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my life and my firstborn child is yours if you write me a cute lil note from dante he’s my man thanks I lauvvv your account so much <33
awwww, i love you too, nonnie! your sacrifice is greatly appreciated; it just so happens that i’ve given up my firstborn child for the bustafellows season 2 localization 🥰
one short note wouldn't be enough for what i had in mind, so i hope you don’t mind one for every day of the working week!
You forgot to bring lunch today. Fuck.
The insides of your bag make it up to your elbow as you scour around for your wallet. But then you feel something…cold? You swear you already took your water bottle ou—
You’re face to face with your lunchbox. The metal’s gone a bit cold, but a second touch from you makes you take your hand back from how warm the edges still are.
Oh well, at least you’re not going hungry today. You’ve needed to put in some hours of overtime starting a few days ago, but it hasn’t changed your daily life that much. You and your boyfriend Dante have gotten used to your schedules almost never syncing. You even feel a little bad about how he sometimes seems so understanding of your current dilemma.
And he’s the only other suspect you have in your head who could have planted lunch in your bag. You peel off the silly sticky note pasted on top,—a miscellaneous prize from the arcade a few months ago—unaware that it won’t be the last one you’ll be reading this week.
- MONDAY -
Another week of work!!! We’ll get through it, I just know!
Was reminded of a show I watched a while back and wanted to add little notes of my own to your lunch. I don’t want a repeat of last week where I thought you were dead in the living room for a sec.
Maybe you just need a little more…Vitamin Me? ;P Kidding, kidding!
Love ya.
- TUESDAY -
Thanks for trusting me with making lunch! I think I pulled a muscle a little this morning while cooking, but I'm all better now. Promise! Be careful on your way back home.
OH YEAH I BURNT THE EGGS A LITTLE, I’M SO SO SORRY IF THEY TASTE WEIRD.
Love ya!!
- WEDNESDAY -
Experimented with the coffee a little today, what do you think? Not as good as the one you usually get, but I felt bad looking at our coffee machine all neglected. Felt like it was calling my name.
I’ll handle the groceries later. We’ll get back to our usual program when you’re more free.
Love ya.
- THURSDAY -
JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE TILL THE WEEKEND! HANG IN THERE, GORGU GORGEOUS!!
It was cute coming home to you asleep on the couch last night, but that’d be terrible for your back in the long run! You’re lucky I was around to carry you back to bed. :(
Love ya.
- FRIDAY -
I have an early out of work today. My weekend’s clear so I don’t mind staying up to wait for you. Say, I’ll even let you choose what we do. I won’t complain and do whatever you want. How’s that sound?
And I don’t want to hear you say you can’t think of anything!
hihi (again)! could i request a mystreet x gene that’s platonic with some romance/implied romance?
taking place in s2 (Love Love Paradise) where reader was invited by aphmau & the gang to go on vacation but gene (for obvious canonical reasons) wasn’t? (i think he shows up at some point in s2 but shh) so since he misses reader he decides to send them a letter? (i was thinking that gene has a crush on reader so he thought sending a letter would be lowkey romantic, and since reader is going to a resort he doesn’t want her to forget about him? so it’s being sent in a seemingly platonic way with romantic intentions)
tysm <33
hiii!! welcome back, haha.
we’re kicking off the requests i have yet to complete with yours. hoping the wait is at least a fraction of worth it! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
In your excitement, you’ve run out of things to do over the rest of your summer. And if your math was right, you’ve barely gotten to spend half of the time you were supposed to stay on the resort. Left alone with your thoughts and the waves crashing against the shore, your mind drifts off to places it shouldn’t. While you and your friends have promised to not think about the world outside, everything about it starts taking up space in your head, and it starts spinning just thinking about it. With this whole trip being last minute, you’ve forgotten to let some people back home that you would be gone for a while. You found out the hard way.
A large pile of envelopes and postcards arrive at the villa’s doorstep, all addressed to you. Your wish for something new to do was granted, yes, but you didn’t expect for it to turn out like this.
