written by the writer to the recipient, asking the recipient for help.
[ STOP ]: a letter written for the recipient which the writer intends to be their final letter to them, and which ultimately concludes all communications between the writer and recipient from that moment forth.
[ PAST ]: a letter which the writer wrote in the past, that reveals a piece of their backstory, that the reader finds and reads out of curiosity. (this could also be a letter written TO the receiver of the meme, or about them, or anything at all!)
* ☔ : action prompts inspired by FANTASY, NOBILITY, ETC. some prompts are usfw. add reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. ( adjust scenarios or specify details as needed. )
crown of dawn. sender swears their fealty to the receiver.
crown of silver. sender congratulates the receiver on their political engagement, hiding their true affection for the receiver.
crown of midnight. sender dances with the receiver at a masquerade.
crown of glass. sender meets the receiver while their true identity is concealed.
crown of shadows. sender controls the receiver through magic or blackmail, making them their pawn so they can rule from the background.
crown of ink. sender meets the receiver for the first time after they are joined in an arranged marriage.
crown of starlight. sender kneels before the receiver to receive a boon.
crown of rot. sender accuses the receiver of failing their people.
crown of sorrow. sender tells the receiver they are the new lord/queen/etc. as those ahead of them in the line of succession have died.
crown of blood. sender stands before the receiver to be judged for their crimes.
crown of lies. sender accuses the receiver of not being the true heir.
crown of thorns. sender crowns the receiver after killing the previous ruler.
crown of nightshade. sender consumes a poisoned drink meant for the receiver.
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wand of bone. sender uses necromancy to raise the receiver's companions from to dead to aid the sender in fighting against the receiver.
wand of ivy. sender ensnares the receiver in a net of living vines.
wand of twilight. sender conjures the spirit of the receiver from the land of the dead to speak with them.
wand of clouds. sender infiltrates the receiver's dreams to learn their desires.
wand of portals. sender summons the receiver to their world.
wand of resurrection. sender brings the receiver back to life.
wand of memory. sender clouds the receiver's mind so they don't leave.
wand of blossoms. sender grows flowers in the receiver's hair.
wand of salt. sender heals the receiver's wounds.
wand of leaves. sender asks the receiver to read their fortune.
wand of lightning. sender conjures a storm to impede the receiver.
wand of masks. sender crosses paths with the receiver while disguised as them.
wand of flesh. sender wounds the receiver to fuel their blood magic.
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sword of honor. sender challenges the receiver to a duel to decide an argument.
sword of moons. sender wakes up to discover the receiver pressing a blade against the sender's throat.
sword of sacrifice. sender takes a deadly attack meant for the receiver.
sword of wrath. sender kills the receiver's loved one(s) as they watch.
sword of loyalty. sender executes someone at the receiver's command.
sword of blessings. sender asks the receiver to bless their weapon before battle.
sword of madness. sender tries to stop the receiver's bloodthirsty rage.
sword of ruin. sender tortures the receiver for information.
sword of defeat. sender surrenders to the receiver after a hard-fought battle.
sword of ash. sender asks the receiver to kill them for failing the receiver.
sword of spite. sender twists their weapon deeper into the receiver's wound.
sword of wind. sender quickly kills an enemy before they attack the receiver.
sword of betrayal. sender stabs the receiver in the back.
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card of misfortune. sender catches the receiver trying to pick their pocket.
card of coins. sender buys the receiver a drink at a tavern.
card of vipers. sender meets the receiver in a thieves' den.
card of fools. sender finds the receiver caught in a trap, magical or otherwise.
card of iron. sender recognizes the receiver from a wanted poster.
card of vultures. sender is caught looting a dead body by the receiver.
card of songs. sender asks a bard to sing a ballad about the receiver.
card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape.
card of winter. sender finds the receiver dying of frostbite and gathers them in their arms to warm them.
card of dust. sender finds the receiver asleep over a book and wakes them.
card of stars. sender keeps the receiver company during first watch at camp.
card of crows. sender warns the receiver they're being followed but that the sender can protect them—for a fee.
card of twine. sender stitches a wound shut for the receiver.
