#am just obsessed with the shifter au

[leftoverlimerence]

Rudy and Gaz in wolf onesies inspired by COD Shifter AU by Bennyhatter

[cyncerity]

Hi, I absolutely love your store shifter au and it gave me so much brainrot!! I’m borrowing a friend’s account for the moment because I can’t have a tumblr. Anyhow, I just wanted you to say that even if I can’t interact, I absolutely love all your ideas!!! If I understood the lore right, I would assume George is Sapnap’s younger brother and whatever traumatizing experience caused Sapnap to shift also took George away from Dream when they were young. Will Dream and George ever meet in person and if they met as tinies, would George realize it was Dream and what would he think of Dream having the pendant/braid? How would Tommy learn Dream was a shifter, and if one of them was tiny when that happened how would they deal with/would there be a language barrier? And how does Dream learn to shift back? This is much longer than intended, sorry. Feel free to answer parts of it or none of it, I just wanted you to know you’re wonderful!! And if this ask isn’t long enough, then here’s some writing prompts -a friendly admirer

“I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

“My clothes. They just look so, so…”

“Yeah. Hard to believe we even fit that size, right?”

“It’s crazy.”

xxxxxx

"Wow"

"What?"

"Nothing... I'm just not used to

seeing you from this angle.”

"Yeah, I guess it's usually the

other way around.”

This is literally one of the most personal asks I’ve ever gotten solely for the fact that how you described being on tumblr is exactly how I was

I wasn’t allowed on tumblr, so i’d wait till everyone in my house was asleep and then pull out my middle school ipod as a burner device, look at g/t posts for an hour or so, then delete the google tabs i’d pulled them up on and fully shut down the ipod and hide it.

I lurked in this specific community for about a year, then lurked with an account so i could send asks for about another half year until i caved and got the app without parental permission lol (my dad had seen how tumblr was before the bad bots started to get banned so he honest to god thought this was one of those kinda sites but hes chill now)

suffice to say i completely know where you’re coming from and I love you for it 💖

Even if you can’t like my posts or have an account, just coming on here and saying you like my content is so awesome and it absolutely means the world to me 💕✨💖

As for you’re thoughts on the lore (and thank you for sending so many questions I love when this happens):

You’re getting close >:)

Sapnap doesn’t have any siblings, but as I’ve mentioned before (i think), Quackity does! And the event that sparked Sapnap’s shifting was similar to what got George taken in the first place (which could definitely be a reason that it was distressing enough to cause him to shift 👀), just on a larger scale and at different times. George was gone well before Sapnap became a shifter.

As for more on George, i’ll limit myself to what I can say cause there’s so much I want to write for him. At some point it’s my goal to write a story for him as a sort of interlude of the “dream shifted for the first time” story (there will be more parts! I’m working on them! Ngl this ask kinda made me realize how much I wanted to finish the second part of that) and have him fully explained there.

But I can tell you that Dream and George will meet in person! I can’t tell you if Dream will be tiny when they meet, cause you don’t even know for sure what species George is yet, but i promise the boys will meet! Will George know it’s Dream when they meet and vice versa? Who knows! That’s for me to know and you all to find out later >:)

Tommy won’t learn Dream is a shifter for a while, since Dream is stuck at the store. It also takes a bit of time for a new shifter to shift back to their normal size, since they’ve been repressing their capabilities for so long, their body has to stay at the opposite size to get used to it initially. Dream will be able to shift back at some point, but not without some help :)

And now that you mention it, there definitely could be a language barrier, and that could make things really interesting 👀 (im imagining Tommy seeing Dream tiny for the first time at a loss for words and Dream frantically trying to explain what he is but obviously Tommy already knows, so Tommy starts talking about being a shifter himself and he can’t hear Dream’s absolute shock and confusion at this information and can answer none of his questions)

And the writing prompts, YES, i am IN LOVE WITH THEM

If i don’t write specific things for them, they will be put into the next few stories for this au because they are such good ideas oh my word

and as a treat because i loved answering your questions and it made me really happy to get an ask that hit so close to my own experience here’s some miscellaneous Store Shifter drawings from my chorus class, just for you bestie 💖

i have so many of these for so many aus you don’t even know the half of it

[the-californicationist]

Guile & Guilt changed meeee. It was so cute. I absolutely loved it. Do you have any ao3 recs/authors?

Thank you so much for reading it! <3 I'm glad it made an impression. It changed me, too. 😅

So, I posted a fic rec list a while back. But, I have to add on a few new favorites as well.

Ever since reading @fireya-x and her keep me breathing Price saga, I've gobbled up everything she's been putting on the table for us. That one and @gemmahale and the amazing Johnny fix-it fic Righteous Fury just give me the best AU COD vibes. Lots of action. The warfare is there, but so are the feels.

If you want more Johnny, I'm going to have to plug Trainspotting by @bitterrfruit. She's a word wizard, and everything she makes turns to pure gold. Seriously, all bangers. And, if you are lucky enough to speak some Spanish, Fearless by @pricesugarwife is absolutely stunning. Like, it'll change your life.

But, if you are looking for some Ghoap instead, that Cedar Beam, Pine Rafter fic by @/joesoef was a real heart-stabber. Very well-developed and well-written.

Obsessed with this Gaz fic by @pricegouge. I think about it once a day, it feels like. lol maybe not, but i am beyond obsessed with it.

Me, lately? I've been into the bear shifter vibes because of my current WIP, Ursa Major. @/LotharWinchester's Just in My Nature and Bare Necessities are scrumptious. Like how many times can I reread them? Idek. Amazing. Also Warm by @/3sa is a total banger. It's shifter o'clock around these parts, truly.

For wolf-shifter vibes, though, it's gotta be The Day is My Enemy by the fabulous @deadbranch. Masterpiece. Iconic. No notes. It's seriously such a rewarding read.

There's so many more. I wish I could plug them all, but I hope this keeps you busy, anon! Please be sure to check out my AO3 bookmarks if you are feeling brave enough.

[fizzigigsimmer]

Dragon!Shifter AU

I wrote a little in the tags on the OG post but I am still thinking about this so...

The way Billy arrived at the academy, swooping over the castle and roaring loud enough to shake the walls before he flew up towards the Grandmaster’s tower and disappeared into the clouds, there’s no way for anyone not to know who he is and what he is.

Steve’s very used to the way the student body can latch onto a person and OBSESS. You’d think, with their powers and their lineages that the students wouldn’t be effected by things like fan mania, but no, they’re just as impressed by pretty faces and showboating as ordinary humans are. Steve can’t go anywhere without his classmates stuffing the poems and ballads they’ve composed - praising his pale elfin good looks and comparing him to snowdrops, stars, and moonlight - under his pillow or in his satchel when he isn’t looking. And at least once a week someone actually gets up the courage to stand in the courtyard and sing. He’s been crowned King of Midsummer every year that he’s been old enough to attend the end of term festival reserved for the higher level students.

But from the minute Billy Hargrove saunters out of the Grandmaster’s quarters he’s all anyone can talk about. It’s so fucking annoying. His golden skin and sun streaked hair, his glittering blue eyes and the flames that (apparently) dance in them when he’s wielding magic (Steve wouldn’t know because he can’t stand the prick and the less time spent in his company the better) and the inked markings that decorate his back and shoulders that glow gold just before he shifts his shape.

Steve knows Billy’s markings intimately because he sees them three times a week during Champions practice, usually right after Hargrove strips naked and dives from the banks of Emerald Lake, changing shape in a burst of golden magic just so he can knock Steve and the rest of his teammates off their feet with a ten foot wave. And Billy does that shit on purpose, because he doesn’t have to be big as a house when he shifts.

Billy has a demi form, effectively no bigger than a kitten. Steve can hold most of his bendy lizard like body in the palm of his hand while Billy’s long serpentine tail coils around his wrist, warm despite the cool scales that line his body. No one knew dragons could go small like this. Well, correction, Steve supposes it makes a lot of sense now why humans call so many lizards dragons. Wingless, one scaly lizard thing scuttling around looks like another, and it turns out Dragons have been coming to the human world far more often than people think.

Steve discovers that Billy can go small after Flight Studies one day, which he’s endlessly thankful is not one of the classes he has to share with Hargrove. While some elves have strong enough magic and a sturdy enough connection to the fae realm that they can achieve winged flight, Steve remains as grounded and talentless in this area as they come. It’s enough of a sore spot as it is because his dad and all of his cousins fly. The last thing he wants to put up with is Hargrove giving him shit about it.

Steve comes back from class still wingless, but sweaty from all that straining to connect with Gia, and immediately heads to the room he shares with Tommy in the Blue Hall to change before supper. He doesn’t expect to find anything but shirts and tunics in his drawer, so he nearly shrieks the house down when he opens it to find a big lizard thing coiled up in a nest of his shirts.

Patrick, one of the selkies who shares the room next door, comes running in to see what the commotion is about just as the scaly creature raises its long neck, blue green scales glinting in the late afternoon sunlight and yellow eyes fixed on Steve as it opens its mouth and hisses. It has a small row of very sharp looking teeth and a very pink tongue.

Steve slams the drawer shut.

“Whoa! What was that?!“ Patrick demands, drawing closer, only to scurry back along with Steve as the drawer with the creature inside rattles violently.

“I have no idea. Probably another one of Munson’s freaky little pets.” Steve seethes, speaking of the boy from Black Hall who is infamous for his love of dark magical creatures, the more dangerous the better. The drawer rattles hard before suddenly popping open, and one very pissed lizard crawls its way out onto the top of the dresser. it twists its upper body until its head faces the two gaping boys. For a moment Steve admires the elegance of its long body and the dramatic spiny fins that raise from its back as it elongates itself, thinking that the strangely human expression of absolute grump that it wears on a decidedly lizard like face is unexpectedly funny... and then the creature opens its mouth and Steve and Patrick bolt with a yelp, scrambling for the door as a stream of electric blue flame erupts from the creature’s mouth.