What the hell, sure.
Convincing your friends that you’ll be alright alone, you put your big girl pants on and sift through your mail. Work…bills…real world stuff you promised not to think about…you didn’t know where to start. But then it catches your eye. 5 postcards that catch your eye, all with a return address you know far too well.
Where’d you go? Stopped by your place but no one was there. A neighbor told me you moved, but another said you were on vacation. One thing led to another, and I guess the post office knows how to reach you. Whether or not this will reach your new address will be something I’ll only find out days from now.
Are you even alive still? Write back.
— Gene
You haven’t forgotten me now, have you? It’s not like you to sulk at me for so long.
It’s gotten quiet at home, especially after work. Too quiet for my liking.
The mail tracker I was sent updated your address to that resort across the country. Good for you, but I wouldn’t be lying if I said I was jealous. Then again, you deserve this after how much overtime you’ve been taking up recently. I just wish you told me before you left.
Well, maybe the selfish part of me also just wants to share your fun with you.
— Gene
I dropped by your neighborhood earlier, and all the lights (yes, the streetlamps too) were off. As if everyone left. You’re with your neighbors on vacation, right? It was creepy as hell at first, but then the weirdest thing happened. I felt at peace there in the middle of the road. And then, they appeared.
You’re missing out. I think the fireflies knew you guys would be gone and showed themselves to me. I caught one and thought to keep it to show it to you, but then I remembered and let the lil fella go. I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen them, so I guess it was nice.
Can’t you come home any earlier? We should watch them together.
— (You should know who this is by now.)
Dropped by the neighborhood again. The fireflies are gone now, but that’s thanks to the weird cars and trucks parked all over the street. The people pointing and talking didn’t catch me, but the whole thing felt off. Didn’t understand a thing they said, so I left immediately.
I’m sure nothing weird will be going on, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I know I’ll keep watch just in case either way, but any more and that’ll count as unpaid labor I think you should at least compensate me for. If you still can't come home, at least write back.
— Gene
Hey.
I know tickets for this summer are all sold out but if I said I found a way onto LLP, what kind of face would you make?
JK, of course. Save your reaction for when we get to meet again, yeah?
i have one last task to complete, but my workload's light enough again to continue working on requests. will prioritize finishing up the first batch (requests 001-010) before maybe opening them up again (👉ﾟヮﾟ)👉
For context he’s sending it to his gf/ reader who he’s away from at the moment because he’s on vacation with his family and lost his phone or just wanted to write her a personal physical letter so it would never get lost in there text. She/her pronouns please.
hey, nonnie! this prompt’s pretty lovely, actually. i’ve always wanted to write to friends (and i suppose those who’ve set my heart ablaze) while traveling myself, letting them know what i’m thinking of, feeling, and seeing in the moment, but they all just end up as messages unsent that i hoard under my bed like a dragon, haha!
anyway, i’m hoping you find that this delivery does this ro’meave justice. i’ll be honest with you, i had the most fun making the envelope header accompanying this request. enjoy!
what promises to be a boring day is immediately taken back when the mailman pops up at your doorstep unexpectedly. he usually never shows up unless there are bills to be paid. the envelope looks and smells pretty old, but the date listed on its back indicates it was clearly made in the last week at the very least. a smile creeps onto your face when you recognize the handwriting, and you waste no time opening it up when you’re in the privacy of your own room, careful not to damage the stamp sealing it. it’s way too pretty to break, and you want to keep it.
not only is there a letter inside, but three laminated bookmarks. they contain real pressed flowers against a painted background. it’s a bit reminiscent of some art movement vylad mentioned before. art nouveau, was it? just like the rest of the materials used to make this letter, it appears to be pretty…antique. not that it’s a bad thing! it feels just like receiving a little time capsule, a blast from the past if you will.
but irene above, the more time you spend not reading, the more you miss him. you carefully unfold the paper and let your eyes glaze over the paper.