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heart of virtue. sender presses a kiss to the back of the receiver's hand.
heart of devotion. sender slips their signet ring onto the receiver's finger.
heart of roses. sender gives the receiver a token of their favor before a tourney.
heart of thrones. sender kneels before the receiver to pleasure them.
heart of destiny. sender tells the receiver they are fated or reincarnated lovers.
heart of honey. sender intimately feeds the receiver by hand.
heart of darkness. sender cloaks themselves and the receiver in shadows so they can kiss in public.
heart of stone. sender asks the receiver to be their lover as they can't marry.
heart of gold. sender renounces their title to be with the receiver.
heart of wolves. sender intimately licks blood from the receiver's body.
heart of knives. sender cuts the clothes from the receiver's body, unable to wait.
heart of dusk. sender meets the receiver in secret to be together.
heart of embers. sender initiates intimacy to keep the receiver warm.
send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses ! i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
* ☔ : action prompts inspired by GOTHIC HORROR, DARK ACADEMIA, ETC. some prompts are usfw. add reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. ( adjust scenarios or specify details as needed. )
𝟶𝟷. sender sets a church on fire with the receiver still inside.
𝟶𝟸. sender presses a holy symbol into the receiver's flesh, burning them.
𝟶𝟹. sender declares themselves god to the receiver.
𝟶𝟺. sender begs the receiver for a blessing/prayer before night falls.
𝟶𝟻. sender licks their lips and tells the receiver to confess their sins.
𝟶𝟼. sender takes refuge from a storm with the receiver in an abandoned church.
𝟶𝟽. sender snarls at the receiver, unable to cross the threshold/onto holy ground.
𝟶𝟾. sender laughs, breaking a seal, ward, etc. set by the receiver to keep them out.
𝟶𝟿. sender recites a prayer with the receiver as the shadows darken and writhe.
𝟷𝟶. sender burns the receiver's holy oath away as they pledge themselves to the sender instead.
𝟷𝟷. sender practices calligraphy on the receiver's skin.
𝟷𝟸. sender refuses to speak with the receiver unless it's in a dead language.
𝟷𝟹. sender taps on the windowpane of a café from outside, alerting the receiver.
𝟷𝟺. sender leans over the receiver's writing and makes a noise of disagreement.
𝟷𝟻. sender intimately washes ink from the receiver's hands.
𝟷𝟼. sender worries over the receiver, who has not slept in days.
𝟷𝟽. sender hands the receiver coffee, having learned their favorite without asking.
𝟷𝟾. sender presses the receiver against a bookshelf, needing them now.
𝟷𝟿. sender kisses the receiver in a museum after it's closed.
𝟸𝟶. sender breathes on the receiver's neck as they pick a lock to the secret archives.
𝟸𝟷. sender bites into the receiver's (neck, thigh, etc.) and drinks their blood.
𝟸𝟸. sender's experiment succeeds and brings the receiver back to life.
𝟸𝟹. sender makes an offering at a crossroads to summon the receiver for a deal.
𝟸𝟺. sender digs themselves out from their grave as the receiver reacts in horror.
𝟸𝟻. sender kisses the receiver for a final time, in case their experiment goes wrong.
𝟸𝟼. sender confesses to the receiver that they've promised their firstborn in a deal.
𝟸𝟽. sender cuts their palm and the receiver's to swear a blood oath.
𝟸𝟾. sender forces the receiver to drink their latest alchemical creation.
𝟸𝟿. sender wakes up confused, having been turned into a vampire by the receiver.
𝟹𝟶. sender signs away their soul to the receiver in exchange for a boon.
𝟹𝟷. sender acts out an ancient ritual, with the receiver standing in as the sacrifice.
𝟹𝟸. sender burns the only copy of the receiver's thesis, book, etc.
𝟹𝟹. sender pours wine into the receiver's mouth as the bacchic party grows louder.
𝟹𝟺. sender confesses to the receiver that their parents have cut them off.
𝟹𝟻. sender and receiver try to wash the blood away, but the stain keeps growing.
