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RULES:
- Any form of letter that is admiring, positive and affectionate is welcome! A love letter can be platonic, romantic, familial, etc. Characters of all ages are welcome, but there should be no romantic letters from adult characters to minors or minor characters to adult characters.
- No NSFW/NSFL. Flirting is acceptable. Yandere is acceptable.
- Three sentences minimum, maximum is uncapped.
- Please wait every two posters to post!
EXAMPLES:
character a: it's me give me a love letter
character b: gwen steffani, your hair is so beautiful. the other day when you were saving those older people you looked so amazing. i cherish your muscles and amazing name. i'd like to hold your hands.
character c: viper.. you're so adorable. like the perfect puppy, i love your hair. you kicked me in the shin and dropped me from a building, but i can't stop thinking about you.
-yours truly, harry potter
if this doesn't take off, i'll delete it in quiet shame!
Charlotte stared at the computer screen. Was this really the best thing to do? She was reaching out to a complete stranger, and one she'd seen when she was performing a hit. Not to mention he was still a child, getting a sudden email from a stranger could do more damage than good. But, she wanted to him to at least know his good deed hadn't gone unnoticed, even if the only one who saw happened to be a sniper.
"To Aiden,
You don't know me. My name is Charlotte. The other day I had seen you pick something up for an elderly woman. It may have seen like a small task, but I saw the look on her face. If I had to guess, you were the first person in a while to help her, or perhaps the first to interact with her. It's something not many people think about now. I've seen the much uglier side of it, so seeing someone as kind as you around is... nice.
Thank you,
Charlotte"
oh god. this is long. I'll spoiler my reply so that my post is easy to scroll past fgbdftgbgf-
In all honesty, Brown was still pretty fucking pissed about being insulted by the younger woman in their last encounter... Though the aristocrat did technically deserve it! In hindsight, asking for a quick peck on the lips as a test was a shitty idea, and so she was able to concede her error in that department. She should've just asked for a kiss on the hand like a normal, stuffy bitch- Aristocrat. Even then, however, the older woman had the feeling that the outcome wouldn't have changed one bit... Something about the other party was so blunt that it was almost coarse, after all.
Brown had no idea whether to exactly condone that or not.
She did, however, appreciate the other party for kicking Johnson's ass a while back. Now that asshole deserved it for sure, the woman smugly groveled with a hum while gently tapping the point of her quill against the edge of her paper. The only word written on it was "Dear," and even then, she was regretting that diction at this very moment. Perhaps she should've just went with something more impersonal - such as "Hello," or "Salutations." Ah well. The ink for the "Dear" had dried, and she really saw no need in getting a new sheet.
A typewriter would've been much more practical for this particular endeavor, but - alas - Brown was an elitist who also liked to be pretentious with the way she presented herself. Nice!
So, it only took her too long to complete the letter in question, and who could blame her for that? Certainly not herself, who remained guilt-free in everything. Perhaps she could lay it on Johnson - for being a stupid prick - if this went south, because Brown wouldn't have even written the letter if Johnson didn't get scared like that. As for the letter itself... It included the following writing:
Dear whomever it may concern,
I know that our previous encounter in-person did not exactly start off in the best manner, and I still cannot excuse the way you spoke to me. It was rather profane, and as someone who tends to loosen the tongue every so often, I found your slights against my ranking rather offensive. However, after recent events that have unfolded - and that I have become aware of - I am starting to reconsider my indignation on the matter.
My friend, Johnson, did tell me that you scared him a while back. You drifted through his hallway and told him that you saw dead people, to which he found that the most deeply unsettling. He did not scream, unfortunately, but his nerves were quite wracked. He told me himself, and I am merely conveying this to you, given that I doubt that he would ever admit it himself. You would be right in assuming that he is far too proud for his own good, but in that admission, he was quite humble to me. I must thank you for that, knocking him off that obnoxious pedestal of his and forcing him to come to his senses.
However, as a result of your actions, he did not express interest in getting to know you better, which is quite unfortunate given your power.
