victor-grantz-letters
Hello, I am Victor Grantz
I write letters to anyone asking for them. anonymously or not.
you can also tag me or use #Letters to Victor
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Dear @plagues-coffin,
Thank you so much for a letter! And thank you for being the first. I've read far enough to see this might be your only letter, and although appreciated I hope you'll write more in the future.
I suppose asks can be a pain. Letters of this delivery are just as acceptable! I hope you know I've never been quite so excited to recieve a letter.
As for my type of blog, it's a bit of a mix. Some of it roleplay but the other I won't reveal. Roleplay in the way that some of these letters I "deliver" are not actually delivered letters. Just how I'd imagine people might react in scenarios regarding certain situations. However, that's not as if I haven't seen it before if that's any hint to your question.
I don't think I want to talk much in messages that aren't these letters. Although could they be truly sincere when publicly presented like this?
Still, those others who wish to write terrible things can still do so anonymously. So they still don't show face.
I hope you have a great day and I must thank you one more time for the letter, Plague. I couldn't have appreciated it more.
Signed, Victor Grantz
Dear @victor-grantz-letters,
I hope this letter finds you well. I know I don't have a lot to say, speaking in public has never been my strongsuit. I found your blog while searching around recently for... Well it's not important.
Your blog felt very desolate and empty so I figured I'd be the first to send you a letter besides yourself. I'm aware I could probably have just put this is in an ask, but this is also a side blog. I think personally I find it a little irritating that Tumblr doesn't let us choose which side blog to present ourselves as in asks.
I'm not sure if you're a roleplay blog, a muse blog, or like us, some kind of fictive or even a fictionkin blog but I think in the end, it's nice to see you either way.
Maybe we can be pen pals or talk in messages. I'm not sure if you do that. I know socializing can be a pain.
If Letters are the only way you choose to continue to participate in conversation, it's all the same. I don't know if I'll be writing another letter though.
Thank you for your time in reading this, Plague.
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To whom it may concern,
Today I watched as waterfalls crashed upon the surface of stone, battering down on it like gushing tears down someone's face.
Upon moving on to deliver my letters, Vic and I watched the world turn and the sun go it's everlasting journey from one side of the earth to the other.
This place was very far and walking was less of an option. Delivering this letter would be truly delightful. After all, the journey to reach the reaction this letter would bring made everything more exciting.
I dared take a peek upon this long road, discovering a letter of great congratulations to the person I was delivering it to. The success and grandeur of his work displayed throughout the letter with hearty tones and an underlying threat talking about money and upkeep. This wasn't really a letter of congratulations, but a subtle passive aggressive warning of the funds this man received over the years for his work slowly depleting. How he'd recently acquired something worth the praise of many but in doing so it might have been his own downfall.
I hope to see his eyes light up and slowly turn to the real reaction he should be having. Would it be careless indifference, certain of a fool's words? Or would it be fear, sadness, hopelessness or something more surprising?
Vic, my only friend, I cannot wait for us to get there.
-Victor Grantz
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To whom it may concern,
I see the glittering wonder in her eyes as she reads his letter to her. The concealed anger beneath the man's solemn expression as his jaw sets once he finishes reading a denial letter.
I see how they cry over the pages, sitting next to their fireplace seeking warmth and comfort they can't recieve any longer from the loved one no longer available to them.
I have watched several smile or swoon over love and joyous occasions or throw a fit over the anguish of what they couldn't have.
I may have peeked into a few of these letters, remembering urgent and harsh tones and I have found myself deeply interested in the tones of honesty. When letters are limited to pen and paper, it's important to write what's true.
I know nobody sends letters to postmen.. but maybe one such would be nice.
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