#he is just such a kind gentle character I love him

[alwayssassydreamer]

Undercover Love

A/N: sorry Mary that it took so long but I finally made it, I hope you like it

Summary: you and ace are inseparable and marco and thatch realize that there is more going on between you two though they can't believe how oblivious you two seem to be about it

Warnings: a silly fluffy story

Characters: Ace x F!Reader, Marco, Thatch

Ace was sitting cross-legged beside you, his eyes flickering to the horizon as you buried yourself in a book, one of the many novels you'd brought along during your travels. The two of you often found these moments together—quiet but meaningful, the kind where words weren’t always necessary.

He leaned over and lightly nudged your arm. "Hey, you missed a page."

You blinked and looked down, realizing he was right. "I swear, you’ve got a sixth sense for these things," you muttered, grinning and shaking your head.

"Maybe," Ace said, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. "I just pay attention."

You went back to reading, but a few minutes later, a small gust of wind blew a stray strand of hair in your face. You swiped it out of the way with a frustrated huff, but before you could get back into your book, Ace was already there, plucking the hair from your face with ease and then put his hat on you. You glanced at him and caught a glint in his eyes, something mischievous, yet gentle.

"Always looking out for me, huh?" you teased, but you didn’t mind. You were used to this.

"Always, besides my hat looks good on you" he replied without missing a beat, his voice low and warm.

Ace laned back, letting his head rest in your lap. It was a familiar feeling, his warmth against you, the softness of his hair beneath your hand. You absently ran your fingers through his hair as you continued reading, and you realized that in moments like these, words felt unnecessary. The quietness between you was comfortable, more than any loud confession could convey.

Not far from you, Marco and Thatch were watching the scene unfold with knowing glances. It was clear to them what was happening. Marco had once casually remarked, "You two are like an old married couple," and while you had laughed it off at the time, there was truth in his words.

Thatch, had even tried teasing you both, but Ace was too oblivious to pick up on it. You, too, seemed unaware of how others saw the quiet closeness between you and Ace. You both laughed, fought, and drank together, never seeing the way the crew looked at the bond you shared.

Ace would often poke fun at you, calling you out for being so serious with your books, but that was just his way of showing affection. You’d shoot back with playful jabs, calling him an "immature lighter," and somehow, that made the bond feel even more familiar.

The meals were the same. You’d pass each other bites of food without thinking twice, sharing everything from a chunk of meat to the last piece of fruit you’d managed to snag. When one of you found something delicious, the other was right there, eagerly taking a taste. It was a give-and-take that had become second nature. You fed each other, laughed, and even bickered about who had the better choice of snacks.

Even when Ace would casually remove objects in your way when you were - once again - buried deep in a book you didn't need to acknowledge it. It was just Ace being Ace, looking out for you in his own way. And you didn’t mind. You were used to it, almost as though you didn't even notice how often it happened.

The Whitebeard Pirates watched all of this unfold - the deeper feelings growing between you was something the crew saw clearly. They’d exchange knowing looks when you two were together, sharing silent smiles over the quiet connection they saw blooming between you and Ace. But you and Ace were wrapped up in your own little bubble, caught in a routine that felt natural and right.

When the crew started teasing Ace about you, calling him out on his "sweetheart" moments or making sly remarks about your "togetherness," he’d scratch his head and offer his usual cheeky grin.

"Stop it," Ace would mutter, shooting the crew a half-embarrassed, half-challenging look. "We’re just looking out for each other."

And you’d back him up, saying something similar.

The Moby Dick had just docked on a new island, and you and Ace walked side by side down the gangplank, both excited for a change of scenery. The bustling atmosphere of the market greeted you immediately, with vendors shouting their wares and colorful stalls lining the streets. The salty air mixed with the smells of food, fried fish, roasted meat, and sweet desserts.

As you wandered, you couldn’t help but point out things you found interesting, a new fruit you wanted to try or a beautiful piece of clothing that caught your eye. Each time, you’d grab Ace’s arm to guide him over, his larger, muscular frame easily following you as you tugged him along. It had become a sort of unspoken habit between you two, an easy way to share the things that sparked your interest.

But it wasn’t just you pulling Ace around. Every now and then, Ace would grab your hand without thinking, drawn by the enticing smell of something delicious. You’d laugh at how quickly he could get distracted by food, his hand slipping into yours as he led you to a food stall. It was such a natural, effortless thing. No hesitation, no questions asked.