It is common for friends to disagree on certain subjects, and I would be no exception to that rule. While Johnson prefers to stay away from you for the time-being, I would like to bring up the previously mentioned fact that I am reconsidering my indignation. Would I consider you a friend o an ally? No, or at least not yet. I am, however, intrigued by you, and I would not mind getting to know you better. Feel free to count this as another invitation to my residence, though it is not an obligation by any means. Do, however, know that if you choose to accept this request, I would expect you to act a bit more civil in your discussion with me. Yes, I reek of death, but it is a bit of a logical stretch to call me a "stinky old lady."
In highest regards,
Brown
She wouldn't send it herself. A servant would do the dirty work for her. Just in case. After all, they were always interchangeable and dispensable, whereas there was - unfortunately - only one Wolf.
yum. a follow-up. it's drama time, my dudes.
also, as a quick side-note, iirc the "your OC has a crush on the one above" thread got matured haha. I won't go into the probable reasoning why, since that's not really appropriate for this post, but that's pretty much what happened- :0c
After what seemed like an eternity, Brown received a letter from the detective she had admired a while back. Better late than never, she thought with a wry giggle as she scanned the envelope. It looked like it had been assembled together by a child, with those weird little hearts adorning the edges, though... She did remember, from the distant past, that he had two girls, so... Her stomach turned.
"Did he really fucking use his daughters in this?" asked the woman who made someone else send all those letters instead of her. Brown rolled her eyes before sniffing and tearing at the envelope, her fingers almost grazing against the paper quite clumsily as she attempted to take the letter out. How pitiful, but in her defense, it wasn't like she had ever dealt with an envelope before; after all, she always condemned her friend Johnson to do the deed for her, and she could feel his stare on her shoulders from afar...
With a sigh, she waved a hand at him and grunted, "It's fine now; don't worry."
"You sure?" he asked with a raised brow.
"What do you think I said?" she retorted with a snap, shaking the emptied envelope at him. Brown almost grinned when he winced, and she kept glaring daggers at him until he finally left the room, presumably to try... Reading, or some other aristocratic shit. The woman carefully adjusted the crow's-feather brooch on her bosom before nudging the envelope aside and examining the paper itself. At least that one was plain. Brown pouted before unfolding the paper and starting to read.
Huh.
Leaning back against her seat, Brown hummed, "He doesn't know shit about why I kept it secretive, hm? Good for him," while a small smile appeared on her face. True, she was flattered, but... At the same time, it was all too clear that whatever infatuation she had for him - if it even existed in the first place - was... Well... Gone. If she were to maintain a relationship with him , it'd be strictly on her terms, and she'd be the one keeping him wrapped around her finger.
"It's probably for the best that he doesn't know me better anyhow," she remarked further with a wry laugh, "I like being the mysterious one, and... If he were to learn too much about me, that facet of me would be ruined..." She clicked her tongue against her palate, before giving the paper another shake. "... But this could be intriguing. This could be good fun. I hope this is a ploy, because if not..." Brown abruptly ceased reading the letter and nudged that off to the side as well.
She crossed her arms before coarsely calling out to Johnson, "Excuse me, Johnson? Can you gather some writing supplies for a second? I have a reply to write, and I need it to be good. I need it to be convincing. So make it quick and snappy, or I'll fucking beat your ass in a fight." Brown received no answer, but that didn't faze her. She just adjusted the brooch again and laid her hands behind her head with a small, all-too-conniving sniff.
Brows furrowed to the point of twitching, Ennette pursed her lips and concentrated heavily on the blank piece of paper resting on her desk, staring right back at her. She had studied politics, herbs, astrology, physics, math, you name it! But writing a letter? To someone she loved? That was the hardest thing she'd ever done!! Ah, and it wasn't like he even knew her, too! That made this far more important, because this would serve as her first impression! And if she got it wrong then... then she'd be alone for eternity!!
With the pressure overwhelming her, Ennette dug her fingers into her hair and tilted her head back to let out a long whine. As soon as it was done, she looked back at the paper with much more determination. Okay! Mind's clear now! Now she had everything she needed to write, and she'd take all night until it was perfect!
And she did.