The House Head thinks they are pulling a prank when they bring him back to deal with the beast, only to find the room completely creature free and no sign of anything burning. But Steve knows what he saw, and Patrick isn’t known for being a prankster so the Head promises to go over to Black Hall and have a talk with Munson. He advises the boys to keep their windows shut going forward, so nothing has an opportunity to crawl in.

It doesn’t work, because Steve doesn’t know it but the creature was actually a dragon shifter who also happens to live in Blue Hall, just one floor below. Steve doesn’t notice either that first time that one of his shirts is missing.

Long before Billy was ready to admit he liked Steve as a person, he liked the smell of his soap and his magic. Dragons are creatures of indulgence, so the things they like they take to horde. Steve never gets that shirt back or any of the other things Billy ends up claiming from Steve’s room. Not until Steve starts sleeping in his bed. But anything he brings back with him from Billy’s room, Billy just replaces with something else.

It’s expensive dating a dragon, is what he’s saying. The only solution is to cohabbitate.

 The First Part

[charliemwrites]

Hi Charlie!!!

I just read and reread the shape shifter AU, and I am absolutely obsessed! I love the way you write all of the guys, especially Johnny 😂

I was wondering, do you plan on writing any interactions between the reader and “human” Simon, Gaz, Konig and Price? I would die if you did!

I hope you’re having a wonderful week! You’re amazing and I hope you know that!

Hi! Thank you so much and it’s absolutely amazing to hear that you REREAD it 😭❤️

I think that story is done though. Unless the worms wiggle back that way (and I don’t think they will) i kind of like leaving those interactions up to a reader’s imagination

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

What am I to you?

Note: ok so this man is living rent-free in my mind for a while, so why not make a fic with him? Also, I notice a pattern here since most of my obsessions are blond men 🙈. I'm not decided yet if I wanna make a mini-series or not;

Pair: Erwin Smith x F!Reader;

Story: Erwin knows about the crush you have on him and one night he decided to confront you about it. This is an AU where Erwin got the injection instead of Armin.

Tags: fluff.

After the latest meeting with Kiyomi Azumabito, Erwin decided to retreat to his office so he could think about their next move. He's always been calculated, and precautious, making plans for every outcome possible. As the commander of the Survey Corps, there was always a heavy amount of responsibility hanging over his shoulders, as he had to fulfill his goal of finding the truth about the Titans. The truth, however, didn't set him free; it only made the burden he carried much heavier. His goal changed; now he had to protect the humanity inside the walls and further fulfill his duty, not only as the commander of the Survey Corps but also as the possessor of the Colossal Titan.

He viewed Armin's death with regret, as the kid was brilliant, and he would for sure make a great commander someday.

Erwin likes to write down important details in a journal because he might discover some clues or get some ideas as he writes or reads them later. There was a lantern near him that lit the table and the pages in a soft, yellow light. There were others scattered around as well, which illuminated the room in a warm light. The room was silent, and only the sound of him writing could be heard. That was until someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said calmly. Through the door, one of his soldiers appeared.

"Bad time?" she asked, noticing the commander was busy.

"Not at all, how can I help?" He said this, closing his journal and turning back to face the soldier.

"Well, I was thinking about the meeting with Kiyomi..."

She was lying. All she was thinking about was her commander. Every day she would think about Erwin when he wasn't around, and when he was, she tried her best to get noticed by him. She was smart and capable, with great leadership skills, but there was so much she needed to learn. Noticing her potential, Erwin spent some extra time with her.

She didn't always have a crush on him. In the beginning, she used to admire him like the rest of the scouts. She looked up to him; he was her mentor, but over the years this admiration turned into a feeling she could barely control anymore: one of love. It clouded her judgment, and she began to see him more as a man, a partner, rather than her commander and a titan shifter. Dealing with these conflicted feelings was draining her, and as a result, it weakened her performance as a soldier. She began to miss important details, and to be careless, leaving her to wonder if Erwin realized something was wrong.

However, she didn't dare to see if it was true, and instead, she acted like nothing was wrong while burying her feelings for him, hoping they'd go away.

As usual, she came into his office under the excuse of a serious discussion about the meeting with Lady Azumabito.

"What about it?" Erwin asked, not taking his eyes off her.

"I just don't think it's a good idea to follow Zeke's plan, and for many reasons. He doesn't seem like a person you can trust, not to mention he killed most of us back in Shiganshina." She said it as she shyly approached Erwin, who was listening carefully. "And I don't understand why the person who almost wiped us out a year ago suddenly wants to help Paradise Island. Something is off." She sat on an armchair that was near Erwin's desk.

"I understand your concern," he said, his eyes fixated on you. Even if there was some distance between you, you could still feel his dominant presence as if he were near you. Maybe it was something about his gaze that never seemed to move from you, or maybe it had to do with your feelings. In reality, Erwin was the same, but it was you who changed.

"I'm as worried as you are, y/n," he added, "there are many people who depend on us. However, we can't deny any of their help."

Even after all these years under his command, his response still shocked you. You opened your mouth to talk, but you closed it immediately. Erwin noticed, causing a smile to appear on his face.

"If you think about it, the whole world wants us dead. So what's left other than to trust these people who come to our aid? Of course, I don't want to follow Zeke's plan to activate a small-scale rumbling, but maybe we can convince Kiyomi to adopt a plan that doesn't involve one."

"That sounds better," you said, relieved. "She seemed very interested in our iceburst stone reserves. Maybe we can start with that?"

"Good point, but I feel that you are not here to discuss a strategy," he said as he leaned forward in his chair. His blue eyes were looking at you with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

"What do you mean?" you said, trying to keep it together.

"Well, I noticed your lack of focus lately. Also, you used to come up with solutions to the problem, and now you come up with more problems." He said it with a slight annoyance in his tone.

"It's...it's because of the situation we're in...you don't find out every day that the world is against you..." So he did notice that something was wrong with you, but did he also notice it was because of him?

"That's true, but are you sure there isn't something else bothering you?" His words were so gentle, and you could tell from his tone that he was worried about you. Still, you panicked, and despite your calculated nature, you began to talk nonsense.

"Yes commander, I'm sure." The situation was becoming awkward, and you'd usually stop by now. "I don't have a reason to be upset, I mean I have, plenty, but I should do something about it. Anyway, how are you dealing with the situation?"

"Don't change the subject," he said. "And I'm fine, thanks for asking."

A short, awkward silence followed until Erwin spoke again.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on me."

Just like that, he blew up your cover, pulling you into foreign territory. You should've known that this day would come, as the commander has an eye for details.

"What?" you said in a forced shock tone, "Listen, maybe you need some rest too because you talk nonsense right now."

Erwin maintained his stoic expression, which made you more anxious because you couldn't read him at all. You didn't know if he was disappointed, angry, relieved, or if he felt the same way or not.

As you got up, you began to talk again.

"I'll go now, commander, I need some rest. There's been so much going on...." Your words were more and more incoherent as you noticed the commander approaching you. He walked slowly towards you as if he didn't want to disturb you—or, better said, scare you. You stopped talking when there were mere inches between your bodies. He was so close that you could smell his natural musk, see his expression wrinkles, and watch him frown.

"What am I to you, y/n?" he asked determinedly.

"I-you, you are my commander..."

This closure triggered your fight-or-flight instinct. He could be very intimidating when he wanted something, but you never thought he'd be like this with you, hence your lack of confidence. Still, you find him dangerously attractive. You got lost in your words, and you desperately tried to get out of this situation.

"You don't seem so sure about that." Because he was taller than you, he had to hunch a bit to come closer to your face. One inch was enough to make your legs weak, thus marking your defeat. One rebellious strand of hair over his forehead was enough to make you imagine dirty stuff, like how good he’d look on top of you or how his hair would feel in your hand. Being so close to him also made you want to kiss him. You could already feel his lips pressing on yours.

"Commander…" you said. As if Erwin read your mind, he grabbed your arms and pulled you closer to him, as he pressed his lips over yours. His action shocked you, but what shocked you most was how soft his lips were. The kiss was gentle, and he remained idle, waiting for your response. Before you could wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him back, Hange burst through the door.

"Erwin! You'd never guess... Oh, did I interrupt something?" She said, her cheeks becoming visible red from embarrassment.

"No, I was just leaving," you said as you quickly got past her. You left the room without looking back.

"Oh, Erwin..." Hange began to laugh. "Don't break her heart like you did with the rest."

"I'll do my best," Erwin said, smiling. "Got something for me?"

"Yes, it's about the Founding Titan..."

Once you arrived in your room, you began to walk back and forth in the small space as you start overthinking. You felt joy, anxiety, excitement, and shame all at once. You hoped that the commander would forget about this incident and pretend like nothing happened. At least this is what you planned to do, but you should know by now that Erwin doesn't leave things unfinished. For the rest of the night, all you could think about was how good he looked in that warm light and how soft his lips were.

[downbadreading]

Ateez fic recs

some of this is mature themed so MDNI!

first of all, there's a lot more and i will edit it time by time! thanks for the authors for writing such a great fic that make me enjoy reading so muchh

my main fic recs is here!

THE LEGENDARY FIC IS MIST OF CELESTE BY @hongism (m)

-i've been dying to do this i always think whenever i do my own fic recs this fic MUST be on the very top because it's insane i'm telling you who never heard of moc???

OT8 / ateez x reader

SUBTLE VARIATIONS OF HEARTBREAK by @nonclassyparty (m)

please read this. I am begging. the heartbreak i feel for each chapter??? INSANE. MUST READ AND REREAD.

the answer by @berryunho (m)

A CULT. A HOT CULT LEADER YET I AM ONE THE VERGE TO CRY BECAUSE HOW GOOD IT IS.

into the aurora by @honeyhotteoks (m)

this is so cute. super cute. i'm having emotional attach. btw part 2 is coming soon so if you're done with the first part, stay tuned! it's a poly ateez fics!

like the moon by @sunmoonjune

poly ateez x female oc. i love this. i love bug. i want to protect her so badly i will kill for her. what i really like about this fic is it's so wholesome. read this and you will understand, I SWEAR.

