I’m not quite sure why I’m writing this honestly. They say we can get letters out but just one, and with most people here already you were one of the few I could think to write to.A little explanation is probably necessary. I’m in the United States, stuck here in the future with no idea how or why I’m here or any sense of how to get home. I don’t know if time has passed back home without me, or if time travel will make me come back to the moment I left when this is all over. Don’t worry about Washington though. It’s good. Marlene and James are here and I’ve mostly been happy despite the oddities and confusion. That isn’t what this letter is about.
I’m going to die. I’m going to die soon. I don’t know everything but from what I’ve gotten I think I’ve got a few years left before Voldemort comes for me and James. I’ve sort of been looking into seeing if there’s anything I can do about it, but time travel is complicated, and changing things is dangerous. If it comes down to a big risk I’m not going to put others in danger to save myself.
I suppose with that in mind I wanted to give you some sort of goodbye. I don’t know if you’d even care to hear it, given the time since we last talked. Maybe you’ve moved on. Maybe you regret having a friendship with a muggleborn and I’m just sending this for myself, and are thrilled to hear the Dark Lord’s attempts to get rid of us are working to a certain extent. That’s okay. I’m saying this for me then, to get out what I want to say. You were my first best friend, the first person to introduce me to magic, and no matter how poorly things worked out in the end it did mean a lot to me. I’ll probably always associate a little bit of magic with you. I haven’t forgiven you. I never will. But that doesn’t change our history or the good years that we had. Sometimes I really do wish things could have been different, that I could have found a way to forgive you, or better yet, you could have never said what you said. But something else would have pulled us apart even then I bet. We were hurdling in different directions ever since Hogwarts started, and whatever you’d like to say this was probably inevitable. Despite that I do wish you’re happy. I hope you find a way to be with better people, to do good things, to have a good life. I know you’re better than the people you surround yourself with in school, and while I have no intention of telling you what to do with how apart we are, I do wish you’d do better.
You don’t owe me anything. We haven’t been friends in years and we’ve clearly both moved to different points in life, so don’t think I’m expecting anything from you or asking you to grant some final wish in my name. I suppose if you get the chance and you still care at all I’d just hope you could keep an eye on my son, Harry. I don’t know what will be happening to him once I’m gone, and I’m already worried. There’s very little family he could go to besides Petunia, and I’m sure you can immediately see the concerns there. Please, if you want to do just one thing for me it would be to look after him, see that he’s at least safe, and maybe happy. I’m willing to die protecting him, and all I can hope is that he loves every second of the life he gets out of it, no matter how foolish that might be.
This is it then. You don’t need to try to contact me beyond this letter. In fact I’d prefer you didn’t. I don’t think we’re ever in places again where speaking will end anywhere other than fighting. We just don’t know how to grow and change together, and that’s alright. Don’t force something that won’t work. Just know that you were important to me despite it all, and I hope things work out for you. Don’t spend too long mourning me. If I die protecting my family then it’s really all alright. It’s what I’d choose to do every time.
Burn this letter. It’s already risky sending information like this to anyone. We don’t know what could go wrong if more people find out. Thanks.
hw task 04: the one with the letter writing!! (from this post on the main 1 year ago)
i’m aware that this is so old, but as i didn’t join the rp until october, i missed out on this task before! so i’m doing it now, late. and to be fair, it DOES say there’s “no set time limit” 😂
not everyone would have taken the opportunity to do this, so my characters NOT writing letters and why:
wei wuxian has no memories of anyone outside of D.C., so he wouldn’t write to anyone. same with kaz brekker. everyone patroclus knows is dead, so... he wouldn’t write a letter, either. pippin thinks it’s probably be better if he explains everything to his family in person whenever he gets back, and he’s got terrible handwriting anyway, so he’d skip out on the opportunity. peter pettigrew would rather not anyone know he was here in the first place, so no letter from him. and the only person yu ri cares about is rang, and he’s here, so no letter needed there.
and then below are my other characters’ letters! i should have put these alphabetically but i started writing them in order of when i picked up the characters and it’s too much work to copy/paste everything around at this point.
martin blackwood: letter to jon sims (the only people left at the Institute martin could have talked to are: jon, basira, and daisy. he doesn’t much like daisy and between jon & basira he’s known jon for longer, so that’s why he’d choose him as letter-recipient.)
