#especially since i was one of the handful of ppl speaking that day

[arolesbianism]

There's a well 🎉

[booliuu]

┊͙Proxies headcanons pt.1┊͙

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : heeeey guys it’s liu!! it’s been awhile since i last posted ( …well i think?) 😣😣 i literally can’t remember anything . this isn’t requested but i’ve these headcanons stuck in my drafts for quite some time now and i figured i’ll post them now :DD !! possibly a part 2?

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Tim (masky):

🚬. . he’s pushing through his late 30’s at best.

🚬. . 5’11.

🚬. . a firm believer he’s a taurus.

🚬. . has native american roots.

🚬. . personality wise .. he’s a bit of a prick and an asshole just to give it to you straight . he will butt heads , he will command orders because technically speaking he’s the leader without saying much, basically has a strict & rough exterior . but with the shit he’s been through.. i don’t blame him. it would be a while once he likes & trusts you….but you’ll know. very few ppl get that side of him.

🚬. . dog person!! wants a dog sooo bad he knows he can’t take care of it unless someone wants to take care it while he’s away from the cabin. he’s ( and everybody else tbh..) out sometimes days or more so he ain’t risking it.

🚬. . whenever he sees stray dogs in the woods doesn’t matter what kind of dog man… he’ll pet it . if he has food in hand will give some to em’.

🚬. . if he keeps seeing the same dog(s) everyday when he’s walking around the woods , will give them a name for sure.

🚬. . definitely has HUNDREDS of pairs of bottom up plaid shirts. in hangers. in one small closet. Not just red like he wears all the time in mh. owns at least yellow , blue , black plaid shirts . rarely ever uses them though lol.

🚬. . smokes like a chimney holy crap. especially whenever he’s uncomfortable or stressed , at least smoke half a packet .. just an excuse not to talk about it.

🚬. . smells like the woods, cigarettes, or cheap shampoo and conditioner. (like old spice, irish spring , ect…)

🚬. . likes his coffee plain black. no questions asked. won’t add any creamer or sugar. just likes it the way it is.

🚬. . he’s probably rlly good at cooking like will cook up some good old eggs, beacon and sausage if he feels like it.

🚬. . snores like SO LOUD OH MY GOODNESS. second would be toby. holy moly. god forbid if there in the same room or your stuck sitting in the same car as them , you ain’t getting a wink of shut eye :( .

🚬. . coughs , coughs, … COUGHS especially whenever he’s running. it’s impossible for him to stay quiet bc of his smoking habits . has to take a break for a bit , lean against a tree and cough his lungs out.. then starts running again.

🚬. . i’ll die on this hill BUT IM SURE he does the old man groan whenever he’s bending down for too long. or putting a hand on his back , bend back a bit and groan hella loud .

🚬. . old man eye squint whenever he reads. for example reading something on his phone and has to reallyyy squint and puts that phone away from his face. YKWIM😭😭??

🚬. . acts like he hates toby but in reality cares so much for him. just can’t bring himself to say it to him bc he’s so stubborn . likes kate because she listens to him without complaining during missions, and gets the job done . same with brian. and TOBY GETS SO M A D .

🚬. . dad BOD. C’MON YALL. and not to mention sideburns.

🚬. .listens to divorce dad music that he’s plays all the time in his car.

🚬. . his natural body temp is so WARM. he’s like a human heater.

🚬. . knows so much dad jokes it’s borderline concerning🥹🥹. but hey… at least it never fails to make someone smile or laugh though.

🚬. . has a mf’ing lighter collection because he keeps losing them . has stacks of cigarettes hidden somewhere around the room that he shares with brian.

🚬. . i just wanna get this out of the way but definitely the type to txt’s like a dad😭😭. you can’t tell me otherwise. i’m talking “👍.” , “ Ok.” “ 8:30 pm ETA.”

Brian (hoody):

💊. . same age as tim just a biiit🤏 older.

💊. . couple inches tall than tim and whenever ppl point out it out, it rails up tim so much.

💊. . HE has to be A LIBRA. DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION. PLS.

💊. . smells like gun powder , the woods ofc , cheap shampoo and conditioner, may i also add cheap cologne.

💊. . i have a feeling he grew up with A LOT of sisters in his family . so when he was born everybody was relieved lowkey lol but won’t say anything , just like a sigh of relief yk?

💊. . white af. idk what to tell you😭. you guys give me ideas .

💊. . txt’s ppl about the same as tim. worse though bc he tends to ignore them unless it’s the other proxies . doesn’t mean he’s dry af though.

💊. . owns so MANY hoodies. but just chooses to just wear the yellow one all the time.

💊. . has a tooth gap…! we can’t forget about that!

💊. . he’s a chill guy but prefers to stay quiet and listen kinda type. especially when he’s working .. yeeeah he ain’t speaking. just gets the job done and leaves.

💊. . knows how to fish. catches em’ and cooks em’. don’t ask why he just gives me the vibe yk?

💊. . aside from that, he can’t cook for shit so he makes tim do it. prefers tim’s cooking anyway-

💊. . has a guns & bullets collection of different kinds in his closet . and a couple of lighters laying around tim & his room. or whenever he’s out and tim forgets his, he got em.

💊. . has the PRETTIEST SMILES AND LAUGH TELL ME IM WRONG. also his laugh is pretty contagious lol. snorts and giggles. can get other ppl to laugh without even knowing what he’s talking about.

💊. . natural charmer ✨knows how to flirt without even trying and (or) thinking. knows how to twist ppl little brains and turn it into mush.

💊. . likes his coffee black as well.

💊. . quietest sleeper known to mankind. couple of times tim, toby or kate though he was dead.

💊. . like arms and hands at his sides and he’s just… y’know just laying there.

Tim: * getting really nervous bc brian isn’t moving nor making a single sound & decides to slap his arm to wake him up * “ you know you sleep like a dead soilder..?!!”

Brian: * jointing awake suddenly by tim* “huh?? “

Toby:

➯ in my au, tim, brian , toby and kate all stay in one cabin. it’s a bit crapped but they all make it work out at the end of the day.

➯ anyway…….*sighs dreamily * my boyyyy😫😫💗💗💗💗!!! he’s BEEN rattling in my brain 24/7 but tbh who don’t think bout this cutie patooie all the time living rent free in my head wthhh. 😭😭😭🥹🥹 i can talk about this silly goober all day if i could bro. okok anyways -

🪓. . i wrote a few toby headcanons here b4 :]] ( 1# link & 2# link check em’ out!! ) ima add some more headcanons to the list. you can’t stop me >:DD!!!

🪓. . there’s 3 rooms total in the cabin and the last room is toby’s . the other rooms belongs to kate , tim & brain .

🪓. .plays “his” playlist on his speakers that ofc he stolen full volume . owns some video games and consoles such as a switch & ds . has a mini fridge hidden in his room bc he’s tired of ppl stealing his crap.

🪓. . bisexual. leeeans strooongly💪💪 towards women..!! personality over looks!! man does not care. but that doesn’t stop him from thinking men are handsome and cute!! if your asking me though, it’ll take awhile for him to date a guy let alone trust bc his lore .. his father yk?

🪓. . he likes hanging out on top of lamp posts at the side of the roads or chillin on the highest branch in the trees because those are the only places that are quiet for him and away from ppl.

🪓. . can’t decide if he’s dog or cat person. HE’S SUCH A HUGE ANIMAL LOVER AND WILL HONESTLY PET EVERY SINGLE ANIMAL IF HE COULD.

🪓. . he’s definitely the kinda person to order coffee that has MILLIONS of different creamer , syrups & toppings . can’t stand the bitter taste of coffee lol.

🪓. . speaking of coffee, since he’s around tim and brian all the time, he developed a burning hatred for black coffee😭. doesn’t understand why tim and brian love it so much.

🪓. . he rarely goes out in public places because he gets overwhelmed easily but in the rare occasions he does , can’t stand when men yell at women. like really detest it. has the urge to protect the them even though he doesn’t know the person. doesn’t do anything but just watches from afar. but that doesn’t stop of thinking violent thoughts what he wants to do to that guy.

➯ if it’s really brother him though , will perhaps pay the guy a quick visit.. if you catch my drift..🪓🪓.

🪓. . it brings him flashbacks of when his dad yells at his sister and mother.

🪓. . gets high because it calms down his tics. or whenever he’s feeling stressed, upset he’ll smoke.

🪓. . he remembers some what of his past. but it’s very very very little. remembers his mother and sister but it’s very distorted. remembers everything but there faces. when someone says his mothers and sister names he confused why he feels like he knows them but at the same time doesn’t . poor baby:(

🪓. . haunted by his bullies and his fathers voices tormenting him in his dreams. he’s confused by them and thinks the operator is playing tricks on him.

🪓. . he’s not a bad driver. like i said before he doesn’t remember his past. pretty much knows the rules of the road and practiced safe driving etiquette.

🪓. . since he’s older, his tics aren’t as bad. doesn’t mean they fully goes away. nope. doesn’t work like that. it’s a part of him and will always will be.

🪓. . the way i think it’s more like it has it’s moments.. you feel me chat? such as whenever he’s feeling anxious , angry or stressed. he slurs his words, talks faster or repeats the same words or sentences, muscle twitches … and so forth.

🪓. . can’t stand the smell or taste of alcohol but .. if someone gave him one , he will drink it just because he doesn’t want to be called out a wuss.

🪓. . oh my gosh when he txt’s he either doesn’t respond, forgets you send something, or SPAMS THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR PHONE accidentally breaking it 😭. adds millions of emojis . sends links to insta reels or tiktok’s that he thinks you’ll laugh at .

you: sending toby a tiktok* 10:45 pm *read 10:50 pm.

toby: *UUSSS!! * 6:30 am😭. toby oh my god

.. also toby: * sends you the most cryptic terrifying insta reel you ever seen* that’s you 😝😝😝🫵.

you: YOU PMOOOO‼️‼️🖕🖕🖕

🪓. . i can talk about this man forever. 🫶🏼

Kate:

➯ KATE MY BELOVED!!!! i love her so much💗. she so underrated plsss she needs more love and attention 😭😭😣 guys lemme talk about myyy girl rq.

🖤. . she’s the youngest out of the proxies. she around her late teens or early 20’s. she’s a cancer!! ( june 25th!!)

🖤. . tall af, she either standing at something between 5’10 or inching closer to 6’0.

🖤. . Korean!!! or has asian roots.

🖤. . definitely has her ears pierced and lips done .🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

🖤. . cooks the crew sometimes what she remembers eating before shit went down hill. and they love it every time.

🖤. . tea person! loves black or earl gray. she has a bit of a sweet tooth so she’ll add some honey, creamer & milk and syrups .^^

🖤. . owns really GOOD smelling shampoo and conditioner 😭😭. and to add with that, her hair is super long and grows out super fast so she’s constantly cutting it. its so uneven helppp

🖤. . she’s naturally very awkward and quiet. lowkey giving black cat energy.

🖤. . like brian she’s also the type of person to listen to you yap about anything than talk.

🖤. . txt’s like she doesn’t care. sooo nonchalant help 😭😭. perhaps worse than brian🤔🤔🤫. ONE WORD RESPONSE EACH TIME. WITHOUT OF DOUBT.

🖤. . closeted lesbian. doesn’t have time to date or fall in love because she’s busy with her “job” ifykyk. prob only work out if your a proxy as well. can’t risk anyone else getting hurt bc of her or the operator. she lost enough :( .

🖤. . this could just be me but ima just say back during her high school years she join her schools track and field club. and literally always get the best times. best runner at her school.

🖤. . dis GIRLLL… can run SO MANY laps and she never gets tired holy crap. runs faster than the other proxies , second would be toby lol. when they have free time, they consistently race each other around the woods and would make tim or brian set up a timer to see who gets the best time.

🖤. . i don’t CAARRE what anyone says but, her and toby have a sibling👏dynamic going on. so competitive with each other!! it’s very precious. they always lookout for each other during missions. even when there not working , they argue like siblings, say some shitty stuff to each other but at the end of the day they care about each other in there own way.

➯ this a bit off topic but yk how toby lost his sister at a young age. messed him up quite a bit because Lyra was the only person aside from his mom that was truly kind to him. after burning his neighborhood, he doesn’t really have anybody else. and was taken by slender right after that.

➯ kate one day casually said that toby reminds her of a sibling,toby was taken back and need a few seconds to relies that she’s being serious. he cried a bit when he heard that from her because he never thought he would ever be a good brother bc he wasn’t there for his sister at that time. :(

➯ long story short they hugged each other that day. sworn kate he will protect her knowing full well she can defend herself. he doesn’t want to repeat his trauma. will break him even more if he lost another sibling because of his actions.

🖤. . about the same as brian, she sleeps like she’s dead. creeps everyone the heck out.

🖤. . cat person!! has a pocket full of treats for the cats that she’s sees in a everyday basis. 🖤🖤

🖤. . if she’s not wearing her white hoodie and black jeans she’s going to pull up with some street wear aesthetic..!!!

🖤. . the white hoodie she wears all the time … yeah she forgets to wash it ☹️ all the time. same with her mask. forgets to clean it.

