#the pie

[every-black-butler-food]

[probably-shey]

I don't have anyone irl I can capslock yell at in a text over this who would understand ok

NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I GOT THE PIE IN THE WILD,

Yeah there's rhat one in wherever the fuck, nuka world I think that always gives you it but I don't count that one

screaming

[frankierobinder]

Mama I cant be doing this rn I need to apply to college 😭😭😭😭😭

[onlythespiesappearhere]

Made a new Spy oc

His name is The Pie. Thanks to @da-pizz for recommending this name!

His story is that he is a lonely 12 feet tall creature and he wanted to make friends. But then, his whole life will change because he saw a poster about hiring a new "The Pie" (Spy). He didn't quite understand what is a spy but he did understand that he will be meeting new people and maybe... MAKE FRIENDS!!! Luckily for him, there were resumes and pens in front of the poster. So he took one and started to write everything down about knowing everything about being a "Spy". A few days, he went to the interview, and how he knew when it was the interview it was written on the resume. Ms. Pauling was shocked...

This is how the interview went...

Ms. Pauling: Soo um... What's your name sirrrrrr...???

The Pie: ....name.... Oh! THE PIE!!!

Ms. Pauling: The pie...? Okay... So... Tell me what your abilities...?

The Pie: Uuuhhh..... I... Know how to pie (spy)???

He soon got hired...

Also... He doesn't kill or anything like that. No! He likes to kill his enemies with love and hugs. He also befriended his team Pyro and the enemy Pyro!

Another fact...

He really can't die...

[immagrosscandy]

Heh :)

[fanficmemes]

Dear CB,

How amazing of a news is that you could start writing again!

That in the gods good grace the desire to write continue, and if it again disappear no sadness take your soul.

Do not dare attach my name to the Brits, being them not my most dreadful enemy only for the existence of the Frenchs. I have, as is clear, a great number of enemies, as is use in our countries to hate our neighbours near and far, since memory is long and we still remember all the disrespect of the last centuries. Every European can confirm to you the complex geopolitical situation that does not come to war only cause we have decided to fight out hatred by music, in a quite queer and gay big ritualistic ceremony happen once a year. Still some country will give pain and chagrin to others, and we are far from the happiness of complete peace, but better not talk about the tiring and sad politics we can do little about.

For my identity just know of me as European, without knowing my residence. I personally like to still have some mystery, a some of the most eccentric gentry like to do, even if i am sure my ineptitude for silence will tell you everything in future letters. If you like the idea of picturing my accent, i will let you know i am mistaken for French when in England and English when in France, that make for a funny hardship to know how exactly i sound, not having myself an answer.

Do not worry about not finding me, since i have to confess i rarely write in the same way every pieces, being all of them sent in wildly different times of the day and moods of my spirit. Just know i surely sent more than fifty letters in the last months, spacing from cursed to personal to general, but not keeping a copy of them in my diary i find difficult to know the exact number. Sometimes i will see in your so interesting paper one of the letter I sent a fortnight before, and do not even recognize my pen for the first words.

This week i decided to take again my quill for the cursed space, with at least three, maybe five if you consider them worthy of cursed, small letters, wanting to excuse myself for the absence of last week. Nothing too terrible i am afraid to confess, but something we had still to talk about.

I would be delighted to receive a photography of your pressed flowers, and your recipe that so much seem warm and comforting. Pecans are not a native fruit of this earth, but I am sure to find them in some of the most exotic pharmacies.

Yours,

Soupy

Dear Soup,

I must admit that I felt a great relief upon hearing that you aren’t part of that accursed place. I and the Brits have been feuding for many years, and it was quite a comfort to hear that you aren’t a part of our fight.

I’d never be so crass as to ask for your location, but I must admit, I am most intrigued. Anywhere that has raised such a person as yourself must be quite charming. Although I am rather sad that we will never meet in a farmers market as I peruse the tomato stalls, I’m glad to know that you must come from a lovely place.

I’ve been keeping an eye out for your most anticipated letters, and I believe I’ve spotted one. I’m most excited to begin tomorrow’s morning posts, especially since you’re involved in the writing of the letters.

The flowers should be done pressing by next week, and I shall attach the recipe to the flowers as not to lose them. I hope you will enjoy them both as much as I’ve enjoyed your letters.

All yours,

CB

[roseunspindle]

National Velvet