Jon, It’s Martin. It’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, by now! Nearly a year. I hope you’re well. I promise I didn’t mean to abandon the Institute, and if I knew of a way to leave, I swear I would have told you so you could leave too. But-- I ended up here in America accidentally, severed from the Eye (as far as I can tell). I REALLY mean accidentally. I don’t even know how I got here, honestly. Anyway. Melanie’s here! And from a few years ago! (Yeah, time travel’s a thing.) The good news is that she’s got her eyes and everything, so that’s a definite benefit. She never even worked for the Institute, where she came from, still doing her YouTube thing. We don’t talk much, since she doesn’t remember me. I should tell you-- I was working with Peter Lukas on purpose, at the end there, before I ended up here. It’s too complicated to put in a letter but do know that I was trying to help, although I realize now that I approached it all wrong. We should have communicated better, all of us, especially after the thing with the Unknowing. Speaking of communicating, this might be the only time you hear from me. But rest assured, I’m okay! Not devoured by worms, or stalked by fears. I’ve got a normal desk job now, and I’m doing alright. I don’t think the Extinction’s much of an immediate threat, so I hope you’re not worried about that too much. I think about Sasha and Tim every so often, and you as well. Please be safe, and get out when you can, but not by doing anything drastic. You’re so clever, you always have been, and I know you’ll be alright. Don’t trust Peter. Sincerely, Martin Blackwood.
holland vosijk: a letter to kell in red london (kell is the only other known Antari, and although holland has an antagonistic relationship with him and they’re from two parallel realities, he’s the only one he would trust with this information)
Kell-- I hope this letter finds you, though you know me better than to think I’d wish it finds you “well.” Regardless, I must admit that even your face would be a welcome one. I’ve found myself in the world below yours, the one sans-magic, a few hundred years in the future and on the other side of the sea. I am aware that sounds impossible, but I assure you that it’s true. My magic works as usual except for Travelling, which is what keeps me from returning. Should you find yourself once again in the world you always referred to as “Grey London,” do ask around about rumors of a capital city in America called Washington, D.C. I would appreciate any information you might find out regarding it’s magical status, though I’ve no idea if you’ll have a way to return this correspondence. I will also take the liberty of warning you that I have been here for months and the Danes are surely sore about my absence from their command. Should you find yourself in Makt, you would do well to avoid them, as they may be looking for a new pet by now. I tell you this not out of kindness or concern for your well-being but because I fear what they may do if they have control over a new Antari’s power in their disgruntled state. Do both of our worlds a favor and avoid travelling for the time being. Holland.
yuri plisetsky: a letter to his coach (even if he’d want to write to his family, his skating comes first. this letter would be written in russian, but I don’t actually know russian, so.)
It’s Yuri. I have been trying to call you but my phone does not go through. I can’t leave this place in America. It’s partway your fault since you sent me here. Tell my sponsors I am NOT DEAD, only stuck in a weird magic town. Have you heard of a skater named Victor Nikiforov? He says he knows me but I do NOT remember him. He promised to choreograph a program for me. Don’t get mad, he’s very good. I will try to get out of this city by the next round of prelim competitions for the grand prix. I’m still practicing every day and I will definitely WIN!
orpheus: a letter to eurydice (he loves & misses her so much; his letter would be short but sweet and would include pressed flowers, just in case there aren’t flowers down there and she needs to remember what they look like)
Eurydice: I hope letters can travel to where you are. It’s me! The wind may have changed on us, but you’re still my sun and my north. I’m coming after you, it’s only that I got caught up on the way. I’ve never wanted anything more than to hold your hand and bring you back to the world above, and I swear that I'll be there as soon as I can. Wherever you go, I go. I love you now and forever. Your Orpheus~
melanie king: a letter to andy caine (her former youtube channel co-host; her parents are both gone or she’d write to them, so she figures-- why not at least let one person know where she is, even if they’d fought the last time they spoke in person)
Hey Andy, I know we’re not on the best of terms but I thought I’d let you know I’m in America for the foreseeable. I’ve been publishing videos on my channel-- though no idea if they show up anywhere other than here-- it’s a long story. I’m still alive, and if any of my extended relatives come looking for me just let them know I’m “abroad.” One of my cameras is still at your place. Don’t sell it-- I’ll be back for it at some point or you’ll owe me £800. -Mels
henry strauss: a letter to his parents (he packed up and left NYC without really telling anyone where he was going, so. time to rectify that poor decision)