🖤. . some angst bc why not…misses Lauren so much. after she died, she kept her journal and rereads everything so she could never forget about her.

🖤. . visit her grave once in a while to give her flowers and just trying to remember memories of her.

🖤. . doesn’t like the operator at all. hates it. with every fiber in her being , hates that she now “works” for it now. i don’t blame her though, i mean her whole entire family was haunted & tormented by this thing for ages.

🖤. . ending this in a good note^^ , buuut every night her and toby without a doubt (sometimes tim and brian if there up for it ) have a game night.

🖤. . meaning getting to play with toby’s consoles while there both sitting on the couch and focus very intensely at the t.v in the living room. button smashing and everything . playing until god knows how long.

🖤. . screaming yelling and cursing each other in there own languages.

🖤. . playing board games or cards like uno while sitting together on dinner table and secretly everyone is plotting to piss off toby and works every single time.

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : i hope you like these headcanons 😭😭 im sorry it’s SOOO long i literally i didn’t see that coming until i posted it . i’ll try to be consistent with posting but no promises >< bc tbh i only post if i have the energy too or literally the brain rot is that bad. anywaysss liu out!

should i continue these hc’s & make a pt 2? 🧐

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liuuboo2025 ♡ﾟthx for reading! love y’all!

[sassatoru]

hello girly! can i request for roses in lace if it isn't hassle for you dear!

a scenario where we end up turning the tables on him, just to get him flustered and embarrassed maybe with some suggestive jokes, freaky invitations since he keeps telepathically talking to them so thats her way of getting back at him and she just enjoys how he fumbles

hes so gorgeous i swear, got me going feral for him fr!! anyways feel free to ignore this if it doesnt interest you, have a lovely day <3

MENTALLY VULGUR

pairing. charles xavier x fem!reader

warning. smut, oral (69, m&f), post cuba (he’s in the chair), charles being a cutie

a/n. i love love that picture of james, he looks so cute. did i write my longest smut fic for a character ppl dont read? yes

it started innocently, little flashes of the two of you cuddling in bed together, you completely thrown over him, then he started speaking in your mind. little teasing remarks that he’d act innocently about later.

you’d decided to turn it against him.

“may i add that you look stunning in that dress”

“you should see me without it then.”

you held back the giggle when you saw him pause, you could hear his brain go blank at your innuendo before he cleared his throat, shooting you a flustered smile before pretending to have not heard anything and he went back to grading papers.

you realised since then he’d had a tendency to stay out of your head, well he wasn’t speaking in it anymore but you’d still get the little flashes of his fantasy’s with you.

“you’re a little psychic perv, Charles.” you whispered low into his ear, you’d been pushing his wheelchair along the pathway outside, taking him for his usual rounds around his land, he liked getting out of the school everyday, especially if you were the one he’d be spending that time with.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you hum softly in response, “take a look inside my head, sweetheart. you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

he can’t help his curiosity sometimes so he does, he takes a little peek inside your thoughts, his lips parting in surprise at the image at the front of your mind.

him under you, very much naked.

“oh my..” he mutters, blue eyes widening comically. he looked cute as he turned his head to look at you, before turning away just as fast, flustered.

“what’s wrong, Charles?” you practically purr, amusement dripping from your voice. “you started it.”

you hear him grumble, a whining edge to his voice. “stop teasing.”

“make me,” you reply, lifting his hand up, your chin on his shoulder as you lean down, you place two of his fingers against your temples. “c’mon, sweetheart. if you want me to stop so badly, make me.”

instead of listening he uses his mutation to make you take him back to the manor, straight to his bedroom. it’d be a struggle if you weren’t telekinetic, he smiled as you pressed several kisses against his cheek, returning the favour when you sat yourself on his lap.

he sat up, leaning back against the headboard of his bed for support, one of his hands on your hip and the other on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

your kiss was consuming, like he was trying to possess you, to physically bind you to him so he could kiss you like this forever. his gasp made your stomach flutter, you feel his half hard on pressing against you.

he’d clearly liked the image you put in his head earlier.

your fingers tugged his jacket off, tugging his shirt off over his head, his body shivering at the cold air hitting his pale skin.

his fingers tugged at your shirt, helping you pull it off. his eyes immediately dropping to your chest, unclipping your bra and tossing it to the side.

“you’re beautiful.”

he didn’t waste a second before grabbing them, eyes darkened with desire, his fingers pinching your nipple as your hands went to his pants, undoing his zipper and button and dragging it down his legs along his his boxers.

he flushed as he sat naked in front you, hands sagging to his sides now that your boobs were out of reach, you’d heard his grumble of complaint about that.

you didn’t wait much longer before you stripped down yourself, tossing your remaining clothes into the pile with his.

charles’ eyes lit up, an idea in his head before he flashed it into your mind. no verbal communication needed, he wanted to taste you.

you helped him lie down on his back properly, before adjusting yourself on top of him. stomach to stomach, pussy hovering over his face, and his crotch in front of yours.

he dragged your hips down, so you were no longer hovering over him, your core meeting his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste you.

your hand pumped his half hard cock, spitting on it to lubricate and you felt his groan vibrating against you. your lips parted as you took the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him.

he could’ve sworn he could cum right then.

but he wasn’t ready to be outdone by your skilled tongue and hands. so he moved a hand up towards your pussy, his tongue flicking against your clit teasingly as his index finger prodded your hole.

dipping in when you least expected it to draw louder moans out of you when he sucked on your clit. your hips squirmed against his face, rolling against him.

he heard a gag but felt the warmth of your mouth completely enveloping him.

he fingered you as his head fell back, his middle and index fingers moving in and out of you quickly. charles had come to learn how to use his fingers more skilfully every since he’d lost the use of his legs.

not on other women of course, women no longer looked at him because of his disability. he’d learnt it for you, because you were the only woman who looked his way nowadays, not that he minded.

“charles—”

he could tell his ‘training’ had worked when you came all over his face with your cut off warning.

he licked his fingers clean off your essence before pulling your mouth off his cock. you whined in protest, met his his soft tsk in return.

“later, i wanna feel you now. don’t deny me this, sweetheart.”

your pout didn’t go away but you complied, lifting yourself up away from his face. he frowned slightly.

“i’m sorry, but i’m not going to be much use now.”

he could feel the doubt settling in his heart, what if you just realised he couldn’t give you what you want? what you need? charles wasn’t a self sufficient man anymore, he needed to be taken care of.

“that’s okay,” your answer came before he could fully believe in his doubts. you pressed a gentler kiss against his lips. “let me take care of you, charles.” you whispered softly to him, he could’ve cried right then.

but it would’ve ruined the mood, he’ll open up about that later, he thought. you’d listen, he knew you would.

he nodded. watching you line yourself up with him, charles was a good length. a satisfying length, with the perfect thickness to stretch you out and not hurt you at the same time.

you both moaned in sync as you lowered yourself onto him, sinking onto his cock until he filled you up to the hilt.

his hands moved to your thighs when you started bouncing on his cock, he adored the way you looked like this. on top of him, so pretty with the way your face contorted out of pleasure.

“you look so pretty.”

he called out to you, his hands running down your body, one of his fingers rubbing your clit in circular motions.

“that’s it sweetheart. you’re doing so well.”

charles guessed that if he couldn’t fuck you like you deserved then he’d help however he could, touching you and words.

and god did he love the way you reacted to his words. he watched you bounce on his cock, this angle did you wonders.

you looked like a goddess, the warm lighting from his lamps shining against your sweaty skin and eyes dazed yet so concentrated.

his fingers sped up their motions on your clit, running faster until your hips stuttered and you tightened around him as you came.

maybe this would work. maybe you’d love him despite everything, love him the way he does you.

the stars pale in comparison to your beauty, but he’d tell you that another time. a sweeter time when you weren’t so exhausted.

maybe when he buys you that ring if the day comes. then he’d tell you how much he adores you, for now he’ll settle for the teasing and the way you lay atop him thighs burning under his gentle touch.

for now he’ll hold you.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[enchantedtomeetyou1113]

~ This town ~

Levi x reader song fic !

Summary: Levi wasn’t a horrible boyfriend…he just wasn’t emotionally available. you get fed up leave. He sees you with someone else weeks later and thinks of everything he should’ve done instead.

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a/n: hii so this was 1 of 3 options that I gave for my next song fic!!! This one is inspired by This town by Niall horan you should definitely listen to it while reading <3 another thing-I hate when ppl make Levi unnecessarily mean to reader in stories like this..

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The countless amount of times Levi got awkward and stiff around made you change your mind from you thinking ‘he’s just shy’ into ‘is he annoyed by my presence?’ You two were always close-ever since Erwin smith recruited him. For some reason you liked it better when you and Levi were only friends.

Which is perplexing,because he was the one who admitted his feelings to you first. It wasn’t like he was a bad boyfriend, no it was more of the fact that he’s so reserved.

He seemed so emotionally distant, there was a lack of any intimacy between the couple. He’d begin to talk about his past-that was still a mystery to you-but his face would get all blank and he’d tell you something along the lines of “enough about me,it isn’t important.” And the conversation would quickly end.

Another thing that confused the hell out of you is the way he got so uncomfortable when you complimented him. Especially infront of others. Again, you thought he was just shy at first,until you thought he was embarrassed of you. He wouldn’t kiss first. He’d kiss but never ever first. The only physical touch you would receive back was a pat on the head or a ruffle of your hair. He’d place a hand on your lower back when he’d notice any sort of discomfort or anxiety from you, but that was about it. Those things rarely happened which led to where you are now.

“Do you even like me?” You spat,heatedly.

“Don’t be a brat,” he began pinching the bridge of his nose. A nickname he usually used with no real heat seemed to drip more venom this time around. “I just don’t get it,Levi. Why didn’t you tell that scout we were together?”

A stupid scout. An older girl. A few years younger then Levi for sure but that didn’t matter-what mattered was when she asked if he was taken he rejected her without mentioning that he in fact wasn’t single.

He thinks it’s a stupid reason to be mad but you can’t get the thought of him being embarrassed by you out of your racing mind. It seemed like you had more and more proof to back up that theory every day.

“Are you really that embarrassed by me?” You try your hardest to not get too choked up.

His annoyed expression softened just barely.

“I’m not in the mood for this,y/n.” He sighed. “You are being over dramatic.” Him not defending that he wasn’t embarrassed by you just proved your many theories. You felt your heart skip a beat and your blood run cold.

“I think it’s best if we remained friends. I don’t think you understand what it means to be in a relationship.” You say trying your absolute hardest to keep your emotions in check. He blinks in confusion, shaking his head ever so slightly. His eyebrows furrow and his eyes speak in a language so foreign to you. He opens his mouth to speak but you are gone before he could even mutter a word.

Now weeks later Levi sits at a pub trying to drink you away. He’d wake up thinking about your kiss, and the smell of you that he cannot get out of his head. He hated that he didn’t break down the walls he had built around himself for you. The truth was he thought he didn’t deserve you. He wished he was better at showing it before it was too late,he longed for your attention.

It didn’t matter what task he’d be plagued with, no matter what important thing he was calculating,every thought weaved its way back to you.

The door to the pub swung open and in came you.

Behind you came a man. Levi grits his teeth his glare hiding the confusion to its best ability.

“Wait up would ya?” The man huffed out with an annoying large smile. You were many feet ahead of him already hoping up onto one of the tall bar chairs. “Would ya stop being so slow?” Your voice made Levi feel around 100 emotions at once. Jealousy,anger,sadness,and most of all,yearning. The ache in his heart only became stronger when he seen the man sit next to you and sling his arm around you.

Levi thinks about how maybe if he’d put his arm around you like that you’d have that same blush,just directed at him instead of that dumbass. He knows that it was wrong, not being able to move on while you obviously did.

But damn, you still made him nervous when you walked in a room and he felt butterflies just hearing your laugh. He sips on his drink and the butterflies slowly turned into a dark hole of regret. You obviously were to preoccupied to notice Levi full of self loathing and jealousy.

The man stood to his feet a small while later asking you for a dance. Levi can’t help but think maybe if he’d ask you to dance like that,he’d receive that same gorgeous smile from you. A huge part of him wants to get up and spare himself this misery but he doesn’t want you to notice him and ruin your night.

So he watched you two dance from the corner of his glaring eyes,and every time he’d spin you a giggle would escape your lips. it felt like another dagger to his heart plunging deeper every time.

The pub began to fill up more and more and Levi heard the bastard say “maybe this is a little embarrassing,” he was talking about dancing infront of people.

Levi thought to himself how he’d still dance with you even if the whole world was watching.

Then Levi thought to himself how he could barely speak to you infront of other people and mentally punched himself for being so ignorant. He knew what to do now, but what good is these new revelations when you’re getting this treatment from someone new?

He seen the guy excuse himself and leave you alone at the small table. He took this as an open invitation to sit with you, even if it’s just for a moment.

“Hey,” he said. Your eyes flashed from shock to confused to blank. He could swear he seen a flash of hurt.

“When did you get here?” You say wondering if he seen you with John.

