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I indulged myself and made a fake poster for the postwoman
#artists on tumblr#painting#art#illustration#character design#oc#the postwoman#digital art#original#love her face here!
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I was today years old when I found out postal workers get postal uniform CAPES when it rains
#my substitute postwoman just walked up my driveway looking like a boss!!#neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from serving looks!
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I made about two doodles of my oc SmurfDove, I went a good month without drawing anything
Anyway, here's more from Dove ✨
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Please Miniskirt Postwoman! - S/mileage
Hello! Project ☆ Festival 2011
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The bummer part of WIPs is I did work but I know I’m not gonna get the sweet sweet serotonin until I actually finish and post what I made.
#I’m redoing an old comic I made in like 2017#but fans of the cat lady and postwoman will enjoy it a lot#it has gay witches#ramblies#it’s way too rough to even post teasers honestly#but it’s been a while since any of my art stuff broke containment and I want that sweet sweet love and engagement
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Jessica Ryan and Kimber Woods Love To Cum Together
Busty MILF riding bbc in cuckold action
Hot Blonde Kathia Nobili Rough Pussy Fuck
Horny hot milf wants to cum on webcam
Two Hot Lesbians in Scissoring Adventure
Nasty tgirl with horny mouth sucks and fucks like a whore
Glam Latina shemale rimmed and fucked balls deep
Sexy stripper big booty
bajo faldas en camion
Behind the scenes quicky brandong and dreama
#warblerlike#Yafo#Sparidae#undivisiveness#cangle#wrong-ordered#widowish#polkaed#unliquid#unfulfilled#philaristocracy#stale#comb-footed#naples#clayed#postwoman#meltingly#Cdiz#relocatee#light-legged
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A post about Pirlouit’s debut as a noble steed! (Part II)
Our destination for this first trip on donkeyback was the nearest farm on the plateau (+ the three houses which together with it form a small isolated hamlet), to say happy new year to these neighbours. It’s not very far when I go with Pandolf because we take a shortcut through the forest and then straight across the plateau (patchworked with small pastures), slipping under every fence. But my donkey is too dignified to crawl under fences, so we had to take the road, which is a longer but also very nice itinerary. There are maybe 3 cars per day on average, but it’s a snowplough-forsaken road so in winter it’s basically zero (except the postwoman).
I wasn’t riding him at first because he didn’t want me to—I tried and he instantly stopped and turned back towards his pasture. I think he was a bit nervous about being on the road, and preferred to follow another animal. I was saying in the previous post that I started riding him in the past year, but as I don’t have a bridle for him and he’s terrified of riding crops (or any sticks), it’s hard to make him do things he doesn’t want to do (I suspect it would be hard anyway).
So my strategy has been to treat him less like a car and more like a bus—i.e. I hop on when he’s going somewhere I also want to go. My first attempts to do so were when we were at one end of his pasture and he saw the llamas at the other end looking interested in something (food?? visitor?) and wanted to check it out too (visitor = scary, but could be bringing food. Worth having a closer look.) At first Pirou was like uhhhh no and just stopped walking when he realised he had a hitchhiker on his back, but after a while he started tolerating me for these short trips across the pasture.
Step 2 was taking him on a walk (by foot) in the woods behind my house, letting him eat brambles and clean up the place along the way, and when he started showing signs of wanting to return to his pasture I’d climb on his back like “don’t mind me, live your life!” and he would grudgingly resume walking like okay, since you’re not making me do anything you can stay.
Then I started tying his rope to the side buckles of his halter so I could tug his head left or right (+ encouraging leg squeezes) and make gentle itinerary suggestions. When he was in the mood for it we could do little slaloms around trees; when he wasn’t (if it was too close to dinner time) he’d just ignore me and dash straight ahead so the llamas wouldn’t eat all the hay. (I’ve tried to explain to him that there will be no hay if I’m not here to give it, and his FOMO is based on a fundamental misunderstanding of my role in his life, but to no avail.)
He still very much interprets my tugs on the ‘reins’ and hip- or leg-based indications re: direction and pace as humble opinions from his rider that he has the power to veto since he’s the one walking after all, and I think that’s fair. It wasn’t a problem for our trip to the farm because there’s just one road to go there, all you have to do is follow it without any directional fine-tuning. After a while walking on that perfectly quiet road without coming across a single car, Pirlouit started looking more confident and I tried to hop on his back again, and this time he was like pfff okay, and kept walking :) But from then on he viewed himself as the de facto leader of our trip. His first executive decision was to walk on the side of the road, where there’s grass under the snow, rather than on the snowy asphalt—I think he worried about hidden patches of ice.