Seonghwa

love is gone by @ateezmakemeweep (m)

i have no words. it's not yet done, but i really love this story. there's another must read story SO PLEASE CHECK THE MASTERLIST

read for me by @pirateprincessblog (m)

(fem reader x best friend's father) this one heheheh it's so fucking hot like you don't get it it's just another tier i'm kicking the ceiling jaw on the floor while reading it.

Wallflower by @tenelkadjowrites

This is not just a sexual thing between an officemate okay it's more than that because i'm so invested on this story. mc and nerdy hwa is so cute and sexy when it come to the time there's four part of this fic!

Accidental Destiny by @hoonieversed (crying throwing up because this blog has been deactivated)

based on how to train your dragon and YEAH IT'S TOOTHLESS HWA (shifter) with healer reader i love the concept

Hongjoong

paradise lost by @setsugekka (m)

i will cry. this fic is so special to me because it changes my reading style and that's how good it is. i remember all the reread session i did before this because I AM OBSESSED.

bla bla bla by @yoongiseesawmp3 (m)

Stylist reader x idol hongjoong their relationship make me wanna cry it's sooooooo good

game of thrones au by @wordstro (m) eventually i think

I'm a sucker for got. even for hod. a fic starring my favourite group with my favourite series? i'm super duper in. there's one part leave from this fic, it contains four part! (and i'm not ready for the ending yet actually)

yunho

the meaning of 'jeong' by @hwaightme

ANYONE JUST KICK ME THIS IS SO URHHHHHH HOW DO I SAY THIS YOU MUST READ IT FIRST AND THEN WELCOME TO A ROLLERCOASTE RIDE OF EMOTIONS

yeosang

laces by @ttalgiwooyu (M)

This makes me blush for soooo long i wanna die. and read it again.

san

ginger and cinnamon tea by @cheollipop (m)

THIS ONE IS SUPER CUTE. AND HOT sick san and caring partner (along with woo's nonsense idea) this is a must read!

2 a.m. || Choi San by @mingigoo (m)

where do i start? idol san with make up artis reader is so hot.

in this place, full of lies: series masterlist by @wordstro (m)

i'm on my knees. the impact this series have on me. the fact i read it on one sitting and it takes hours. YET SO WORTH IT. I LOVE IT. SO MUCH. TO THE CORE. this one is post-apocalyptic world, and i love it.

Say what you want,be my people pleaser by @chokchokk

Still ongoing but the writer can have my kidney for this story I'm so invested you don't understand this is the falling with your fwb when he doesn't (yet idk it's my wild guess) and conflict here and there my I love this way tooooo much

mingi

series 2: sector one of itpfol by @wordstro

-this one is still ongoing and not yet started but it's on a same masterlist as the s1 with different y/n BUT IT'S ON ITPFOL UNIVERSE SO FIGHT ME

wooyoung

i wish you would by @multiland (M)

THIS? so good. so fucking cute and wholesome and hot and bother me so much. reader here is like frustrated with woo because he keep flirting that lead to a situation (NOT GONNA SPOIL IT BUT HOLY SHIT)

° good lil boy by @sorryimananti-romantic

I read this fic at 3 in the morning. By the time I'm finished with it, it's nearly 4 (or past already) and I can't sleep because this fic is so super duper good. Prince wooyoung and princess y/n (different continent they're not related!!!) And I love their banter so much

jongho

PLEASE SUGGEST ME SOME

multi member

starring roles by @nonclassyparty (san and mingi) (m)

BIG CLAP FOR THIS ONE. you know this is more y/n centered like i couldn't care less with who she ended up with i want her to be happy and be her. i root for her and i will kick anyone who mess with her on their ass. (i do care ofc but you know what i mean y/n is everything for me!)

not all that glitter is gold by @the7thcrow (seonghwa, san, wooyoung and reader) (m)

a great storyline. a super duper great one. i can go on days about this fic and the backstory of each of them. IT'S INSANE! eventually poly!

[backwaterscum]

🚢 (beth and shawn pls!)

shipping sheet.

BETH.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( i'm super into darylbeth and want his hands on her, but daryl is Terrible at admitting his feelings and will definitely take a lot of time to work up to it. THAT SAID, i'm more than happy to thread things set in the future where they're ~dating whilst also threading stuff where they're still in the platonic friendship stage. i'm not picky about doing stuff in chronological order! )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: fortunately you already know that i like to write daryl as a soft dom top w/ possessive-obsessive tendencies, so i don't think i need to warn for this if we do end up writing smut with these two, haha! i don't think he's the type to hold beth back in life, necessarily, but whenever she comes back home to him (or vice-versa) he'll have to claim her again, as one does... (although that said, i don't NEED smut, so please don't feel pressured to write it!)

i'm really open to ideas, both in main TWD-verse and in AUs. :] i italicised stuff like long distance and online relationships in case we wanna try doing that in a non-apoc AU or something-- fake dating and such, too, just because i feel like if beth put out an ad on the internet for a fake date or something to join her somewhere daryl would do it for a couple dollars... or maybe because merle tells him to do it. XD the only forbidden love thing i couldn't do would be daryl being a teacher in school w/ student beth just 'cause i don't think he'd be willing to do it, but stuff like princess/lowborn or supernatural monsters being involved in any way (i have a wolf shifter daryl AU! and am thinking about AUs with him as a vampire or a divine being) would be neat too. i'm not bothered by the age gap at all though, in general. heh.

he's a loyal dog and will love her endlessly, forever. 😔 in most worlds i don't think daryl could be a toxic boyfriend, especially because beth means so much to him and is so special in his heart he'd never wanna hurt her, but um. i left that italicised just in case we manage to finagle an AU somehow because i do like writing toxic boyfriends. bahaha!

SHAWN.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( same as outlined above-- daryl's so slow to figure out his romantic feelings, and then even slower to admit to them, so it'll be a while! if ever you wanna write stuff out of chronological order with these two, i'd be down. )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: so shawn is INTERESTING... with beth daryl's more likely to be soft, but shawn doesn't go through 4.12 still with daryl. which means he's more willing to go into physical-only-no-feelings-allowed arrangements if shawn needed that release somehow, and wouldn't need to be dating him to feel "ok" with it. shawn trusting him would be enough for daryl to jerk him off in the darkness of his tent or something equally dirty. LMAO. and the benefit of this happening maybe in the season 2 era would be that he gets the more immature version of daryl, who could be extra possessive...

daryl's incapable of things Staying physical-only, though, and will certainly fall in love if they were fucking with no strings attached just because that shit is intimate as hell. sorry he is like this. he's a hopeless romantic in his own way, and would definitely be the type to yearn for shawn one-sidedly. 🥹

i also don't know how old shawn is meant to be ngl, so i italicised childhood/high school sweetheart stuff 'cause if you wanna do AUs like that i'd certainly be open to it! (or make it so that daryl knew shawn from school even in their mainverse... or maybe they were friends before daryl's mother burned their house down and daryl had to move away and back then they only knew each other by first name? WHO KNOWS.)

anyway, u have blanket permission to have any AU daryl you want for shawn as well. he's cute...

[franjayheadcannons]

Hello, It's been a while

Hello friends, it's been a while, isn't it? Is crazy to think that this blog will be 10 years next year, that i was just a young adult, still a kid when i started it. I don't know if someone will be interested in reading my ramblings of growing old and art but i would like to think someone do.

I strated this blog in 2015 but the story starts a little earlier. One day, some time before, a few years even, i found in deviantart and artist that i really liked, miss KPenDragon. I was enamored by her art and her stories when i started reading her fanfic "The Bully and the Geek". That's how i started shipping Francis and Sanjay from Fairly Odd Parents. That is quite a condensed version of the story to be honest. In 2015 I decided to start a blog to write my ideas for the ship, reblog KP's content and see if there were any other people who liked this ship. I cannot help but smile reading some of the things i wrote, the way i reacted or the things i drew. Some are funny, other cringe, but in the end it makes me want to hug my little self.

Ten years ago i was a little weird thing, i was supposed to be an adult but i wasn't. I was still a nerdy girl who wanted to make friends and get along with my classmates, i tought that life in college would be different but it wasn't. I was lost, trying very hard and with friends that weren't so... receptive of me having an hyperfixation. My english was weird, a bit broken, my stories were stuffed with cliches and my art was anatomically... funny.

But i was happy creating.

I still remember one night my best friend stayed over and we talked until 8 am. He let me ramble for hours about this Persona FOP AU I was obsessed with. My mom woke up to go to work and almost killed us.

Recently life has been a bitch, I won't talk about it here but let's just say i'm in a very toxic workplace away from family, friends and in a country i cannot simply go out and enjoy my time. All this brought me back to what made me happy, i checked old fandoms and blogs i used to religious check every single day. It brought back memories and made me feel much better. It gave me the itch to draw once again, to write just fun things, not forcing myself to write the dark novel i've been working on for moths.

This brings me back to this blog. I decided that i wanted to come back, even if it's form time to time, to draw and maybe write a bit more. To be sincery i probably will draw funny thing or just Francis and Sanjay being cute together. One day I want to write something heartwrenching, with deep characters and important themes or drae a beautiful piece like the artist i admire, but not all my art have to be like that.

It can be just fun.

I want to draw Schrodinger wearing a stupd sweater or cuddling with a random Sanjay. I want to redraw cute anime bases. I want to use the characters like fashion dolls and just draw cute clothes. I want to write weird ideas for AUs I will never write about, I want to make small one shots with no connection in between them.