“A while ago.” He said placing a shot infront of you. His stayed in his slender,shaky grip.

You silently thanked him for the drink shooting it down with a sour look on your face after. He couldn’t help but feel the butterflies come alive again from how plain out beautiful you are.

“…I want to tell you everything,” he looks down.

“All the words I never got to say the first time around…and you can listen or you could ignore me and your new friend will come back and I’ll leave the pub because,as long as you’re happy I wouldn’t want to disturb your peace-“ Levi rambled on without noticing the hopeful spark in your eyes.

“I remember everything, from when we were practically children on the training grounds together.. wish I was there with you now.” He muttered. “I’d get on my horse and travel lengths and distances to be there with you.”

His hand inched toward yours and he cautiously touched his fingertips to yours waiting for your approval. Your own hand moved closer to his giving him the okay and Levi swept up your hand into his. “I was never embarrassed by you. I’m sorry I didn’t reassure you of that when you actually needed to hear it.”

You hesitated for a moment before responding. “So why did you act like that?”

“I truly didn’t mean to.” He sighs “it was never my intention to give you those feelings.” He brings your hand to his lips. His own hand trembling slightly from the mixture of alcohol and adrenaline. He kissed the top of your hand ever so softly. “You can call me stupid,or a dick,or empty-headed-i wouldn’t blame you,i really wonder how many times I hit my head in my lifetime to be such a dumbass for not treating you how you deserve to be.”

“I think I deserve you call you a brat.” You say with a hint of a smile. You finally felt a weight lift off your chest with his confession. He finally said the words you’ve been waiting to hear.

“I’ll give you a one time pass.” He huffed from nose in a laughing manner. You seen the amusement in his eyes. Along with the fact that his dilated eyes confirm the amount of drinks he has tonight. Though his words and actions seemed more sober and heartfelt then ever.

You felt his lips crash onto your own and you couldn’t help but melt into it. Kissing him back you felt pure happiness and warmth.

“Y/n? I went to the restroom for no more than 7 minutes?!” Ah and then there’s John.

Levi tried to hide his smug look,he truly did.

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A/N AHHH I really like this one yuhhh and if you enjoyed it you should check out my master list here! <3 likes and feedback is greatly appreciated

And to the ppl who voted for this I am tagging you!!! @houseofcrying @alebrasil0101 @s-e-s-a-l-e-n-e @levisbrat25 hope you enjoyed!

[pumpkinsy0]

PaperCut valentines day hcs!!! wooooooo

•their whole valentines is like that one “VICTOR U ACTUALLY DID THIS” video LMAOOOO

•angela would get a LOT of gifts on valentines day from different ppl and she was feeling extra nice she gave some of her stuff to curly and he would mess up the flowers, eat the chocolates that sorta thing. but after getting w pony he just took those things and gave it to pony, way to save money!!! angela find out and bc shes petty, she gave curly the stuff that had her name on it, but that didnt annoy pony so ha, jokes on her

•just bc curly and pony got a valentines now, dont mean that they’re randomly wishing the best on other couples, ESPECIALLY curly, they go to the valentines secrion of stores and hide somethings to make it seem like its sold out and mess w the teddy bears to make them do inappropriate things, maybe leave some signs that

•tbh most pony can do for curly on valentines is cook for him like the good little malewife he was made to be while curly watches him w his feet up, or if curlys not there swatting everyone elses hands away from the food he plans to give to curly

•curly paid a friend 10 bucks to dress like cupid, diapers, bow and arrow, sashel, the whole deal, and follow him and pony while they were on a date. freaked pony theeeee hell out, he wanted no part in that bs

•pony plays into the corniness of valentines day and to what curly makes fun of him about, and makes purposely very corny poems about curly

•their first valentines together, pony didnt do anything for curly, which he felt bad for seeing that curly got him at least chocolates, he didnt think curly was the type so he didnt bother😭😭, curly doesnt let him live it down, every valentines day he brings it up

•id like to think that curly spent time shaping his afro into the shape of a heart but after pony saw it, curly fixed it back to its normal shape out of embarrassment

•let a diner allow for couples to eat for free if they kiss in front of a worker for longer than 5 seconds, pony and curly r making OUT!!!! RIGHT THERE!!!!!!! slip in tongue or something for extra measure, those heart shaped burgers will b THEIRS

•valentines is one of the only days pony actually calls curly pet names, nothin too crazy but babe and if hes feelin risqué, baby, curlys reveling in it

•one of the bday months i could see curly having is february, bonus points if the day is closer to valentines, curly gets all prissy w pony and pony in an odd way is into it, what weirdos🙄🙄

•despite being able to somewhat speak it, curly thinks french is a gay ass language, however bc its seen as “the language of love” to some ppl, he dusts off the part of his brain that remembers it and speaks the most french hes ever spoken since moving to the us and hits on pony w it. but like i said, his french is rusty, ik he messes up his sentences sometimes n calls pony things he dont mean to say

•each valentines day chances r if u look well enough, ur gonna see pony and curlys initials carved into a new place, they got no shame!!!

•curly will pick flowers from ppls neighborhoods to use as a bouquet to give to pony, pony always keeps a flower or a flower part to use as a bookmark, till it rots more and more just wilting away

•pony spends an embarrassing amount of time making sure he looks good on valentines day, he feels like such a girl he hates it so bad but cant help it😭curly calls pony his doll bc of it

•valentines double date is a no go for them, they would rather die than let anyone know what the do for each other on valentines, its so awkward

•curly and pony prolly use the hellllll out of their older brothers cologne, only difference is darry thinks its cute and doesnt mind, tim will throw a fit over it, mf just take a shower and do ONE SPRITS

[percyluvr]

could you do a jason grace x fem!reader , where the reader gets a little jealous since Jason gets hit on/asked out a lot by other ppl, and she is a little jealous, but jason just reassures her that she's the only one for him? im just craving some fluffy bf!jason content rn haha

jason grace x fem!reader summary: you get jealous when jason gets flirted with, but he reassures you that you're the only girl for him wc: 987

Being with a guy like Jason wasn't easy, and you'd known that from the day you started dating him, but you didn't expect to feel so insecure about yourself all the time. It wasn't like it was his fault, no, not even close.

You knew he was bound to get flirted with, he was very handsome after all, but it made you so insecure and you felt horrible about yourself, especially when girls that you considered way prettier than you began to flirt with him.

You never wanted to make him feel bad, so you never told him, but keeping it to yourself was beginning to take a toll on you. Typically, you and Jason told each other everything, and you were beginning to feel guilty for not telling him, especially when it was one of the only things on your mind recently.

At camp, everyone knew everyone, so it made you even more frustrated and insecure when other campers flirted with him. It made you think that they thought you were less than them and that they didn't care that Jason was dating you.

Before you began dating Jason, you generally thought that you were at least average, but now you felt like you were the absolute bottom of the barrel, and it was not a good feeling.

You wished so badly that you could voice this to Jason, but he had already dealt with so much that you didn't want to add to that, but apparently he'd caught on to how you were feeling.

The two of you were sat on a log near the campfire, Jason's arm wrapped around your body and your head laying on his shoulder. He was gently rubbing his hand up and down your arm in a soothing motion, subconsciously trying to make you feel better. His efforts to make you feel better had been working until a girl came up to you two, her eyes immediately looking Jason up and down in a flirtatious way.

"Give me a visit sometime, would you, handsome?" She gave him a wink and sauntered off to where she was sitting before.

You felt yourself tearing up and accidentally let out a small sniffle that you hoped Jason didn't hear. Unfortunately for you, he does hear, and gives you a concerned look.

"Honey, what's wrong?" He asks.

You clear your throat. "Um, nothing, excuse me for a second," you quickly say before removing yourself from his embrace and rushing off to your cabin. You hear Jason's footsteps behind you.

"Woah, slow down. Come on, talk to me, please," he pleads.

"Jason, please, I just need to be alone for a second," you say, voice cracking. He sadly nods and lets you go into the cabin.

However, what you didn't realize, was that he sat on the steps outside your cabin, waiting for you to be ready to talk, so when you did come out of the cabin, you screamed in surprise.

"Hey, it's just me," he softly says, reaching his hand out. You intertwine your fingers with his and sit down on the step next to him.

"Hey," you whisper.

"Are you ready to talk now, or do you need more time?" He gently asks.

"I think I'm ready," you say.

There's a moment of silence before you speak again. "I've been dealing with this for a while, but I really didn't want to say anything, because I know you're still dealing with a lot, and I didn't want to add to that," you say, pausing to collect your thoughts.

"You're never a burden, okay? I want to know what you're thinking, always," he says as he pulls you closer to him.

"Okay, well, ever since we started dating, I've been feeling kind of.. well, for a lack of better words, insecure. Almost every day someone comes up to you and flirts with you, acting like I'm not even there, and it just makes me feel inferior to them. This is probably stupid, never mind," you spoke, suddenly feeling very stupid.

"It isn't stupid. I hope you know that no matter how you see yourself, or how you think anyone else sees you, I still think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in the world. You know that I would never even reciprocate their flirting, especially when I have you, you're the most important person in my life and I would do anything for you to be happy, okay?" He states, giving you a gentle kiss.

"Really? You mean it?" You ask, looking up at him.

"Really," he says with a smile. "I love you more than anything in the world."

[muttering-folklore]

more quasi hcs especially for @beezybubbybones bc they requested them and i have Thoughts. eat up

Would have freckles EVERYWHERE if he went outside in the sun regularly. Like I’m talking everywhere. All on his face and arms and back etc. He has his first proper summer outside and his cheeks and nose are just absolutely smattered with them.

He’s also ginger so I will unfortunately cast He Gets Sunburnt Disease on him. Sorgy. He stays out in the sun too long and js looks like 🍅. No regrets tho.

Since he hasn’t interacted with many people other than Frollo over the years he isn’t very sure if something is a Normal Social Thing or just something that Frollo did with him. Often carries out actions or behaviours that Frollo expected from him with other people that have no idea what he’s doing. Like referring to people exclusively by honorifics even if the situation doesn’t call for it etc. Comes across as overly formal because of it. Similar to how I refer to Duke from re8 as like Mr The Duke. Like it’s unnecessarily over the top.

He probably had to guess what the other angles of the houses and buildings he carved looked like (because it’s tricky to see them from above/he couldn’t see the far facing sides etc) so when he was accepted into the town and able to sort of roam on his own the very first thing he did was visit those buildings, make mental notes and then go back in his belltower to recharge from his trip outside and to frantically repaint and recarve everything if he got it wrong 😭

Probably has issues with feeling like he needs ‘permission’ to do things due to Frollo being so controlling, and therefore asks people for permission to do things. Like he’ll ask Esmeralda if he can go out into the town one day on his own to do something and she’s like “??? i’m not your boss why are you asking me.” Eventually it gets to the point where they can just instinctually guess what he’s going to say before he even speaks a word & then they give him permission ahead of time. He breathes in deep abt to speak and someone speaks up like “Yes you are allowed to do *insert thing*” and he stands there kinda stunned before shuffling off to do it before they change their mind

Is easy to scare when it comes to people sneaking up on him from behind (because he can’t hear them approaching) but is weirdly unaffected by horror stories. Like the gang gather around a campfire after going out camping or whatever they do in medieval france and Clopin is spinning them some medieval version of Man Door Hand Hook Car Door and everyone is shaking in their boots as Quasi is sat there like. Is that IT? like ur absolutely terrified of THAT? are u kidding?

Uses Marie as a default name similar to how people will spit out something along the lines of like Bob/Joe/Bill whenever you ask them to name smth. That’s why 99% of his bells are named something Marie-adjacent

Read in a fic somewhere that he read nature poetry as a kid and imagined the outside world and I’m adopting that into my personal belief system.

This only applies to a Modern AU but. he’d point out bad CGI in movies. like constantly. It really ruins the immersion for him, so he just vaguely complains about it or say something like “hm that looks a bit odd” until other ppl agree or throw pillows at him slash tell him to shut up slash fill in the blank here

[una-hopeless-romantic1118]

ACT I - CHAPTER 1 ⋆.˚ ☾.˚of wolf's blood and dragon's wrath — Aemond Targaryen⋆.˚ ☾.˚

a/n: thought I would release this here :p still going to be releasing in ao3

summary, playlist, and character aesthetics

(p.s. @saturnssrings ik u requested i post the story here. so sorry I haven't been active on here since I was already doubtful the story wouldn't attract ppl, but here it is if you are still interested)

pls let me know in the comments if you would like to be added to a taglist :)

WARNINGS: not proofread, non-canon aemond bc both show!aemond and book!aemond suck, cursing, mention of blood, pathetic male yearning, graphic depictions of violence, rlly bad Northern accent dialogue

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Aiana attempted to simmer down the already tense air between the Princes, her bestest of friends. Her father called it admirable, but advised strongly against it, for reasons he does not tell her.