Sometimes he’d stop for a few minutes to contemplate the horizon and think about life. I figured he’d walk faster and maybe even trot once we were on our way back and dinnertime was approaching, so I didn’t mind the leisurely pace.
At one point he wandered off the road and I dismounted to lead him back in the right direction, but then realised he’d heard water sounds and had decided to stop for a drink in this rivulet. I was like “there’s a communal water trough at the hamlet but you don’t know that, so, okay.” But when we got there, the trough turned out to be frozen so Pirlouit was right to play it safe!
He also stopped every so often for a snack, I assume following the same approach of “better safe than sorry, I might never find food again.” I had a book in my coat pocket so I would read a few paragraphs while he ate. He always picked the thorniest bushes and prickliest brambles he could find. I ended up getting the feeling he was showing off a bit—maybe donkeys dare each other to eat thorny bushes the way humans do with spicy food.
I dismounted again to take a picture here because this rare, straight portion of the winding road really made me wish I had a sleigh! Imagine Pirlouit all festooned with bells too, he would hate it <3
As we found the first pasture that belongs to my farmer neighbour, Pirlouit stopped, looking mesmerised. Maybe it smelled good? He stood there for a bit like “Look! A mountain of hay bales! This road led to donkey heaven and I had no idea”
When we reached civilisation (i.e. 3 houses) I dismounted for good as Pirlouit got very hesitant. He’d forgotten the existence of houses that aren’t ours.
He was also a bit terrified by the concept of chickens that aren’t ours. He refused to take a single more step in the direction of Unknown Chickens so I ended up backtracking and tying him to a post next to a suitably thorny bush, before going on my social visits.
I used to know the farmer on the plateau because Pampe eloped to his farm a lot when she was a kid, but then he retired and sold his farm to a young couple, and I kept thinking, “Well I’ll meet them next time Pampe escapes” but she never escaped that far again! So I finally met the new neighbour (I only met the guy, his wife wasn’t here) six months after he arrived, and I explained my llama-based reason for not visiting sooner, and he basically said “yeah I’ve heard about your llama menace. I’ll be happy to meet her if she ever feels like hiking all the way to my farm again!” He was very nice. I also went to wish a happy new year to the other neighbours but only one of them was home. I left my New Year card featuring baby Poldine at the other two houses—I placed one of them in a garden gnome’s hands which made me feel like an Austen character paying calls and leaving calling cards to the servant.
Pirlouit was quiet and patient at first, but then he finished eating his shrub (I assume) and started braying indignantly. Clearly I had left him here to die of exposure while I feasted inside a warm house and it was getting late and he was going to miss hay o’clock and he was the loneliest saddest hungriest donkey in the whole world and oh, you’re here! (stops mid-bray)
He was very eager to go home before the llamas ate all the hay (again—without me there’s no—oh, never mind) and didn’t even stop to grumble when I climbed on his back again, he was like fine whatever but HURRY!, and walked at record speed on the way back. But didn’t trot, because icy ground.
He didn’t stop to contemplate the horizon and his place in the universe this time around, but I still managed to capture some lovely pink and gold skies here and there :) (and the fires of Mordor after the sun disappeared for good) (and then it got really cold and Pirou & I were united in our haste to get home.)
#crawling along#as always i am grateful to people who take the time to read my long posts! i don't know how to be brief 😭
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🌿🌻Sun Flower🌻🌿
the neighbourhood postwoman!!
music lover/loner/dance machine
she is autistic and nonverbal and communicates with sign language
you can always hear her coming when she's doing her rounds as she's always humming 😊
cc credit:
general: skintone | eyes + vines | eyebrows | hair + flowers | tattoos | facepaint | nose ring
shirt | bottoms | shoes | earrings | sunflower lanyard | bag | nails
2. dress | shoes | tights | headpiece
3. top (mesh needed) | jeans | necklace | scrunchie
4. hoodie | shorts | shoes | socks
5. jumpsuit | socks
6. top | shorts | socks
7. top | skirt | patches
8. swimsuit | shoes
9. dungarees
10. dress | accessory top | hat (throwback fit)
thanks @noodlescc @plantainboat @saruin @ebonixsims @j3lly-fish @desimny @ravensim @clumsyalienn @bellassims @dudleystrailer @joliebean @trillyke @solistair @tiptoptab @aharris00britney @candysims4 @simlaughlove @kashisun @marsmerizing-sims @greenllamas @serenity-cc @ayoshi @daisy-pixels @jellymoo @ice-creamforbreakfast!!