Next year I will be 30 and i just want to draw and write like when i was 12, when drew something on a paper and gave my 100%. I used makers, pencils, and was proud by the end of it, not questioning myself, feeling bad because my art isn't "that good" If i can give any advice to anybody reading this: Just do the shit that makes you happy. Maybe when you turn 30 you will have your life together, maybe you will have the job you want, a place of your own and someone you love. Maybe you will be kilometers away from your family and friends in an awful job, not sure of what will happend next. Maybe you are both, with bad things and good things going on.

Either way, buy that cheap BTS pencil case, draw two characters that never had a meaningful interaction in canon kissing, write that shifter omegaverse with weird animals. Just do it.

It's fun. It's nice and it will make you happy.

I dont know how much effot i will put back in this blog, If I will make a post once a year, but i will be back because it makes me happy.

[somnolentleviathan]

So.. Modern fantasy au I guess? I could've just made him a demihuman with the same info and moved on but here I am at 2am

Now I don't have ideas for a plot but if I think of any I'll make another post

Again modern fantasy can be part of the Mafia ideas <3

If we do the Mafia idea I'm just using his original character sheet lore wise he would just be a snow leopard demihuman LOL - I may post another of the original but make him a demihuman and that's it so me explaining won't be so confusing 😭

For his first character sheet: X

Mafia ideas: X

Name: Sylus Love

Age: 24

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: gay

Looks: Has silver hair (which is dyed his hair is normally black) , grey eyes, - he's 5'3" - Has scar on his left eyebrow

- His outfits do vary from baggy outfits or crop tops with a jacket and always jeans

Personality: Caring to those around him, curious about everything, adventurous, professional yapper, patient and affectionate, he can be quite brash (though this is rare sometimes) and not afraid to back down - tends to start fights, he can be very jealous

Negative traits: Obsessive

Likes: - Sweets (mainly cookies), he really likes fish and wants a pet beta (white and black to match his hair) - tbh he would love his own little aquarium, loves rain, sharing food (loves hot pots), he loves any source of water and the life living in it

Dislikes: Sour food, the sun, doesn't care for dogs all that much, eating fish. Seeing people eat fish around him.

Powers: Snow leopard shifter !

- He struggles to control his powers sometimes and can't hide his ears and tail

Background:

[ Sylus didn't remember much of his life, one minute he was trapped in a hunters trap than he was in a witches house healing. He did learn that he could shift and that he was a familiar, which he was thankful it was another shot at life, but that good life was soon gone as his owner would get mad at him for every little thing. Got the wrong item? He was punished. Ate without approval? Punished. Even talking to certain people got him beaten. No longer trusting their familiar Leto cursed Sylus making the other have to follow every command that was spoken to them.

He eventually was able to escape, getting lucky as Leto forgot to chain up him, and forgot to lock the door. Maybe he was testing Sylus if the familiar would stay, but he didn't. Sylus stays on the run and is worried he will run into Leto again, mostly since the other is looking for him, mostly since Sylus is still cursed to listen to whatever command is thrown at him. Sylus is looking for a way to free himself from the curse. ]

Notes about him:

- Has ADHD, has sensory issues, he does have autism but is undiagnosed, anxiety and depression (which is also undiagnosed. Everything he has is undiagnosed.)

- He wants to study marine biology and has a huge love for water life

- Loves the cold, and tends to roll around in the snow human and animal form

- Complains about the heat a lot yet he still loves going to the ocean but prefers it on a cold day or rainy day

- On rare occasions he will eat meat raw but he prefers it cooked (he does refuse to eat fish)

- Due to the abuse caused by his owner his sense of hearing ain't that great (compared to how good a snow leopards hearing normally are)

- The curse works for anyone, if some stranger orders Sylus to sit he will

- Even after what he went through he is still rather very trusting of others

- Though just because he trust easily he tends to not give out his name that quickly worried someone will return him to his master and tends to ask the person if they know a guy named Leto, he also doesn't mention that he's cursed

- Yapper, just loves to speak and struggles to shut up - changes topics quickly

[meowthefluffy]

Oh my gosh Maddie tell us about the Prinxiety version of that au! I am also very obsessed with prinxiety

I have completely run with this idea, and now I’m pretty much resigned to the fact that I’m gonna be making this one next after I finish off the cupid au BUT ANYWAY CHARACTER SET UP FIRST:

Janus is Virgil’s father/the dragon witch, and Virgil is Janus’s son/dragon in training! In this area dragons are an important part of the like,, fairytale ecosystem- and are super respected for their role as the villain in the story/main way couples happen. It’s a really big deal and dragons are in low numbers so every dragon has to be on their best behavior. (Also dragons are like shape shifters, so they are people for monologuing and crashing parties but big monsters for fights and guarding their hoards)

Roman is the middle prince of a large Royal Family, and is generally overlooked by his family. He desperately wants to stand out and be important but he doesn’t really fit in at the castle or in noble society- he’s too bossy and domineering to do well as a trophy husband, but not sure enough to be a knight or hero like some of his other siblings. (Also culturally Princes and Princess both get “kidnapped “ as a means of finding a suitable partner, and the rescue is like an elaborate dowery. Roman is expected to follow this trend as his parents deem him unlikely to find a partner on his own, but they need him to be useful to the family by marrying for alliances)

this au would take place over two main sections:

One section where Roman and Virgil are children (ages 13-16)

and one where they are both adults (they are both in their mid 20s and it would take place over a few months)

The kid section would follow the time when Virgil and Roman first meet+and get crushes on eachother. Janus kidnaps Roman as practice for Virgil, so he can have something to guard and a playmate so he can have some social interaction. Janus is a bit rough with Roman in the beginning (he’s never kidnapped a kid before so he didn’t know better at the time) but once Ro’s left fully to Virgil the conditions get way better. (Mostly because Roman bullies him into being nice lol)

Over the course of their time together Roman sort of brute forces Virgil into being his friend and cleaning up the tower he’s being kept in (bossiness 1 Virgil 0) Since Roman is still young and not yet at the age where suitors go out to rescue people it takes a while for anyone to come and get Roman or even try (and his parents don’t intervene because they think it’ll be good for him, to draw in his own suitors early on and practice being a proper damsel) so the two of them spend a couple years together. (They become best friends and It’s all very cute)

But eventually A knight does come to save Roman, the two are separated and Roman is betrothed to the woman who saved him. At this point it’s basically understood that Roman and Virgil will never see each other again- but Roman promises that they will meet again before he gets married (so Virgil can be his best man and host an epic bachelor party for him obviously.. not ya know cause he loves him or anything)

Smash cut to the second half of the au and Virgil heard through the grapevine that Roman’s wedding is finally coming around! And Virgil decides it about time he kidnap a damsel himself (for the bachelor party obviously and not because he’s jealous)

Cue Roman being absolutely ecstatic to see V again and absolutely loves being kidnapped away from his stuffy wedding to a lady who only wants him as arm candy, and he decides- why leave now? I’m having fun and I’m not being missed, I’ll just stay here until they come to get me- and hi-jinx ensue!

[puhmpken]

Rules & Info

Introduction:

I am Puhmpkin! I am a 21 yrs old (😭😭😭) and I go by She/Her pronouns. I do art and love to write fiction! I can’t help writing stories that apply to my favorite characters I fixated at in the moment. And goodness let me tell you there is a lot(my cry for help). I have had tumblr once before, but lost the password to it, because I am forgetful and isn’t that wonderful aye? But oh well.., we have a new account time for new beginnings.

I have a couple of OC’s if ever feel self-confident enough I will post my art on here, or if enough people are interested. But other than that I am here to write and feed into the delulus of AU’s and Head-cannons.

Time Zone: PDT | West Coast

I can’t make any promises, but I will be as active as I can be in updating and providing the best content I can! Please understand I also have a life outside of Tumblr! And can’t exactly be here 25/8 (I wish could 😭)

Post Types:

Head-Cannons [Character x Reader/Character]

One-shots [Character x Reader/Character]

Ships [Character x Character]

Rules:

I am light on my rules, I don’t have many.

Any and all characters are between the age of 18-21+ they will reflect character traits of grown adults

Yes, I do NSFW head-cannon or one-shot

I love AUs! I do them all

I do 3rd POV along with 1st POV, my x reader are usually female or gender neutral

The request box doesn’t just have to be necessarily about requests for stories ideas, I am also open to answering questions about myself or any of my OC’s or Characters from books!

Last but not least the last one is respect, please respect me and I will indeed respect you. I am a POC, and don’t take shit from people insulting or slandering any of xPOC Reader I create or any that are requested.

Don’t like?? I honestly don’t care and frankly it isn’t my problem keep it pushing to the next story if it’s really that bothersome to you.

Anyone that can’t follow that simple request will be blocked without warning, I don’t have time for childish behavior.

How Can I Request?

{Intro}

[Character ], [NSFW|SFW], [scenario w details]

Ex: Hi Puhpmkin This would be NSFW!

Alastor is my character, he's seating in his room one evening etc..

It doesn't have to be exactly like that because a request is a request, just make sure your clear with what you want thts all I really ask for!

I want to make sure I am giving you what you asked for loll

My Prize Possession

(the vase collection, of all the books i written…)

Hazbin Hotel 🔥🎶

Alastor x Reader O/S

A Shape-Shifter's Dilemma

Diary Of The Obsessed

Post Schedule?

I will be honest I will try to be consistent with my posting. The plan right now is too schedule posting every Thursday + Friday, twice a month for now !

[aus-from-undertale]

AUs that I personally love with all my heart 👉👈

(kinda thought it was a good ideia to make this list if you are a new follower and don't know from where to start :)

Inverted fate - It's my favorite AU. I'm trying hard to control my feelings while I writing this so I'm just going to say: READ IT

Horrortale - The angst and the world settings are so GOOOD

Echotale - Actually, it was the first Frans AU that I read. The story is so cute and I love mah G! Sans

UT Mob - Every now and then I squeeze in my post how much I love this AU. Everything is perfect. EVERYTHING!

