submission letters


i’m just another casual artsy type, currently living in Canada!

i really enjoy musicals and indie or foreign films, and messing around with watercolours. i play a bunch of instruments, but not very seriously. an odd amount of things in my room are from IKEA or they’re houseplants.

my music taste is all over for the most part (i’ll try anything from classical to synth pop) and i’m always open to suggestions. i like the 1975, Oh Wonder, The Kooks, Tom Rosenthal, The Front Bottoms, P!ATD, Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Two Door Cinema Club, Les Cowboys Fringants, etc.

i’m applying for an exchange to France this year, so it would be really cool if i could make some European friends, but i’m open to befriending anyone! i would love to practice my French or even start learning a new language.

i’m really invested in making friends because i kind of suck at it, so i’d like someone who would put as much effort into the relationship as me. i hate it when people never answer my texts or don’t put any effort into the conversation. you don’t have to be deep or anything, but please have some curiosity. if you don’t like me after a few weeks, i really don’t mind; but PLEASE don’t waste my time. i’ve invested time into people, letters into people and it’s hurtful when they stop responding.

i’m looking for people ages 15-16, race/sexuality/gender doesn’t matter as long as you’re curious and talkative. i want to do snail mail, but would prefer it if the other person would be willing to send the first letter. i’m open to facetiming or snapchat calls once we know each other well.

my tumblr is @cutieohwonder so just message me on there and we can get started!

Ad Terram
(Letters to Earth)

As i stare out into her wonders, she widens her arms & offers me love, i suddenly feel at peace. Terra, I like to call her. I belong here. It is like I have forgotten to know what it was like to have anxiety or undergo depression. To disregard these feelings, is quite a challenge. For I still have my days. But at least now it is confirmed.. I can always come back & rely on Mother Nature for comfort. Because she sees my flawed human self yet reminds me how perfect of a specimen I am. Like her changing seas, I continuously evolve with her. I live within her as much as she lives within me. For I am one with this Earth.

-Love, Charley

Two kinds of chemists

There are two types of chemistry students. At other universities, they are usually indistinguishable unless you get them drunk enough to tell you about how much they love chemistry. At Elsewhere U, these students meet with very different fates.

The first type pursues chemistry for knowledge. To them, nothing is more beautiful than the fundamental truth of how materials are created. There is no higher goal than the discovery of the structure of everything. These students are, generally, safe. The Fair Folk do not trust their knowledge, made from machines and mathematics, and they have a healthy degree of skepticism about superstition and an even healthier understanding of questions that Should Not Be Asked.

The second type is here for the beautiful creations of chemistry, and they are usually doomed. Each one of us has a story about the compound that entranced them so - for me it was the gentle violet of hexaaquovanadium(II) nitrate (also known by its older, traditional name of aqueous vanadous niter), but it’s different for everyone. We study chemistry not for any grand cause, but with the same obsession that sends moths to a street light. And for us, entranced by the beauty of things the strangers make, prone to long hours in the lab and unaccustomed to caution, it’s only a matter of time before we are taken, like the moth who loves the flame.


Spell a character's name in my askbox and I'll tell you my headcanons...

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

B: Do they have any allergies?

C: Can they swim well?

D: How they react to being flirted with?

E: How are they with children?

F: What’s one thing they’re really bad at?

G: How do they flirt?

H: What is their deadly sin?

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

J: What’s their sense of humour like?

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them?

L: What is their favourite board game?

M: What is their favourite dessert?

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?

P: How do they handle money?

Q: Are they patient?

R: What are their hands like?

S: How stealthy are they?

T: Where are they ticklish?

U: What’s their voice like?

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them?

W: Can they dance?

X: What’s their most petty little secret?

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to?

Z: How do they sleep?

Many friends to be found for the lifesavers

((A study of the biologists on Elsewhere University, a continuation of the posts on statisticians and physicists by Canadianwheatpirates. Also on Ao3 )) 

Being a biology student on Elsewhere University is simply put absolute torture.

It’s in the nature of the Gentry to avoid the science students. Disapproving of everything and everyone that wishes to pin them down, put rules to them or uncover their secrets. It’s an uncomfortable truce, but in general the science students are bothered a lot less than the others. Especially the chemistry students are given a wide berth after the incident with their professor. Most science students are perfectly all right with this. No better guarantee for safety, after all.

The biologists? Not so much.

After all, what’s more of a novelty, a marvel, to a biologist then an entire hill filled with strange new species. Unclassified, unidentified, with unknown behaviour patterns and illogical body plans, not to mention sentience and powers beyond your wildest imagination? Irresistible!

The Fair Folk won’t touch you with a ten-foot pole, of course, but that only makes it more intriguing.