#ive given up on the names :')#ts4#ts4 cas#ts4cc#ts4 lookbook#the sims 4#sims 4 lookbook#plantsim#mine#plantsim verse#my sims
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...the postwoman smiled at me in a totally friendly but slightly overwhelming way. While carrying i noticed that the outer bottom part was damaged heavily and you could therefore look inside:
-> The Resupply for Mr. "I still pee my pants" has arrived ✅ 🥵
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Can you maybe do post man Abby with Mrs.postman- Black pumas
Mrs. Postman - (abby anderson x reader)
Hi anon! this was so weird to write because where I'm from we don't have people who deliver our mail, but i hope i did you justice. I hope you enjoy:)
This story is based off the song Mrs. Postman by Black Pumas, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)
Pairing: post man!abby x fem!reader
requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts:)
warnings: none
Summary: in which you fell for the post lady
authors note: first abby fic that isn't hcs??? let's fucking go dude. My second post for the day, I'm blessing yall before I leave till god knows when lmao.
Every tomorrow brings sunshine in my neighborhood since you've been in it
Oh-oh, here comes Mrs. Postman
She's thicker than blue blood and a message from her spirits, high descendant
Oh-oh, it's Mrs. Postman
This commonality won't let her be fooled by low conditions
Oh-oh, says Mrs. Postman
Your love reside in me but other feathers seem to flock together
Oh-oh, Mrs. Postman
You hated this stupid fucking city.
You don't even know why you moved here in the first place. It was fucking hot. Everything was expensive. You hated this place so much.
The Jackson sun was high in the sky, as you stood at the window drinking your morning tea.
You had moved in a couple of weeks ago, and today was finally the day you would be able to get your mail.
You finally heard the knock at the door, and with excitement you ran towards it. You almost tripped but no one needs to know that.
As you opened the door, you thought you stood in front of a god.
Her blonde hair, was pulled back in a tight braid, she was staring at you with her beautiful eyes, and her smile was just fucking perfect. Her uniform sat tight against her skin, showing her body is just the right places.
Holy shit.
Postman or Postwoman? You don't even what to call her.
"Hi, I'm Abby! You must be new" she said with a bright smile.
Now you knew why everyone is Jackson was always so happy in the morning, their fucking postman was a ray of sunshine.
"Yeah I am" you said with a small smile, opening up your hand to take the package from her hands.
"Have a good day ma'am" Abby said, before she walked away.
Maybe Jackson wasn't that bad after all.
If you want it
Go and get it, you can have it Mrs. Postman
That's alright
Can we spark it? Effervescence, let the flame burn Mrs. Postman
Right on
When it rains just know that every little thing is alright
All the same, I know that everything will be right on time
as the weeks went by, you realized that Jackson wasn't such a bad place.
The people were nice, it was a safe area. The Postlady is really hot. Things were looking up.
You found yourself waking up earlier in the morning, just to make yourself look prettier. You would sweep your front porch daily, to make sure that Abby would come to a clean place. You found yourself baking cookies, and giving it to her every morning.
What was happening to you?
Even when you didn't have any mail, Abby always made a turn at your place. Her visits always made you feel special.
The days Abby didn't come, you always felt the lack of her presence. She'd become a part of you routine. She's become a part of you.
Over time you learned small facts about the blonde.
Her dad was a surgeon, she had one dog, her favorite color is blue, she works 5 days a week, and she's trying to get into college.
You could say the two of you had established a friendship.
You saw whatever you had as more than that. You guys weren't a friendship in your eyes. You felt that there was more.
Your crush on Abby grew by the second, every interaction, every smile and giggle she let out had an effect on you.
god you were down bad for your fucking Postwoman.
Today was like no other.
You woke up, took a showers and you put on brand new blue sundress you bought to hope fully catch Abby's eye.
You sat in your living room, staring at the clock, counting down the seconds of Abby's arrival.
You heard a knock at your door, and you jumped up, cleaning your throat as you walked towards the door. You took a deep breath as you opened the door and you were met with Abby's smiling face.
You saw her eyes wonder down your body as she looked at your outfit.
She thought you looked fucking beautiful.