As you made your way through the market, Marco and Thatch were trailing behind, watching the two of you with bemused expressions. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with unspoken understanding.

"I don’t get it," Thatch muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "How can they not see it?"

Marco, ever the calm and collected one, just sighed. "Maybe it's just how they are. I don’t know how much more obvious we can make it for them."

"You think they’ll ever figure it out?" Thatch asked, a teasing grin playing at the corners of his lips.

Marco just smirked. "Who knows? But right now I doubt it"

Later that evening, the Moby Dick rocked gently in the harbor as the crew gathered for a casual dinner. The mood was lighthearted, everyone still buzzing from the excitement of exploring the island. You and Ace were once again side by side, as always, laughing, sharing stories, and just enjoying the company of each other.

But that didn't go unnoticed by Marco and Thatch. They casually approached you both, their expressions a mixture of patience and mild amusement.

"You two," Marco began, his arms crossed as he looked between you and Ace, "have been attached at the hip all day. You've barely left each other's side. And honestly, this 'just friends' act is getting a little old."

Ace glanced at you and chuckled, oblivious. "What, we’re just hanging out. What’s the big deal?"

Thatch grinned and leaned in, pointing between you and Ace. "The thing is, you two spend way too much time together. It’s like you're... I don't know, cozy together. You walk around with your arms linked, feeding each other food, sharing quiet moments—hell, you even lay your head in her lap, Ace!" His grin widened as he observed the subtle look that passed between you and Ace, both of you completely unbothered by the comment.

You blinked, furrowing your brows. "What’s wrong with that? I can’t help it if Ace is always hungry and needs someone to share food with."

"That’s not what we mean," Marco added with a sigh, rubbing his temples. "We’re saying that you two are, well, really close. More than friends. Like, ridiculously close."

You and Ace exchanged another confused glance.

"I don’t get it," Ace said, scratching the back of his head. "We’ve always been this way. What’s wrong with hanging out together?"

Thatch leaned back dramatically. "It’s not about hanging out, Ace. It’s about... being together, together. You know, in that way."

You stared at them, still not catching on. "You mean... like, how we’ve always been? Why does it need a label?"

Marco facepalmed, clearly struggling to find the words. "What we’re trying to say is, you two should really be together, in a... you know, romantic way."

You blinked again, your mind still in denial. "But we are together, in a way. We’re best friends. That’s... that’s enough."

Ace gave a small nod. "Yeah, exactly. We’ve always been this close. No need to overthink it, right?"

The tension in the air was palpable, and it was clear that Marco and Thatch were beyond frustrated. Thatch leaned back and crossed his arms, giving up. "You two are hopeless."

Nearby, Whitebeard, who had been listening to the conversation, let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head in amusement. "You two are truly something else," he boomed, his deep laugh echoing through the ship. "I can't believe you’re this thick-headed."

You and Ace both looked over at him, still not quite getting the joke. "What do you mean, Pops?" you asked.

Whitebeard chuckled and just shook his head. "No one’s ever been this clueless about that before."

It was at that moment, as you both stood there, still completely confused, that Ace suddenly stood up with a grin, clearly eager to move past the conversation. "Well, I don’t know about all this, but I’m in the mood for a dance."

You blinked, surprised by his sudden suggestion. "A dance? Now?"

"Why not?" Ace grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let’s make the night a little more fun."

You hesitated for just a moment before a grin tugged at your lips. "Alright, I’m game," you said, not entirely sure where this was going but willing to play along.

The two of you found a clear space on the deck, and Ace, in his usual carefree manner, pulled you into a loose, playful dance. It wasn’t anything formal - just a bit of laughter, spinning, stepping in rhythm to the sounds of the crew's ongoing chatter. You both were far from professional dancers, but the simplicity of it felt easy, like everything else between you two. You would rest your head on his shoulder or he would pick you up and spin making you laugh even harder.

As you spun in Ace’s arms, you caught a glimpse of Marco and Thatch in the corner of your eye. They exchanged knowing glances, clearly still in disbelief at how long it was taking for you two to figure things out.

"You know," Thatch said, his voice loud enough for both of you to hear, "this is almost exactly how a couple dances."

Marco raised an eyebrow. "And they still don’t get it."

Whitebeard, still chuckling at the sight of you two, added, "Maybe this will be the night they finally wake up."