𝟹𝟼. sender slips their hand under the receiver's clothes in the dark of the opera box.
𝟹𝟽. sender aims an arrow at the receiver and promises they won't hit them.
𝟹𝟾. sender complains to the receiver that a funeral will distract them from studying.
𝟹𝟿. sender dismisses the receiver's concerns that the summoning ritual may work.
𝟺𝟶. sender screams for help as the receiver begins to go mad from reciting the esoteric chant they discovered in a forgotten book.
𝟺𝟷. sender screams at the sight of the receiver's true face/form.
𝟺𝟸. sender offers to hide the receiver as the mob's torches grow nearer.
𝟺𝟹. sender is mesmerized by the receiver and goes to them despite all warnings.
𝟺𝟺. sender is stone-faced as the receiver cries that their lover is no monster.
𝟺𝟻. sender sharpens their blade as the receiver watches in horror.
𝟺𝟼. sender weeps as the receiver tells them they're leaving for the sender's good.
𝟺𝟽. sender proposes to the receiver to provide an alibi for the receiver's pregnancy, even though the child is not theirs.
𝟺𝟾. sender holds the receiver in their arms, the monster now dead.
𝟺𝟿. sender promises not to forget the receiver as they share a final night together.
𝟻𝟶. sender visits the receiver in dreams as they are separated by class, circumstance, etc. in waking life.
𝟻𝟷. sender calls out to the receiver from a distance, their voice echoing in the mist.
𝟻𝟸. sender covers the receiver's mouth as their stalker draws nearer.
𝟻𝟹. sender tells the receiver not to open their eyes until they've escaped the house.
𝟻𝟺. sender kisses the receiver passionately in the middle of a graveyard.
𝟻𝟻. sender tries to light a candle to comfort the receiver, but the flame turns black.
𝟻𝟼. sender locks all the windows and doors, promising the receiver they'll be safe.
𝟻𝟽. sender takes off their jacket and puts it around the receiver's shoulders.
𝟻𝟾. sender reaches out for the receiver's hand in the dark.
𝟻𝟿. sender finds the receiver abandoned for dead.
𝟼𝟶. sender grows confused as they cannot see the will-o'-the-wisps the receiver has begun to follow into the night.
𝟼𝟷. sender's laughter echoes through the halls as they stalk the receiver.
𝟼𝟸. sender lavishes praise upon the receiver's beauty, enraptured by the fresh blood seeping through the receiver's white dress, shirt, etc.
𝟼𝟹. sender catches the receiver snooping and tells them they've been bad.
𝟼𝟺. sender slumps to the floor, realizing the receiver has poisoned them.
𝟼𝟻. sender blindfolds the receiver, promising it's for their own good.
𝟼𝟼. sender locks the receiver in the attic, promising it's for their own good.
𝟼𝟽. sender sings a haunting lullaby to the receiver from the walls.
𝟼𝟾. sender looks in a mirror, unaware the receiver is watching from the other side.
𝟼𝟿. sender sighs, realizing the receiver has found the painting of their former lover—who is identical to the receiver.
𝟽𝟶. sender asks the receiver to swear upon their life that they will not enter the sender's private study, no matter what they hear inside.
001. my activity depends very heavily on what's happening in my real life. I'll be around all day sometimes, and not at all others. please be patient, and do not rush me. i'm here to have fun, not stress. if you push or rush me for a reply, chances are I'll probably just hardblock you.
002. this blog is set heavily during the dsmp timeline, however, as my muse list goes beyond that, I'm also open to writing qsmp and trsmp. as well as some osmp thoughts. I'm not as familiar with other smps, but I'm open for crossovers and testing the waters on interactions.
003. we do not consider or condone the actions of cc!s here, and I certainly am not going to tolerate shit being started over writing fictional characters interacting with other fictional characters.also, I'm writing characters, not the content creators. I do not care about cc! boundaries, either. these are fictional blorbos I will spin around.(we stan c! not cc! here, thanks)
004. there's a slight difference in my muses availability, but if I've built up a rapport with someone, you're generally free to request anyone. some others i'm less confident in I might ask we talk about for a minute. (this DOES NOT, however, include asking headcanons and characterization asks!)