In a way, the other science majors have it easy. The things they study stay in place, mostly. The things they observe don’t tend to stare back. Of course, you could look away, but where’s the fun in that?

I’ll warn you beforehand, it’s not easy studying biology here. Unless, of course, you have a whole heap of self-control and patience stored up. Yes, the Art and English majors get taken most frequently. Yet when it comes to mysterious disappearances and weird unexplainable accidents, biologists take the lead. We’re magnets for trouble, sneaking around the boundaries and putting our noses where they do not belong. Prying and spying and generally being a hassle to the Fair Folk. Suddenly finding your life returning to crushingly normal as They retract their hands and even their eyes from you is said to be the most favourable outcome.

You’ll get to hear the stories anyway, though. After all, biologists are and odd breed of scientists. Jacks-of-all trades, we learn a bit of everything. Some chemistry, physics, math and statistics. They even put us in philosophy class every now and then to everyone’s great displeasure. As if we’re the ones who should be most concerned with morality and ethics on these grounds! Either way, you’ll get to know a lot of people from different studies as well, so even if the gentry decide to turn their back on you, the gossip will reach you nevertheless.

And after all, there’s plenty of cool things to study that aren’t magical at all! From ancient crab species with blue blood, saturated with copper, to jellyfish that keep turning back into their larval state, rendering them essentially immortal. Plants who’s body temperature rises with fifteen degrees when they flower or bacteria that eat plastic, form rock-hard spores or breathe sulfate. Not to mention fungi the size of a football field. No magic required!

Other students say we take after our subjects too much, and I guess they’re right. When it comes to creatures it’s universal among biologists that we like it bizarre! And yeah, we fit the bill. I know from experience many have the tendency to take their ‘work’ home with them. From odd exotic plants to weird, unfamiliar pets. Rooming with a biologist means there’s always chance of finding preserved carcasses in your fridge, or sometimes boxes with seeds that need to be kept cold until April, then they can be planted in the topsoil during the full moon. Be careful when watering the plants, some are from the desert and can easily be drowned. Mind the small tree with the massive, hand shaped leaves in the windowsill! Three seeds are enough to kill a human. The leaves aren’t that bad but you should still wash your skin thoroughly with soap after touching them.

It doesn’t matter if you’re an ecologists, cell biologists or geneticist. We all love nature, living things (and dead things, on occasion) and will try to keep them close. Your dorm will never be silent with the cries and scurrying of unfamiliar animals or rustling leaves as background noise.

Come to our labs if you have a free afternoon, they’re the prettiest this university has to offer! We have plenty of flowers in all colours, a small palm tree on the workbench and a huge aquaria full of colourful fish. Plus a cage with over forty species of beetles, shining like gemstones. Also a big collection of super-rad skeletons! Regular animals, fish, some beasts with too many limbs that look like the art students were in charge of the assembly. Most look unnerving (except the centaur, that one just looks dumb) and others can never quite tell if they’re perhaps Fae in origin or just weird-ass earth creatures (the biologists like it bizarre, after all). If you figure it out, don’t tell them!

And plants, so many plants. Don’t water anything though! Leave it to the professionals. Also if you see any empty pots, for the love of everything don’t throw them away! There’s no telling what’s beneath the dirt. There might be a living plant hibernating down there! Or maybe something else.

Please don’t touch the dead things either! Both for your own safety and for our sake, a few of those have yet to be dissected. Also, some of them might not be as dead as you think.

Oh and, oh what? The plant in the corner, you mean? Don’t worry about that, it’s not actually glowing. It’s just covered in a layer of thin, purple hairs! We suspect it’s to protect it from UV light. Nothing magical about it! We think. We’re still not entirely sure how it keeps making those sad humming noises though, but we’re bound to figure it out soon!

Also keep an eye out for the various pets the biologists are keeping, it’s a very interesting bunch. Much more varied than your typical cats and dogs. I’m still not entirely sure if keeping pets is allowed in the dorms but whatever, no stopping us. The lab rats used in the ‘animal behaviour’ practicum of the ‘development and growth’ course supposedly get disposed of after the experiments are finished, so they are free for the taking. Just bring a bulky jacket with a hidden pocket. Quite some biologists have one, although it’s a chore to smuggle them out.

Some of them are somewhat… odd, even though we didn’t do anything with them except observe their behaviour. Perhaps it’s the exposure to Fae magic? They make good pets, nevertheless.

(There’s another odd advantage to caring for plants and animals. Pets don’t normally do favours, and aren’t bound by promises, but this place has a way of altering things. It’s no certainty but perhaps one of the creatures you take care of may one day repay the favour. There are many friends to be found for the lifesavers. And as a biologist on Elsewhere’s grounds, you need all the friends you can get. Just make sure you treat them well.)

