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Lepidolite

Lepidolite is the hypotetical representation of the waterbear corrupted gem in ‘’Love Letters’’. She is very funny and toughest, thought she has a small body she likes to having fights and training a lot to be the better than she is! Hope you like her guys! Idea by @moonstoneandthegalaxy

Topaz Loves you!

Diego:

Nada comparable a tus manos, ni nada igual al oro-verde de tus ojos. Mi cuerpo se llena de ti por días y días. Eres el espejo de la noche. La luz violeta del relámpago. La humedad de la Tierra. El hueco de tus axilas es mi refugio. Toda mi alegría es sentir brotar la vida de tu fuente-flor que la mía guarda para llenar todos los caminos de mis nervios que son los tuyos, tus ojos, espadas verdes dentro de mi carne, ondas entre nuestras manos. Solo tú en el espacio lleno de sonidos. En la sombra y en la luz; tú te llamarás auxocromo, el que capta el color. Yo cromóforo, la que da el color. Tú eres todas las combinaciones de números. La vida. Mi deseo es entender la línea, la forma, el movimiento. Tú llenas y yo recibo. Tu palabra recorre todo el espacio y llega a mis células que son mis astros y va a las tuyas que son mi luz.

Frida

Mar. 27, 2017 | 10:47 AM PDT

I started this blog a little over three months ago, and WOW I have 300 followers?!  As a huge thank you to all of you, I will be doing blog rates and lettering requests!

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From the Personal Office of Noctis Lucis Caelum

Dear Angel,

I can call you that, right? Because you really are an angel to me and I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t have you by my side encouraging and supporting me right along with the guys. I feel terrible that I’ve taken you away from your passion, becoming a teacher, but I am thankful for your presence. When everything is all said and done I promise that I will make sure that not only are you able to go the best University to learn your chosen profession, I will also make sure that you have a prestigious teaching position here in Insomnia, once you are all finished.

I am the King after all.

I noticed that you were looking sad the other day and it … well it kind of broke my heart, especially when I found out that you had been treated so poorly by people who were supposed to care for and support you. It made my blood boil and I wanted to hurt them for hurting you.

I almost did but you know, we have Ignis and Gladio to keep me from doing something stupid, even though those jerks would deserve every bit of my rage.

I promise that will never happen with me, or with the rest of the guys. We have your back, always. Please don’t ever forget that.

Please don’t withdraw into yourself, I know it’s what I do and I’m hardly the one to talk but I love your company. You make me want to talk more, to be open and most importantly, to smile. Also, you need to take care of yourself better. I know its hard when you’re feeling like everything is empty but I want you to be healthy. Listen to Specs, Angel, he may be a nag but he knows what he’s talking about and he wants to see you happy and healthy just as much as I do.

Please don’t over exert yourself in your kindness to others. Self care is important.

Anyways, I think I’ve pretty much talked your ear off in this letter, so I will get to the point.

I love you. I love you more than the air I breathe, more than I can even comprehend. I can reach the sky when you’re near and when you hold me, I feel like I can do anything.

All my love for eternity,

-        Noctis

The Unsent letter

“I don’t like you” a constant lie that i keep telling to myself.
I kept convincing myself that I don’t, that I shouldn’t.
I just don’t want to feed the flames.
Flames that shouldn’t grow into love.
that This is stupid. This is useless.
But who am I kidding? Why am I fooling myself?
Why would I even bother write unsent letters like these?
Yes. I’ve written tons of letters that I haven’t, probably never will, send to you.
Don’t worry. These letters or even these feelings will be kept.
Soon they will be buried in time.
Soon they will be forgotten.
As this letter end, I’ll continue my life in pretending I never had these feelings for you and pretend that this letter never existed.
while writing this letter, I have put all my feelings in.
cause starting right now, I’m letting time bury this letter and soon all of these will be forgotten.

-03/11/2016

Love Letters

So, I decided to do another love letter thing for the response to Meg’s original Freddy letter.  You can find my last one here which includes a link to her letter as well.  Thanks @ohbelieveyoume for this idea!  And this is the same OC in the other letter, waiting at Freddy’s bedside after he gets shot.  Warning some angst.  Hope you enjoy!  thanks!


Originally posted by minidodds


Dearest sweet husband,

I’m sitting here at your bedside, waiting for you to wake up. Writing with one hand entwined with yours.  I’ve been talking to you, hoping you will hear me.  But do you recall how we used to write each other letters, how we still send each other correspondence even when one of us is just away for the day at work?  

