That's right, we're still here. Sorry not sorry. Us, the mods, have decided to keep this blog going - not just for the Secret Samta, though the username of this blog will remain - we are instead hosting several more SFTH Events :D
Blog runners are still the same - Mod Kerosene, aka (🍋🟩), aka green text, aka @solar93 - and Mod Juliet, aka (‼️), aka red text, aka @raccooninthedaytime
There isn't much to say here except for that the rules of all our events is to simply not be mean to people (along with any other specific things related to the actual thing-), and our AO3 collections are found in Kerosene's profile (archive-locked), found here!
thank you all for a lovely event btw <3 sorry i haven't reblogged anything, and this month's is gonna be delayed a bit, as well as the box of ships masterposts but... y'all are such a good community <3 i love you
I dont want you to be
Less than a friend
Down on your knees
I believe we can be
Equals, you’ll see
Perfect harmony
I love you madly and deeply and tragically
You drive me crazy beyond all the words i can speak
I am a poet, but poems don’t compare to your beauty
I love you madly and deeply, and tragically
I admire you so
Wit sharp as ice
Beauty like snow
I dont know what to do
This love that im feeling
Ive felt just for you
I love you madly and deeply and tragically
The way you sound when you speak beats out any poetry
You are a poet, and i am preventing you from being free
I love you madly and deeply, and tragically
I want you to be
More than a friend
A lover to me
hi yes it's a day late my apologies
in my mind Percy wrote this in the early days of his and franklin's relationship. historians think it's written for a woman of a lower class, or more likely, a woman whos father did not want her to be involved in poetry, to be given a voice. perhaps one of those sisters he was so close to? Franklin wrote him back a poem, trying to make him feel less insecure. it is eventually found in a book Percy bound himself, a book Franklin could never publish. after the book is found, most historians agree that Percy was likely a queer man in a relationship with his servant.
also "this love that I'm feeling // I've felt just for you" is demiromantic percy
I couldn't pass by and not make edit about Percy and Franklin, 'cause I started actively watching Shoot From The Hip after «We Love Poetry»
This is work for the event of @secret-from-the-samta
«Old-Fashioned Lover Boy» by Queen really suits these two, and exactly this song first came to my mind when I was watching a longform, even if it's not very original, huh
I'm incredibly nervous about my work, finding it imperfect, but okay
For @secret-from-the-samta 's Box of Ships event, substitution for Day 12!
I love these two so much I don't know why they stuck with me as much as they did but God did they. This is actually the second edit I've done for them! My fan-name for Arthur's Mum is Addison based solely on vibes :>
Also is this the fourth Mother Mother song edit for this event now? I swear you'd never guess who my favorite artist is-
Set a fire, set a fire, set a fire
It burns brighter, even higher, than the one that took them
Did i push you to it? Did you lose your mind?
Gasoline on the ground, matches don’t make a sound, and im victory bound
King of the beets i’ll be crowned, my fifth time round, i dont see how you’re wound up
They’re pushing you to it, they’re pushing you, pushing you
Put you away, they put you away, yeah you’re there to stay
What can i say? Keeping at bay, predator becomes prey
End of the day, you burnt down the town
Times past and, feels like a new past, times passed fast
Pick you up at last and the future’s vast, and i feel steadfast
Thank you for shielding me, sam, will you grow with me?
what?? is that a tua reference at the end? I think so Im genuinely unsure
hey my favourite headcanon maybe ever that I might have just made up is that Justin on some level was aware that there were two different versions of events. like he felt it change. he thinks it's just deja vu and doesn't realise sam literally went back in time and changed things. idk I might be having a beetroots and murder rebirth rn
Once again going back for Day 10 of @secret-from-the-samta 's Box of Ship Event; Bubba×Jeremiah !!
Digging through a drawer of pens and found a red one I really like that had a yellow to match (not that you can see it super well- woops)
Text & Rambles below!
"That's what it is to be human. Love, love doesn't have a shape. Love doesn't have a dimension. Love doesn't have limits and if you can... reach out for it, you grab hold of it with two hands and you never let go."
"I made a vow to my country."
"You made a vow to me!"
"Don't tell me about bein' in the war. My LEGS ARE MADE OF WOOD!" (Cubes)
"Well you know just as well as I do a part of you always stays on that battlefield."
"Yeah - My FUCKIN' LEGS!"
God these two are so fucking dramatic I love them <3 probably my favourite Sam monologue. And the last quote I included makes me laugh every time I hear it, just so silly. Messed up a little with my little cubes but we roll with it.
Notes: This was mostly me trying to figure out how to write Esmeralda as I haven't done that before. Hope you enjoy!