Mom and Dad, I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye. I can’t face goodbyes without getting emotional, you both know that. (If it helps, I didn’t tell any of my friends goodbye either, so I hope you didn’t give them a hard time when you realized I’d gone.) I’ve had to keep secrets from you that I genuinely regret, but please know that I never wanted to hurt you. My whole life I always tried to be a good son, and I’m trying to the kind of person here that you always taught me to be. You might not hear from me again, and that’s alright. I hope you can accept that, and know that wherever I am, I love you. Henry
wen kexing: a letter to gu xiang (wen kexing has trust issues. he wouldn’t want any correspondence to get intercepted by the five lakes alliance or with reference to his status in ghost valley, so this isn’t technically a letter with any specific information: it’s a classical Du Fu poem about travelling. he’s super pretentious about quoting literature, so he would have picked something fancy like this to code his message in to prove that it’s actually him. and to code it, he’d have written certain characters in dark purple ink instead of black to send to a’xiang, his maid who’s essentially his younger sister/adopted daughter, to try and explain where he is. even if someone noticed the change in coloring, the message wouldn’t mean much to anyone but a’xiang. he’d also include a brief coda at the end in his own words. and each line would be written in a vertical column but that’s too annoying to format for tumblr)
寺忆曾游处 (purple last two characters for ”travel” and “place”)
桥伶再渡时 (purple last two characters for “crossing” and “time”)
江山如有待 (purple last character that means “stay”/“await” so she knows to wait for him to return)
花柳更无私
野润烟光薄 (purple second-to-last character for “light” to indicate he’s not in the ghosts’ world anymore; she’ll know what that means)
沙暄日色迟
客愁全为减 (purple last four characters of this line-- in the context of the poem, this phrase basically means “sorrow fades away” but read on their own it’s just, like, “don’t worry so much”)
舍此复何之
当好姑娘 (“be a good girl”)
給阿舒我的爱 (”give my love to A’Xu”)
哥 (just “ge” for brother)
noah czerny: a letter to gansey (gansey’s the leader, after all, so it makes sense to send him the letter.)
Dear Gansey: surprise! Blue & I are stuck in Washington D.C. She’s been here for much longer than I have, she said. Time’s weird here. I hope you & Adam & Ronan are alright. I don’t know if you will have noticed that I’m gone, but if you do, don’t worry: we’ll both come back when we can. Tell the others hello from me, keep looking for Glendower (good luck!) and don’t crash the Pig! :P -Noah
I know you will never see this and you know I am not much of a writer, actually if I don’t finish this soon I’ll probably kick my own ass but . . . I need you, you know? I am a real hardass that would rather die than admit to needing anyone but there is something about you that turns me into that little boy I never got the chance to be. That little boy that wants to curl up in his mother’s arms and seek the comfort that I know only you can offer and sometimes . . . I NEED that comfort. Dammit that is something I never thought I’d ever be able to say. Admitting to need anything makes me feel weak and vulnerable and I can’t be that way, Mom, I can’t. It’s my job to be strong, protect the family, protect my little brother, look after dad.
He’s back by the way. Dad. and he wants to right all of his wrongs, wrongs that seem so insignificant now and the moment I saw him again all that mattered was taking advantage of the time I didn’t get to have with him. I can still see in his eyes how much he loves you, how much we all love you and that we’re all okay now because of that strong and kind spirit. How Sammy and I managed to literally survive through hell and back. I used to think it was because of us but it was because of you. You’ve been watching over us, haven’t you? You’ve always been watching over us and when you came back into our lives for those few years they were some of the best of my life. I never knew how much I needed my mom until I had you back. I had you back and I was not going to let you get taken away from me again. It was like a dream come true. I never got that chance to know you the way I did in that short time and the woman I got to know is strong, independent, caring, stubborn as hell and still doesn’t know how to cook worth a damn but she is my hero. She is everything I wish I could be and I failed her.
I failed you. I know you won’t let me take the blame but it is MY fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I knew the danger, the risk and I let you go. I let you go when I promised myself I’d not let you out of my sight and it hurts. I am not okay. I feel as if my heart has been completely ripped from my chest to know it happened at the hands of someone we considered family, it starts to make me question if I should be trusting anyone but Sam but I’ve let him down too, both of them, him and Jack, I saw the pain in his eyes when we had to turn our back on him. I did it so easily. I gave up on the kid and not a day goes by where I don’t feel guilty about that but I was so angry, he took my mom away from me and the reason I can’t take comfort in your arms right now is because of him and that was the only thing that mattered. I am not okay without you. I lose sight of that goodness that radiates from you when you aren’t here to remind me it’s in me too. I almost shot him and I would have too if it weren’t for Sam. He reminds me of you, you know? The way he just sees good in everyone and opens his heart to let everyone in. It will probably be the death of him but I guess that is why I am here; to protect your little boy from trusting the wrong person too hard. Don’t worry, Mom, I know now why I am such an insensitive jackass. Sammy is in good hands but that doesn’t make me miss you any less.