"Hi Abby" you muttered shyly.
Your eyes met as, and you felt a spark.
"Hi" Abby smiled.
"Do I have mail?" you asked.
"Yeah a letter" Abby handed it to you.
You thanked her and the two of you stood there for a while.
"Aren't you supposed to go Abby?" You asked unsure of why she still stood there.
"Open it"
with a raised eyebrow you opened the letter.
The page was complete white, but in the middle of the page there was some words written in black ink.
Will you go on a date with me?
From your favorite postwoman
Abby <3
You looked up at her with eyes wide, and she awkwardly brought her hand up to scratch the back of her neck.
"So?" She asked unsure.
She looked terrified.
"Fuck yes" You breathed before you leaped forward bringing her in for a hug. You gave her a kiss on a cheek as you pulled away, her face was red.
You made her so fucking nervous.
"Can we go out tonight?" Abby looked at you with a hopeful smile.
"See you tonight ms postman"
#abby tlou#abby#abby anderson#abby anderson angst#abby anderson drabble#abby anderson fanfic#abby anderson fanfiction#abby anderson fic#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson headcanons#abby anderson imagine#abby anderson smut#abby anderson tlou2#abby anderson x f!reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x y/n#abby anderson x you#abby the last of us#abby tlou2#abby x fem!reader#abby x reader#abby x y/n#abby x you#tlou abby#tlou art
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The forest king and the postwoman
#artists on tumblr#art#illustration#character design#oc#digital art#SORRY for reposting but I wasn't satisfied with the sketches so I'm making a new post without it#postwoman#the postwoman#adalore#king of the forest#original#original character#Ill draw more of him because I love him#also he is beautiful to any human but for all natives of the world the postwoman lives in he is UGLY AF
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Ellis Twilight Main Story: Chapter 0
This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.
❥･• Warnings and FAQ
Ellis: That’s all Jude told me to report.
Victor: Thank you, you’ve done well for this mission. … Looks like things got rather rough tonight.
Ellis: Huh? Oh…
I looked down at my bloodied shirt and understood the reason for Victor’s wry smile.
Tonight’s mission indeed took longer to complete than expected.
Ellis: I was aiming for the heart, but their flesh was thicker than I thought, so my knife didn't go very deep.
Ellis: I felt sorry for them because I couldn’t make them die an instant death.
Victor: And as always, you continued with your mission calmly, but… have you ever had a hard time completing missions?
(Have I…)
The members of “Crown”, the imperial organisation under direct command of Her Majesty the Queen, took missions ranging from gathering information to assassinations.
Not long after I joined them, did I realise that some of us weren't entirely indifferent to taking the lives of others.
If anything, I thought it was normal to feel that way.
(But…)
Ellis: Not particularly.
Victor: … That’s great then. Could you also convey my thanks to Jude on my behalf?
Ellis: Mm, got it.
…
Picking flowers, putting them together in a bouquet, and displaying them in a shop.
Polishing dirty shoes with cream and a brush.
To me, my job being to kill people felt no different from those regular jobs.
As long as it didn't involve my personal desires, I never hesitated to kill.
(If ever I hesitate to kill someone—)
(It’ll definitely be because I want to kill them.)
(It'll be when I harbour such selfish thoughts.)
In order to avoid that — I put a tightly sealed lid over my desires.
Never again… will I turn the happiness of someone I love into a fake.
…
Little Boy: Waaahh…!
Ellis: …!
No matter how bloody the night got, it would always be followed by a bright morning.
While I was at the market on some business for the Jude and the company, I came across a little boy bawling his eyes out.
(He doesn't seem to be injured… is he lost?)
I was about to approach him, when a postwoman nearby quickly crouched down next to the crying boy and comforted him.
Her gentle demeanour seemed to help him calm down a little.
(... That's good. In that case, I shall—)
I looked around the area…
(Ah, over there.)
I spotted the person I was looking for. My relatively tall height gave me an advantage in crowds.
Ellis: By any chance, are you looking for a lost child?
Teary-Eyed Woman: Y-Yes, do you know where he is…!?
I pointed in the direction of the little boy, and the woman immediately ran towards him.
I watched as the facial expressions of the postwoman, little boy, and the woman who seemed to be his mother brightened up.
(... I’m glad.)
If possible, I want everyone I meet to be happy.
I don’t want anyone to be unhappy.
If there’s anything I can do to make them happy, I will.
(Because… happiness is easily broken.)