Esmeralda wasn't sure what brought her to America, of all places. She hadn't been in quite a while, never liked the place. Usually it was just Ybbob who made such trips. But she didn't want to deal with him. Last time he brought her something, it stabbed her.
The day was cold and cloudy, she was hardly dressed for it with her black shawl and red dress. Her own fault, really. So eager to just get away she hardly prepared at all. Least there wasn't many people around, on the shopping street she was mindlessly walking down. Would be easy to-
Esmeralda winced slightly, her hand going to her side. Very annoying. Part of her blamed herself — but that woman was quite beautiful. Terrible vampire slayer though.
She needed to sit down for a minute, pushing open the door to the first open building she found along the street. It was a small coffee shop, smelled sweet and of baked goods. Not many other people inside.
She didn't have any American money on her — another slight oversight in her planning, hopefully the owner wouldn't make a deal over just sitting down for a minute.
Picking a table as out of the way as possible, Esmeralda sat down with a quiet sigh. Just five minutes and she could move on —
"Excuse me, ma'am?"
Not even a minute…
She looked over towards the lady at the till who'd yelled at her. She looked older, hair a little gray, her face looked permanently annoyed.
"Can't sit there if you don't order."
Esmeralda sighed with an eye roll. Before she could respond, however, a customer in line spoke up.
"She's with me, actually, I'm just ordering for us." Her voice was kind and sweet, almost impressive how effortlessly the lie left her lips. "You wanted coffee or tea this time?"
"…Tea."
The woman nodded before turning back to face the worker with a smile and placing her order. Soon, she sat herself at Esmeralda's table with two drinks.
"Here you go, hope green tea is alright."
"I do not have money to pay you for it."
"Well that's alright, I said I was buying for us, did I not?" She remarked, pushing the drink in front of Esmeralda. "Amanda, by the way."
"… Esmeralda. And thank you. You did not have to help me."
"It's alright, I don't mind." Amanda insisted while removing her coat and resting it on the back of her chair.
"Why did you?"
She shrugged, taking a sip of her own drink. "Looked like you could use it. Not to be rude, but it looked like you were in pain while walking in here. And cold. Don't blame you for just wanting to sit down for a minute."
"Ah… yes." Pity. Lovely, because that's what she needed right now.
"I take it you aren't from around here?" Amanda assumed.
Esmeralda nodded. "No, just visiting America for a little. Needed to get away, as they say." She took a small drink of the tea in front of her. It wasn't terrible, and the warmth did feel good.
"Didn't expect it to be so cold?"
"Was not prepared for it."
"Isn't usually like it this time of year," Amanda noted. "Even if it's not the most appropriate for the weather, I will say I just love your dress."
"Thank you." Esmeralda smiled slightly, the compliment seemed genuine. Amanda just also seemed to have… an infectious sense of joy around her. It was almost sickening the way she felt the need to match it.
Amanda asked her a few other basic, small topic conversations. Where she was from, what she was doing in America, how she was liking it, and so on. Esmeralda gave slightly vague, technically true answers that seemed to satisfy the other girls curiosity.
She also seemed to slip a lot of compliments directed at Esmeralda rather effortlessly into conversations. And while she wasn't the most familiar with modern flirting, she'd like to think she could piece together something so obvious.
Something admirable about Amanda's courage. She was nice looking too — by anyone's standers surely. Esmeralda like the way her curly brown hair framed her face, the sound of her voice, the slight gap between her two front teeth. Things anyone with any amount of taste would pick up on.
The pair hadn't even realized the conversation had gone on for almost an hour until Amanda checked her cell phone.
"I'm sorry to be the one to end this, but I've got to get going," she said as she stood up. "But I really enjoyed this little date, Esmeralda. You make great company."
"I did too," Esmeralda agreed, resting her arm on the table as she looked up at Amanda.
Their goodbyes were brief, a little disappointing honestly, soon she was watching Amanda exist and the door fall shut behind her. Only right after, she realized the other girl's coat was still draped over the back of the chair.
Esmeralda got to her feet and picked it up. She could have run out after Amanda, very easily caught up with her. But instead, she was distracted by a napkin with writing falling to the floor as she moved the coat.
You could probably use this more than me. Can give it back to me at our second date <3
The note ended with what Esmeralda assumed was Amanda's phone number. Again, her courage was truly admirable. Especially considering she must have wrote the note while ordering their drinks, before they'd even spoke
Esmeralda slid on the coat. A little long on her, not her style by any means, but definitely warm and comfortable. She carefully folded the napkin in half and placed it in one of her newfound pockets, smiling to herself as she made her way back into the brisk air outside.
Returning to my Gacha Kid™ roots for Day 23 of @secret-from-the-samta 's Box of Ship events; Gemma×Thomas Sr Gacha Edit
Okay okay it's been a hot minute since I designed Gacha characters and I've never really gotten good with Gacha Life 2 but I think these two came out quite cute!