Ace laughed as he spun you one more time before pulling you back into his arms. "I still don’t know why they're so worked up about us," he muttered, his grin wide. "But I’m having fun."

You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart light and full of warmth. "Me too."

The dance with Ace had quickly turned into something more energetic than you expected. His infectious enthusiasm had you both laughing and spinning around the deck, your feet stumbling over one another more than once. You hadn’t realized just how out of breath you’d gotten until Ace finally slowed down, his arms holding you steady as you both tried to catch your breath, grinning at each other like you’d just won a battle.

"You’re gonna wear me out at this rate," you teased, your breath still coming in ragged bursts, your forehead resting against his chest as you leaned into him for support. The steady beat of his heart was like a calming rhythm against your cheek.

Ace laughed softly, a little winded himself, but clearly enjoying every moment of it. "Hey, if you can’t keep up, that’s on you," he joked, wrapping his arms around you loosely, his cheek resting atop your head for a moment.

Despite the laughter and the warmth between the two of you, Marco, Thatch, and Whitebeard stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes, clearly in disbelief. Marco’s face was a picture of exasperation as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"They’re really not getting it, are they?" Marco muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. "How can they not see it?"

Thatch chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the ship’s railing. "This is too good. We’ve practically had to spell it out for them, and they’re still acting like nothing’s happening."

Whitebeard, standing nearby, just laughed heartily, shaking his head at the young pair.

"You’d think after everything today—hell, the way they’ve been acting all this time—they’d get it," Marco said, still stunned. "But no, they’re just... friends. Sure."

Meanwhile, you and Ace were still wrapped up in the warmth of the moment, his arms around your waist and yours around his neck, enjoying the simplicity of each other's company.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at Ace with a smile, and he met your gaze with his signature grin, still blissfully unaware of the whispers around you. "Well, that was fun," you said, your voice still light from laughter. "I don’t think I’ve laughed this much in ages."

"Same here," Ace agreed, before you both let go of each other. He gave you a playful nudge, then glanced back at the others. "You guys should join in next time, you know? No need to stand around looking all serious."

The next few days passed in the same easygoing rhythm. You and Ace continued to spend nearly every waking moment together, and it was clear to everyone around you just how close you two were. Whether it was sharing meals, joking around, or just enjoying each other's presence, it seemed natural—so natural, in fact, that neither of you thought much of it.

You’d walk together, arms linked, holding hands, or sometimes Ace would casually slide his arm around your waist as you both strolled across the ship, laughing at something ridiculous that had happened. Every time Ace was hungry, you’d end up sharing your food with him, like it was second nature. Even when he’d lay down on the deck to rest, his head would always end up in your lap, both of you lost in the peace of the moment. It was nothing out of the ordinary, at least, not to you.

However, as the days wore on, it became more and more difficult for the rest of the crew to ignore just how cozy you two were. Every little gesture, every shared look, every soft laugh - it was all starting to make a lot of sense to the others.

One day, as you and Ace walked across the deck, lost in a conversation about something trivial, Thatch couldn’t help but watch. He exchanged a glance with Marco, who had a very similar look of resignation on his face.

“Alright,” Thatch muttered under his breath, nudging Marco. “I think I finally get it.”

Marco raised an eyebrow. "You do?"

“Yeah,” Thatch said, leaning in closer as the two of you passed by, still oblivious to what was going on. "They’re not just clueless. They’re extremely innocent and on top of that plain dumb."

Marco sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I’ve never seen anything like it. They’re acting like a couple - but -" he paused, as if trying to process the ridiculousness of it, "they genuinely have no idea."

Thatch grinned. "Every single thing they do together screams couple. And still, they look at us like we’re speaking some foreign language when we try to explain it."

Marco, too, found it hard not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. "You’d think after all this time, they’d at least get the hint."

It had been days of watching you and Ace and Marco and Thatch couldn’t take it any longer.

One evening, after dinner, Marco casually called you over to sit with him and Thatch. You and Ace were both in the middle of chatting, but after a quick exchange of glances, you found yourselves being pulled toward the two men who were clearly on a mission to finally make you understand what had been going on.

Marco and Thatch sat across from you and Ace, looking like two men about to embark on the most difficult mission of their lives. Marco rubbed his temples, while Thatch was already looking like he regretted getting involved.