(It doesn’t matter how wonderful the person is, or how much they hope for an ordinary day.)
…
Happiness, like the twilight sky, was transient.
(... See?)
It was a typical night where we were on a mission as usual, and Crown had just taken the life of our target.
Then came the sound of a woman’s happiness shattering.
William: Now look who we have here, aren't you the little robin I met earlier today?
Kate: Um… uhh… eeh…?
The lady was trembling with blood splattered on her pale face.
She was likely that postwoman I saw in town earlier in the day.
(... Poor lady.)
My heart ached when I recalled the happy smile on her face when that mother found her lost son.
The things we did as Crown were top secret.
This darkness should never be made known to people who live in the sun.
If they ever find out about it — there would be no going back to their original lives.
(That’s why, at the very least…)
…
Ellis: Do we kill her?
Ellis: She doesn’t look happy at all, but I’ll do it if it’s for work.
(At the very least, she’ll be freed from suffering if I kill her.)
The room went silent.
The postwoman who introduced herself as Kate trembled pitifully.
Victor: Hmm. Let me think…
(Once he decides to kill Kate, I’ll make it quick for her.)
(That way, she won’t have to suffer from the fear and anxiety any longer.)
While awaiting Victor’s response, I reached for my knife, and at that moment—
Kate: I swear that I will NEVER breathe a word about ANYTHING I just heard!
Kate declared with an assertive voice.
Victor: Hmm… huh? What?
Kate: I will keep all that information strictly confidential. I work as a postwoman, I’m professionally trained to keep secrets!
(...)
Victor • William: …
(Victor and Will seem surprised.)
I was surprised by her response as well, and I found myself unable to take my eyes off her.
Even though Kate was in a potentially life-threatening situation, she didn’t seem to have given up on wanting to live.
Kate: If you don’t trust me, you can go ahead and keep a close eye on me until you do.
Kate: I’ll prove to you through my actions that I’m worthy of your trust.
(... I believe in you.)
I believe that you’ll return to your original life.
I believe that you’ll smile with joy once again.
In this darkness where the sun doesn't shine, I believe in you.
(—... How lovely.)
Her profile was dazzling, like the setting sun before it disappeared in the horizon—.
(I want to see you smile again.)
(Like how you did when I saw you in town.)
Having those thoughts felt so natural to me.
If only this didn't have to be “The End” because of my job.
If only there was a “continuation” of your happiness.
(I want to make you happy.)
As I gazed at Kate’s look of determination—
— For some reason, an image of the twilight on the happiest day of my life appeared in my mind.
#ikemen villains#ikemen series#cybird ikemen#otome#cybird otome#ikevil main story#ellis main story#ellis twilight
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Well, this is my Smurfsona, SmurfDove or Dove, she's a smurf girl from the Smurfy Grove and she's a letter-deliverer from there, she's the same age as the girls from the Grove (except Willow xd)
she likes to practice playing the violin, some girlish things and music (and other things but I still don't remember) she likes a smurf from the Smurf village but she is embarrassed to say who he is...
She has low self-esteem and very little self-love.
She is afraid of boys and does not trust them (ironic, she is in love with a boy)
Her sexual orientation is unknown but not straight (?
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The upcoming event for Ikevil sounds ominous. They even warn that the bitter end is going to be ROUGH. A painful read. Morea painful than usual.
It's an AU where Kate's still doing her postwoman job and gets transported to a world of distorted fairy tales BSD Poe style. There's something wrong with each of the fairy tales, and Kate has to get them back on track in order to maybe return to her world.
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008. Kindness
♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader
♡ Word count - 1.1k
♡ Warnings - none
♡ Description - You continue to send Vash letters.
Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3
Part 1 ---- Part 2 ---- Part 3 (you are here!) ---- Part 4 ---- Part 5
The next letter comes a week later on a Tuesday. The one after that, two weeks and two days. And the one after that, just four days later.
You’ve made a habit of writing at nearly every post office and leaving it to be picked up by Vash if he chooses. He tries to resist and leave the letters there, but loneliness and the want to know how you’re doing always wins. He’s returned to a town more than once just to get a letter.
This week’s letter comes from a little town called Bangs. The mailwoman hands him the letter from the top of her tomas, and he gives her the twenty-six C-cents for handling it.