005. shipping [ ... ] as it stands, I'm so open to shipping. Based on minimal interaction or just vibes alone. i'm very aroace so i may not think about shipping immediately but if you want some ships, lmk. i don't ship with minors, but adults are free to dm me or just drop something. (additionally, no characters that were played by minors will be shipped with characters who were played by adults. so dsmp tubbo will not be shipped with an adult, but qsmp tubbo, with cc!tubbo having been an adult, can be shipped with any adult.)
006. i'm a big fan of horror and writing anything terrifying with me will get you on my good side so fast. i'm also a long time dungeon master and would love to set up plots and sort of DM an rp. i also enjoy DMing an rp for small groups if you need someone to help string a plot together.
007. the mun is in their 20s, so 18+ discussion and mention (or asks) is fine. it will be hidden under keep reading, and I will tag it accordingly. (if you're a minor, do not ask or send explicit things, you will be blocked on sight. i'm not going to jail for the bit.)
008. themes of dddne content, however I will tag and hide these things accordingly. drugs, alcohol, abuse, trauma, mentions/acts of slavery, religion, etc will be present. anything within the dsmp will be shown here and I'll dive into it headfirst. please expect heavier content, and if that's something your nervous about, feel free to dm me about it.
009. all this being said, do not expect my characters to act one way or the other. I write them as I see fit (which is mostly HEAVILY headcanon based), and if you have a problem with how I write them, or want a specific interaction to go a certain way, please reach out in dms! no matter what please don't assume ill intent without us talking about it!
010. on asks - any ask I post can be turned into a thread. likewise, I may not always turn asks I send to people into threads. sometimes the muse just isn't there for that particular post, and it's really nothing more than that. additionally, I hold the right to delete asks that I don't know how to reply to, or just simply don't think I'll get to.[ you can find my memes here , and should likely follow this blog as well to keep up to date with prompts I post, aesthetics (I post paired ones for ships), and for anything else that I throw over there to keep this blog centric around threads and asks. ]
011. I prioritize dynamics and interactions from people who I interact and built rapport with. I cultivate my space to match what works for me and I won't feel guilty about that. therefore, if you'd really like to engage or write with me, feel free to jump into my dms and engage with me, and we'll go from there <3
shoutout to cancnfcdder for helping me get my act together. thanks darling
「 RP MEME : NONVERBAL PROMPTS. mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts. 」
SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.
[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.
[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.
[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.
[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.
[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.
I hope that this letter finds you well. I debated with myself quite a bit if I should send this or not. But if your reading this, then that means I decided to send it after all. I won't sugarcoat it, you mean a lot to me. Much more than I ever could have anticipated or expected. Despite my training and skills, you managed to find the weak point in my defenses and wormed your way in. Slipping through the cracks and infecting every inch of me in a way that I don't think I will ever feel again. I don't know when I will see you again, if ever... if things do pan out the way we expect them too... or rather, don't expect them too. But regardless, at least I won't have any regrets now. You matter a great deal to me, and I am grateful that I had the opportunity to know you and be as close to you as I did.
Yours truly,
P.
(incase you can't read the lucille)
My Dearest, Dustin.
I hope that this letter finds you well. I debated with myself quite a bit if I should send this or not. But if your reading this, then that means I decided to send it after all. I won't sugarcoat it, you mean a lot to me. Much more than I ever could have anticipated or expected. Despite my training and skills, you managed to find the weak point in my defenses and wormed your way in. Slipping through the cracks and infecting every inch of me in a way that I don't think I will ever feel again. I don't know when I will see you again, if ever... if things do pan out the way we expect them too... or rather, don't expect them too. But regardless, at least I won't have any regrets now. You matter a great deal to me, and I am grateful that I had the opportunity to know you and be as close to you as I did.
Yours truly,
P.
