#dear character

[xx-sketchy-xx]

she thinks he’s very cute

Haha! @sketchy-tour this is so fun!! Great open collab!

I love your style, it makes me scream happily ✨

[the-citrus-scale]

Dear Goose,

Okay. Seriously. What the fuck? You look like an adorable cat. You are not allowed to just spring that tentacle thing on us out of nowhere.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk. I want to know more about Flerken. Flerkens? How do you make that plural? Anyway. Are there more of you out there? Uh, are all the cats on Earth Flerkens, because I feel like that is something we should be made aware of, if that’s the case. For, you know, safety reasons. Do you have a home planet? Do you want to go back there? Do you have space travel? I know the Internet would love cats flying spaceships. Cats doing anything are kind of the Internet’s jam, after all.

Speaking of which, how intelligent are Flerkens? Can you understand us? Read? Write? Do you surf the Internet looking for cat memes, by chance? You seem to have the temperament of a real cat, to be honest, considering. You appear to have the vastly shifting loyalties of an Earth cat. And there was what you did to Nick’s eye. Super funny that that’s the real story, by the way. I think we all got a great laugh out of discovering that one.

And how does that pocket dimension in your stomach work? That seems a little awkward. Do the tentacles come from there? Like, really, are you Ben from The Umbrella Academy or something? Or are the tentacles just extra accessories? Not that that’s any less weird, mind you. Just curious. And did it, um, hurt when you barfed up the Tesseract? I feel like it would, but what do I know? I’ve never barfed up a Tesseract. Thank goodness.

Well, that’s enough questions for now, isn’t it? I want to end by just saying that I’m sorry about what happened to Mar-Vell, even though hanging out with Nick seems pretty cool too. I hope we get to find out what happened to you after the events of Captain Marvel, and I hope that you show up again in the Marvel continuity. Even with the tentacles, I think we’d all like to see more of you in the future.

Love, A Cat Person

[the-citrus-scale]

Dear Bucky,

Oh, my sweet summer child. Where do I even start? Listen, I know it’s been hard. You’ve been through it. Like, all of it. Most of us (read: all of us!) could never in a million years understand the kind of torment and anxiety you deal with daily. The PTSD alone must make it hard to get out of bed, but here you are. Looking like a whole snacc at the end of Endgame. And what are people concerned with? Not the smile on your face, or how content you seem. Nope. They’re all butthurt that you didn’t get Cap’s shield. But that smile told me something. You didn’t want it! You were more than willing to let Sam take up the mantle. Sure, you’ll help him, save him when necessary, and make sure he doesn’t make an entire ass of himself. But you never wanted it, and you’re good with how it all went down. How could you not be? You understand what’s at stake. You know the alternatives, probably better than most. It was only ever your intention that your best friend get the life he deserved and he did, so what’s there to be mad about exactly? 

Despite all the progress you’ve made, though, I still think it’s important that you get some help. I mean, for real. The world is at peace, for the moment, and you need a second to yourself. You have earned the right to regroup mentally and emotionally. Yes, you got a lot of that in Wakanda, but that was just your body coming down from the trauma of it all. You need to figure out who you are in this new world and what kind of coping mechanisms work for you. Healthy ones, I might add. No more drinking your troubles away, okay? Besides, now with Cap back and all old and stuff, I’m sure he’s got a ton of advice for you. Or, at the very least, he’ll always be good for a quiet talk about nothing in particular. Basically what I’m saying is chill out. You’ve earned it. 

The only tiny little criticism I have is that you didn’t get more play in this movie. You took your sweet ass time gettin’ resurrected, didn’t ya? Kinda rude if you ask me, but whatevs. Next time they bill you in a movie I expect no less than forty-five minutes of your fine ass. Deal? Cool. Now, hurry up because I’m pretty sure I just saw Sam run headfirst into that group of terrorists. 

Love, 

A Metal Arm Kink Enthusiast

[red-streaks]

Dear Charming

Dear Charming,

I am forced to send this letter to you, instead of Snow, via mail because your wife’s birds are refusing me service after the last incident. (I will take this opportunity to state again that the hex was purely accidental and I did not intend for Snow to loose that much hair.)

Tell your wife to act like an adult and take the time to discuss what she saw in my office yesterday morning. Emma is very upset that her mother is ignoring her. I’m not so put-out by Snow catching us in the act, but I’m afraid Emma won’t put out until Snow stops blushing and dodging at our every move. 

xxx

Regina Mills

P.S.

I still hate you, please stop inviting me to fish with you.

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[red-streaks]

Dear Emma Swan

Dear Emma Swan,

Please stop sending the Mayor’s office pictures of your bare arms. While they are exceptionally built and toned, the Mayor’s office does not require evidence of ‘these ripped babies’ because we do not desire to be ‘held by the arms of a goddess.’

However, we have received word that the house owner residing in 108 Mifflin street would, in fact, be susceptible to such activities. 

For all further contact regarding your admirable arms, please speak to Mayor Mills directly.

xxx

The Mayor

P.S.

Please be at 108 Mifflin by 7:30. Don’t be late.

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[red-streaks]

dear Regina Mills,

Dear Regina Mills, 

Before you throw this letter away I want to say that it technically wasn’t my fault and that hook got most of the coffee spilled on him anyways. 

Still, I guess I’m sorry for tripping and dumping my coffee on you at granny’s.

It’s just that you got a haircut and like, you look good in every hairstyle, okay, but your hair is back to that chin length that you had when Henry ran away (the first time) and I guess what I’m trying to say is can i come over and show you how sorry i truly am????

xxx 

Emma Swan

P.S.

thank you for cutting your hair 

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[writerwhitney]

Dear Character,

              Dearest Natalie,

              You were blessed. You fell in love twice, and fell out of love in order to love another. You walked the cold streets of lust, red lit. You were strong, the strongest I’ve ever known. But you were human, and could only stay strong for so long. You saved your love from himself, and destroyed him in the process, conjured his inner demons. You were the calm before the storm, the thorn in his side. He spiked his vein for you, painted your name in the blood from his arms. Your human voodoo doll. Your puppet. He trusted you, cut himself open and handed you heart in bloody palm. And you stitched him back up with your kiss. He loved you so. Rest easy now, angel, and know that you were loved, in spite of your wicked ways.

                Respectfully yours with sincere gratitude,  

                The writer who killed you