The paper inside is pink this time and smells a bit like almond lotion. Your curving and slanted writing greets him:
Birdie,
I’ve managed to add three new towns this week to the roster. There’re only a few people in each who are willing to join in on the book exchange, but a win’s a win. HQ says I’m doing great, and they’ve already gotten a few applications from some teenagers in the towns to apply for college in the bigger cities.
In fact, they’re moving me to a new route soon. One that’s a bit more challenging due to it being so far out and away from most other places. I’m getting my own tomas for it since the towns are so spread out. I’ve drawn the map they sent me on the back…in case you ever want to visit.
I hope you’re doing well. I wish I could see you. I know you’re getting my letters. Write to me, please. Even if you don’t think we should travel together anymore, we can at least be friends, right?
Forever yours,
______
P.S. What do evil toma lay? Deviled eggs.
He’s surprised to find two blank pages nestled into the envelope. You really want him to write you? After abandoning and dodging you for nearly two months? But he shouldn’t be surprised. You’re always adjusting to his boundaries, always making sure he’s comfortable, even if you disagree. You’re too kind for your own good. The least he could do is tell you he’s okay.
So, he writes back.
______,
I’m doing fine. I’ve got a few jobs lined up in the town I’m in right now. I was able to help nurse someone’s grandma back to health here too. I’m doing my best, just like you are.
He taps at the paper. What else should he say?
I’m sorry I I’m glad to hear you’re doing well. You’re making a huge difference by helping build up people’s education. It will help so many people in the future.
What do you know about the region you’re getting assigned to? I’ve only been around there a few times, and I’m sure it’s changed since then.
Best,
Vash
P.S. Why can’t you ever trust stairs? They’re always up to something.
He’s left with an extra page to write with, but just stuffs it in his pocket. He doesn’t have much of worth to say right now; he still feels bad about…everything. He finds the postwoman again, who takes the new envelope and trots off on her tomas, and that’s that.
The next letter comes on the road as a courier passes by on her own walk back toward a town called Ferret’s Claw. She hails him, and hands it to him. “Already paid for,” her gravelly voice says, then continues trotting down the path of dunes.
Vash watches her leave before he opens and scans it over.
Birdie,
I’ve heard about you helping the Plants in the region. You’re not as sneaky as you used to be. That, or people are a lot more talkative about the talented, young, handsome man going around fixing Plants.
Sure sounds like you.
I’ve had to deal with some bandits on the road. Been chased a few times. Luckily they either aren’t great shots or don’t have their own toma to chase me on. They seem to be young kids with nothing better to do. I hope the more we spread education, that will lessen.
Be careful around here, birdie.
Forever yours,
______
A blush rises to his cheeks when he reads over the “talented, young, handsome” line again. Leave it to you to still get his stomach fluttering with butterflies, even at a distance. Vash lets a breath go through his nose, then folds the letter, putting it in his “letters pocket,” so dubbed now after receiving them. He brings out the spare piece of paper from the previous letter and begins to write, using his knee as a ‘desk.’
Mayfl______,
Don’t worry about me; I know how to run handle bandits. You should be more careful, though. Do you still have that knife you got from the pawn shop?
I won’t be staying in the region long. There’s a call coming from somewhere else, and I need to go to it.
He taps the paper, looking up and around as he thinks. Should he tell you where he’ll be? He’d like more letters…
It’s coming from a town in the east, I know that much. Hopefully I can get there in time.
Be safe.
Vash
P.S. There are three types of people in the world: those who can count, and those who can’t.
There. That ought to be enough.
And when he’s in the east, he isn’t as surprised to find a letter waiting for him at one of the towns.
Birdie,
I’ll keep writing to you if that’s alright. It gets lonely on the road, and I don’t doubt you feel it too. I love getting your letters.
HQ says I’ll stay in this region for at least a few months. Please let me know where to send my letters; I promise I won’t follow – I’ve got too many people relying on me and the books now. But I’d still love to hear from you. Tell me about what you’re up to, any adventures, even the shoot-outs you’re in. I’ll worry, but I’ll know you’re okay with each letter.
I hope you’re well. I hope you find happiness wherever you go.
Forever yours,
______
P.S. What do you call a can opener that doesn’t work? A can’t opener.
And Vash does write back. Even if it’s so much less than what you write, he keeps you updated.
Vash wonders, when he’s writing his next letter, if this should stop. He’s leading you on; he hasn’t stopped contact like he promised he would. He looks down at the paper and crumples it in his hand, then opens and smooths it out again. Your kindness is like a drug he can’t quit. It’s selfish, but he wants to keep you, like the letters he keeps in his pocket. Is it so bad to want one friend in the world?