🎋 Dusty crinkles the edges of the paper in his hands over and over. It looks far older than it is at this point, but he took it out to read it so much. Practically after every time someone came for a visit he'd take it out of his pocket and open it up. It was one of the few letters he'd gotten in prison, and the only nice one. The only grounding one. The paper was about as flexible as fabric, and it felt nice to fold mindlessly.
He has a reason to try to make it out in one piece. Someone cared. Someone might still br waiting. So things had to go right. He had to get out eventually. A smile cracks on his face even as he wheezes shakily. His ribs giving him pain with every breath as they slowly stitched themselves back together. No matter what was done to him, he had to make it back to her.
An AU where everyone has a mark on their chest that glows brightly when they meet their soul mate. Send me "Glow" to see my muse's reaction when meeting your muse and both their marks begin to glow.
There are plenty of days I’ve spent writing down the words and thoughts in my heart and head, wishing nothing more than to share them with you. I’m no good with this sort of thing, no good with the manner of the heart like I long to be. Still, I find myself seeking you out. Here I am in the long stretch of summer, a blistering heat and you, one who might as well be a cold touch of water to these parched lips. I find you in my wakeful hell. I wish for nothing but to sit beside you under the cascading branches of a cedar tree, we two who are dappled by sunlight and shade, where you might rest for some time. I admire your strength, the resolve in which gives my own heart reason to stand. The courage of someone who dares not to give up, not only on yourself, but on the people around you. I wish I had your strength, for even under the guise of a secret my hands shake. Am I scared to love, or perhaps scared you might reject that which I would so wholly give even in the face of rejection? I wish only to brush the hair behind your ear, to sit in the alcove near your kitchen as bread and baked goods fill the air with the loveliest of aroma. That we might sit upon the fraying warmth of soft flannel, sharing a meal together in the early stretch of spring. Is it too much to ask that I would speak these things with hopeless abandon should there be some glimmer of hope you might look my way? Or am I nothing more than a deluded fool hoping and wishing for a woman like you to take the hand I long to stretch out for you? Say it is not so. I could not bear it. My heart would rest forever easy for but a moment at your side.
Yours eternally,
A woeful heart filled with longing.
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Niki,
There are plenty of days I’ve spent writing down the words and thoughts in my heart and head, wishing nothing more than to share them with you. I’m no good with this sort of thing, no good with the manner of the heart like I long to be. Still, I find myself seeking you out. Here I am in the long stretch of summer, a blistering heat and you, one who might as well be a cold touch of water to these parched lips. I find you in my wakeful hell. I wish for nothing but to sit beside you under the cascading branches of a cedar tree, we two who are dappled by sunlight and shade, where you might rest for some time. I admire your strength, the resolve in which gives my own heart reason to stand. The courage of someone who dares not to give up, not only on yourself, but on the people around you. I wish I had your strength, for even under the guise of a secret my hands shake. Am I scared to love, or perhaps scared you might reject that which I would so wholly give even in the face of rejection? I wish only to brush the hair behind your ear, to sit in the alcove near your kitchen as bread and baked goods fill the air with the loveliest of aroma. That we might sit upon the fraying warmth of soft flannel, sharing a meal together in the early stretch of spring. Is it too much to ask that I would speak these things with hopeless abandon should there be some glimmer of hope you might look my way? Or am I nothing more than a deluded fool hoping and wishing for a woman like you to take the hand I long to stretch out for you? Say it is not so. I could not bear it. My heart would rest forever easy for but a moment at your side.
Yours eternally,
A woeful heart filled with longing.
🩷 Niki holds the letter close to her chest as she looks around. Tears threaten to prick the corners of her eyes, but she swallows it. She bites her tongue to quell the emotion. Slowly she walks back inside of her house while casting glances back to make sure she doesn't lose a chance to see who it was. She comes out later with a note of her own. It's left with a small bag of sweets where she found the original one.
"Dear admirer,
You're far more skilled with manners of the heart that you might think. Your letter was so full of warmth and love that I'm frankly, moved. If you'd ever wish to go on a date or even just sit in my kitchen you're welcome to come calling. Admiting love, even if in a small act, is a brave and heroic endeavor. I would love to meet someone so brave.