“Alright, listen,” Thatch started, leaning forward like he was about to deliver top-secret information. “We need to have a serious talk.”

Ace, lounging lazily with his arms crossed, blinked at them. “About what?”

“You two,” Marco said, pointing between you and Ace like it should be obvious.

You and Ace exchanged a glance before you shrugged. “What about us?”

Thatch groaned. “Okay, how do we put this… You do everything a couple does. You drink together, laugh together, share food—”

Ace nodded. “Yeah, so?”

Marco threw up his hands. “You sleep in each other’s beds!”

You tilted your head. “It’s comfortable.”

Thatch’s eye twitched. “Ace carries you around when you’re tired.”

“Well, walking is exhausting,” you replied.

Marco pointed a finger at Ace. “And you tuck her in when she falls asleep on the deck!”

Ace huffed. “I don’t just leave her lying around like some abandoned crate!”

Marco leaned forward, trying to get through to you like a teacher dealing with the class clown. “And doesn’t that mean something to you?”

You and Ace exchanged another glance before looking back at them. “Uh… yeah?” Ace said slowly.

Thatch perked up, hopeful. “Oh? It does?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “It means we’re really close friends.”

Marco made a sound so strangled it could’ve come from an injured seagull. “No! Not just friends! You’re together-together!”

You frowned. “We are together. I mean, we’re here right now, sitting together.”

Thatch looked at Marco. “I swear, they’re killing me.”

Marco took a deep breath, then leaned forward with the patience of a saint trying to explain something to a particularly stubborn toddler. “Okay. Listen closely.”

You and Ace nodded attentively.

“When you see each other,” Marco continued, speaking slowly, “do you feel warm inside? Maybe like… butterflies?”

You and Ace exchanged another glance.

“…From drinking?” Ace asked.

Thatch smacked the table. “NO! From love!”

You tapped your chin. “Hmm. I mean, I do like Ace.”

Ace grinned. “Yeah, and I like her.”

Thatch and Marco both perked up. “Okay, great! Now—”

“But, like, friend like,” you added.

Ace nodded sagely. “Yeah. Deep, deep friendship.”

Marco dragged a hand down his face. “You’re messing with us, right? You have to be messing with us.”

Thatch was now pacing, waving his hands around like a madman. “Okay, fine! Let’s break this down further. When you touch, like when you hold hands, doesn’t it feel… different?”

Ace thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I mean, her hands are pretty soft.”

You nodded. “His are warm.”

Thatch’s eye twitched again. “No. No. Not physically! I mean, do you feel a spark? A rush? Maybe a deep longing?”

Ace frowned. “A deep longing?”

You blinked. “For what?”

Marco groaned into his hands. “To be together!”

Ace and you exchanged yet another confused glance before turning back to them. “But we are together,” you said slowly.

Thatch threw his hands up. “As a COUPLE!”

There was a pause. You and Ace both sat there, staring at them with blank expressions, as if they had just tried to explain rocket science to two particularly dense sea kings.

Then, Ace nodded thoughtfully. “Ohhh… I get it.”

Thatch and Marco sighed in relief.

“You think we should be a couple,” Ace continued.

“Yes!” Marco and Thatch shouted in unison.

Ace scratched his chin. “Hmm. Should we?” He turned to you, eyes casual. “Wanna kiss?”

You gave a nonchalant shrug. “Why not?”

Marco's jaw literally dropped, and Thatch choked on his drink, sputtering in shock. Whitebeard, who usually held the wisdom of the seas and the authority of a captain, was now wide-eyed, blinking in utter surprise. They all stared at you, processing what had just happened.

"Did... did you just say... 'Why not'?" Marco managed to ask, his voice half disbelieving, half amused.

"Yeah," you replied, still as casual as ever, "I mean, it seems like the next logical step, doesn’t it?"

Ace, looking just as unfazed as you, gave a relaxed grin and you both leaned in and kissed each other, as if this was the most natural progression in the world.

“OH MY GOD, STOP!” Marco shouted.

Thatch practically leapt out of his seat. “That is not how this works!”

Whitebeard, who had been listening from his throne, suddenly let out a deep, rumbling laugh. “Gurarara… I have never seen two people be so dense.” Marco and Thatch nodded vigorously.

And then it happened.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The laughter bubbled up from deep within you and you burst into giggles. It was so sudden, so unexpected, that even Ace shot you a confused look.