Soulfell - One of my favorite AUs that are Underfell like 👉👈 it's a really fun read

Dusttale - Forgive me Dust!Sans, but your AU is so INTERESTING AAAAA

Caretaker of the ruins - ROOTING FOR THE PROTAGONIST TO LOSE IS SO FUN!

Aftertale - the art style and the story are all so good!

Errortale - That's right bitches! I'm recommending an ask blog! NOW READ IT ALL MUAHAHA

Underplayer - it was my first time watching a fandub, im glad it was about such an INTERESTING AU

Burstale - Chara kinda going genocide for like the 100th time is interesting (And she hot tho 👉👈)

Playbacktale - The ideia is so FUN =) i love this

Epictale - THATS RIGHT! I love this solely because gaster is a hottie with a lil' hat! Don't judge me >:0

Dogs of future past - Everything this author makes is precious, bloody hell

Flavor text Chara - Chara I wuv u 💕

Sans the Seraphim - Sans kinda became a hottie after being possessed by seven souls 👉👈

Underline - THIS IS SO GOOD! It's like a headcanon for all the stuff we can't really explain in undertale

Mergetale - SANS AND FRISK ON THE SAME BODY?! HELL YEAH

Darker yet Darker - i love mah bone bros

Drunk! Chara - Chara I wuv u 💕 (but stop fucking drinking)

Handplate - one of my favorite AUs about the bone bros

Alterverse - THE CUTEST MULTIVERSE AM I RIGHT

Name the Fallen - oh, I'll take the extremely creepy Papyrus thank you very much :D

Bromalgamate - mah bone bros becoming amalgamates is so cute 💕

Underfresh - Fresh, i don't understand you at all... But I LOVE YOU

UT circus - it kinda reminds me of UT Mob, but it's circus lol

Burstale - CHARA IS A HOTTIE PROTAGONIST IN A MANGA UHUUU

Undertoad- the mix between Mario and undertale is so cute! But the sprites are the highlight of this AU for sure

Chocoblook - Choco and Frisk fighting kinda reminds of me and my bro lok

Littletale- EVERYONE IS SMOL AND CUTE! WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR?!

Systematic restore - the concept of this AU is very interesting :0

Delta Experiment - for the fans of Deltarune and Undertale :D

Alive - ALIVE WAS MY HEART AFTER READING THIS BANGER

UT gangster Au - Yes. Another gangster AU. At least I got my priorities straight >:0

Refinedtale - What do you mean it isn't the "ultimate happy ending"?! Everytime I see daddy Gaster trying his best, my heart skips a beat >:/

The skeleton games- i didn't sleep and I have no regrets. The slow romance and fluffiness with the violent Underfell is a great combination. And the protagonist is one of my favorites of all time

Fatal error- the character is so interesting aaaaa Geno and Error is a nice combination. And the creepiness is top tier ✨

Fellswapx- Toriel is so mean, i love it 💕

Unexpected guests- UMM EXCUSE ME, DID YOU SAY DRAGON FREAKING GASTER BLASTERS?!

Underwar- Sans is so op aaaaa

Ragnartale- not really into the love triangle but the story grew on me SO HARD

Flowey-is-not-a-good-life-coach- ah yes, the angst is very tasty thank you

Growth Spurt AU - Asriel my beloved

Leaf gaster bros- ITS TOO MUCH CUTENESS BETWEEN THE GASTER BROS AAAAA

Reversed context - I LOVE THE CONCEPT! ACTING IS BAD AND FIGHTING IS GOOD

Ask the fallen royalty-OH IM OBSESSED EVERYONE IS ALIVE AND EVERYTHING IS NOT FINE

Eldritchrune- normally I don't recommend concept aus but oh my oh my so gooooooood

Over the void - MK, Frisk and Asriel enter a portal u.u LOVE IT 7AGAGSJWJWK

Shifter au- an Au where Papyrus chose to give his life to a parasite shape shifter when he was a child!

Ghost switch - LOVE THE CONCEPT OF THE DEAD KIDS EXCHANGING THEIR ROLE DAAMNN

Spitetale- love that even Chara be like "yo frisk chill the fuck up* on a genocide run

Pedia's Clover - absolutely fun and adorable au with takes of Clover from Undertale yellow!

I would be grateful for any feedbacks or even list ideias :)

Enjoy 💕

[justfandomwritings]

By The Norns (Part One - Soulmate!Loki)

Pairing: Loki x Reader, Soulmates AU

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Nobody was harmed in any way in the making of this story... but there was some arson.

Summary: She wasn’t a goddess. She wasn’t even an elf or a dwarf. She was a mortal, a Midgardian, a human. To Odin, she was a curse. To Loki, she was a second chance.

Notes: Don’t worry. Despite what the chapter and the description may make you think anyone whose read my stories before will know I am not a fan of soulmate aus that take away the character’s choice. This chapter is set up. Stick with me on this. I promise. Posted in honor of @muna1412​ being very excited at the prospect of another soulmate au.

This is not related to Loyalty in any way... I just have an unhealthy obsession with Soulmate aus. 

Fate was a funny, fickle thing. Loki knew that much. After all, he’d met her. 

Them, to be more precise. The Norns.

Urdr, Skuld, and Verdandi were their names: Past, Present, and Future, as they should be known.

It was they who watered the tree, and they who grew its leaves. The task fell to the Norns to write, shape, create, and control the fate of every being under the branches of Yggdrasil. 

A poor, dwarven craftsman working on the surface of Nidavellir, a beautiful, golden elf living on a hill in Alfheim, a meager, puny human scurrying around the surface of Midgard. It was they who made the dwarf rich, who killed the elf in his sleep, who let the human sow the land. They did not exchange the gold; they did not wield the dagger; they did not draw the plow. But it was by their hand, by their grace and mercy, that the worlds turned, that life waxed and waned, that the Realms drew breath. 

Every birth was through their will. Every death was by their hand, and everything in between was because they decided it would be so.

All fell under the gaze of the Norns. The kitchen cook, Andhrimnir, who served the Aesir’s table at night, owed everything to the Norns. They allowed his birth into Asgard. They raised him above the station of a lowly tavern boy. They gifted him the family he cradled so dearly to his chest.

Odin, King of the Nine Realms, Protector of Asgard, owed everything to the Norns. He was born by their choice. He survived a thousand battles because they said he would do so. He married Frigga because they put her on his path. His sons… 

Well, one of his sons.

Loki knew the exact moment Odin stopped looking at him as a son, the exact moment Odin chose Thor over him, the exact moment Odin turned his back on him, the exact moment his father marked him disappointment.

It was, like all things, the doing of the Fates. The Norns.

Fates were theirs to command from the highest branches of Yggdrasil down to its very roots. From king to beggar, slave to master, aristocrat to pauper, farmer to merchant, sailor to soldier. From Loki to her. She was their doing.

Love was an inevitable part of life. Not even the Norns, with all of the power of the gods and then some, could stop that. Humans, Aesir, Elves, Vanir, the sentient beings of the Nine Realms felt an overwhelming urge towards emotion, and one of the strongest, one of the most inevitable, was love.

They couldn’t stop it, but they could direct it.

It fell under the purview of Fate to decide who one loved. People, god and mortal alike, fell in and out of love all the time. 

Sometimes, though, every now and then, the Norns would reach down and touch two beings. The Norns would take two souls in two bodies and braid them together, weave them together, mold them together, as if they were one.

Those who knew magic well, those like Loki, could see them, watch them, doing this. 

They could see Urdr floating, invisible amongst them, deciding the pair. They could see Skuld, plucking up their souls. They could see Verdandi tying them together.

Loki watched them when they took his soul.

“Mother, Mother,” Loki tugged on his other’s silk skirts and pointed up into the rafters of the Grand Hall. “What’s that?”

Frigga followed her son’s gaze and gasped. Magic was not her proficiency, though what little she had she wielded well. She had enough to see the Norns, floating ghostlike in the air over her younger son. She had enough to see his soul in their hands, and another at their side. 

In the old days, before that fateful night, it was considered an honor to be chosen by the Norns. It was a guarantee of a great, powerful destiny in the future. It was a promise of passion, understanding, and respect on the horizon. It was the mark of one who would know true love. 

The Midgardians called them soulmates. The Aesir called them the destined. 

“The Norns have touched Loki,” Frigga whispered to Odin at her side. “They are gifting him a match.”

“With who?” Odin asked because he could not see them for himself.

Frigga squinted in the direction of the apparitions tying together Loki’s future. “I cannot tell. She appears to be…” Frigga’s eyes whipped around to Odin, “Midgardian.”

Odin turned up his nose and sniffed.

Midgard. The word, the world, that had sentenced Loki to a lifetime of second best. 

His ‘destined’, his ‘soulmate’, his curse.

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It was centuries before the soul tied to Loki’s found the body it would spend its own life in.

(Y/n), her parents named her. 

They weren’t sure why they named her that. When asked, they said they saw the name once in a book. Or was it on the tv? Or in a dream? 

Neither could really remember. All they knew was that, as she grew, the name suited her perfectly. Almost as if fate itself had chosen it for her.

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For centuries, millennia even, her soul had been lingering on the edges of reality, existing but not quite feeling. She floated through time and space, following the ties that bound her to existence, waiting.

By the time her soul entered her body on Earth, she had existed longer  than any other Midgardian ever had or would in all of history. She had lingered for years just out of reach of one of the most powerful beings on Asgard, her soulmate. Lifetimes had passed her by in the blink of an eye, and though she didn’t remember any of them, they remembered her.

Her soul hovered above its mate, basking in the magic that dissipated into the air around him like smoke. She breathed it in, soaked it in, drew it in.

In many ways, even subconsciously, she showed her age, her mate.