But of course she knew the Velaryon boys were bastard-borns; she too noticed and questioned it herself, their physical traits so distinct from Targaryen likeness. And since no one dared speak about it to her, she asked about it no longer. What made her different to the gossiping maids however, was that she was still intent in maintaining her friendship with them. She did not see the scandal the whole court seemed to grimace on about. Their characters were respectful and kind. They were her Princes, and she respected them no differently than she respected the Targaryens. And most especially if their mother, the Princess Rhaenyra, was ever so caring to her, and their father, Ser Harwin Strong, a man her Father thought suited honor well.

Aiana thought Aemond the loveliest, sweetest of all. Of course, next to Helaena. He was always gentle-mannered in everything he did with her, in teaching small phrases and words of his familial language and in comforting her when Aegon would insult her Northern habits and her adoration for her direwolf pups. 

But as friends do, they always maintained a consistency of tender love with playfulness and mischief, as one or the other always initiated in playing chase. They shared secrets and gossip they managed to grasp from whispers, and giggles as they hid under tables and dared one another to wrap a hand around a victim’s ankle to startle them. 

But their friendship was structured firmly with their adoration for one another—an understanding of each other to an extent no one else had the privilege of seeing. 

Aiana was the second born child to Rickon Stark, but the Gods already gifted the family a first born son called Cregan Stark, so right when she entered the world, she had given the Northerners another reason to find relief in the existence of her brother. She would not be treated with the utmost respect like a highborn Lord like Cregan was, only adoration, that a little she-wolf so gentle and blissful was born to during the harshest of winters.

There is no mistake that her parents still expected good judgment from her and to take her position as a proper lady seriously, but her fate was still as clear as day: she wasn’t meant for much.

Aemond was half-brother to the Princess Rhaenyra, and the second son to Queen Alicent. This line of available heirs left Aemond in the dust, but he too had a lot to prove to fulfill his title as a Targaryen prince.

They were observers, the pair of them. They were forced in the back to watch their older siblings, the priorities to everyone. But Aiana did not seek the praises Cregan would receive. All Aiana wanted was to be taken seriously, not be portrayed as a flimsy little thing, Cregan's little sister and the mighty Lord Rickon's darling daughter.

Aemond wished for the same, but it was never easy. Soon enough, he expected the whole world to pay for it.

The night of the tragedy was the first time she learned a valuable lesson. Dragons belonged to the skies and the stars, and wolves kept their patted paws in the ground.

She hated that she woke to the smallest of sounds, but to the sound of the mighty Vhagar growling outside the castle walls, she had to get out from her sweet slumber to watch in fascination.

Though distances in the sky away from her small window, Aiana squinted with all her effort at the figure atop the dragon. A new rider already? She was eager to discover who the dragon had chosen at this hour of late, and this early on, considering her former rider had just been sent to rest at sea.

The dragon neared to land, and the rider was still too small to see compared to her size. But the distinct, faint blonde hair hit Aiana like a revelation. Despite her tired state, the overwhelment from anticipation and eagerness to meet her good friend had aroused her completely awake as if it was the new day already. She quickly slipped into her shoes.

She had not a care in the realm whether her running in the empty halls were disrupting others from their own slumber; in fact, if they did wake, she would be glad in having more people celebrate the young Prince. 

Aiana was looking through every possible window to find where the Prince had landed, and upon the main hall of the Velaryon castle, she was able to arrive exactly as the new dragon rider did, at the area behind where the wake was held for the late Princess Laena.

She had sped past her fur coat, only dressed in her favorite blue sleep dress in the late hour. And now she was glad to at least have her shoes on so at least her feet were not cold and dirty.

The young Stark wolf rushed out to the back of the castle and sped down the stairs.

“Aemond!” She wheezed out as she watched the Prince jump out of the dragon’s saddle and slide down her wing, though maintaining a cautious distance and volume so as not to make the warrior dragon feel threatened.

She tried again louder but breathlessly, this time finally getting his attention.

He squinted in the dark. Aiana took another step forward the nearest torch, and Aemond broke out into a wide, relieved grin. “Aiana?” His breath was heavy, evident in the white air that expelled from his mouth. His voice alone let Aiana know he was ecstatic. “You saw?”

She nodded frantically. “It woke me from my slumber, but I did not mind. And surely not when it was you had claimed her. Well done, Aemond!” She gushed.

“Why must you dwell in the dark? Wouldn’t you like to come closer?”

“I would, yes.” She responded as she marveled at the dragon. “That is the very reason I came down.”

“Well, then, come closer,” he ushered her with his hand, an air of confidence Aiana chuckled at. 

“I would rather not. I don’t want to make her feel threatened.”

“That is nonsense, Aiana,” he let out a laugh. “I've bonded with her. She knows my heart. I want you to meet her.”

Aiana giggled to herself at how quickly Aemond is to boast his new dragon. She thought it fair, as he had waited for years, growing desperate at times enough to visit the Dragonpit unaccompanied. That is what she and the Queen Mother shared; the concern for Aemond and his tireless determination to pursue a dragon that he would place himself in such dangerous situations.

She approached under the light of the night sky, watching the massive dragon in front of her. 

Aemond laughs at her timidity. He grabs for her arm and pulls her into the light of Vhagar’s view closer.

“Aemond!” She scolded him under her breath. Her hand was naturally trembling when he slowly led her hand against Vhagar’s head, which lowered for Aiana. She looked at him in disbelief.

The gesture eased her anxiety, and despite the rough, uncomfortable feel of her scales, and the focus of her amber eyes on her, Aiana found it flattering that a creature so fearsome could find it to be sweet tempered with her. 

“Your hands are cold, Aiana.” Aemond’s hand squeezed hers. If she hadn’t peeled her eyes away from the dragon to look at him, she would have never thought the Prince’s concern was laced with amusement. “Where is your coat?”

“Do not insult me! I’m cold, but I’ll survive." Then, she giggled. "Wolves are made to adapt to whatever cruel measures one sets for us." She mocked in her Father's voice.

Aemond was quick to slip out from his coat despite. Aiana watched with a complexed but amused expression. “But you will be cold.”

“I will not,” he covers her with his cloak and ties the strings for her, his cold fingers confident and free of shaking, but they occasionally brush against her chin and neck. “I am of fire, and with a dragon I can surely prove it now.” Indeed, the smell of the dragon from his cloak —which was a strong mix of a musky and ashy smell— was quick to fill her nostrils. 

“Well, you certainly smell like one too.” She smirked, to which Aemond mimicked, taunting her high-pitched voice. 

She wrapped the thick clothing further around her, grinning at her friend. “She is marvelous, Aemond. Well done.” 

Aemond only tilted his chin up. “She will surely silence my nephews. Humble them, even.”

Aiana tried to ignore the unusual chills that crept up on her skin. She debates whether to argue back, but it would not be an argument of logic, only bias. While she cared for the Velaryon brothers, Aiana was beginning to surpass their immature, unacceptable behavior because of her pity for their legitimacy and the shame the people enforce on them that they must bear for the rest of their lives. She would defend Aemond against them when the time called for it, but she limited and chose her words in a careful manner that her defenses were small and useless.

But like her Father always tells her, “find a voice of your own,” and despite the hope that his encouragement would encourage her heart, he couldn't help but add, “but there are sure consequences to the use of it.”

Combing her hair with his bear-like hands, he would explain, “you’re a wolf of the North, little jewel. I’m raisin’ you to have judgments of your own, but I can’t promise the rest of the realm will smile down at you. They’ll frown upon you, and then at me, gossiping behind our backs to criticize my ways. You’re a little girl, who will surely grow into a woman whose single hair on her arm wouldn't raise in fear at the harshest criticism or curse. Aye, the woman you will be, so stiff against insults from lousy men—you’ll remain standing, upright, like a wolf against the strong winter winds.  

“I want you to know you have a valuable place in this world, sweetling. If you say or believe, I trust that you’ll know to think on it first with that brain of yours. And to tell the truth as it is. Don’t go and sugarcoat to coax people. A wolf’s eyes and ears are keen in observin’ their surroundings, and we can gather a lot of the world even in our silence. Especially in our silence. It’s what we decide to do with ‘em that matters, if we do our part in tellin’ the truth. Honesty inspires honor, and honor, to justice.”

How heavy the words were to a small heart like hers. Guilt plagued her quickly.

Aiana knew Aemond’s pain all too well. She too longed to prove herself worthy. To Aemond, it required a dragon for the ridiculing to stop. To Aiana, it required a male anatomy to be a son for her mother to love her. She was a failure from the beginning, no matter how hard she mirrored her brothers’ mannerisms or jests, she could be nothing like them.  

Her circumstance, though impossible to treat, allowed her to sympathize with another with a similar experience.

In this moment, Aemond needed her honesty. Her defense. Her Stark voice.

She reached for him and clung on to him in an embrace.

“How relieved I am that this pressure for a dragon on your shoulders has sloughed off,” she said against his shoulder. “It has been a lot on you, and while I care deeply for the Velaryon brothers, I tried my hardest to convince mine mind that their mistreatment of you was just playful. But I know what playful is, and it was never funny to me seeing you after another series of their jesting. I care about you as your friend and forever comrade in this cruel world. I’m sorry if it seemed like I didn’t care for your feelings.”

Aemond has been still since Aiana had practically crashed herself onto him. Aiana would hate to let go, as she never feels satisfied if the hug was not returned, but waiting for it to be returned in this way is not only awkward— it might also make the Prince feel restrained from his own will.

She lets go to look at Vhagar again, though his eyes were heavy on her.

She began to feel the pressure of them and she began twirling the strings of his cloak, muttering comments about her scales, her growling, anything, until-

“You think you must apologize?” He muttered incredulously. 

Aiana frowned. She forced herself to face him and was immediately alarmed. “Why do you look nauseated? Are you alright?”

The young Prince was standing awkwardly— uncomfortably—beside her. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at her, his breaths shallow and audible. He was in utter disbelief.

She thought she was right, that he was hurting through the newfound anger. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, Aemond. I thought it best to be hones-”

“ No, Aiana.” He responded firmly. “It boggles mine own mind how you, out of all of them, are the one to even think about apologizing.” His tone portrays correctly his disbelief. “Trust me, you have done no wrong. You are in no place to apologize. Everyone pities those bastards.”

Aiana flinched at his anger. She hoped to revert it. “That is an offensive word, Aemond.”

He only smirks. “Their whole beings are an offense to our line.”

“Aemes-”

His attention was back on Vhagar, and there is no doubt somewhere in his mind he is brewing for his revenge. Aiana twirled the strings of the cloak as she observed him, and for the first time, Aiana feared Aemond.  

The Aemond of yesterday withered away from insults, where behind closed doors he only then expresses disappointment in himself. The Aemond of now clenches his jaw, plotting, his fingers flexing, and his eyes reflecting the fire from the standing torches that is no doubt mirroring his brutal intentions. This was the Aemond she pitied, the one she would gladly comfort. Now she faces a dark soul fuming with such unfamiliar anger, Aiana could only look down from it.

She had to be honest with him. 

Aiana shifted her weight on one leg uncomfortably, and Aemond snaps free from his thoughts. “Would you like to?” He motioned to Vhagar. “I know you’d like to.”

She did. Aiana shook her head, a look of dread on her face at the thought of riding with him in this drunken state. “I’m not dressed for it.” She lies so easily for a Stark. “And in this late hour?”

Aemond laughed. “Oh, now you’re scared? You made me swear upon knifepoint you’d be the first person I take for a ride on my dragon. Don't you remember?” 

She recalls, but she cannot bear to go about the night pretending to be daft to the Prince’s new guise. Even if Aemond promised he feels no hatred for her, Aiana still felt like she might offend him for walking one foot alongside him, while the other accompanied the Velaryon boys. She does not want to side with either if it would betray the other.

But it didn’t have to be a feud, if each side would just get along. They were family. It should not have to be a challenge.

“I do not mind, Aiana.” Aemond reminded. “Vhagar wouldn’t either. I’ll keep you safe, I promise. We won’t go as high.”

“It’s late, my Prince.” She reasoned, her voice weak. “Tomorrow, when the sky is brighter, mayhaps?”

Tomorrow, mayhaps, when he is much sober from this wrath and arrogance.

“Then it’s settled.” He offered her his hand. “Let me walk you to your chambers.” 

Aiana handed him her hand. Expecting Aemond to take the lead, he instead pulls her in a hug that alarmed the young girl.

“You are my one and only true friend.” She felt him sigh into her shoulder.

She was just a few inches taller, so Aiana rested her cheek on top of the Prince's head. Her doubts still linger, but she feels for Aemond. “It is an honor,” she sniffled, finding relief that she can recognize her friend again.

Then she tugged the end of his blonde hair. “Pretty girl.”

He scowls at her while massaging his scalp. Not a minute spared he returned the action by twirling first her black hair in his fingers, and then tugging harshly down at it. “You’ve got a tangle in your hair, wolf.” He spat back.

“Compared to yours,” she swatted his finger away, “my hair is better kept. Yours is always frizzed and wild.”

“As if yours are never sticking out of place like a witch’s.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Take a bath.”

“You first.”

They left Vhagar to rest again, and she was quick to fall back to sleep with a low growl of pleasure.

Aiana, too, relaxed. Her old companion is back as she lures him away from the source of his arrogance.