Hey!
Missed y (too desperate? hope you don't mind.)
Hope this reaches you as soon as it can. Did all the bookmarks make it in one piece? Do you like them? I’ve looked high and low through some pretty old catalogs to see where they came from and how much they sold for, but it would seem that they’re all individually handpainted and hand-pressed, therefore one of a kind.
I’m still quite bummed that I didn’t get a choice between going here or not during break. It was all so last minute! But I’ll be honest: O’Khasis is much prettier than I remember. What isn’t pretty is that Aunt Tilly (apparently she’s not our actual aunt? I guess we’re just used to calling her that.) absolutely insists that the place we spend our vacation at just happens to have no signal. Before, I absolutely wouldn’t have minded as there’s so much to do around here, but I can’t help but lie awake at night with the guilt eating at me thinking about how your messages must not be reaching my inbox. I’m sorry for not finding a way sooner. If anything, I didn’t quite expect the way this letter would find its way to you.
One thing you need to know is that up until yesterday, Aunt Tilly did not like me. At all. It kind of broke my heart a little as a kid because I didn’t know why. Now I can name a few reasons, but that’s not really what’s important right now. As usual, she would come with boxes full of stuff that she brought home from where she’s based abroad and let us pick what we wanted. There were a few old books and vintage clothes that interested me, but what caught my eye the most were the pressed flower bookmarks you got in this very envelope. And that’s just a fraction of them! You’d be amazed to see how many of them are in the collection.
Anyway, Aunt Tilly seemed reluctant to give them to me, even surprised to see that they were in the box in the first place. But ever since that, she’s warmed up to me, and it’s honestly much more terrifying than the times she’s barely acknowledged me. I should be upfront about it and ask her why soon. I suppose now should be the time to say that she even helped me pick out which flowers would be on the bookmarks I sent you. Says I should treat it like I’m actually picking out a bouquet or something. That woman takes her flowers seriously. At least now she knows she isn’t the only one in the family with an interest in floriography. She seemed even more delighted learning this letter was for a special someone, so she talked Mom and Dad into letting me have a few hours to myself in the town nearby just to have this letter delivered. I’m grateful to get a bonding experience with her out of this, but I really need to figure out what brought on this sudden change. Will definitely update you about it in another letter. This is quite fun, actually. Writing to you, pen on paper, feels way more personal, don’t you think?
Back to the bookmarks though, I’m not sure if you can read the text on them, but if I had to pick out a bouquet for you right now, I’d choose these three. Imagine the following with me now, will you? White clovers, balsamine, and pale red carnations. I don’t trust the Internet at the moment to be able to give you the exact message I want to convey, and I think it’s something better said in person.
I promise I’ll make things up to you when I get back soon. A date maybe? Please write back soon. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Yours evermore,
V.R.
PS. In the future, we should definitely go on a proper sightseeing trip around O’Khasis. Just you and me. How does that sound?
omigosh hi! i'm in love with that letter you wrote for vylad but i can't help but wonder if the flowers were randomly chosen by you or if you really intended for him to mean something with it. if so, could we know what he wanted to say?
OHOHOHOHOHO I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS ACTUALLY
anon's referring to this request, and as a quick tl;dr vylad sends the reader a few pressed flower bookmarks as an alternative bouquet of sorts. while the header photo for the post comes from stock images and is of random flowers, the ones mentioned in the letter are not! he did want to send the reader another message through them, yes!
some people might want to read the original first so i've left what vylad wanted to convey under the cut:
white clover: thinking of you
balsamine: impatience
pale red carnation: my heart aches
still, the overall meaning in the end is entirely up to your interpretation.
hope this answers your question, nonnie! i'll see you around here more, maybe?
guys i’ve been going about my Garroth x reader Hadestown au all wrong
so originally I had it where Aphmau is Persephone and Laurance was Hades for reasons being that Laurance was so in love with Aphmau that he ended up doing all this stuff he didn’t realize was hurting her and throughout the series Aphmau never really reciprocated and is sometimes in love with him sometimes not yada yada. I decided NO; Irene is Persephone and Shad is Hades
but that didn’t seem quite right. and then. I realized that Shad should be Persephone, and Irene should be Hades. walk with me.