Maybe. Perhaps not.
And so he writes.
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Connor Stoll (aka my son)
AWW YEA CONNOR STOLL MY BABY
Off to a great start here.
So, Connor Stoll, cabin 11 (claimed), sole counselor as of TOA.
Now, to start us off, identity headcanons:
Connor's non-binary (they/them), AFAB.
so when Connor was four, they got to camp (unrelated but Travis was 6), and although they had. no clue about their identity-- still was cis girl presenting, their hair was short because it's travis and connor. they're always doing some crazy shit. so, just as they got to camp, someone misheard connor or something, and just assumed their name was connor. No, their deadname isn't anything close to connor.
but as travis was about to correct them, connor was like, no, no, trav, i like this. i'm a boy?
and neither of them know what transgenderism is at this point but they just go, okay guess connor's a boy, whatever
anyway, they sorta start questioning that just battle of the labyrinth
and then after the battle they came out to everyone
also, connor is asexual. very sex-repulsed when they were younger, is now willing to make a dirty joke or two when it suits them. romantic orientation wise? doesn't know, doesn't care. if you ask them, they'll start thinking, and then get distracted by something completely different.
Random facts:
Connor isn't dyslexic. They joke it's because Travis got double the dyslexia. In actuality, Hermes kids are the least likely to be dyslexic because Hermes being a travel god means that his kids tend to be pretty good at picking up languages, including written english.
In the same vein, Connor knows A LOT of languages. Obviously english and ancient greek, Connor also learnt Latin (before HoO), French, Spanish, Mandarin, Japanese, Swahili, and was brought up knowing basic gaelic terms.
Because yeah, Connor's scottish. more getting into their pre-camp story in a sec.
Connor's main friend group is Drew Tanaka and Malcolm Pace, because they're all around the same age. Connor and Drew knew each other for years before Malcolm, getting to know each other at four/five from camp, and Malcolm came when they were ten.
(Connor also has feelings for Malcolm)
Connor's also pretty close with Will, Cecil, and Lou Ellen because again, they're all year-rounders, and came to camp pre-Luke's betrayal.
Connor's birthday is April fool's day.
Connor has one of the only complete records of the titan war. they wrote it all down while it was happening-- complete notes of counselor's meetings, missions, attack plans-- lists of traitors and known allies, and, of course, lists of the dead.
Connor loves to read-- fantasy, specifically, and adventure.
They're always cold. It's not medical or anything, they're just. always cold.
Also, even though pretty much everything in Hermes cabin is communal, connor somehow manages to own even less than everyone else? they love stealing clothes from family and friends (yeah,,, clarisse isn't as fond of that one)
Connor (and Malcolm) have found complete tunnel systems and rooms around camp halfblood. Closer to the surface than the labyrinth, you can frequently find Connor there.
Pre-Camp
okay, so as i've mentioned before, Connor's scottish.
well, they lived in scotland from birth to age four (at which a point they moved to camp). I think they lived around Edinburgh, because mama stoll enjoys robbing the posh idiots in her free time, but originally the family is from the highlands.
so, the Stoll mother,,, Robin Stoll. (Robbing, because,,, yeah) I just think they're a punny family. It isn't intentional, it just is. (yeah i know i'm not as funny as I think i am).
Anyway, Robin, contrary to what you might think, had never stolen anything when she first attracted hermes. she was just a killer postwoman. she was kind to the kids on her route, who all loved her, and always had smiles and treats for the dogs, etc. Hermes was porch pirating something when they first met, and she chased him off.
of course, after attracting hermes the first time she started porch pirating, and leaving travis at home with her mother in the hopes of another glimpse of him. this eventually attracted hermes again, resulting in connor.
following that, porch pirating wasn't working to attract hermes anymore so she decided to leave the kids at home, and start robbing banks. this never did attract hermes, but the two children at home did-- travis and connor started playing with a computer one day, attracting monsters to their doorstep. although both lived, robin's mother died in the attack, and robin, forced to return home, resented the kids for her mother's death.
for a final heist, she planned to steal the queen of england's crown jewel. hermes appeared beforehand, begging her to stop--
she asked if he'd stay if she didn't.
he said no.
she never asked if he'd stay if she did.
that answer would have been no too.
so robin went off, and hermes took the kids to camp.
robin wouldn't be seen again, by hermes or her children.
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