“How was it then?” She sniffled from the cold. “The first flight. Must be as thrilling as it looks.”

“It is even better,” Aemond sighs blissfully. 

“Must have been terrifying, too. Was it not?” 

Aemond scoffs. “Hardly.”

Aiana only rolls her eyes, unconvinced. “There is no point in lying. Even I remember the Princess Helaena struggling to maintain a perfect balance sitting atop such a creature. Even your drunk of a brother.”

“Well, that is simply that: Aegon is a drunk. He staggers about as he loses his senses to the wine.” He pauses, hesitating. “But if I admit to it, will you tel-”

“I swear, Aemond. I will not tell.” She faced him. “Your secrets are safe, for however long you’d like. I won’t mutter any of them out even if Aegon tries to weasel his way to one. But you needn’t lie about them, either. I can read you well.”

Aemond’s whole system flooded with relief. “Then, it was a struggle to get on. But I held on tight.” It was a challenge to confess, as if being humble was a sin, and after he is searching in her face for any twitch from the restraint to laugh.

He found none, but a smile of absolute sympathy. 

“Must have been,” she looked back at Vhagar. “She’s massive. Surely, however, soon you’ll be able to ride her like it is second nature.”

She spoke with such gracefulness and kindness, it was enough to make Aemond’s heart full to burst. He is so grateful for her. So forever in her debt. His forever comrade in this cruel world.

Aemond in his late nights awake often dreamt of becoming a fearsome dragonrider, sword strapped into his waist belt, riding into battle against those who have taken advantage of Aiana and her kindness. Pathetic as his fantasies may be, the fantasies along with Aiana’s faith in him have given Aemond enough encouragement to claim his right to a dragon. Now, he rides the largest in the world.

Aiana introduced him to a friendship and kindness that he could not find in his own family. How does she expect him to accept that she is to move back to the other end of Westeros? Aemond felt like a helpless child again. 

They see the underground passageway from their distance, and all the while they walked and talked of bonding with dragons, the subject of her direwolves came up.

“They’re growing faster than I expected. Of course, my Father warned me. Cregan too, but to reflect on their tiny yapping and their fragile bodies, and remember now they’re big enough to stand on their hind feet and feed off my plate at the dinner table—I don’t think I can bear it. But, at the same time, it’s a joy to tend to them.”

“Do you miss them?” Aemond asked, and Aiana hugged herself.

“With every fiber of my being,” she thought sadly to herself. “My time away only makes me worry for them. Silly as it may sound, they are both my friends and children. It's rather lonely at home being the only girl.”

It would sure make someone scowl in snicker at the thought. 2 pups who were by all means always covered in mud, and whenever they would pounce on her, Aiana would get scolded for letting them dirty her finest dresses. Their howls could never be silenced, because they are happy and filled with pride and life. They were hounds who always woke everyone in the hall with their pawing of Aiana’s door in the early mornings, eager to be taken for their walks.

It was Ivory and Luna—it was the 2 of them, as her sworn and loyal protectors forever. Her girls.

Aemond sees the glimmer in Aiana’s eyes, lost in her thoughts. It was moments like these between them that Aemond liked to observe. He often observed things he would rather not, but of his own accord he would gladly study a beauty such as Aiana. He would even gladly argue with a thousand men who would say her shining eyes simply reflected the moon’s kind and gentle light. He knew it was more than that. It reflected her own benevolent heart that lives for those around her, deserving or not.

Aemond thought it deserving she was nicknamed the Northern Star. Everyone likes looking at pretty things, and they’re twice as desirable if they are completely out of reach. 

Aiana was a star alright, unattainable and untouchable even if she was down on this Earth walking amongst commoners and sinners and cowards. Southerners thought Northerners as filthy brutes who were below them. But here she was, Aiana, a beauty Southerners can’t help but eye for. Aemond is no different, and as much as it disappoints him to admit it, his nephews share the same observation.

But Aiana was much more than a beauty. She was indeed a spectacle in the sky that gives purpose to those who wish upon it, a sense of direction to the lost and hope to the desperate. 

Only now does Aemond allow himself to be the lost, desperate boy, if it meant being lost and desperate for Aiana. 

“What’s wrong?”

Aemond’s nose twitched, alert. “Nothing.”

“You stare quite a lot at motionless things.” Aiana looked off to her side, at the beach. “I suppose the beach is quite lovely at night. It’s calm. I’ve never been to many beaches, you know, as you can assume there are none in Winterfell. Just the same, boring lakes that freeze and melt away as the seasons pass.”

Aemond swallowed hard. “Do you plan on returning to Winterfell, then?” His voice came out hoarse. He had overheard Ser Criston and his mother discuss Lord Rickon’s plan to return soon and hoped it to be false. 

It was a question that has been plaguing his mind and soul lately. Even though he wished Winterfell was a place Aiana hated and despised as much as he did King’s Landing, her solemn “yes,” plunged into his heart brutally.

Aiana was quick enough to pick up his sagging shoulders. “Winterfell is my home, Aemond,” she shook him. “Of course I must return.”

“But what of your studies with Septa Marinah?” was his first attempt.

“I have my own Septa at home, Septa Elayne.”

“But Septa Marinah is one of the best. She’s young and patient and kind-”

“Aemond-”

“And what of Lord Stark and Cregan? They must uphold their duties here.” 

“My father is just an old friend of the King. He has no duties expected of him here except to accompany your father in his hunts and wine tasting. We are temporary invited guests from the North, and so we must return home, sooner than later. I know our fathers and your uncle have bonded over hunting,” she gave him a tight lipped smile, “but this isn’t my home, Aemond. I hate the sun’s intensity here. I wish to go home.”

But Winterfell is a sad, gray place, he wanted to reason. What about the flowers you enjoy so much you’ve made it a habit to collect them and make everyone flower crowns? What sign of life can you find in the desolate North?

He kicked the sand, frowning. “It snows here, too...”

“We’ll still see one another as we always have all throughout our lives,” she added as they entered the cave. “Every name day and every wedding, we shall come back. It’ll be an offense to the King, your father, if we don’t.”

Aemond let out a small grunt as he stared at his own two feet, too pained to look at her. He already foresees his future days. He might as well resort to living in the skies, among the clouds, if he can’t walk the land without the Northern Star by his side.

“Can’t you just ask for your direwolves to be sent here?”

Aiana chuckled. “Aemond–”

“It’s him!” A voice squeaked from out of the quiet. “And the Lady Stark’s with him!”

Aiana noticed a look of betrayal in Baela and she returned a puzzled one. Soon followed Jacaerys, Lucerys, and her little sister, Rhaena. 

Feeling the sudden, overwhelming heat of the 5 young dragons around her, practically fuming fire from their nostrils, Aiana slipped out from Aemond’s cloak. “Have we done something wrong?”

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[inariyazaki]

ok so like I just finished “Bocchi The Rock” just recently and

i started thinking ab how the haikyuu teams would react or smth like that

im prbly gonna make this a series but yeah 

lets start with our all time favorite, Karasuno !!

ENJOYYY

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ʸ/ᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴿᴼᶜᴷ! ♪♫

KARASUNO

♩ - They’re overjoyed!! To hear that their heavily introverted manager has FINALLY found people to talk to

♩ - it’s a great thing that they all share the same interests!!

♩ - even they ( Karasuno ) can’t make y/n speak or do something like that, let alone perform in front of people!!!

♩ - they’re extremely proud, ESPECIALLY Kiyoko and Sugawara

♩ - “they’ve grown so much…. (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)” “they have.” - Sugawara and Kiyoko

♩ - Tanaka and Nishinoya almost cried in joy and almost tackled you ( Ennoshita grabbed them by the collar before they did )

♩ - everyone was so supportive!!

♩ - when you said that your first gig will happen soon and you had to sell a specific amount of tickets, you had to get more from the manager so that everyone could come

♩ - then a hard weather struck, despite putting up paper dolls to fend off the storm

♩ - you and your bandmates were DEVASTED, only a few ppl showed up

♩ - the bassist you met that helped you promote your band and had a street performance came though!!!

♩ - then suddenly, they came!! Even Yachi and Kiyoko came!!

♩ - your bandmates were pleasantly surprised, but was happy that a bunch of people came to watch anyways ( even if the large group came for you specifically )

♩ - at the end of the gig, the third years cried ( Kiyoko shed a few tears, after all, you were improving as a person. )

♩ - even though you still had room for improvement to look at the crowd when performing, everyone believed that it was worth walking in the heavy storm ( “Tsukki liked the performance! I can tell because he was really focused on you!” - Yamaguchi )

♩ - all in all, everyone love you dearly and is very proud of you

ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿ ᴴᴱᴬᴰᶜᴬᴺᴼᴺˢ! ♪♫

#¹ ᴰᵃⁱᶜʰⁱ ˢᵃʷᵃᵐᵘʳᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - when he first met you as Karasuno’s manager training for Yachi’s support in the future, he was reaaaal hesitant

♩ - but when everyone learned that you played the guitar, everything went batshit ( positively )

♩ - but he’s supportive, your number one supporter absolutely 

♩ - watches you play cs he wants to make sure you arent injured

♩ - he isn’t aware that you’re THAT guitar he sees on his feed

♩ - thinks you’re very good at the guitar !!

♩ - he thinks your personality is a very big contrast into what you play ( rock )

♩ - thought you were a completely different person when playing the guitar ( partially true ig )

♩ - will continue to support your future gigs!! 

♩ - if you go professional one day, he says he’d go to every gig he can 

#² ˢᵘᵍᵃʷᵃʳᵃ ᴷᵒᵘˢʰⁱ! ♪♫

♩ - was so surprised when he learned you played the guitar

♩ - was probably thinking ukelele BUT NOOO

♩ - his eyes widened when he saw that large ass case and when you opened it it was an electric guitar

♩ -”????” was written all over his face

♩ - thinks ure still a cutie tho

♩ - he LOVES looking at your focused expression when trying to learn a new song

♩ - is so overjoyed he’s losing his mind

♩ - “MY Y/N IS SO TALENTED (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)” - Sugawara

♩ - when he learned you can play acoustic, he visited your place and listened to you play

♩ - he had SUCH a big grin it was so cute

♩ - not that u noticed since u were too preoccupied with the guitar

#³ ᴬˢᵃʰⁱ ᴬᶻᵘᵐᵃⁿᵉ ♪♫

♩ - You didn't expect he'd be so nervous when you touched the guitar

♩ - tbf you threw the guitar in your hands ( js shows your bond w the guitar 🤲 )

♩ - he, too, was also “????”

♩ - he worries for your ears 

♩ - and fingers, he noticed that they had scars and looked rough

♩ - he sees you as a talented person though!! 

♩ - he had a hunch you were THAT popular guitarist but just thought he was hallucinating

♩ - is willing to go to your gigs to support you!! Even if the people there are intimidating!!

#⁴ ʸᵘᵘ ᴺⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵒʸᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - His eyes went BRIGHT.

♩ - As if there were stars in his eyes!! Really!!

♩ - He was really amazed when he heard from Ennoshita that you play the guitar

♩ - Same as Sugawara, he was expecting something small like a ukelele or something like that based from your personality

♩ - Seeing that electric guitar in your hands, he smiles so brightly it shows his extroverted energy

♩ - will go to your gigs no matter when and where, LITERALLY.

♩ - in his timeskip, he travels around the world, and if he hears any news that you're gig is somewhere around the world, HE WILL AUTOMATICALLY GO THERE.

♩ - ALSO your number 1 supporter behind the 3rd years !!

#⁵ ᴿʸᵘⁿᵒˢᵘᵏᵉ ᵀᵃⁿᵃᵏᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - Was the most interested one honestly

♩ - since he was a “punk” or “gangster”, I feel like he'd be interested in punk music

♩ - it just so happens you cover punk music in secret!!

♩ - the first to find out that you were THAT guitarist, but didn't tell anyone for obvious reasons

♩ - he's actually pretty quiet whenever you're practicing with Karasuno

♩ - again, is willing to go to every gig you have if he's not too busy

♩ - ( the timeskip ) at one gig, he came with Kiyoko as a way to celebrate their wedding, and Tanaka cried at the amount of people who came to watch you

♩ - “Y/N HAS IMPROVED SO MUCH. (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡” - Tanaka, Kiyoko was rubbing his back as you awkwardly stand there.

♩ - after the gig, he learned that a lot of people came specifically for YOU and he cried in Kiyoko's arms again

#⁶ ᶜʰⁱᵏᵃʳᵃ ᴱⁿⁿᵒˢʰⁱᵗᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - The sweetest 🥹

♩ - First to find out you played the guitar

♩ - he spotted you in one of the classrooms, on the brink of tears cs your guitar's string wouldn't tune well, so you thought it'd break ( since the guitar was given by your father, you didn't want to break it of course )

♩ - helped you calm down, even helped you fix the guitar

♩ - just watched you the whole time you practiced

♩ - LOVER BOY.

♩ - helped you patched up your fingers too when they had cuts and blisters

♩ - if the 3rd years are you number one supporter, then he's your number 1 fanboy

♩ - similar to Tanaka, he literally broke down due to the improvement.