now obviously Shad the Destroyer, Irene the Matron, matron = life and healing—the obvious choice for them is Shad as Hades and Irene as Persephone but remember that Irene turned their daughter into a relic to give Shad eternity so the Divine could protect their world
now I’m not completely brushed up on my MyStreet/MCD lore, but if I remember correctly then Irene used that cannon thing to sacrifice other human lives to create the relics, not just that of her daughter
now also consider Hades in Hadestown (not looking at political undertones); he misses Persephone so much that he starts making stuff in the Underworld to remind himself of her in her absence—even if the means to do it are inhumane and it ends up having weird consequences. he makes it hot to resemble the spring and summertime Persephone brings. he makes it bright to remind himself of the sun on her skin, which he initially fell in love with
IRENE SACRIFICED THE DAUGHTER SHE HAD WITH SHAD TO PROTECT HER LOVED ONES.
now obviously I need to workshop it more but I rest my case. Shad the Destroyer as Persephone, Irene the Matron as Hades
Any Aphverse writers you could put us onto? (since you have good writing I assume you would know some good writers)
hi anon!! i’ve found a few, actually, and i keep a list of them on my start page for people to check out! but here’s a list of good writers here if you want to peruse!
this is definitely not all of the good aphblr writers, and i haven’t had much time to explore tumblr recently, so if anyone else knows of some good ones that aren’t listed here, please let me know so i can add them!!
i dont rlly have a prompt,, but i was wondering if you could do one for pdh!blaze !! It can be romantic or platonic!!
and you have my adoration too, nonnie! ( ´･･)ﾉ(.∀.`)
this one may also count as a mini-milestone as this would be the post office’s first assisted delivery to not come to you in a physical envelope…
(had a lot of fun with this one, and i hope you do as well!)
You are one more minor inconvenience away from tearing out all the hair on your head. As if the neverending workload on your shoulders weren’t heavy enough already, the school festival and midterms were just about the round the corner of this week. You don’t remember the last time you’ve had a full night of sleep. But you suppose that as long as you were keeping yourself afloat academically and beyond, it would be all worth it in the end.
You’re mentally patting yourself on the back after a quick break in the form of clearing the inbox of your school email. You don’t get to leave your seat like you originally wanted when you hear that accursed ping notification echo through your room.
Okay, what happened to basic etiquette, huh? It’s waaay past midnight. Who in Irene’s name was trying to reach you at this ungodly hour? Unable to resist and simply read it tomorrow, you refresh the page to find another email sitting at the top of your inbox.
(no subject)
Blaze █████ <b█████[email protected]>
Wed, XX/XX/20XX, 1:24 AM
to me ▾
HELLO!!
I don’t have your number but i do remember your name (thank Irene for the class directory) just wanted to say thanks for presenting for our group in Compan since i didn’ get to while ago that’s allWAHAHAHA
i’d take a bettr pic but hop this one’s good enough, i don’t just send pics of me to others so easy (heh)
also can you let ms Vee Iamsick will not to Statprob because i have a heaache. not sure if I’ll be alive tomorrow. i Hope its very thanks good night
love,
Blaze
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[Attachment: You were dreading reading the email the moment you saw the lack of a subject and the suspiciously titled photo attachment, but you let out a sigh of relief to find that it’s simply a candid selfie from your classmate. He appears to be in front of a fridge, flashing you a shit-eating grin and some finger guns. The letter magnets in front of him spell out a simple but effective “T H A N K S B U D ★”. Divine above, is he even sick? Looking at the file’s title again, it appears he took it mere minutes before this email. You shudder at the thought that you are curious and want to ask what exactly was going through his mind next time you meet. Well, that’s enough time on your devices tonight for you…]