Even as a baby, she never woke her mother up screaming, to the jealousy of her mom’s friends. She was the model toddler, even through her terrible twos. She almost never cried and rarely threw temper tantrums. They called her a prodigy when she started speaking in full sentences before time doctors even expected her to be learning her first words, and they called her a genius when she learned to read full children’s books while other kids were still struggling through their first alphabet flashcards. Even though she ran around playing in the mud or splashing in puddles, somehow her clothes were always pristine. She taught herself faster than the teachers could and skipped two grades in elementary school alone. She was suspiciously charismatic for such a little girl and made, literally, hundreds of dollars off her lemonade stand. She listened to a family speaking another language in the store once and ran up to them to answer a question they had; when her parents asked her how she’d learned to understand or say that in another language, she had no idea what they were talking about and seemingly hadn’t even realized she’d done it. 

And yet there were other things, darker things. 

When she was born, the nurses didn’t question the little shock of static that jolted through them as they held her. No one commented how, in the right light, the baby’s eyes could look terrifyingly aware. She lied as easily as she breathed and almost never got caught. A girl made fun of her friend's hair once at school, and that night ended up being rushed to the hospital by her parents with all the signs of a heart attack in a five year old child. She liked having things her way, and even when her parents refused her, they always found themselves oddly compelled to do whatever it was anyways. She had an affinity for snakes that often found her letting them in the house. The pranks she pulled on her little brother sometimes got out of hand and often resulted in loud crashes and screams, though by the time any adult arrived nothing ever seemed broken. Her father used to joke that she must be some kind of shape shifter because he swore that, from day to day, her eye would change their color. Sometimes, when he looked in them, he swore they weren’t his daughters, but when he blinked and looked back they always returned to normal. 

Most of it was written off as the simple oddities of a child or exaggerations of first time parents. 

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Superheroes did not exist when (Y/n) was a child. 

It would be another decade before Tony Stark would stand on a stage and proclaim before the world, “I am Iron Man.” It would be even longer still before Peter Parker would put on a red and blue jumpsuit and call himself, ‘Spiderman’. Bruce Banner hadn’t even begun his research into the serum that would be his ultimate undoing. Dr. Stephen Strange was finishing up med school. Thor hadn’t made his presence known. Wanda had just been born. Hawkeye and Black Widow were still assassins working in the shadows. No one outside Wakanda had ever heard of the Black Panther. Vision hadn’t been built yet, and Captain America had been dead for decades. 

Even if they did exist, it wouldn’t have helped (Y/n). Most of them weren’t born super. Most of them became so by lab experiments or radioactive insects or training or technology. 

In the world (Y/n) grew up in, there were no superheroes. And if there were no superheroes... then what was she? 

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She was 12. 

It was her big day. 

Not her birthday, she didn’t particularly care about birthdays. Something about them just felt off to her. When she turned 11, she asked her mom if she could have two of those candles that were shaped like the actual numbers, and she’d put them pressed against each other on top of the cake. She ran around all day telling everyone she was 1,111. Some people laughed, but mostly to humor her.

That was why she hadn’t had a birthday party when she turned 12. She didn’t like people fake laughing. It felt like lying. She didn’t particularly mind lying herself, but she hated thinking that people were lying to her. Especially because she could always tell when they were. 

No, instead, she had this. The Science Fair.

She’d won first prize the night before. She knew she had because one of the judges had told her she’d won.

That morning, they would be handing out the awards, and she was so excited for everyone else to know the secret, to know that she was the best, even better than the older kids in her class.

The judges were walking up on stage, and any moment, once they got past the category winners they were going to call her name.

“In third place we have Jesse Martin with his project in the biology category!” 

A cheer went up that, judging by the pitch, absolutely must have been from Jesse’s mom. The other parents in the room clapped while Jesse ran towards the stage, turning red in the cheeks from his family’s overzealous encouragement. 

“Congratulations, son,” the Dean smiled as he bent down to shake the boy’s hand. The mike picked up a small bit of Jesse’s anxious thanks before he ran to join the line of winners.

“And in second place we have, (Y/n)! With her wonderful….” 

Second place. 

But Mr. Sellers, the science teacher had told her she won. 

Was he lying? Did he honestly think second place was winning? Was he just saying that to shut her up? Or was he being mean? Did he want to laugh at her when his real favorite won? 

The parents were cheering her, including her own. Her father was nudging her towards the stage, but she didn’t at all appreciate the gesture.

No. They told her she was going to win. 

Her face screwed up in pain, and she balled her hands into fists.

At the back of the room something exploded. 

A scream went out. 

“Fire!” Someone shouted. “Fire!”

The poster boards up and down the hall were catching fire. It jumped easily from paper to paper. It didn’t help that there was no smoke, for some odd reason. That the sprinklers, that the fire alarm, didn’t turn on.

Someone grabbed (Y/n) by the waist. Her father no doubt. 

(Y/n) barely noticed. She was still upset staring at the trophy on the stage over his shoulder. 

Slowly, before her eyes, it began to melt.

She smiled. Good. If she couldn’t have it, no one could.

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“She caused the fire.” He whispered, staring down at the floor in front of him with glassy eyes. 

“Wayne, that’s crazy; you know it is.” 

“I saw it with my own eyes, Elle. She clenched her first and suddenly Christina Danvers poster exploded. She gets second, and the first place project explodes the moment she throws a fit?”

“Our daughter doesn’t throw fits.”

“Not normally, but she did today. She was about to, and then everything caught fire.”

“Wayne, you can’t be serious about this right now.”

“She was smiling.” He whispered. “When everything burned down, she was smiling.”

(Y/n) listened silently from the hallway as her parents talked.

She loved to eavesdrop on her parents late night. They never knew she was there. It was another one of those odd coincidences of her life that (Y/n) was the only person in the house who never made the steps creak when she walked up and down the stairs. 

She was old enough to know what they were saying, what they were implying. It should’ve bothered her more than it did.

(Y/n) walked back upstairs, silent as the grave, and opened her closet.

She needed the duffle bag her father kept tucked away in the top of her closet, but she was nowhere near tall enough to reach it. As the door slid open, the bag teetered on the edge of the wire shelf and fell to the floor. 

“How convenient,” (Y/n) mumbled to herself. 

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“Hey Kid,” The man shouted at her out the window of his semi-truck. “What’re you doin’ out here at night? It ain’t safe!” 

(Y/n) shrugged. “Not safe at home either.” 

The man gave her an understanding look. 

(Y/n) watched him carefully as he opened the door of his rig and offered her a hand. 

Her mother had always told her not to talk to strangers, but (Y/n) had found she could always tell what people wanted. Besides, she was pretty sure she was a greater danger to them than they were to her. 

“Where ya’ headed?” The man asked.

“West.”

“I can take ya’ as far as Texas.” He offered. 

(Y/n) hopped off the curb and grabbed the man’s offered hand, hauling herself up into the passenger seat. 

She didn’t know where she was going or why she was going there. But something inside of her told her she had somewhere to be.

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Next Time On.... Part Two

Thank you very much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed. I have just come back from a hiatus and a great deal of why I went on said hiatus was the stress of managing ‘added features’ for lack of a better expression. I like writing. I don’t like formatting or managing the blog side of things. 

As such, no taglists. Please don’t ask me to be on a taglist. Keeping track of it stresses me out too much. I don’t feel like doing it. I don’t appreciate being pressured into doing it. In the olden days of tumblr, people used to follow each other, and I promise you that feature still works. If you follow me you will see part two when it’s posted. 

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Would you do a Jean x Reader x Reiner one? The reader felt so betrayed by Reiner being a titan shifter and when he left she felt so confused whether she can loves him or not after finding out the truth. Jean comfort her and they eventually fall in love. Or you can do a modern au one where Reiner cheated on the reader and Jean begin to see his chance with the reader then they both had a relationship. But she still can't forget Reiner. I truly love your writing! Have a good day ! ♥

i was wondering if you could do a modern au jean x reader. where the reader is very stressed for a test of some kind, and jean and the reader end up skipping the test and spend the whole day together instead, where towards the end of the day jean confesses his feelings for the reader. a lot of fluff please if you could i am obsessed sorry by @cj-sparkss

A/N: So i decided to merge those two requests because they fit really good together in my head! I hope ou guys like this! I strongly recommend listening to any song in Halsey's album, Manic while reading.

Pairing: Jean/ Reader, some past Reiner/ reader if you squint

Tags: college!au, art school au, fluff all the way

Warnings: Jean being way too cute for his own sake, seriously

Sketches Of You

Your head was burning.

Your eyes were stinging; tiny little little blood vessels were popping here and there, throbbing profoundly as they merged together, rushing their way to your irises. You didn't know for how long you had been awake, mostly because a few days had passed and you didn't remember falling asleep or waking up on your once comfortable desk chair.

Before you laid numerous books open in different pages, most of the writting they held emphasized by your favorite pastel highlighter. What felt like your lamp buzzed, burning a canary yellow light over the mahogany material of your desk, warming up the spot where your hand used to lay. A pen in your hand was all you could bring yourself to hold with your numb, frozen fingers, the plastic edges of its tube sunk into your skin, carving bumps to mark their spot in your hand.

Wait, oh no, you thought as you looked around this wasn't your dorm, this was the university's library.

The library around you was extremely quiet as you laid face down on one book, your mouth slightly part and your lips dry save for the little ribbon of drool that moistened a line down your right cheek. Only for one more minute, you told yourself, deciding to shut your eyes together just to allow them sometime to rest, ignoring how such request was what had caused you to drift off to such extend in the first place. Stinging tears escaped the corners of your eyelids, signifying how tired and dry your irises had grown to be. Letting out a huge sigh you tried to lift your head, at least this could be an attempt to get your life together for the day.

Your scattered books came to close quietly under your palms, the numerous pieces of papers and notes being tucked messily in between pages, your own fatigue causing you to break your own rules when it came to being as neat as you could with your notes. Another sigh left you as you sank into the back the plastic chair, your books firmly standing on top of eachother and into your palms.