There were crumpled up pieces of paper littering her floor, there were even some doodles and hearts drawn around from moments of daydreaming. But after hours of writing, reading over, checking grammar, re-writing, re-reading, etc., she was confident that she had finally written the best love letter. Part of her wondered if it would be more romantic to write a song for him too, but the very idea exhausted her, so hopefully the letter would be fine enough.
"Dear Mr. Ethan!
Hi! Hello! My name is Dora, but please call me Ennette! I was the girl with the white hair you saved the other day when a thief came to take my wallet! :0 I thought it was really brave and noble of you to help someone you'd never met before. You were like a hero in a fairy tale!! And you looked really cool, too! I've never met a detective before, but I know you're always doing your best to help people around, and I admire it!
If you wouldn't mind, do you think we could talk sometime? In person, I mean! I'd love to get to know more about you, and if it's all right with you, I'd like to learn about your scars and your arm. It must be another heroic tale of yours no doubt! Plus, then maybe we could fall in love and get married!" The last line seems to be frantically scribble out. "Anyways, I wanted to thank you again for helping me! I hope others get a chance to see your good deeds!
Love you,
BEST REGARDS,
Ennette Litari"
The minute she read "To" she was all his
(enette what did your father teach you about creepy boys!)
A message was to be delivered, without a source. Where it came from, who is to be too sure- only that it's there, folded away in a crisp, seemingly untouched white envelope. The paper inside is ordinary parchment, however there does seem to be a faint scent of a man's cologne upon it. Upon opening the folded note, the writing is legible, in a gentle cursive. Nothing too fancy, and yet nothing too casual. A medium.
To the 'Princess',
Are princesses even a thing anymore? You must be from England. I've been in the background of your life for awhile now. That big guy you hang out with, what's his name? He looks unfriendly. He's not your boyfriend, is he? Haha, am I asking too many questions? Sorry, if I am. I just think you're a better fit with someone else, you know? That guy looks like he's into bad stuff. We could hang out instead? I'm not a prince, but I can probably treat you better and offer a different life. Do you like dogs? We can get some dogs, and live better. hahaha, that sounds creepy doesn't it?
Really, though.
If you're interested in someone better, meet me at the graveyard.
I promise we won't go in there.
(It's about to get creepier)
It was dawn and night was about to bring it's beautiful darkness upon the land. As Sean was walking down a quiet road, more and more bats started fluttering around him. Suddenly a piece of paper, folded in the middle, gently dropped in front of him. It was a little crumbled and if he'd look hard enough, he'd find some scratches. The writing on it was... Readable, but not very clean.
'Dear dirty human,
I like how you sometimes smell of blood. I don't know why you do that but it's nice. You should smell like blood more often and stop showering. I would like to learn your name sometime, because even though I've been watching you for some time (I know what happened in the mall by the way) I still don't know it. And even though you're a human and I despise you, I guess I want to know other stuff, too, like if you rip petals of a flower, and the flower has a lot of petals, would you rip of each petal indivudally, would you take another flower or would you eat the flower. I definetely didn't do the last option when I was a child, if you're wondering, and I definetely didn't throw up afterwards. Totally not a me thing. So anyways if you have nothing against people who may or may not get really hungry and suck your blood now and then, people who have fingernails that can cut through trees like butter and could accidentally hurt you really bad, we should hang out sometime. Don't get the wrong idea, though. I hate you and your kind, I just like your heartbeat. It makes me feel stuff. Probably hate.
I am watching you right now, by the way.'
A note was left by the last place Black had seen Alois. Honestly, it's probably extremely lucky that Alois even found it, because Black really did just leave it lying around. He didn't know where else to put it, since at best he was pretty much just occasionally stalking him. The writing was a little shaky, which makes sense, considering Black's normal trembling (and the fact that he trembled even more when writing this), but it's in cursive and presented very formally.