"Hey! Stop!" Ace said, trying to keep his own grin hidden, though it was clear he was fighting a smile. "You're ruining the act!"

But it was too much. The act, the drama, the whole charade - you couldn't keep up with it any longer. "I’m sorry!" you managed between laughs, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "I just couldn't keep it up anymore."

“…Wait,” Marco said slowly.

Thatch narrowed his eyes. “Are you two…?”

Ace grinned. “Oh yeah. We’ve been together this whole time. Of course we knew what was going on between us. We just thought it was funny watching you guys try to explain it to us.”

"You guys... you guys really thought we didn’t know?" You leaned against Ace’s shoulder, still chuckling. "We’ve been together together the whole time. The whole time, guys."

Silence.

“You little shits.”

Thatch looked personally betrayed, and Marco just sighed, leaning back as if he had aged ten years in five minutes. Whitebeard, who had been listening nearby, suddenly let out a deep, booming laugh, shaking his head.

“I should’ve known,” he chuckled. “Only Ace would turn his love life into a prank on the crew.”

Marco stared at you both in disbelief. “You......You mean to tell me we just wasted half an hour-”

“More like weeks,” Whitebeard added with a chuckle.

Thatch collapsed onto the table, face down. “I hate you both.”

Ace laughed, throwing an arm around you as you grinned. “Aw, come on. You gotta admit - it was really funny.”

Marco just stared at the two of you, shaking his head in disbelief. "I... I honestly can’t believe this," he muttered. "You two were playing us this whole time?"

You simply shrugged with a smirk. "Yeah, you were so cute trying to explain it, though. We just couldn’t resist."

Ace laughed again, his arm still around you as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Guess we got a bit of a kick out of watching you all scramble."

Marco groaned, standing up. “I need a damn drink.”

Thatch pointed at you both. “You’re menaces.”

You looked at Ace, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You intertwined your fingers with his, feeling the warmth of his hand in yours nefore leaning in again to kiss him.

Whitebeard was still laughing, Thatch and Marco still muttering about you two being a pain in the ass as you and Ace simply leaned into each other, fully enjoying the absolute chaos you had caused.

[sosoribro]

1 YEAR OF CARLO OBSESSION GIVE IT UP FOR 1 YEAR <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

YAP SESH BELOW!

let's start at the beginning.

my name is miles morale- wait no

it ALL started in march 2024 where i was watching a whole bunch of poofesure's papa's videos. why? comfort probably

i became interested in the reoccurring characters in the games, and decided to look some of them up myself.

then, i was clicking around on the wiki, and i eventually found him.

i liked him instantly. i think it was his design that caught my eye at first. i read his flipdeck and thought, "wow! he sounds like a really sweet character! :3"

and on the 12th of march 2024, i made these little doodles of him

i found his hair difficult to get the hang of.

i did the best i could, and also decided "you know what? make it longer" and so i did. and it has sort of grown over the months, i've noticed.

i find it interesting that if you were to look at my carlo art from the first drawing to this one, it would look a bit like he himself had grown.

i draw him with the features that i do (i.e freckles, pimples, long hair) because that's just what i think would make him look beautiful oh yeah did i mention that i have a crush on him because yeah

as for headcanons, a lot of them once again come from what i would find attractive. most prominently his personality and temperament.

in my opinion, carlo is a soft-spoken and very sweet person. he's attentive and gentle with people.

i also seem to have given him traits that i myself have. for example, his emotional sensitivity and his fear of being a burden to others.

also he's asexual just like me.

this is important to me.

he's very important.

initially, i thought of carlo as a very romantic person. however, currently, i view him as loving in a variety of ways. he loves his friends, he loves his family, he loves animals, he loves nature, he loves so many things.

and while i do not headcanon him as being on the aromantic spectrum, i think he would enjoy reading about and thinking about romance, but the idea of actually being in a relationship makes him nervous.

i do not ship him with any characters.

he and deano have been best friends since childhood. carlo was a very quiet child, but deano seemed to understand him in a way nobody else did at the time.

he and koilee are close friends. she made him friendship bracelets and he wears them all the time.

he and scarlett had been friends since before her band came to be.

he knew marty from when he (marty) was clover's age, since he taught him guitar (canon).

clover likes him a lot, because she feels understood around him. she knows its okay to have feelings and be afraid or sad or angry.

carlo worries for clover sometimes, as she's put herself out there at such a young age. i headcanon her to be younger than carlo was when he started performing with his family.