That doesn’t make me not want to still ask you for advice because I think I’ve found her. I think I’ve found the one and it terrifies the shit out of me. I am not good at this. She says she loves me and dammit I love her too and her son, our son. I am a freaking father and I don’t know what the hell I am doing. I am terrible at it, these kids deserve better . . . yeah kids. I have a daughter too, who is also the light of my life and looks at me like I am her hero and it is just the last thing I am. I don’t deserve them, any of them just like I didn’t deserve you, the thoughts I’ve had, the things I’ve done, I am not a hero, I feel like a damn monster. Why should someone like that deserve to have such great people in his life? It’s not fair. All of the good ones deserve better and I deserve worse but it’d be nice to hear you disagree, even if you don’t, it’d be nice to hear your voice tell me I am worth so much more than I give myself credit for and make me believe it because you’re the only one that can. God what I wouldn’t give to hear your voice again right now. I valued every second I had with you, but it wasn’t long enough. It was never long enough. I wish you were here.
I don’t know where I am (well I do, it’s DC, but like, not a normal DC) or why I’m here, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m okay. And I miss you.
I have a couple jobs here, so that’s nice. I work at a restaurant and now that school’s started I’m going to be tutoring kids. Math obviously. I haven’t decided if I’m going to do it for elementary, middle/high school, or college though. I want to do college but I feel like they won’t take me seriously because, you know, I’m 18. I’m the age of a freshman with the ability to tutor a 4000 level class? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just advertise all and see who contacts me.
A week or so ago I ran into someone who looked exactly like you. I’m not kidding. Like literally your face. Minus the beard. I almost cried but didn’t. First because I thought it was you and I was so happy, then because I realized it wasn’t. He was nice though. His name is Steve. Maybe he’s like a long lost twin or something. Wouldn’t that be cool?
I hope Fred is doing well. He’s getting old. Hopefully he’s still around whenever I get out of this place. Oh and Roberta. Give her my well wishes too. I miss her a lot. (but not as much as you) (don’t tell her i said that)
I hope I get out of this parallel DC soon, or maybe you’ll show up. At least we’ll be together.
I wish I knew who you were. Part of me feels like I do. I don’t want this to sound weird it will no matter what, but you’ve been in my dreams a lot. Especially as of late.
This town is weird and people have just popped up out of nowhere. Apparently some have memories and some don’t. Memories of like a past life or something, I’m not sure. I feel like you were probably a part of my past life, or forgotten life, or whatever.
Based on my dreams, we were interns together. We were friends. I’m not sure where we interned, but it rained a lot. Maybe Florida, or Washington state? I’m secretly hoping for London.
There was someone called Medusa that we didn’t like, I’m assuming it was a moniker we gave them. Clearly whoever it was, we didn’t like them. You mention someone named Alex a lot, so I’m going to say that you’re probably dating. I hope that’s still going good. As far as I know, I wasn’t in this past life. I’m still single now, so I guess nothing has changed.
I think you and I were the closest, but there were 3 others that would show up in my dreams too. We must’ve been a little friend group. Sometimes it’s just the two of us so I don’t know if we were the ones that made it through or what happened to those other 3. I wish there was more I could tell you but I just don’t have the details. And I don’t know your name. Not that that would help much in this case. Maybe it would jog my memory but I doubt it.
I’m not sure of the specialty you’ve chosen or if you’re still deciding, so I’m just going to go with general. You seem like someone who likes doing a little bit of everything. In case you’re wondering, well, I haven’t decided yet either, but I really like neuro.
Anyways, this letter is pretty much just a way to get these things off my mind.
written the night following the end of the movie
(before she showed up in washington w/o memories)
Dear Tadashi,
Hi.
As you know, I’m not usually a soft, share your feelings type of person. But I do miss you and think about you a lot. I thought I would write this letter as a way to catch you up on what you’ve missed the past month or so and maybe as a way to process you being gone.
Losing you was hard on all of us, but as expected, it was the worst on Hiro. He really looked up to you and I’m sure you knew that. He got accepted into SFIT - Cass told us - but he didn’t come right away. I think the letter came just a day or two before your funeral. He didn’t register until weeks later. But I’ll get to that.