"To Alois,
I hope I spelled your name right. It's a bit of an odd name, but I like it. Well, I suppose I should address why I am writing this letter, if you even find it. I like your hair. It's a nice shade of red, and I want to kind of... Ruffle it? Holy shit, how do I do this... Also, I like your eyelashes, they're really long and I think that you pull that look off well. And your fingernails! How do you even get them that pointy? You must pay a lot to get them done. Also, those red contacts you wear... I suppose what I'm getting at is that you pull off red very well. That's coming from someone who's, uh... Seen a lot of red on many things, whether it be intentional or not. But, anyway... I just think you look great all around and stuff. And a lot of the time, I notice you seem to act a bit more on the apathetic side of things. Why? Is it because you, too, hate people? Do you want everyone to die, including yourself, because everyone deserves to be dragged down to the pits of Hell, if that even exists? Because, well... Same.
But anyway... I wonder if you'd like to go out for coffee soon, perhaps? I'll be at the local cafe near here.
Sincerely,
[Something is whited out here] Never mind, just see me at the cafe."
(Follow up time!)
Well... This was certainly a first. He had come home after yet another long day of his work and was about to make some coffee, just to come home to a letter on his kitchen table. He didn't usually get anything in the mail, much less a mysterious note randomly appearing in his house with no apparent reason why. Nobody had been in his house, and if they had been, they must have been an expert at breaking in, because nothing had been disturbed at all beyond the random letter. He grabbed the note, opened it, and started reading.
The first thing that stuck out to him was how the person knew his name. That was interesting in itself. He looked down at the sender, apparently named Arc. He didn't know an Arc, which made him all the more confused and curious. As he read, he was slightly alarmed by the fact that the person knew, and from one of his victims, no less. He could probably guess who the informer was. He had fucked up with someone's poison, and so had left temporarily, believing that they were too sick to talk and the poison would grab hold before they had a chance to anyway. Apparently not. But, he continued reading, fine with it since it wasn't going to be reported anyway. He blushed slightly at the compliment of his work. Sloppy, but beautiful? That was certainly a compliment he'd never gotten at any of his jobs, much less this one. And potential. Just like that, he knew the purpose of the letter. This Arc person wanted something from him, something that had to do with killing. Independent contracting, perhaps? He did that quite often.
He continued reading once more, and another question popped into his head: How did he know of his ideals if he didn’t move anything? That would require moving something he had written something like that down on. But that was less important than the mentions of ‘combined strengths’ and ‘a promising future’. Those weren’t phrases normally used in independent contracting. Arc wanted him for something else, a partnership for something meaning the eventual extinction of the human race. At least, that was what Black understood from it. Perhaps it meant something different? If it was the extinction of the human race that they were talking about, then he was sure that they at least saw the irony in the fact they were asking a human to team up with them for this.
Well, there was only one real way to find out, and that was to go to the cafe and talk to him. And besides, he did want some more coffee, anyway. There was no specific time on the note, so he decided to just go right now, and if they weren’t there, he could just wait for them. He put the note back in the envelope and slipped it in his pocket before leaving, ready to see just want this stranger wanted from him.
There had been no signs of someone being even around Black's home let alone inside. Everything was kept as it always had been, even the dust wasn't disturbed, yet there, on the dining table, rested a white envelope. It had a wax seal on the back with an unfamiliar insignia. Inside was a letter with clean handwriting that read:
"Black, was it?
You must have already checked, but in the case you haven't, I can assure you nothing's been taken or moved from inside your home. It is a fine home, by the way. One you earned very well. And yes, I am aware of how you earned it. That's how I first came to know you, actually. You assassinated someone I had planned to see. Please do keep in mind to make sure they're dead next time, because this one wasn't. On their dying breath, yes, but enough for me to know all I needed.
This is not a threat, Black. I don't intend to turn you into the police or to dish out any personal justice. Rather, I'm intrigued by you. There is still sloppiness in your work, but it's beautiful, nonetheless. You have great potential.
I hope you don't mind, but though I did not move anything, I took a look around. I believe we share the same ideals. I find life to be utterly pointless as well, and I believe with our combined strengths we can see this philosophy to a promising future.
You must be finishing your coffee by now. Would you like some more? Why not stop by the cafe down your street later tonight? We can talk everything out then.