♩ - “I feel so proud (´ ͡༎ຶ ͜ʖ ͡༎ຶ `)” - Ennoshita

♩ - safe to say, you'll always see his face during gigs and concerts.

#⁷ ᴴⁱˢᵃˢʰⁱ ᴷⁱⁿᵒˢʰⁱᵗᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - lord bless his soul

♩ - when he saw your hands all blistered and covered in some tape he full on panicked

♩ - when you explained, his eyebrows raised

♩ - he stood there awkwardly and went like “oh.”

♩ - but despite everything, he was really invested whenever you'd practice with Karasuno

♩ - he sees you as someone ambitious, talented, and gifted

♩ - when he received the news you were in a band, he was skeptical due to your very Introvertedness

♩ - but in the end, he believed you

♩ - during your first gig, he was as nervous as you for some reason!!

♩ - but before the song you and your band created start, you hear him audibly whispered “You can do it!!” Together with Yamaguchi

♩ - Is still super nervous when going to your future gigs

♩ - he saw your improvement and is super proud and happy where you are at!!

#⁸ ᴷᵃᶻᵘʰⁱᵗᵒ ᴺᵃʳⁱᵗᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - he was also quite shocked, but one of the people to have expected you had a hidden talent

♩ - at some point, he wanted to ask you if you could teach him, but brushed it off

♩ - is super duper supportive!!

♩ - one time during one of your gigs ( a future gig ), he persuaded his family to come

♩ - they did NOT regret, his family said they wanted to come to the next gig

♩ - you were still very awkward that time, so you just awkwardly bowed as a thank you

♩ - mans great at persuading people cause bro got a lot of people into your music

♩ - ( time skip ) he still listens to your music even if he doesn't physically go to your gigs and concerts

♩ - he streams and shares your music to a lot of people he knows!

♩ - your number 1 moral support 🥹

#⁹ ᵀᵒᵇⁱᵒ ᴷᵃᵍᵉʸᵃᵐᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - when he first heard your skills in the guitar, he was so stiff

♩ - it's like that one time where he couldn't compliment Tsukishima

♩ - when he praised you, it was so awkward.

♩ - but, Sugawara came in to save the day and clear up what Kageyama meant

♩ - he.. Surprisingly listens to your music on an mp3 player ( back then )

♩ - during timeskip, he listens to your music, whether it'd be rock / punk music, soft music, solos, collabs, etcetera, he'd listen to it before volleyball matches

♩ - in all honesty, you were the second person Kageyama was close to, so he wants to support you in any way possible

♩ - not that he'd admit anything..

♩ - even when he doesn't go to your concerts and gigs, he's there virtually watching your concerts and gigs through the screen together with his other teammates in the Adlers

#¹⁰ ˢʰᵒʸᵒ ᴴⁱⁿᵃᵗᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - Was literally SO HYPED when he learned you played the guitar

♩ - “can you play something?! Pleaseee?!” - Hinata

♩ - thinking back at it, Hinata was probably your best hype man

♩ - he persuaded you to perform in one of the events in Karasuno, and it was a success

♩ - same as Narita, he invited his whole family ( except Natsu cause she wasn't allowed ) in your first gig, and you gained a lot and a lot of praise

♩ - Hinata is always, ALWAYS present when your practicing

♩ - he'd always be near you, sitting beside you, in front of you, etcetera

♩ - he's hyperfocused!! If only he can be this focused during class

♩ - he asked if he could be taught one day

♩ - he retracted that statement after learning his hands can get affected bro did not want to sacrifice it for the sake of volleyball

♩ - same as Kageyama, due to being a professional volleyball player, he doesn't have much time in his hands

♩ - but he'd listen to your music the night before a match, and just a few minutes before a match

♩ - he'll always support you!!

#¹¹ ᴷᵉⁱ ᵀˢᵘᵏⁱˢʰⁱᵐᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - bro looked like he expected it

♩ - well, actually he did, after seeing how rough your fingertips are, he had a hunch

♩ - also one of the few people that knows you're THAT guitarist ykyk

♩ - as much as he seems uninterested, he was actually invested during your first gig

♩ - he personally believed that you carried the second song after the first song being so untuned

♩ - but he won't say shit.

♩ - since you both are quiet, you two bond quite well

♩ - at some point you two were alone in the classroom, you were quiet as you strum the guitar

♩ - you can assume that's the time where Tsukishima started tolerating you better

♩ - he doesn't seem like a fan of your music, but during your high school days??

♩ - he had every song downloaded in his mp3, no one knew even Yamaguchi

♩ - that was his lil secret hehe

♩ - up until now, he listens to your music ( your solos and the soft music ) during studying, and the other music ( your punk / rock music ) before matches

♩ - it's his personal “hype man”

♩ - he'll always secretly support you from the shadows

#¹² ᵀᵃᵈᵃˢʰⁱ ʸᵃᵐᵃᵍᵘᶜʰⁱ! ♪♫

♩ - sweetie 🥹 (2)

♩ - he was the first to point out your fingers, that's how Tsukishima found out actually

♩ - whenever you'd leave your guitar alone and he's near the guitar, he'd always guard it just in case someone wanted to hold it

♩ - he even cleaned it once!!

♩ - when he could play music, he'd play your soft ( kind of lofi vibe ) ones on the speaker, or one of your solos where you sing and your voice is really comforting

♩ - he loves listening to you hum when you're practicing

♩ - Yamaguchi would share his mp3 playlist with other Karasuno members, or other people in general HAHAHA

♩ - loverboy. (2)

♩ - your number 2 fanboy. 🥹

[bajablastflavoredsaxreed]

hello i have Some Thoughts about the newest magp episode

spoilers under the cut 👁️

statement was good :). didn’t give me the same spooks as the others so far but horror is so personal there’s gonna be some that don’t sit with you

i will only give up the tma fear system if jonathan sims himself pries it from my cold dead hands so for this one i feel like it was a blend of like

spiral lonely flesh stranger (maybe some vast)

also girl. that is NOT how u write an essay lmao. she rly was like ☺️ i don’t have any research 😌 but (tells the most horrifying thing that has happened in her life) 😊 i think this will be valuable to study

another norris episode-nothing specifically “martin” abt this one for the theory that they put em in the puter

oh MAN they are not shying away from TMA in this one. gerard keay is a PAINTER who lives with his GRANDMA GERTRUDE ROBINSON whom he refers to as GG! Celia is on a PODCAST with someone named GEORGIE! speaking of celia-alternate realities? time travel? i’m picking up what they are putting down i believe

sam is so in love with celia it’s sickening. rusty quill and starkid rly know how to get me invested in straight ppl

also gwen and alice had BETTER kiss one of these days. like at first i wasn’t rly feeling it. but you can only hate someone so much before it’s just a passionate relationship (eg: batman and joker)

also noooo colin 😔 10£ say he’s trapped in his flat by worms (i love tma season one with all my heart)

also klaus is an anagram for ‘lukas’ and since gerry keay is living with gertrude in london im not taking ANY chances with this show. if peter lukas shows up not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the sole purpose of being able to skip all the parts where he is amentioned or alive

also i love the sound design in this - rly captures the feeling that we are listening to something we are not supposed to. like..security cameras and phones have replaced tape recorders and that makes it feel a lot scarier bc i do not have a tape recorder but i am surrounded by tech 24/7

so excited to see where this goes, especially w what we know from the arg

[eruverse]

Another Ivan Braginsky headcanon

I keep perfecting my Ivan and I think this isn’t his final form yet but here it goes:

- Religion: none, but he’s no staunch atheist. He was a firm atheist during USSR era but these days he just doesn’t have ‘God in his daily life’ even though he keeps some superstitions and is respectful and even compliant of some Orthodox traditions during certain holidays. Some of his superstitions he developed on his own even, since he was a really sensitive child. Basically he doesn’t really think about it and is just a cultural observer.

- Sexuality: he just doesn’t think about it. Technically bi so he can get on with anyone and he has, but he thinks it’s useless for someone as old as he is to scrutinize one’s own sexuality very seriously. If he likes someone he’s either going to get it on or he’ll just suffer in silence, shit about sexuality. Is actually chill with any sexuality or kinks as long as it’s kept private — what he hates is the overt display of sexuality in public. Then he’ll start cursing ‘woke western culture’.

Regarding his romantic/sexual experiences: not as few as people think, not as many as people think. Neither prude nor promiscuous, but I would say those experiences tend to be on the more scarce end. He is not without drive but also isn’t desperate; can go a long time without sex. Contrary to popular belief, the USSR wasn’t his harem and he had probably the least sex out of all (or being one of the least promiscuous there). If sexual experiences are already scarce, the people who have ever been his actual lovers are even more so he probably can count them on one hand. Why? He is actually a distrustful person with a lot of paranoia so he hardly ever lets people in, though I would say, what he is even remotely desperate of is love (not necessarily romance though that is also nice). Therefore once he gets a lover he can stay committed for a long time, at least mentally if not technically. Ivan does not forget people and keeps dear ones close to his heart, and probably people who dislike him even closer.

- Contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t look that miserable from outside. Or at least, if you think he is miserable enough he actually has more of that stuff kept inside. He contemplates his misery through books and pieces of literature he pores into, or when he’s being insomniac and contemplating shits. Other than that though, he doesn’t really show it; most other people cannot understand anyway, or will start misunderstanding stuff.

- For him, those who can still bemoan fate are both privileged and still doing well enough actually. But those who are at the brink of it? They suddenly just, go. Ivan might not see the light at the end of tunnel nine times out of ten but he has life, life, life to go through. Life goes on regardless even if you’re miserable; Ivan is a person like this.

- Accent: is capable of speaking accent-less English but keeps using Russian accent and even emphasizing stresses bc it scares people. Especially because he is so huge it throws people off.

- I once said he was ‘insane’. But I then wrote him in fanfics and he came off mostly eccentric instead, at least from the outside. Basically tho, he wouldn’t just go off right off the bat and hit people or anything; he can, and he will if provoked enough, but mostly it’s just threats which he doesn’t follow through either because he’s a slob, because he means it to be empty, or because it’s just fun. But if you speak to him it’ll be pretty apparent he has some loose screws in his head indeed, especially if you’re close. He kind of thinks it’s just ‘normal human state’ to be having some loose screws tho.

- Morbid sense of humor and downright demented at times. He thinks it’s normal but also will tell these kind of jokes a lot because it creeps people out and he knows it. He likes those reactions.

- Ivan is a man of many layers, and often ppl cannot determine whether what they see is the real Ivan or what he wants to show. That’s if they’re not close; those close to him will be able to hazard better guesses, but sometimes they’ll also miss terribly. Why’s that? No one knows. Ivan looks both like someone who overthinks things and not think at all at the same time. Maybe there’s no difference between these two!

- Part of the many layers is just protection: Ivan doesn’t trust you and he doesn’t even trust himself. It’s also the case tho that what ppl think of himself is often so much cooler than what he actually is and thus he just goes with that (tho sometimes he’s annoyed because hey it’s Too Different).

- Resident troll (if that’s what people wish). Will lie or hide stuff (if you deserve it). But often he’ll lie just because he can. Everyone lies, what’s the difference? Things are bad, but they’re the same bad everywhere else.

- Is both better and worse at things people accuse him of doing/being. But what is true is that he is a slob.

- Lets problems grow and procrastinates on solving them. When they kick him in the ass, he solves them badly and feels betrayed by fate.

- Is actually pretty generous. Just unreliable af at times (either from mismanagement, misremembering, prioritizing the wrong things… all kinds of things)

- Has both deep insecurities and deep pride. Funny that these things usually exist at the same time in people! He both wants to be like others (to fit in, to be accepted) and only being ‘himself’ because there’s no other way. Being himself, being different, because he is rejected anyway, what’s the catch?

- Will quote Russian poems or pieces of literature during situations that call for it (will refrain from mentioning specific poems here bc that says more abt me than abt Ivan Braginsky lmao)

- He’s not visibly excited about kids though will totally have his own if he could, maybe just one tho. Totally envies humans, including the fact that they’re able to permanently die.

[elysiangrace]

His Sina Lady✨️

This is a small hc between Levi and my oc ;( I'm sorry it's not y/n x Levi .... I'm just really proud of this moment between them 🫶

There's no warnings actually! It's hurt/comfort drabble <3 + established relationship (sorry if there's any typos + this is my first time writing something like that)

Notes : my oc is actually from Mitras/sina and I Hc that they have a total different dialect from the rest of ppl in the walls , so whenever she tries to talk her accent really stands out. She's a little bit insecure about it now since Levi despises Sina ppl....

It's been a long day in the Survey Corps HQ , it's one of these days were Grace felt like walking on eggshells , everyday is a struggle , but today felt like she could collapse at any given moment.

The Expeditions were delayed to a further due , so there was tons of paperwork to do instead, along with the harsh training, her muscles ached in pain , legs barley carrying her through the hallways , one document is left to deliver to the captain's office and she should be done for the night.