let's talk about his family.

he worries for bruna. she works very hard, and it's clear that it isn't good for her. when she needs it, he looks after her with zero complaint.

he looks up to gino. gino is calm and knows what he needs, when he needs it, whilst carlo can be reluctant to admit when he's struggling.

he's abundantly grateful for his father. his father always knows when something's wrong. he lets carlo know that there isn't any shame at all in needing help or support, no matter how much support you need. he knows that carlo is trying his best.

and i'll be so honest right now i barely ever think of his relationship with olga i am so sorry💀

songs i associate with carlo:

'love, me normally' - will wood

'against the kitchen floor' - will wood

'¡aikido! (neurotic/erotic)' - will wood and the tapeworms

'um, it's kind of a lot' - will wood

'you' - tally hall

'cupid' - jack stauber

wow thats a lot of will wood

in conclusion, carlo is an absolute angel who tries so hard. he is trying so hard. he's incredible but he's way too bashful to admit it. i love him a lot. i have loved him a lot for a year. and maybe another year. and maybe another year. etc. maybe? i dont know yet

but i think that carlo would say that it's okay to not know what's going to happen.

i certainly didnt know i would be here a whole year later making a huge tumblr post about this guy from a fun little series of fun little food games designed for 8 year olds but here we are.

[mikeypubes]

Hi, I really love your ‘character as your boyfriend’ that you do.

I would really like to see Levi or Tsukasa next in your usual format.

thanks in advance and have fun !

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ levi ackerman relationship headcanons ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[ Note: I did indeed have fun 🥀 thank you for your support 🥹 ]

⍣ ೋ

SFW

I think you’d have to be a balance between mature and silly to be in a relationship with levi

He’d get along better with someone who isn’t as serious as he is, like think of Petra’s dynamic with levi. I think his ideal type is someone similar to Petra.

Getting into a relationship with this man is HARD.

He’s the kind of guy who would humble you with a cold rejection if you ever asked for his number so don't have any hopes 👍

Anyway, say y’all had a relationship during the og universe, you’d have to accept that he’s a soldier who could die at literally any moment.

So he expects that you wouldn’t fuss over him “getting himself in danger” because that’s his literal job.

He likes it when you tend to any wounds he has, though it doesn’t happen often because bffr who has the power to injure THE levi??

I don’t think he’s all that into physical affection, like his love language would be quality time, to be honest. 

I feel like it could also be words of affirmation, except his “affirmations” aren’t… what they usually would be.

His affirmations would often be blunt and vague, like "you're not completely useless" or "it’s quieter when you’re not around." 

You’re not really getting much more than that so learn how to enjoy these moments

You guys definitely sip tea together quietly or you could yap his ears off while he rests his chin on his palm and listens to you. 

He might caress your cheek or chin every once in a while.

Kisses are rare, but hugs are RARER bitch you ain’t never getting a hug from him, it’s all on you.

He tolerates SOME hugs, like maybe he was in danger and you’re glad he’s fine, or if you reallyyyy need some sort of comfort or affection so you throw yourself on him, he’ll frown and act as if he doesn’t like it. 

He’ll still rest his palm on the top of your head and his gaze might soften a little.

He shows his love by scolding you and by cleaning your room. Prove me wrong.

If you try flustering him, you’re gonna be met with a straight ass deadpan, but when he turns around, you can see how reddened his ears are.

I don’t think he gets jealous a lot, just protective. 

Regardless, I can see him feeling a TAD 🤏 bit insecure. 

He probably thinks from time to time that being around him is boring and routine, and seeing you laugh and have fun with other people can sometimes spike that feeling up.

The two of you read together in calm silence. Your head rests against his chest while one of his hands gently cradles it, the other holding his book steady.

You two have this deadpan humor where no one knows if you're serious or joking half the time.

he'll fix your scarf if it's crooked, he’ll quietly push your hair behind your ear, or casually press his fingers against your lower back when guiding you through crowds.

NSFW

Oh boy.

I don’t think he has experience, tbh. He knows what to do, but he’s gonna be awkward and a bit hesitant. 

He’s also gonna be SUPER clean, like he’s going to wipe everything off and make sure nothing gets gross at any point. 

He’s gonna make you shower before y’all get down and dirty 😜

He’s terrible with words. He’s not gonna praise you, not gonna degrade you, just the occasional “Is this fine?” or “Tell me if it hurts.” with a serious face.