Until then,
Ark"
Somewhere in his home Wraith is mentally cursing himself for writing such a awkward letter instead of just asking her xD
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The letter was left on Selene's doorstep, weighed down by a spray paint can, the envelop was adorn in many types of floral and fauna on it which were emerging from several buildings, looking much like a jungle was growing out of a city. There were flecks of colour in the drawing, which looks like spray paint. On the back was a very distinct looking paw print, whether it was there intentionally or as an accident was a mystery. Inside was an old piece of paper which had yellowed with age, but that too had a drawn border around it in attempt to make the letter look better in appearance. The letter read:
To Selene
I know this is strange, trust me I know, I've never wrote a letter in my life. I just wanted you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me since we met each other. I'm not good with words and even worse at expressing them in person, and I have no idea how friendships or anything socially involving works. So I thought it might be best to write my thoughts down on paper. I want you to come visit, I was wondering if you wanted to spend some time with me. I would appreciate the company Only when it suits you, I know people have their own lives to live. Maybe you can teach me some more games We can do whatever you feel like. Oh and I wanted you to know that you're a good person too.
Looking forward to seeing you
Thanks for reading this
Wraith
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Bless at least he's trying :D
"Dear sir," Dudley wrote at the top of the page. Yes, yes! This was going to be an excellent, letter, he just knew it! All his practicing would finally come in handy, and maybe, just maybe, he'd make a new friend! He scribbled furiously, his brows knit in concentration and his tongue sticking out.
"I saw you transform the other day! Wow! That was amazing! I can do that too! I don't think I've ever turned into that animal you were, though. I've never even seen anything like it before! It reminded me of a cat, but really, REALLY big! Was that what it was? I could probably do that too. In fact, I'll try right after sending you this letter!
"Were you originally a big cat? I was originally a crab, but changed into a human the minute I could. Isn't it so fun??? Humans are the best! And they have great food! Have you ever eaten at Red Lobster? They have really delicious food! I've eaten crab before but the stuff they do to the crabs is amazing!! They put stuff called butter on it! Butter! That's crazy!! We should go there together sometime and talk about how to transform!"
Unfortunately for Dudley, he was still learning how to write like a human, and though he knew the alphabet, he didn't know how to form words out of it. So what he thought he'd written ended up actually looking like:
"Jfsas isf!
Ofnasi fna wear anfi 2 qfas lanbao wnrafe rtabsyoiw isf ogw j pfan nasebrq! Loas! A rew pn afhews faofnrw0 fasss! Jsane fabse twoas! Bnae fsfg mqre. Mawe tsa ojgs! Nblsa iew ttns wersa, WERSA fa! Kfas saw nrwe? Caso newa vsa. Oja brwe ratas gflsd!
Nla fewo ijns? Vfw elja mgsr in fijfs mkrgtwa lfsni. Fser jona??? Bjfwa mira! Buga ugds! Jina fase rwa! Mlfa biage Red Lobster? Etarns lfants iearag nkla! Feat ransj jllar!! Nkfaet fstar eslitan rats fnaks! Rats! Dantas rekns!! Ianstlw reintls kaln mrels!"
The halfling stared at the blank sheet of paper for a solid minute, contemplating what she should put on the page. She wasn't exactly the greatest when it came to writing, hell, the little idiot couldn't even read, much less write something properly. But hey, the guy she saw was pretty cute, so she may as well try and meet him again, right? Picking up the quill, she dunked it furiously into the ink, managing to splatter the black goop everywhere except the paper, somehow as she began to write, the Kyton that was watching over her shoulder's nose crinkling as he watched in disgust as she butchered everything she spelt, heck, half of the letters were facing backwards, knowing he was going to be the one that would have to deliver the letter, yet it was so embarrassing to even think of giving to someone, he might as well just toss it.
"All done!" She chirped, folding the page in half and handing it off to Taimunt, "So you're gonna give it to the goggles guy for me, right?" She innocently asked, batting her lashes as innocently as she could, only to hear a groan from Taimunt in response as he took the letter and exited the room to read the mess the woman managed to cook up:
"Dere peinc hardgai with hat mistur
yew luk kool, i won wil not sit yew on fir
i lik yur gaglez thay net
stae kool
snoflak"