On one of the group’s many late night drives (we miss having you in the car) we saw a kid and a robot roaming the streets. We followed them to a shipping container dock and there we almost died. I’m not kidding. (by the way, yes, it was Hiro and Baymax in case that wasn’t obvious.) Some guy in a kabuki mask was using Hiro’s microbots and tried to throw a shipping container on us.
While being chased by this guy, I eventually took the wheel (Wasabi likes to follow the law and this wasn’t the time). We ended up in the ocean and your robot saved us. We started walking - wet and cold - and ended up at Fred’s mansion. (that’s not a mistake, he’s actually rich.....just dresses homeless.)
Here’s where the kinda fun stuff begins.
Fred gave Hiro the brilliant idea of making us into superheroes to find this stranger. The outfits he made each of us are actually pretty cool. I’m basically a human bike and I have discs I can throw. Wasabi has plasma hands, Honey has a chemical purse, Fred has a suit that breathes fire, and Hiro and Baymax fly.
Hiro enhanced Baymax’s scanner to help find the man, and he finds him on a quarantined island far off the coast.
This letter is getting long, sorry.
Long story short, turns out the masked man was Callahan. Hiro felt betrayed and now blamed him for your death. He threw out your healing memory card and put in a different one, ordering Baymax to kill Callahan. Luckily Honey Lemon managed to get your card back in, stopping Baymax and letting Callahan get away.
We later find out that Krei was working on a transportation project that involved portals and Abigail, Callahan’s daughter, was the pilot for the test run. The portals combusted and she was assumed dead. Callahan blamed Krei for her death.
At the opening ceremony for the new KreiTech campus, Callahan showed up again, and with the microbots put one of the portals back together, sucking up the new building.
Long story short again (sorry) - I’m trying hard to not make this letter into a 20 page thesis - we begin to run from the portal as it starts to tear itself apart, but Baymax detects a sign of life inside. It’s Abigail, in hypersleep.
Just like you, Hiro has to help and him and Baymax go into the portal. But only Hiro and Abigail come out.
Callahan gets arrested, Abigail goes to the hospital, and the five of us leave the scene. This morning on the news, they obviously reported about it and included us. “a group of unidentified individuals who prevented what could have been a major catastrophe.”
Anyways, it’s been hard without you but I suppose we’ve been doing okay. Hiro even said that he was finally going to register for classes and plans on making a Baymax 2.0
a task in which one hayley marshall-kenner sends a letter to her husband.
hey jack,
god how do I even start this jack? maybe by saying I’m sorry, I don’t know - it was my fault you died - you were in danger just by loving me all because I was connected to the mikaelsons, especially to klaus. I miss you and I know you wouldn’t want me to blame myself for what happened to you, but I can’t help it. if you and I had never met again, you might still be here, we might still be a family. hope misses you too - you should see her, she’s so grown up now and she’s really smart. but she started to cause trouble - the hollow, an ancient evil was inside hope and klaus, elijah, rebekah and kol split its power to keep her safe, but under the condition that they could never see her or each other again - it worked for a while, until klaus started frequenting the bar where elijah worked.
I hope you can forgive me for also moving on, it took me a long time to get over what happened to you, but I met someone else, declan - he’s cami’s cousin from ireland and he makes me feel normal amongst all of the chaos, I’m sorry that I moved on, because in all honesty - I’ll always love you jack. everything was good, that was until something from klaus’ past showed up to haunt him - a fascist group of vampires who hate werewolves and hybrids. hope tired to take things into her own hands and tried to make things right with her and her dad, but the woman who ran the group, had her son bond with hope and he got into her head and found where she hid me. they cut my tattoo off my back and sent it to klaus and elijah, they took a part of me and used it as a ploy to get them riled.
god they hid me in an abandoned house for weeks, I can only imagine how out of his mind klaus was going - how hope felt. and then gretta came and tried to kill hope - I did what I thought was right, I broke her finger off and I threw us both outside - they’d taken my daylight ring as soon as they took me, so I took hers and her finger. I can’t begin to explain how much pain I felt when I died, that burning, but at least hope was safe - she was safe from those monsters who tried to hurt her. there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of you and I hope that in another life we can be together, I really do, maybe in whatever afterlife there is we can be together, be with everyone we’ve lost, ollie, aiden, our parents and eventually when the time is right, hope will join us.