Or how if I had a long week of rehearsals I still love to write you in my down time. Even though I see you at night sweetheart, sometimes the day is too long.  How I have that box of all your letters you sent me before we were married, and how much they mean to me?  I have them with me here, I keep reading them imagining your voice.  

God, how I miss the sound.  Even when you were talking of something mundane, your voice has always soothed me.  I have a voicemail you left me before you got shot and I have listened to it over and over, sobbing every time.  Especially the part where you said I love you.  I miss that so much.  The most beautiful gift you ever gave me darling.  Your love.  

I thought it might be nice for you to have a letter, so when you wake up, you will have my words.  And perhaps, it’s a reprieve for me as you know how writing calms me.   Don’t worry, I’ll read it aloud to you too dearheart.  

I just finished yelling at Crawford and Graham, who paid you a visit.  Don’t fret, they are gone, if you can hear me still I’m sure you heard me yelling at them, voice strained.  I didn’t want to disturb you outside your room, I refused to let them in.  

Their apologies made my stomach churn, but how can they truly accuse you of such horrors and then expect my forgiveness? They took my husband’s voice, his sweet company from me.  I pray not forever.  Perhaps when you wake up Frederick I can try and forgive them.  But right now I have barely left this spot.  

The one thing that keeps me going is feeling your hand in mine, it’s a reminder you are still here.  I fiddle with your wedding band, smiling as I remember the day we promised ourselves to each other for a lifetime.  In truth, forever, as I cannot imagine my soul existing without yours.  

How you smiled at me, eyes full of tears, speaking those beautiful words of how much you love me and how much I mean to you. I have your vows in my little box dear heart, and I think when you awaken I should like you to read them to me again. That was the happiest moment of my life, hearing those words from you.  And becoming your wife.  

Every day you look at me like there is no other, and I swear to you soulmate, you know there is no other for me.  I cry daily at your side, pressing your palm to my cheek, pretending you are awake and are tenderly wiping my tears.

I cannot live without you.  Everything hurts Frederick, I can’t sleep, I can barely eat.  I need to have you holding me darling.  How anyone could hurt my sweet husband, I will never understand. Never again Frederick.  First Gideon and now this.   

I’m going to need you to wake up sweetheart.  To come back to me.  I simply cannot be without you.  I love you.  

Your ever devoted wife

As I finished writing my letter, tears streaming down my cheeks, I placed it to the side to place a tender kiss on his forehead.  “I love you with my whole heart, Frederick,” I whispered against his skin, still clutching his hand.   

And then as I sat back down to read the letter aloud, it happened.  I felt his hand twitch in mine.  Ever so slightly, I thought I had imagined it.  

But it happened again, and I saw an emerald green eye slowly open and look at me. I sobbed, overcome with joy, pressing the call button, other hand still in my husband’s.  I put my arms around him, as delicately as I could, resting my head on his chest as I wept.  

Response to Prompto

Dear Sunshine,

               Don’t ever think that you’ve let me down in any way. You’ve been nothing but a rock for me and words cannot express how much appreciate your constant care for my wellbeing. In regards to your confession, I feel the same. I always have but I was trapped and scared, he had such a tight hold on my heart then all I wanted to do was run.

Run to you.

I know this is short, I mean I could go into all of the things that I love about you. Like how your hair shines in the sun, how I love to pretend that I’m connecting your freckles likes constellations, how your smile is the brightest thing in my life and more but …I rather say all of that in person.

Anyways,

I love you. There, I said it.

I love you, Prompto Argentum, all of you, every single aspect of you.

I love you.

Yours if you’ll have me,

~ Your little Choco-cutie, Jacky.

You are the moon
and you are the stars,
you’re so much more
and the sun above,

you are meant
to light my path,
you are meant
to guide me through the dark,

you are beauty
and you are grace,
you are so much more
than a pretty face,

you are bright
and you’re complete,
you are full
and what I need.

—  // you
j.d.m.

I Love the idea of comforting cryptids . monsters who live under your bed to assure that nothing bad can fit under there because They’re there & there’s no more room . unspeakable eldritch horrors that follow you around just so they can tell you shitty puns . Mom Friend™ poltergeists who passive aggressively disrupt all your electronics when ur a lil shit who should be sleeping because “you have an exam in the morning!!” , but Also tag along on blind dates in case you suddenly need an out . sirens who work as lifeguards & sing so instead of panicking you can focus on your movements & breathe easier . forest ranger Bigfoot who patrols the woods in case anyone gets lost & needs a guide out .