This was also an excuse for me to ramble about them + my designs :>
- Designs are pretty actor-accurate, especially Thomas
- Gemma's got slightly dirty blonde hair and a fun little hair tip.
- Thomas gets a Padawan braid because Thomas Jr said he'd look good with it (and he likes Star Wars too)
- Their height difference is everything to me
- Gemma's got hazel eye & Thomas has brown
- I curse thee both with bad eyesight
- Thomas's main love language is acts of services and Gemma's is quality time. He offers to help her with something and she'll usually accept whether she needs help or not just so they can spend time together + she knows he likes being helpful. If he can't help Gemma with something, Thomas will still hang around while she does it.
- Gemma wears a lot of pinks, blues & purples while Thomas wears blues, greens & occasionally yellows
- I really love the idea of these two slowly falling back in love after the events of the longform. Seriously one of these days I am going to write like a 10k + slowburn on these two rebuilding their relationship over the course of several years.
- Oh! Also after said many years they have another kid, a daughter who they name Emma (Thomas' idea)
written on 04/09/2025 (yeah it's old but I never got around to posting it)
entry 21, recorded on 22/02/2026
lyrics:
I am here for my best friend’s stag do
I will do whatever he wants to do for the rest of the weekend
Then we will move on
Stag stag stag
We are all constrained
By our fears, by our doubts, by social mores
after a whole week spent away
I still want you
But not remotely in the right way
Didn’t talk after new years
You didn’t think something was up
And youre still with julie
You still call her lucy
Being my best mate should be enough
But its not
I want more, i want more, i want more
Coming back from munich i feel shattered
But you’re telling me our friendship was all that really mattered
Now youre sending julie on her own stag with that demon
And yeah, it changed my life
But it didn’t give me any reason
You took me on this stupid trip and i still want you
Your nan defiled our friends and i still want you
You tried to kill me and i still want you
Fuck, i must be so pathetic, cause i still want you
I know youre not happy with this marriage
Half that letter was yours
She made a pass at me
And i still kept the peace
Cause it’s you
Theres a sheep in the toilet
Youre nan’s in the sauna
And all our mates have left
A farmhand named wilhelm tells us about berghain and the adrenaline your grandma kept
And as i sit there
I realise
That id do anything for you
Devotion and peace
Simple sweet melodies
I follow on my hands and knees
Did you enjoy the show today?
Me neither
Coming back from munich i feel shattered
And you told me that our friendship was all that really mattered
I didnt argue, i said the same to you
Id sacrifice the world and hell and heaven all for you
The stag was only meant to be a week
We’re only munich for so long
Ethel was meant to fix me but im leaving feeling even more wrong
We’ll go back home and youll be back to being hers
Yeah we’ll go back home and i’ll be back at my worst
Characters: John Jacob McAllister × Angelina "Angel" Roland
Song: Free - Mother Mother
For @secret-from-the-samta 's Box of Ships event, Day 21!
Told you I had at least one more Mother Mother song for this event! Oh how I love The Off-Season<3 John and Angel have my heart I swear, and this is their song I take no notes. Seriously though I cannot hear it without thinking of them it's kinda great.
Also my Jim × Jamie post will not be happening on time because I have something extra special planned that's gonna take a little longer, so expect them sometime later this week 👀
written for @secret-from-the-samta's box of ships! yay! written on 20/02/2026
entry 20! recorded on 21/02/2026
lyrics:
I met your father hunting pheasants
And i hated him straight away
Met you at the top of that staircase
Wanted to feel the same way
You were tall and you were pretty
You were clearly just like me
Made your mind up pretty quickly
I didn’t really get a chance to speak
Took you out to the park
Showed a little more of me
Bullet flies out from the dark
Your father atop a balcony
A ferry and a carriage
Im still bleeding out
You got us to paris
Im still filled with doubt
Of if im gonna make it
If youll see what i am
Im healing and im naked
And you still see im a man
I love you for who we are
I love you, my angel, my star
t4t angeljohn is my favourite sfth headcanon. might've made it too subtle here but TRUST it's there. also can you tell I rarely write love songs idk how well this went lol
Notes: Making another substitution because I've been thinking a lot about Bitch Spouses lately. I mean I always am thinking about this long form, but that's besides the point. This was something new for me and I had a good time writing it! My chromebook is actively dying though so not a lot of time to proof read haha-
You'll have to read on AO3 this time because of the formatting!
I missed a couple of days, but I don't have designs for 16 or 18. Soooooo. I'm skipping them.
Also, Pspspsps @roach-with-the-most here is a Vampire Slayer and Esmerelda. You will also get the other request within your request, hence me not using ur request. >:3
