hit 1k recently and aaaaaa thank you all for being here and for listening to my yaps and reading my fics and watching my art style evolve! made so many friends here over the past almost two years, and i hope the things i’ve created have made you as happy as you’ve made me.
have some reminders from your favourite ghouls and remember all bad days will pass!!
Wowiiee this one took me a long time to write 😮💨 Had a lot of life things going on, but it's also so hard for me to accurately characterize Taiga and Ritsu !! They might be a little OOC, but I tried my best T-T
DISCLAIMERS:
Indirect or direct confessions of love/care/affection to and/or about fem MC.
All memo/letter papers are from Pinterest. If you know the creator/credit, please send me an ask, and I'll edit my post accordingly.
All writing is my own or a font! Font name will be listed with the letter when applicable. I did my best to replicate their handwriting based on their signatures.
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Love Letters from the Ghouls - Sinostra
Romeo - "One of My People"
Romeo sits at his vanity with the elegant letter paper he purchased from Kurossa spread out before him. Kurossa has a good eye, and Romeo trusts him to pick only the best. Even for mundane tasks — writing instructions for his men, reminders for Taiga, and so on — only the finest will do.
He twirls his pen as he replays your visit in his mind: the way you slouched when he scolded you, the rushed smudge of lipstick, the clumsy attempt to conceal your dark circles, and all the little habits that betrayed your tiredness and efforts. Normally, he'd bark at you to straighten up, adjust, or do better, but tonight, he decided to spare you the lecture and let you off early to rest. You obviously needed to catch up on beauty sleep.
Instead, he writes it all down in red ink: instructions, corrections, and reminders. Notes to polish your posture and presence, to reflect the way he sees you: brilliant, priceless, and undeniably one of his people. The tone is firm, exacting, with just a hint of condescension, but each line and observation reveals his careful attention and investment in you.
By the time he's done, the memo is immaculate. Every line precise and intentional.
Evening 3, Affinity LVL 8: "You're smelling the bedtime fragrance I bought from Kurossa (Leo) earlier. He has a good eye, so I often ask him to pick things out for me."
Max Affinity LVL 25: "What could you possibly be afraid of? You're one of my people! Walk with your head held high, or I'll step on it!"
Font: Good Vibes
I think Romeo would definitely put you on a beauty/health regimen and take you on spa dates ♡
Taiga - "What was this for again? Whatever."
Taiga forgets things the way fire burns up everything in his path. Faces, names, places, promises ... it all turns to ash eventually.
He's used to it. He stopped caring. Or he thought he had ...
But sometimes something stubborn gets stuck in mind. The taste of something sweet, addictive, stuck in his teeth. Something that stays even when everything else gets chewed up and spit out by whatever's wrong in his head.
A voice. A warmth. His "Kitty-Cat" who keeps showing up even when the world around him keeps skipping time and rearranging itself.
Forgetting you, even for a second, is long enough for panic to spark under his ribs before he stomps it down. That pisses him off more than anything.
He snatches the nearest scrap of paper, some silly memo pad Harry must have left behind in the chaos of recovering Peakaboo. Bright little circus characters smile up at him, stupid and clueless. He doesn't care what it is. He just needs something that can hold a thought steady.
The words that end up on the page aren't sane. They aren't coherent. They aren't meant for anyone but him. For the version of him who wakes up tomorrow and might not remember anything that matters.
He scratches down whatever he can before the memories slip out of his fingers like sand. Anger, hunger, affection, and fear melt together inside him, but he can't find the words to express them. He's already fading again into the comfort of apathy. It'll all burn anyway, so who even cares.
Default 1: "What are you again? A middle school student? A transfer student? Got it, an honour student! Gyahaha! I'm never gonna remember that!"
Night 5, Affinity LVL 23: "I'm the only one who sees how fucked we are. But he won't believe me. So just let it all burn down — I don't give a shit anymore."
Ritsu - "Biased Observation Log"
Ritsu's desk is orderly, as always. Piles of reports, charts, and logs are stacked with precision, each labeled and dated, with not a page out of place. Among them, a large binder lies open, filled with lengthy observation logs that he uses to design behavioral models of the "notable figures" he interacts with.
Tonight, he is reviewing his notes as usual. After he finishes adding new data points to Taiga's and Romeo's behavioral models, he moves onto updating yours. He writes down every detail and changes he's noticed in you recently: reactions to stress, preferred routines, small quirks, and predictable responses.
The notes are clinical, almost cold on the surface, but his ... personal biases ... might've bled into them, just a little. Each annotation reveals not only what you do, but how you affect him and how much he values your contributions as his "business partner". They're really not as objective as he thinks they are ...
Goodnight 3, Affinity LVL 19: "I just finished my recordings from today. You sighed a total of four times — is something troubling you?"
Font: Fans Time
Since the full version of Ritsu's notes would probably be really long and dense, I've included only a small part of his notes ^_^
Even though Ritsu seems like a really neat/organized person most of the time, his signature was wicked messy, so I tried to reflect that in his handwriting!
It's probably hard to read, so I included a normal text version of it underneath.
Daily Observation Log
* To be added to behavioral model
Subject consistently demonstrates reliability that exceeds expectations
Observable tendencies suggest implicit trust in certain individuals, which he definitely tracks in a separate folder to keep an eye on his competitors LOL, including observer. This may bias perceived reliability.
Seemingly inconsequential gestures appear to evoke disproportionate personal attention from observer. Requires further monitoring.
Tfw you learn new spells for a safe place to rest and your love for your friends is so interlaced with your magic - the very thing that makes you you - that of course it shows them parts of themselves. Of course it is for them.
Theres a house - a home that you built piece by piece just for them - in a different dimension with rooms upon rooms carefully made with each person in mind. You fill it to the brim, bit by bit, with pieces of them because theyre pieces of you and thats the only way you know how to exist.
Theres a dome, shimmering and magical, and it dances memories above them like their own constellations. Fear and anxiety hover over the group like a fog so what else are you to do but bring them peace and tranquility? Shine a mirror on them and say, look, look. How wonderful you are. How wonderful it has been and will be for you being here. I will not let you forget if I can help it. I will remind you as you have reminded me.
You stitch their essence between your own as you wind magic through clever fingers and incantations between your teeth and of course it’s for them. Of course.
You have only ever known intentionality in your life and your magic. Everything is done with careful consideration and efficiency. And yet, even while you must remember phrases and circles and equations, you remember their favorite things. Smells and places and people and colors. Memories not your own, but important all the same. You make these places for them because it is necessary and you fill these places with them because it is necessary.
Caleb once lost everything - his family, his home, his magic. And when he finally, truly, finds it again it is vibrant and powerful and so full of love that it can’t help but bleed into everything. Because they are everything.
I’m sorry I know this is normally just an art and rambling blog you didn’t honestly expect me to pass up reblogging The Spanish Inquisition did you?
Because nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.
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