This test was going to end you. You knew it. Despite having tried to memorise all the information that was required for you to even try to get a five -seriously, a five would be absolutely godsent if you could at least get that grade- all you were left with was your brain feeling mushy and muddy without any actual knowledge of the subject you had been studying for. Why on earth was gothic architecture an essential class in your first year in art school was beyond you. Was this university never supposed to let you graduate on top of trying to prevent you getting in for numerous years?

Resisting the urge to scream or pull your hair off your head you decided that it was time to get up, your knees straightening slightly at the your brain's command, only to be sent back into the blue plastic of your chair, your whole body growling in fatigue. Your chest heavied as you let out a whine, bringing your hands to your eyes to scrub away the stinging ache you were feeling.

"You good?"

Your head turned to the direction of the voice maniacally, your eyes shooting wide as you practically ripped your hands off of your face. Looking up, your (e/c) orbs met with hazel ones, little specs of yellow and green stared back at you through thick eyelashes, adorned with a complex of worry plastered on dark chestnut eyebrows.

"Yeah Jean, I'm just studying."

"Oh it's Mr Ackerman's test right?"

"Hm" you hummed in response, another whine coming out of your lips.

"Yeah I remember how that class went for me. He's pretty nice if you get to know him though. I have to submit a few sketches for tomorrow, can I sit with you or were you leaving?"

"No, I'll keep you company, I need a break from whatever.." your eyes wandered at the books in your hands and the numerous note sheets peaking out from anywhere you could lay your gaze on "..this is."

Extending a hand Jean reached out for the head of the chair right next to you, pulling it back in order to let himself sink into the dark blue plastic seat, similarly to you. His lips pushed into a thin line as he looked at you, his cheek puffing up in the action. A hand came to your shoulder comfortingly as another one pulled out his sketchbook from his run down and way too littered with dry paint tote bag.

"Are those for Moblit's workshop?"

"Mhm." Jean confirmed. "You got any 0.8 tipped inks?"

"Yeah, I do."

Setting the leather covered sketchbook on the mahogany table Jean turned his head to you again, pointing his eyes onto the black pencil case in front of you. In response you shrugged your shoulders, your palms shooting up to your eyes once again. Jean's hand grabbed on your case, his long fingers digging through the numerous inking pens and markers that overlapped each other.

"I can't believe you have the Sakura Pens when you know I don't like them." Jean whined, hands roaming through your belongings still.

"Jean," you said, a deep chuckle escaping you in the process "I happen to like them, you know."

"They're yikes."

"You just can't use them correctly."

"How do you use an inking pen correctly. Enlighten me." Jean mocked, his fingers throwing signs in the air to accentuate his words.

Resting his head on his fist Jean opened his sketchbook, swiping through numerous ivory cold pressed pages, filled with inked sketches. Your eye twitched as you tried to keep up with many of the drawings you could spot; you had seen the contents of this sketchbook a thousand times, admiring Jean's skill with ink. His professor, Mister Moblit had one of the most interesting workshops for students who specialised in inks, and you aspired to take his classes in your following year in art school, supposing you could pass your classes this very semester.

"What are you supposed to be drawing?"

"Anything, mostly things that make us feel like they are important to draw." Jean said.

"Oh and library is important?"

"Sasha said you'll be here, so yup. And I want to draw my hands actually "

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head in borderline disbelief. Honestly, if you weren't that bummed about your test and your recent break up you could have laughed at Jean's sly arrogance. Your eyes traveled to Jean, examining his quiet form as he studied his palms. Inevitably your eyes studied them as well.

His fingers were long and tan and harsh to look at, scrapped in most places with tints of Indian ink. They stuggled to manage with your pencil case, his pinkies and thumbs couldn't even begin to fit in the little object and it made you wonder how he even managed to work his inking pens correctly with such enormous hands. Some veins popped from here and there, accentuating his bulky joints perfectly; they run from the back of his palms to his wrist, mingling with more of their blue kind in his calfs and biceps. The occasional blotches of dried paint were decorating them. Even some paint covered hairs spiked as the light contracted his form.

You smiled miscellaneously.

Your own finger traveled without remorse towards them, poking at a few hairs that were littered with paint. By pinching one, Jean shot back in half pain, his brows furrowing in confusion as he stared at you. "Hey, what they fuck!"

"You do that to me all the time when i have paint in my hands!" You half laughed, shooting him a mocking furrowed look as well.

“You’re so cruel!” Jean grinned.

“To pay you back with your own penny right?”

Jean cocked his eyebrow at you, a few lines begging to make an appearance on his forehead. He shook his head a couple of times, throwing a few shaggy strands of hair away from his face, his forehead immediately lighting up as his ashy blond locks overlapped just above his ears. You mimicked him, using a hand to move your feathery bangs away from your face as to not have them intertwining with your vision.

Jean brought a digit to his mouth, biting at the bulky knuckle while wrapping his lips around it to suck at the sore spot, dramatically mourning the loss of one single hair. It made you laugh harder than it should have and you told him off, quickly grabbing his hand by the wrist to pull it further away from his mouth.

"Ew you idiot are your hands even washed!? Don't put them in your mouth!"

Jean's smile faded gradually as he nodded its only reminder remaining in his eyes as they softened with each passing second they looked at you. You bobbed your head to the side, taking in the way he was looking at you and you felt your gut grunting in the anxiety you had managed to drown at one time.

You definitely knew that look.

"So how are you after... The whole Reiner thing?"

When Jean let the sentence out, he instantly regretted it. Biting back the inside of his lip, his teeth dug into his soft, fleshy gum, the tiny specks of spiky under lip hair he had poking through his chin. You could see the regret plastered on his face, yet you ignored it with a sigh, pushing your stern further back into the chair again.

Of course Jean would ask about that. Reiner and you had broken up a little less that a month ago and it was stressful enough to send your anxiety over the roof. Coming home to find him drapped in the sheets with someone else was still burning through your brain like a hot iron, marking the fleshy crevices by piercing your skull.

Jean and you hadn't had a chance to talk about your break up yet; in the midst of it being a spontaneous reaction to Reiner's anathema and your upcoming mid-terms, you had chosen to indulge yourself fully with the everlasting pleasure of delving into studying.

And now, as you tried to utter your awaited words your stomach clenched at the foreshaken memory that you had tried to bury in the depths of your soul, your hands sweating just a tiny bit as you gulped down on some saliva to dumpen your dry throat. Jean's hazel orbs were set on you with curiosity and reluctance, his skin tingling inside his crewneck sweater.

"I mean, Eren told us about it and then we fought on who would punch Reiner first you know."

You oggled at him as he spoke awkwardly, your lashes batting rapidly as a wave of confusion washed through you.

"You don't have to hit Reiner you know, we all make our choices and he made his."

"Ah," Jean sighed heavily "I suppose so. I'm here for you though, you can talk to me."

"You're actually doing an assignment at the moment" you said and pointed your finger onto his sharp nose, giving him a playful push to the side. "No need to talk about my sorry love life."

"Your love life isn't pitiful, don't talk about it like that!"

"It's not pitiful, just sad." You sighed, reaching out to your pencil case. "Just sad."

Your fingers run through the case even though your eyes weren't fixated on the action, your sense of touch working its way to let you know which object you were seeking. The tips of your fingers caught on the thick Posca marker quickly and you locked it in a grasp between your pointer and middle finger, bringing it up through the zip up opening.

"Give me your hand." You ordered at Jean as you clapped your fingers to your palm in a 'come here' motion.

"It could always get better you know." Jean spoke and threw his hand to you.

Slowly the cap was off the market with a snap and you slid it up towards it's butt to pop it on there as to not lose it in any case it feel off of the desk and onto the mosaic floor.

Jean's nose lit up in a faint scarlet and his ears followed right next, lighting up in a deeper shade of the color on his nose which made his hand snap away from you in a matter of seconds. With puckered lips he stared at the corner of the room that was in the opposite direction of yours, his gut drenching him in short tempered anxiety.

"You done painting my nails with the posca pen?" Jean remarked, lips still puckered as he turned to face you. "When's your exam?"

"Three o'clock."

"Wanna ditch?"

Your eyes goggled in his for a second. The luminous morning light that peaked through the library binds fell onto him dearly, caressing a few of his features in a lemony colored mellow way, your gaze traveled into anywhere on his face as you tried to examine his expression while your gut was beginning to churn at the sly thought of agreeing with his query.

Weighting your options wasn't a seriously hard thing to do; if you took the test you were most likely going to fail, but if you didn't take it you'd have to live with the guilt of not even putting the minimal effort in it for a few weeks. But, you had tried so hard to pass all of your other classes so why shouldn't you slack off for one that was bound to end in a fiasco?

You found yourself nodding to Jean before you could actually give more thought to it. His face immediately lit up, ashy blond locks flying over his eyes as he shook his head in excitement. With one move his sketchbook was closed again, left to mourn over the non existent scribbles Jean could have made during all this time he was sitting next to you.

The hard cover protected sketching pages were thrown into to his tote bag once again, the sound of the sketchbook colliding and clashing with a few more objects he had in the bag filling the silent air of the library.

"Put your books in here!" He offered, opening the sides of the tote bag right on front of your face, signaling you to do as he suggested.

By taking a long sigh you took a turn in throwing your books and pencil case in the bag, one object following another on the pursuit of finding their own place in Jean's crammed bag. A shy smile adorned your features as you looked at him, the mischievous little devil on your shoulder smiling proudly at your actions as if you were a high schooler skipping school.

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Black Cat was a notorious cafe among art university students for numerous reasons. For example, it featured a decent amount of of beautiful contemporary art that was meticulously merged with the soft, cobblestone-cottagecore-home-during-the-winter aesthetic and all of their tables, stools and booths were artist-friendly to the max. Additionally it played Nirvana and Metallica for most of the day and on top of that they actually had a chunky and extremely cuddly black cat roaming around the store that you often found on your lap during your time there.

Oh, and the batwoman made amazing custom cocktails.