He’s surprisingly gentle. You’d think that the strongest soldier would have a rough touch to him, but no, he’s totally soft and slow. 

He’s definitely the dominant one, but he might let you on top if he’s feeling particularly lazy.

He’s so precise. Midway through the freaky (😋), he might pause to fix a pillow that’s crooked or straighten the sheets because “This is distracting.”

If something interrupts the mood LOLOL like someone shouting outside or walking in on you two, Levi will immediately go deadpan. “We’re done here.” He is NOT backing off. 

His filter disappears sometimes in the worst ways. While he’s balls deep inside, you’ll randomly hear “Your hair’s in my mouth.”

He’s gonna get SO annoyed at how loud the bed creaks. “Tch. Piece of junk.” 

He’s tried to tighten the screws three separate times but it only gets louder each time. 

He has zero stamina in bed and his libido isn’t that high. Whenever you guys have sex, it’s probably because you’re the one who wanted it. 

So yeah one round is your maximum.

Nice aftercare, though. He’ll make you a hot cup of tea and wipe you down thoroughly after the vigorous fucking 🤺

hope you enjoyed <33

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[temperveto]

this was written months ago but i found it today and it’s activated my talulah rabies.

personally i think talulah was doomed from the day kashchey took her. he poisoned her with his ideals, remaking her in his image. she fought, because she’s a fighter, but when the man who raises you has a set of values so very strong, they inevitably take root in yourself. talulah fought against it, fought to ignore it, but when she killed him that just kind of proved him right. all people are evil, violence is necessary, etc.

and then she met alina. alina who is so like her in personality and character, but still refuses to fight and remains gentle. alina grounded talulah, reminding her that kashchey’s words were ultimately untrue.

also they were just in love and married and had adopted children sorry i don’t make the rules.

alina’s death left reunion anchorless. left talulah anchorless. the brutality of it reminded her of kashchey’s teaching. alina kept talulah believing the world could be good and kind, and at the loss of her there wasn’t enough to keep talulah from succumbing to the black snake’s influence at the back of her mind.

to me, it’s not that alina was the dead wife to the tragic hero, or that alina’s death caused talulah to spiral. it’s that alina kept the tragic hero in line, kept her from spiraling. she saw the danger in talulah and tried to keep it in check.

so with alina’s death, talulah had nothing to keep her from freaking out all over the place so hard that everyone dies. to put it simply.

anyways yeah i love talulah. i love alina. love talina. hate when they’re reduced to stereotypes.

also hope this doesn’t come across as disagreement or anything it’s just my little take that you made me think about op. btw love you love your content and your art so much

I personally don't like how people say Alina's death is what caused Talulah to spiral.

Alina's death should never have been considered as the direct cause of Talulah's downfall. To think of that is to downplay the quiet strength of her character and overlook the ideals and the character developement of Talulah.

While it is true that Alina's death left a profound scar on Talulah, which for somes, reducing her journey to a single moment of tragedy and oversimplifies the complexity of her character, but - for focusing on the tragedy alone is losing sight of the broader narrative.

This view reduces Talulah to a bitter woman swayed by grief, disregarding her strength, her ideals, and the depth of her inner conflict. It's also making Alina to be nothing but a tragedy rather than a source of light and the beacon for the Draco. For once, Alina is MORE than a death. Somes might say that she's just a plot device, "a death wifey" stereotype for "the tragic hero" Talulah, however, by saying that, it strips the richness and depth of their bond, which I believe is more than that.

ALINA IS NOT A CLUELESS CHARACTER, SHE CAN SHUT TALULAH UP PURELY BY LOGIC. SHE'S VERY PERSUASIVE, GOOD WITH WORDS, EVEN BETTER THAN TALULAH EVEN THOUGH SHE'S JUST A COMMONER.

I also want to talk about how Alina's death is very much impactful and memoriable for how insignificant it was, but that's not the main point here.

Also, Alina is NEVER NAIVE. She's very much cunning in fact! Talulah had been pointing this out for the whole r-line in chapter 8, she's onto the same level of cunning just as Talulah herself! (What can I say? As in my language, "they are very alike, they meant to be husband and wife".)

[egophiliac]

Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point

(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)

Have a nice day !

you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...

(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")

all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.

(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). 😔 honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.