Visiting him wasn't bad, they would sit for a warm cup of tea , working in a comforting silence , they've been seeing eachother for a while now , unexpected but they are trying to figure things out, everything is surprisingly going smooth with no rush at all.

However Grace seemed hesitant on her way , not sure if she should take any step further , she didn't feel like seeing him at all tonight.

His words the other day stuck within her , ringing inside her head like church bells, she was very conscious about herself around him ... to some extent, his opinions about her felt important, she wanted to stand out good and never like a spoiled rotten Sina lady to the humanity strongest...

Grace was confident, always been , it's just hard to maintain that confidence when everyone is throwing her flaws at her face. Traits that she didn't ask to be born with , she would usually brush it off ,but it felt as if her colleagues kept picking up on her accent today as well.

Either joking about how weird she sounded speaking the regular dialect , or that she's just showing off her wealth to remind them of their place. No matter how much she tried to blend in , she's just a silly rich girl in their eyes regardless of the years they have spent working together.

Grace is all over the place , recalling what he said this morning, she wished she never overheard him bitching about Sina's folks to the commander, their way of having an upper class dialect to sound so different from others irritated him.

Although he never made any snarky comments about her way of talking, that still offended her..

Did he kept it all to himself the whole time?

Is this Levi's attempt to be nice to her ? He could've said something , he's not the kind to sugarcoat anyone anyway... why didn't he approach her about it in the first place?

This shouldn't be bothering her so much, she told herself, but it's too much to bear, especially since she's now standing outside his office.

She took a deep breath , assuring herself that it would be over soon and began gently knocking waiting for a response.

"Name and Business?"

" it's m- Grace Nikolai sir" she stated , maintaining her professional manner.

"Get in"

She enters his office quietly after he gave his permission, walking straight forward and placing the documents on his desk.

Levi didn't look up at her as he was fixated on whatever report in his hand, but took a quick glance at the new stack of papers that just arrived and scowled,

" Erwin wants me to sign all of these?"

"Hmm" she added with a nod , Levi muttered what appeared to be a curse under his breath , there's nothing he could do about it, they needed to be done and the captain didn't waste any time into it.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" he gestured at the sofa infront of him while still sticking his eyes into paperwork.

Grace shook her head , hiding her hands behind her back while he looked at her in confusion , "you will stay like that until I'm done with these??"

"Hmm" she hummed avoiding his eyes , fidgeting with the end of her sleeve , Levi raised one eyebrow, not getting exactly what's happening with her , she's giving him noises instead of actually talking directly to him , he huffed and shifted back in his seat crossing his arms, " it will take time"

She shrugged at his comment, remaining silent, which started to irk him even more ,

"Did your tongue got cut or what?"

Another shook from her head was all he got.

"Grace speak for fucks sake" his tone wasn't harsh yet demanding , this isn't like her at all..he thought , she seemed to zone out for a moment , Levi closed his eyes in frustration and let out a sigh , his gaze softens when he looks back at her ,

"Hey what's wrong?"

Her emotions got the best of her, she couldn't suppress the sharp pain in her throat , fighting back tears as she's trying to gasp for air , shame is swallowing her , she never felt this small infront of anyone and out of all people...it had to be him.

It didn't take her long to leave his office , running down the stairs as quickly as possible , she won't let him see her like that, she can't cry for a man even for him .

Her ankle twisted causing her to yelp , this was the cherry on top for everything, not to mention that she just embarrassed herself infront her captain, how absurd ...

She sat down hugging her knees to her chest, finally allowing her tears to fall down.

How stupid she was for doing that , she blamed herself, she just proved that she's indeed a silly rich sina lady, it never mattered to her...but now it hit her hard, it hurted so much...being reduced to nothing other than a pretty, good for nothing doll..

Maybe Levi is right? Maybe everyone saw what she couldn't, She was just too ignorant to look at it.

Slowly steps were making its way towards Grace , she was turning her back at him ,

He finally found her , hugging herself tightly as if she's trying to shield her body, he wonders what pushed her to be in this state, it broke him to see her like that , let alone the fact that she tried to hide how she felt away from him....

He quietly approached her, sitting down leaving some space between them , he crossed his arms looking down at his boots , " Did you get diarrhea? Leaving my office so dramatically like that ?"

Silent chuckles were barley heard from her and she lifted her head up to face him, eyes swollen , her grey eyelids almost becoming red , a deep frown crossed her face.

Grace stood up ,forgetting her unfortunate twisted ankle, another yelp escaped her mouth returning back down next to him,

" Did you hurt yourself?" Levi asked with a concerned tone reaching out to her ,

" yeah felt like it, should've broken my neck instead "

Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance firmly holding her hand, "don't say shit like that, let's get you to the infirmary "

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

His eyes widened at her reaction , he loosened his grip over her hand and before he could say anything, Grace was quick to shoot him another furious look ,

"Just... why do you want to help a spoiled sina bitch like me ??"

"What..?? The fuck you're talking about??"

Grace hid her face again in embarrassment, sobbing non stop while he's awkwardly standing , not really sure how to fix something he accidentally broke due to his lack of attention,

"Just go !! Leave!! So you don't have to tolerate my ridiculous way of talking!"

"Grace , I can't understand shit from what you are trying to say ,What's wrong with the way you talk ??"

Her face was a mess, her long eyelashes are all wet from the uncontrollable tears , Levi kneeled down to her , his thumb brushing over her cheeks.

She can't bring herself to look at him in the eye , she's pouting at his touch which made him withdraw to let her wipe her face ,

" does my background piss you off? The way I talk ...??"

"No...No ? Why would it bother me?"

something sparked into his mind , recalling this morning events , he remembered being so fed up after he met few higher ups from the MP along with Erwin, he didn't like how they spoke with them and it clearly pissed him off , they happened to have the same accent as Grace too...which he clearly forgot about ..

" Did.. you perhaps heard what...

... what i said in that meeting ?"

She nodded , biting her lower lip,

" unfortunately yeah "

she closed her eyes and sighed, "I know... you didn't really meant that..they got on your nerves".

Grace clinched her fist staring at the ground,

" it's just... hearing that coming from you hurted me alot, do you always have to put an act with me because you hate how I speak?"

guilt was eating him alive, he wasn't expecting that, not in a million years.

She cried... fucking cried because of this mouth of his, he can't for the love of god control anything about his sharp words ..

If anything..Grace proved his assumptions wrong the moment he met her, she wasn't anything like them...to him at least.

He really didn't mean it..he utters bullshit blinded by his anger...his tongue slipped this morning and he needed to make it up to her at all costs.

Levi clenched his jaw, a deep crease forming between his eyebrows, he cleared his throat fixing his collar shirt,

" what I said.. you shouldn't take it to heart"

"Yeah?" She muttered, making a low chuckle , trying to wipe her face with her sleeve until he stopped it , taking out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket , he hesitated for a second before coming closer but she didn't seem to mind his touch " Don't get them dirty idiot"

" Not very appropriate for a lady like me no?"

" No it's fucking disgusting "

Grace scoffed rolling her eyes at him , Levi tilted his head, adjusting the few strands of hair behind her ear , " I didn't.. mean it...the shit I said.."

" I know Captain..just forget it..I'm the one who's sensitive and took it personally-"

"Fuck no .. can you just let me ?"

She realised how worked up he was over it... which made her feel bad for him , she knows how bold and rough he can get, he never judged her for who she is but it sucked when she heard that.

" it wasn't directed at you...I wasn't having any of their shit ..it turned out like that"

Levi took a deep breath, his chest felt tight , he was a man of few words and he needed to express himself in the right way without messing it up , Grace knew he was doing his best into this ,which was very much appreciated.

" so.. don't think less of yourself Grace" , he leaned closer resting his forhead on hers ,

He held her hands , his thumb brushing over her palms ,

" People keep treating me as if I'm the one who chose to be born like this , I understand why they may think like that .. but I wasn't privileged either"

"I know" he whispered, he knows it , better than anyone, being looked down because of his birthplace , people kept shoving it into his face in his first years on the surface. She never made him feel less of himself because of it, yet he did it to her instead , he was so ashamed of himself ,

" I couldn't help but feel so stupid sir "

He gave her a silent nod,

" You made me feel so small " She smacked his chest sobbing, " you can't expect me to always get the meaning behind your harsh words on my own !!"

" Grace look at me "

He lifts her chin up to meet his gaze, his thumb softly rubbing her cheek , then slowly pulling her closer to his embrace.

He gave her a gentle kiss on the shoulder,

"Sorry" Levi whispered into her ear, and she couldn't hold her cries any longer, Grace buried her face into his chest while he gently rubbed her back, his soft lips brushed against her hair, reassuring her.

Grace pulled back from him, still not looking into his eyes but she noticed how she left a stain onto his jacket, she gasped, "Your Jacket !!! "

He eyed his shoulder then returned his gaze back to her , " It's nothing"

" give it to me I will wash it!"

" you will be taken to the infirmary "

Leaving no chance for her to resist, she was already being held and lifted up , his strong arms carrying like she weights nothing to him , "I.. can walk on my own " she murmured,

" yeah not when you are about to break your neck running down these stairs"

She couldn't help but giggle at his remark , which made him huff and scowl at her ,

" Get mad at me all you want but don't fucking hurt yourself while you're at it tch.."

" Roger that sir ".

[angevinyaoiz]

Hiii, I'm a newbie :') Could you recommend me books and documentaries about Richard and Philip, and that period in general (12th century)? I read somewhere that a new book about their relationship came out recently. Thank you <3

Hi! Thanks for asking. Its funny since I still think of myself as a "newbie" in a lot of ways since I just got into this whole mess of 12th Century England/France drama probably around like last December, so there are definitely lots of people who know more (ppl, feel free to suggest anything if I haven't mentioned it)

To my knowledge there aren't any specific books or sources that are just about their interactions (aside from That One Recent Fiction book that is. Well that's it's OWN thing lmao) but since the family affairs of the Angevin-Plantagenets and the French kings were very closely entwined with the rest of the family and various other parties, there's lots of overlap.

I personally love it because on one hand it's Free Soap Opera Entertainment, and on the other, a look at a time and environment that is very fascinating and extremely different than the time we live in now. Here I've listed the different books and video I've gotten around to, my thoughts on them, as well as some of my thoughts on uhhhh historical RPF shipping in general:

Books:

The Plantagenets by Dan Jones - An overview of the dynasty overall. A good general read, and available as audiobook! Should be available in most libraries. I haven't finished it since I've only read up to the reign of Henry III, but it presents the overall timeline in an entertaining and straightforward way, with a lot of general context and room for showing the colorful personalities of these Messy Bitches

Henry the Young King by Matthew Strickland - this is probably my FAVORITE of the books I've read so far! Sadly out of print, but it's available to borrow on The Internet Archive, and copies can be found pretty easily on eBay :) It focuses on Henry II's original heir, the titular Henry the Young King, eldest of his son who was co-crowned with him, rebelled against him, fought against Richard in Aquitaine, and died early. It goes into a study of his person and role in the politics of the day, how kingship and war were viewed in the 12th century and a lot about the weird lord/vassal relationship between the French and English Kings that made up the bulk of the conflict and drama. Very long and comprehensive, but very readable. I came away with a much better understanding of everything from this book especially.

Richard the Lionheart: King and Knight by Jean Flori. Flori has a very entertaining writing style that somehow is very funny to me when he's talking about the interpersonal dramas, especially with Philip during and after the crusades. The first half is a biography, the latter half of the book is devoted to exploring the concept of chivalry and how it developed, and also exploring subjects of Richard's legend and image

He has many amusing but overall respectful beefs with fellow historian John Gillingham's scholarship throughout, especially in regards to the much debated subject of his sexuality.

Richard I by John Gillingham - haven't finished this one yet but enjoying what I've read so far. Gil is more detailed in some aspects, which is pretty fun. Apparently he has a reputation (from Flori) for being a bit too much of a Richard fanboy which I haven't come across yet but he is informative, including accounts from Muslim historians during the Third crusade.

I haven't read as much specific media/biographies about Philip and the Capetians, and thus all my media is very Plantagenet-biased. there is an educational graphic novel in French that looks interesting but I don't have access to it (and also I don't speak French but. Ah well). For my purposes however since the role of Louis Vii and Philip II are very entwined with the story of the Angevins we do get a pretty decent look into people's personalities, decisions and behaviors, and how they viewed loyalty and kingship in a lot of the books above.

VIDEOS

"Britain's Bloodiest Dynasty" timeline documentary centering about King Henry and his drama with Becket and his sons and hosted by Dan Jones (who also wrote The Plantagenets, which I listed in the books section) It's a pretty fun and understandable intro, even if the overly dramatic faux Game of Thrones reenactment is really corny and also hard to see because the lighting is SO dim. It's a little oversimplified and focuses a bit too much on analyzing Henry's Personality as the source of his Issues rather than maybe looking at a wider picture, but it's fun and very beginner friendly.

Confessions de l'histoire - french web series in a reality show "confessional" style about historical figures, there's a video on the 2nd crusade (focuses on Eleanor of Aquitaine and Louis VII's relationship), and one on the 3rd crusade (with Richard and Philip) It's very comedic focused but from what I've watched includes a LOT of detail. It scratches my itch for that goofy edutainment but good quality.