You may find injured creatures on campus occasionally. Just remember to check if any potential pets are sentient, deadly or collared before you take them. And remember, the crows and the lone fat skunk are absolutely off limits. Be wary of the swans, as well. Always be wary of the swans.


Hello! My name is Wyatt! And I’m in search of a pen pal! Multiple if possible!

If you don’t speak English that’s okay because I also speak Deutsch 🇩🇪 Русская 🇷🇺 Français 🇫🇷 and I can hold a conversation in Chinese 🇨🇳 and Latin (Should anyone be a time traveler from the Roman Empire)

I am a very gay boy from the US and love to read and write books, a lot of literature I enjoy are written by Orwell 👀 But I am lacking in people to write to! So hit me up on my tumblr here: @Lost-Son-of-Rome and send an address in that ask box so I can write you!

Must be friendly and accepting. ❤ love you all!

Love letters

How does Alex always write such wonderful love letters? He actually reuses his best work, he just changes the name of the person in the letter so it appears he wrote it specifically for them.

One time, Eliza received an especially gorgeous letter from Hamilton- and she was really over the moon about it- until she read that she is “the most beautiful man that ever walked on Earth”

This is Sam.

He’s a sort of puppy/moose hybrid sort of guy, with the big hazel eyes and floppy hair and gangly limbs.

Despite his six foot four inch muscle bound frame, he is one of the sweetest people you could ever meet.

He is the most compassionate person in the world, with a soul that’s brighter than a lighthouse. He’s always the first to reach out to sympathize, to offer words of comfort or a hug. He connects to people on a level that barely anyone else can comprehend.

When he smiles, it’s usually genuine, so you can’t help but smile back at him. And when he laughs, its usually because he’s happy and you can hear it echoing with joy.

He’s unnervingly loyal to his family.  He can and will lay down his life to save the ones he loves. He gives and gives and gives, never asking for anything in return.

He was force fed demons blood that was supposed to taint his heart. He was put on a path of darkness, to become the Boy King and later on Lucifer’s vessel. He was supposed to be some kind of evil monster.

Sam Winchester is anything but a monster. He’s made mistakes, but that’s because he’s so achingly beautifully human. Everything he has ever done was to try and make the world a better place. He just wants to make sure that people are happy and safe, that someday he may have a normal life with his beloved brother and his best friend.

So don’t you dare try to say that Sam Winchester is not important.

(via daughter-of-hades-world)

Hey, guys!

My name is Eric and I’m from Sydney, Australia. I’m 17 years old. I’ve never had a pen pal before and so my friend is helping me set this up. 

I am an Australian born Chinese (ABC). I can speak English and Mandarin Chinese fluently. I play tennis, basketball and I can also play the clarinet. I like anime, K-Pop, K-Drama, shoes, technology, photography, fishing, plastic model making, my dog “Chubby” and plenty more. I dislike rude people and bugs.

I’m a pretty open guy, so I don’t mind who wants to be my pen pal. Please DM @rx-ri on Tumblr if you’d like to be pen pals with me, but specify that you want Eric. 

two treasures which make ardyn happy. (ノ´ з `)ノ

( art credit: @owlteria​ )

Another day Ardyn spent within the quiet confines of the antechamber of his apartments within the Citadel. His tablet ensconced in his lap. A favored garish colored cocktail sat upon the table beside him. It was quiet and the attendants left him in peace and tranquility.

Broken now only by the soft click of the large doors leading into his suited. His gaze left the trivial article he thumbed through no longer able to hold his attention. Greeted instead by something far more interesting: the sight of Noctis dressed down with his favorite food upon a plate. “Oh Noct.” Words coming out to a purr.

His husband gave him one of his charming smiles that brightened up the entirety of his face. The plate held up in offering. How could the immortal resist such temptations when placed before him? Ardyn was a man of his vices. Noctis was but the greatest of them that he would fall to again and again.

“Just found it in the kitchens. Thought you might like it.” And still despite all the years they had been together Noctis still came to him with that slightly awkward charm of his endearing as it was.

He was beckoned over with the slow crooking of two fingers and a lascivious smirk upon Ardyn’s features. A swipe of the icing upon his finger that traced a path down the side of Noctis’ neck. “Hmm. I can think of other things I would wish to devour.” His lips lingered over the mess he had made of his husband before his tongue darted out to lap it from pale flesh. A hand to reach and give a soft squeeze to Noctis’ shapely ass. The little gasp he received in turn was a gift within itself.

An arm came about his lover’s waist pulling Noctis carefully in his lap where the tablet occupied no longer. Finally able to give his considerate lover a proper kiss. Ardyn could think of no two things that brought him such contentment now.