#aaaaa tysm!!!!

[gaydexvocaloid]

HAPPY BDAY DEX AND DAINA ILY 2 SO MUCH <33

[psilliguykai]

if your still taking drawing requests for lil Jashers maybe THDPH? (btw yes I just saw your reblog it reminded me of him & absolutely made my day THANKS BTW LOL)

Hihi!! Sorry this took so long - I originally wanted to redraw the THDPH album cover with your design but I sketched it so many times and none of them quite worked so uhhhh evl ppl for you !!! Pink + regular versions and some without text/line weight under the cut ^^

[lxvi-gloria]

Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones

Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3

hihi requests are still open btw

I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;

that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3

Now on Ao3!

The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him. 

He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.

His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away. 

There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.

He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.

Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area. 

“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.

“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.

He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.

It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.

“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”

He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.

While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back. 

“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”

He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.

She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?” 

Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.

“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”

She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.

Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.

Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.

“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter. 

From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.

A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”

Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.” 

Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told. 

Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.

“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues. 

Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion. 

Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them. 

This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.

“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”

That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.

He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.

When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off. 

He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding. 

Just… why him?

As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.

When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.

It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.

As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.

“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.

Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?” 

She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”

Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.

This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.

“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.

Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.

This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.

[dailyjokerp5]

Had an extra joker lying around

(Gl with your masters stuff!)

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submitted by @nina-the-ninth - tysm! (and good URL, i'm about to start HtN)

[spiderin-space]

Commission for @joffyworld !! Tysm again for commissioning me!! : D

[ask-cryptid-farmer]

Psst, hey.

Eugh. You’re ridiculously tall. Lean down.

— @sebastians-asks

"I love ya too. <3"

[sammysammer]

Do you have like a.. reference picture of your sona?

I don't really have an official one rn but I do have one made by my wonderful and talented friend @yunfox00!! :3

(I have art block rn lol)

[blackhairedjjun]

violet 🥺 tennis partners with jjuni but he’s in denial about his feelings and swears on everything he only sees you as a coworker and nothing else. yet the night you call him at 2am crying, he’s on your doorstep in five minutes

OH MYYYYY MOON IM SPIRALING JUST THINKING ABT THIS. like i keep daydreaming abt tennis player yeonjun... it's real bad

you two have incredible chemistry on the court: together you keep every inch of the court defended, help protect each other's serve, set up the perfect point - everything you do, you do in sync. and if anyone wonders how, all they need to do is to see the subtle ways the two of you rely on each other during the match. yeonjun keeps a hand on your back as you whisper a strategy to him, as if to keep anyone from getting too close to you, and after winning a set you hug him a little longer than usual in relief. he carries your bag when you switch sides of the court, and you let him have first pick when the ballboys hand you a fresh batch of towels.

rumors swirl that the rising star doubles partners are secretly dating, which yeonjun denies a little too quickly when asked - you're his trusted partner, nothing else. he's built up his chemistry with you through hours of practice. but even as he says it, he can't help but steal a glance at you while you pretend to wipe your face with your towel to hide your growing smile.

but then it's the night before the finals of your tournament, and you're staying at a hotel close to the venue when you receive terrible news from your family. everything falls apart right then and there, the tournament doesn't even matter anymore, and you're crying so hard you can't even breathe. you call the first contact you think of - yeonjun - and ask him to come over. he doesn't need to know why for him to rush from his hotel room to yours.

once he sees your state he wraps you in his arms and makes you sit on the bed with him. you sob into his chest and he holds you close, one hand rubbing your back, letting you cry it out for as long as you need. when you separate from him he cradles your face in his hands and wipes away your tears, asking if there's anything you need, what he can do, if you're feeling well enough to play tomorrow - and yes, he would withdraw from the finals just to make sure that you're okay. you don't know what to do yet but you let him hold you, feeling safe in his arms even with all the pressure on your shoulders.

[drawingbakeryy]

dude ive been following your tiktok for ages, and i seriously love your art sm-

i would also love to give D a hug or bite him. grawr

AA-

side note tysm FOR THE SUPPORT AAAH appreciate it sm

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Last day matching PFP’s with @ziipzeepzop-eez before I do my monthly change with PFP’s 🤧💔‼️

Getting ready for November festivities 🕺🏾🥧🍂‼️

[yuomizuu]

new blog theme ⏦ﾟ♡︎

self-ship x ‘would you fall in love with me again’

[nukacourier]

BOOM! James has been turned into a cutie!

[painful-vomit]

Your moment of recognition may have ended, but that doesn't matter, true love is forever.

Congratulations, Cyn and Doll.

(also cyn why on earth are you so hard to draw)

This is ADORABLE! Thank you so much for drawing me with my beloved wife.

[the-future-haunts-you]

𝙷𝚎𝚢! 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎!

[𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚘.. 🥲]

𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝙱𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗! ☻

* "Awe!! I love it, thank you, creator!"

[finns-fandom-blog]

hullo! I love ur oc twins they’re very fun.

hi!! thank u so much omg 🩷 i will be making more stuff about them soon, i can feel it in my bones

[ariartcor]

Hypothetically (because I may give up very early on) would it be alright if I made a midnight burger fic inspired by one of your art posts (specifically the Ted centric episode you dreamed about and made a like. 2 panel mini comic about)

-from someone who can’t stop thinking about that weird little alien guy

HI HELLO I'M SO LATE TO THIS BECAUSE OF FILM SCHOOL (i am a senior)!!!! I WOOULD BE HONOREDDDDD AAAAA

TYSM!!!! pls give me updates/lmk when you do!!! I will read every word and make fanart!!!!