Secrets de Histoire - Alienor d'Aquitaine - this one is also french only but documentary focusing on Eleanor's life . It also has very goofy Reenactors in it with one of the worst wigs I've ever seen, as well as reusing footage from the earlier documentary and other movies loool

"The Place of Battle in the Context of Civil War c. 1100-1217" Lecture by Matthew Strickland about how people viewed (or avoided) Battles specifically in the context of civil wars and dynastic contexts. - I love watching lectures by the authors of books ive read, and this one is both very watchable and provides some great context!

On Shipping

My approach to my yaoi delusions (both in general fiction and in perceptions of historical people) is mostly that i am less concerned about "was XYZ queer FOR REAL," since while I do find serious discussions of historical queer history etc very interesting, a lot of this is more separately blasting my problematic sicko radioactive beam of perception in any direction lol. I like seeing characters who are tied up in a web of context (especially familial/dynastic context) and I love knowing familial-cultural background since it gives me a lot of fun material to work with for characterization. Learning more details the better for me, since a lot of the reality is stranger and more fortuitous than fiction , and thats what makes the characters unique, having so many angles to them. But also in the end, it really is all a delusion informed by my very 21st century fujo inventor taste, and I like keeping that in mind, as a sort of separate category from being informative haha. I could write about my headcanons and how I make things interact with the fictional portrayals, as well as thoughts on eh various problematicisms. But this has gone on long enough. Those are posts for another day...That being said I'm weak for both serious drama behavior and really silly drama behavior and the way people come across in these books especially lend itself well to both .

Hope this was somewhat helpful! I enjoyed reading a lot of this a lot, it's a fascinating subject, thanks for giving me a chance to ramble about it.

[easy-revenge]

hey!! idk if tumblr ate my ask, the himeno brainrot has faded or if you just didn’t feel like it (which is so valid lmao no worries) but i would love to hear your headcanons for her!! xx

hiii so sorry !! i actually started answering ur ask when i was on vacation a couple weeks back and then i didnt have enough ideas and put it in my drafts....and to no one's surprise i forgot about it lmao so thank u for reminding me !!

also i can't NOT have himeno brainrot atp don't worry heheh

however im afraid I won't deliver too much on this bc instead of like individual headcanons ive mostly just filled in the blanks that canon left with my own things (often self-indulgent) and made up a life for himeno which i now basically treat as canon lmao (yes this is delusion central)

i will attempt this though but fair warning that a lot of the behaviors and things i associate with her aren't very wholesome or a jolly good time (i suffer daily with this brain)

(cw for mentions of addiction and a lil bit of drugs, i promise it gets more lighthearted after the first few ones lmao)

so, starting off strong, I don't think himeno spends a lot of her time sober. namely, i headcanon her almost always running on some kind of buzz. i think it's established that she handles her liquor well so i dont think it would be noticeable at work, but considering she trained under kishibe for a long time, i can see her having a flask of her own and sipping at it throughout the day.

in the same spirit, i think she would also take any opportunity to properly get wasted. friday nights with aki at her apartment, outings with the people from work etc, especially if she doesn't have work in the morning. i think maybe she believes she's more fun to be around when drunk.

i don't think these behaviors are about entertainment, but rather a way she's found to be more "functional" and able to keep doing what she does and uphold the carefree persona she's established, hence incorporating them into her life to the point of very rarely being stone cold sober.

i think she also doesn't like the idea of her family knowing about how she copes. maybe she doesn't answer her father's phonecalls sometimes, scared of sounding too noticeably drunk at noon on a tuesday. or she's often stressed about her sister's occasional surprise visits in case she comes over and finds himeno's place in disarray and her in a similar state.

apart from alcohol, which is basically canon, i once had a thought about himeno occasionally abusing pills. pain meds prescribed for recovering from a work injury hitting just right paired with some beer on the side one evening and boom yk. i bet it wouldn't be too hard for her, considering her line of work, to get her hands on opioids regularly enough, especially since the story is set in the 90s and doctors used to prescribe them left and right before the amount of patients getting dependent skyrocketed.

to complete the holy trinity of vices, again based on things mentioned in canon, i think himeno is also the type of person to sleep around a lot with distraction being the objective. she has a reputation for getting flirty and handsy with ppl from public safety when drunk and i think that speaks for itself. this is not inherently a vice ofc, but in her case I don't think she engages in this behavior being sound of mind. it almost never happens when she's sober and i headcanon her often regretting it at least briefly the next day.

oof that was a lot lmao. um chill anyways, on a lighter note i have a couple thoughts about her relationship with aki !!

i think it's a habit for them to take care of each other's injuries after missions. im actually writing a fic about aki showing up at himeno's doorstep, bleeding and expecting to be taken care of in his own begrudging, stuck up way lmao. i think himeno is less likely to straight up go to his house for that, but i see them leaving public safety and going home together to shower and bandage their wounds in companionable silence.

additionally to that whole thing, i personally do believe that their relationship could've had a non-platonic side to it, albeit still casual in its nature. leaving that aside, i think they share quite a bit of affection and physical touch regardless, considering how casually we see them invading each other's personal space in canon. so i think they sleep in the same bed a lot, after tending to each other's wounds, or getting too drunk in himeno's living room. i think it took a while for aki to stop being tense and relax into it, but they settled into a comfortable zone and it was sth they both needed more than they would ever admit.

fujimoto once talked about himeno and said that she is the type to leave a lot of her stuff behind at aki's place and u better believe i ran with it. clothes, hair brushes, a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, you can't change my mind. i also think that to some extent it goes both ways. himeno has a shitload of aki's tupperware at her place, from all the food he brings her weekly, and she never washes them unless aki comes over to do it himself and by the time he decides to take some back, there's always more. black hair ties are often littered in her bathroom cabinets and on one of her night stands. a book on her windowsill that aki brought to read before bed once and then never took home.

not to get dark again, but talking about them is bound to make me sad sooner or later :) based on the way she thinks about aki's death in canon, i think she would often panic when thinking about aki's shrivelling lifespan, especially at the beginning when aki had a lot of years to spare and surely used the sword more freely. i imagine her being restless in her bed with aki sleeping next to her, feeling compelled to check on his breathing or his pulse. reach over and touch his hand to feel him alive and warm, hoping it would soothe her to sleep.

i also think she's there a lot of the times aki cries. i bet the first time she saw him was accidental, or at least not a conscious decision on aki's part. i also bet himeno didn't really know what to think of it initially, but soon looked at aki under a different light bc of it. i think aki finds comfort in himeno being in the same room as the tears spill from his eyes after a day of watching people die. and i think himeno loves giving him that, even though it tugs at her chest in uncomfortable ways she can't quite point out.

i feel compelled to but i won't go into the whole being in love with aki situation, because first of all its not even a headcanon but very much there and secondly i will ramble indefinitely about how i think her pining for him would manifest and this is already a huge post god bless

on a slightly different note before i bring this to a close, i like thinking about her bond with kishibe a lot as well. it's not shown enough in the anime or manga, but i imagine them being friends. i think they would go out for drinks but more to talk than get wasted. i think they'd have the capacity to talk about very real things but also nothing at all. kishibe might be the only person himeno talks to properly about aki, aside from her letters to her sister, because he shares the same life as her and inevitably has more space tl understand. maybe kishibe gets to talk a bit about quanxi too.

haha oh well :D that's all i have for now. if u read this far thank you and also im sorry lmao. hadn't sat down to microwave himeno like this in a hot minute i loved getting the opportunity to do it so thanks for the ask anon !! till next time ~

[callmecams26]

⛔️,🎖 and 💖 for the ask game!

HII <333 thank you sm for the ask. This is probably gonna be a bit long, bc I’m opinionated. Hope that’s ok.

⛔️ a rider you dislike?

Ouuhhh love questions like these! As of right now, I’m not gonna lie to you, I don’t really like Johann Zarco. I’ve just heard really awful things about him, and I think he’s kind of arrogant in interviews. Might’ve just gotten a wrong impression of him.

I DONT like Jack Miller. I think he talks too loudly about things he shouldn’t even focus about. That comment he made about riders “shutting up and just riding” rubbed me the wrong mf way. It’s tasteless and disrespectful to the people who are struggling on their bikes rn (Fabio, Mir, Marc etc). Especially since he sat on a Ducati last year, and is now on a KTM. Both super great bikes. There’s just no sympathy, it angers me a lil.

For a while, I didn’t like the Espargaro brothers. I thought they were like Jack - speak about things that doesn’t concern them. Aleix has always had a direct approach with his words, I feel like. But I’m ngl, Aleix has grown on me! And for Pol, well, I never disliked him, I just clowned him for saying he was hopefully gonna “be better than Pedrosa or Lorenzo” on the Honda.

Lorenzo, sure. But Dani??….

🎖 favourite podium?

I feel like an airhead bc when I saw this question I was like “the ppl, or are we talking layout?”. Well, for the people, I’m super biased. I just always hoped that either Lorenzo or Pedrosa would get on the podium, because I love watching press conferences with them. They’re my boos <33

And for layout, I’ll say Spielberg, just because I’ve been there tee hee.

❤️‍🔥 favorite rivalry?

Im guessing you meant this one, but if not, I’m so sorry </3

My favorite rivalry gotta be Pedrosa and Lorenzo, just because they’re my faves (sorry). Like 2010 and 2012 were literally GOLDEN years for me, because they were just going at it every damn time. It also kinda broke my heart, though, because Dani was so unlucky those years.

It’s just also funny hearing them think back to the 250cc days where they TRULY didn’t like each other, and Dani wouldn’t shake Lorenzo’s hand and stuff. Love it!

I also kind of like Marquez and Rossi’s rivalry, but that’s just because Rossi is always so dramatic with his rivalries. My mans really goes all in, even at press conferences, so it always just felt very much like “the girls are fighting”.

But yeah. Again. Thank you for the ask!.

[properpopper]

What do you think of the supposed "hickey" or neck bite moment? Most of the things jm and jk does I explain but this is something i always wonder what went down in that moment. Do i think it's an intimate moment? Definitely not it would make it to the cut if it was actually. So i 100% believe it happened the way they explained but what i don't understand is why even was jungkook lifting jm like that in the first place while drinking? Then a simple neck bite doesn't last for that long (2 days straight jk had it up his neck in DVD) jimin would have to bite hard on jk's neck for it to bruise and it still wouldn't look like the way it did in that video. And jimin ain't some animal to bite jk hard cause his skin obviously could break and these ppl are idols who need to take care of their body well. So the moment doesn't make me think they're in romantic rs or anything like that but it makes me wonder what sense of comfortability these two have for them to be doing this off cam when no one's around and what else are they capable of doing.

When jm said jk goes to his room 3 times a day and stays for hrs in His bed doing nothing, and even goes to him at odd night hrs it shows how jk is so comfortable around jm that he doesn't need reasons of entertainment to be in jm's company. When silence between two people when they're alone becomes comfortable it's when you're very very close to this person. E.g. i have friends with whom i feel the need to fill the silence because it feels awkward while as i have friend who's with me from 2 decades, knows alot about me, and we talk non stop yet when we're silent it doesn't feel awkward or uncomfortable neither do i feel the need to entertain her nor to always talk so the silent isn't there.

Why i put the 2nd para is despite jk saying that he goes to jm's room because he gets bored and yet he doesn't do anything in jm's room other than staying in his bed while jm works so jm's presence is enough to take away his boredom. Which means they're that comfortable around each other. They're truly one of a kind friends aren't they?

Speaking from experience anon, that mark on jk's neck was definitely not made with teeth.

Other than that tiny part, whatever they probably said happened. The why and how of it all is completely subjective, though.

If you are a taekooker, it's probably because of fanservice and a point of contention.

If you are a jikooker who is into stuff like that ,it was all foreplay that got out of hand.

For shippers invested heavily in the fandom, it's "the moment." The one moment to rule them all.

For everyone else, it's an adorable moment that doesn't necessarily need deep discussions.

I am in this category as well. I think it's an absolutely adorable moment. I loved the way jikook was explaining the whole thing, with adorable smiles and cute gestures.

But since you asked, here's my two cents..

I don't know if you ever had a drink with your closest friend, just the two of you. Things tend to get wild. Its jikook we are talking about, especially without cameras after a long, gruelling day, they were probably goofing around like they always do, may be it was a dare, may be jimin only meant as a peck and things got out of hand whatever happened Jikook probably thought it was hilarious and thought ARMY would find it funny too, that is probably why they shared it on camera too.

If my bestie and I ever had to stay in the same hotel, I could guarantee you we would not be spending time in separate rooms. So I get why jikook stayed in one room. They are probably more comfortable together than apart. They are used to living in a dorm room, sleeping on the same bed for years, so spending time together in the same room doing nothing is not that long of a stretch for me.

I think anytime jk is not working or talking to ARMY's is a boring time for him.

This I agree with anon. They truly are one of a kind. I am so fortunate to be a witness to whatever they share. I am not going to look at the gift horse in the mouth.