Really was there anything else anyone needed in a store?

The soft tangerine light flickered open as the sun outside started to hide it's shy low lights under the peak of a mountain you couldn't recall the name of, the soft smell of apple pie filling your nostrils as you sipped lightly from your earl gray tea occasionally, stealing a few glances of Jean's focused expression. A knowingly half smile went up to your face as you looked at the scenery outside before fixing your eyes back onto the bright screen of your phone.

Jean cooed in his leathery chair for the upteenth time today, his gaze fixated on the sketchbook on his hands. You had spend last hour in absolute silence; you had decided to roam around in your phone for references for an assigned collage you had to do in Photoshop as Jean had settled on drawing the horizon from outside the window to practice on his perspective while finishing up the sketches he had to submit.

Your day had passed by pretty fast; you had visited an urban side of the town that was flooded with art supply stores and you had delved into every single one roaming around to find any kind of supplies you were short on, or just generally needed. As Jean correctly had said, you are always short on art supplies.

Thus, you had ended up with a bag filled with complementary acrylic colors in tubes of 20ml mostly because they costed a dollar each, and also because as art students you got to receive twenty percent off of all your supply bills. Jean had only bought a new set of watercolors and a few Edding inks and 0.7 tipped poscas, as he was sure he would ruin your expensive Sakura Liners in his attempts to finish his project.

Then you had decided to cram your place for some much needed lunch before heading off to Black Cat to have some tea and coffee while Jean would finish off his last few of the sketches he had been drawing throughout the day.

"So" Jean awkwardly spoke as in to break the deep silence, his thumb pressing over the edge of the page his drawing was placed as he closed the sketchbook carefully "I wanted to ask, because ahem, I'm your friend and I'm worried about you... Do you want to vent about Reiner?"

"Ah, no" you shook your head and fixed your gaze onto the auburn colored liquor in your cup as you reluctantly lift it up to bring it to your lips before speaking "I mean, I got so sad you know. And I haven't gotten over it, of course, I mean I liked Reiner. A lot."

"I came see it in your eyes. But I'm here for-"

"And he's a bitch you know? He could have told me if he was bothered by anything I did or if it wasn't going well for him. I'd gladly work anything out or even break up peacefully."

"You know," Jean sighed, he too bringing his cup of coffee to his lips to take a sip before gulping it down. "My opinion is obviously biased here, but I support you. I've took a psychology class and we were actually delving into as to why some people cheat, there are many reasons as to why it could have happened."

Your heart slightly aches as you looked at him, a few veins in your hand twitching slightly as he continued rambling about all things he had grasped from his class. Your stomach growled angrily in anxiety, warning you to put an halt to your friend's words but you couldn't bring yourself to do so.

Not knowing the reason as to why Reiner had chosen to see someone else behind your back had hurt you beyond repair. Deep inside you still felt the need to get some closure, although with your stress on your exams you had been sure you would most likely give in to anything Reiner would say and this wasn't who you were.

You could go on without having any closure, it shouldn't have mattered so much to you in any way.

And to some extent it didn't.

"I'm hurt, but I'm the other hand I don't really care about anything you know?"

"Mhm, yeah, look at you getting over it so quickly!" Jean said semi enthusiastically. "You need to be able to share your pain in order for it to become small and eventually non-existent."

"You know, for someone who takes such sophisticated classes you talk like you haven't slept in ages!"

"Give me a break, as if you don't."

The two of you burst into bubbling laughter, your chests heaving and falling as the sounds of joy left you one by one. Jean's hand had come to rest on top of yours softly, giving you a couple of squeezes as his eyes squinted in synch with yours.

And then, in a moment that seemed like it was forced out of a coffee shop au fanfiction, Jean's hand rubbed a few soothing circles over yours. Slowly his laughter was begging to set into a silent harmony, the woody brown specs of his eyes providing the slightest tint of warmth into his gaze.

"This is why I love you so much."

The choice of words was supposed to be naive whether it was intentional or not, or that's what you tried to tell yourself because you thought you knew Jean better than anyone. The look in his eyes, the soft upwards curves of his eyebrows, the way his top lip overlapped go bottom one as his eyes glimmered into yours; this wasn't a very casual look for Jean, it was the look he had on when he was looking at something that mesmerised him. And you knew he meant exactly what he had said.

But did you like Jean?

Well, was there anyone who could spend so much time with Jean and not fall for him, even without realising it?

At one time it had become obvious that he liked you, although he'd never act upon it. You knew it in his movements, in the little ways he looked at you or cared for you like no one else actually did while hiding behind the mask of being a friend. Eren had been one to tease him for it restlessly and you had been able to catch upon that too but you had never let it be known that you had been able to see through his facade.

"Forget it I shouldn't even have had-"

With curious eyes you stared back, your gaze never truly leaving him. When he suddenly shook his hand off of yours you found your other hand pressing on top of his, trapping the limb in place as you tried to open your mouth to utter any word. It was still hard to find the right choice of words, ones that wouldn't hurt to be heard.

"Jean... I-"

"No, forget it, it just slipped, shit."

"Look Jean shut up for a second please I want to speak okay?" You huffed half playfully, despairate to stop Jean's mumbling "I know."

"You know?" Jean cursed under his breath.

"Yeah, I do, it's obvious. And I've had this huge crush on you ever since fifth grade you know? I never really got over you because I spent all of my teen years thinking we'd end up together."

You watched as Jean's face lit up at your words, a new glimmer adorning his eyes just as the sky turned a sheer violet as the sun retreated deeper into a non visible horizon.

"And then we kissed in eighth grade and we fought about it and we stopped hanging out because I asked for space since I just could believe what was happening. But we're friends again and it's the best thing to happen to me in years."

You continued, your hand never leaving his while soothing circles were rubbed onto his palm.

"But I'm not going to ask you for space this time."

"You're not?"

"No. Just a little patience. I'm still getting over Reiner and I don't want to be unfair to you and rip you off of something that you might ask from me."

Jean snapped his hand away from yours and you retreated your hands back to yourself shyly, a bitter mouth leaking into your mouth as you tried to swallow it down fast to no avail. Somehow your heart felt a strong stinging, the pulling of your heartstrings at steak while your heart was sprawled before you.

Was that your last chance with Jean? You had told yourself that time and space between you would be right one day, but that day seemed to stray further away now, slipping right off your hands because you couldn't forget Reiner fast enough.

"I'm not fourteen anymore, so don't be afraid about me straying away. I just wanted to show you something."

Jean's worked through the pages of his sketchbook, taking a few seconds before they landed where they wanted to. Flipping the sketchbook to match your point of view, he revealed the sketches he had been scribbling all day. They depicted you in majority. The look on your face as you picked a tube of paint, your hands as they grabbed through numerous brushes and sketchbooks. Even the way you stared at your phone as you sat across him was perfectly sketched on the paper and hatched in indian ink, adorned by Jean's raw drawing style.

"Jean, that's me!"

"Mister Moblit told us to draw things that were personally important to us. So, I hope you don't mind."

Damn, you felt like tearing up.

In the midst of trying to get your stupid heart to calm down from the impossible rhythm in which it was beating at and stating at Jean's sketches so hard that your eyes felt like they'd pop out and any given moment your would felt like setting fire to your whole being while your tears were restlessly trying to put it out. It was even outdated to feel like that about Jean, your younger self told you but there was no way you could help it.

With rivers of tears running from the corners of your eyes you looked up at the hazel orbs that were set on you, feeling your heart want up by their luminous gaze.

"Jean I-"

"Shush, you don't have to say anything. Just let me know if I can hug you."

"I'd love that." You said shyly under your breath.

Next thing you knew Jean had gotten up from his seat and had plopped himself right next to you, pushing your head deep in his chest. The song in the background faded gradually as you felt serenity wash through you, despite your heart hammering in your chest beyond a point you could actually feel it.

And for now all that mattered was that you could listen to Jean's heart beat nearly as fast as yours while his words played inside your head.

Maybe, just maybe time and space between the two of you was right this time.

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[anya-ackerman]

Casually mulling over an AU that’s like a total reimagining of AOT because I am Like That TM

Eldia was an island nation (I am taking HUGE inspiration from Atlantis because that’s been an obsession since I was young) that was brutalized by war via the Marleyans. Centuries later, Ymir is born. She’s a normal slave girl, born of slaves and destined to remain a slave.

Eventually she gains the power of the Titans and actually falls in love with SOMEONE WHO IS NOT AN ABUSER (all my homies hate King Fritz) and has her three daughters Maria, Rose and Sina. Ymir wages war against Marley, which is the dominant global power of the time, and wins back her people’s freedom and returns to her devastated island home to reestablish her lands.

There’s no Curse of Ymir, so Ymir lives to a ripe old age when she eventually passes and passes her Titan powers to her daughters, causing the split in Titan powers. Eventually, enough time passes that Ymir and her brethren are viewed more as gods and are venerated as such. Ymir, her three daughters, and then the original of the 9 Titan Shifters.

This new Eldia has isolated itself from the rest of the world somewhat, with it’s Titans and army of Colossal Titans (which really need a new name because it’s confusing since there’s A Colossal Titan but there also Are Clossal Titans whatever) but they do trade with nations that are more interested in having Eldia as an ally against Marley

This is ALL inspired from playing Territory Recovery Mode in AOT 2 can you believe it LOL

But I also have the idea too, since TRM has battles against Titans and such, maybe Marley figured out how to make pure Titans and what the game classified as “bizarre titans” (reusing Annie, Reiner, Ymir and Zeke’s Titan form models) is Marley like. Figuring out how to copy the powers of the Titan Shifters but they’re pure Titans so they’re not quite there yet tho.

And these battles taking place off Paradis Island so no one is living trapped behind Walls. But I also like the idea of writing fic and doing art like art AFTER finally beating Marley and Eldia is just existing in their island continent, living on Paradis Island and just trading with those that want to and calling it at that.