(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)

[blabberoo]

You can't threaten a dead man walking

[shima-draws]

Recently just binge rewatched all of Spy X Family and UGHHH Damianya. God Damianya

[weathertheraine]

I like Yaad because his head is a circle and there is a deep deep sadness within him

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

liking Reed has irreversibly changed my relationship to fiction because now i'm automatically sympathetic towards villains.

the villain is planning and plotting to keep the love of their life by their side? we love to see a motivated individual take charge of their life. villain is planning to destroy the world? yesss king, omg you're absolutely cooking. the villain has a sad backstory and is incredibly messed up by their trauma? even better. i love you so much, i want you to find peace and happiness and/or fulfil all of your dreams and wishes. (this includes destroying the world.)

[wildsaltair]

little collection of screencaps of my adorable stockman boyfriend <3

[canisalbus]

genuinely i love how even tho machete is this horrible awful miareable catholic hound most of the art were seeing of him lately is him being cute with vasco

.

[annyankers]

OKAY SO BASICALLY.

They had Riley doing his thing with the vampire girls, but... Them being vampires didn't actually add anything to the narrative? It was just a metaphor for infidelity that could have been done without making them vampires. Sure, it's dangerous, but nothing came of that danger.

But what if it did? What if one of them got too attached and Riley got turned?

Suddenly we see Buffy facing the choice of whether or not to kill someone she loves (who we've known for more than once episode), an opportunity that I feel canon WASTED by not having happen. There are also two paths to go down there. Either Riley goes full evil, becomes a villain (and more fleshed out character), and we get that conflict...

Or he doesn't. He's a soulless demon, but he still loves Buffy or values his old morals, given just how driven in they were, and doesn't want to run around killing and torturing people. Personally, I find the latter (or somewhere in between) to be more interesting. Buffy's normal life boyfriend is now yet another demon and he walked right into it on his own volition. But he also still loves her. Maybe he's even /better/ to her now, because he doesn't have a leg to stand on being bothered about her being the slayer now. Does being a demon mean that he's inherently not deserving of love the way he was as a human, even if he's not hurting anyone and is some ways behaving better than he was before, even if it's not out of the same human-style emotions and empathy? And even if she doesn't want to be with him anymore, does he deserve to die or spend the rest of his existence tormented by a soul curse? Because what Angel got was a /curse/, which I feel like a lot of stories forget in favor of making it an easy solution.

I just think it would have been a more interesting way to break them up /or/ revive their relationship in a way that could have gotten people invested in it.

this is FASCINATING.

I think literally my only issues with this as a possible Riley plotline are the usual issues related to Riley which all just stem from the writers kinda equating "normal" with "boring" and the season 4/Initiative plotline suffering from Walsh's actor wanting to leave early so it's less any issue with this idea and more pre-existing stuff.

Riley is absolutely one of those characters I see potential in that just wasn't utilized to their fullest/productively like Tara, Xander or Anya but tragically I never really have the same level of interest in trying to fix him because like... he's so boring lskdgjhsklgsd they did him so dirty by having a bunch of nerds of varying pettiness from likely the coasts write a handsome military jock from the Midwest. Like I'm from Pennsylvania and I can tell they did the most blah job of writing a Midwestern guy imaginable lol.

This is an objectively fascinating storyline and especially one for someone like Riley who'd been very anti-demon/iffy about that whole end of things. But when I try to extrapolate out what he'd look like a la vampire Willow and Xander I get either "still deeply boring" or "so unhinged about Buffy it makes Spike look normal". So I think for me at least I gotta work on a more fun version of Riley (at least for me, a guy who thinks vengeance demon Anya is a silly lil guy and loves that shit) than is currently extant and then I can better visualize how to put him in situations. Because man, this is a COMPELLING situation to put him in.

I do think it's really funny tho if they still break up and it's not even because he's a creature of the night now, it's still because he's somehow tragically mid or cringe lol.

[dellamortte]

oh i am deep in my feelings about lucanis tonight………… he’s just so

[rainbowbeanstyles]

i dont know his name (they might have said it but i was so overwhelmed by everything) but they guy that got drunk with vi and is also part of the team.... him.

[swallowtail-ageha]

As now i am yet again in the throes of trying to kill promised consort radahn, i must say that after the dlc he switched from fine character w good narrative purpose to fine character w absolutely awful narrative purpose

[the-crimson]

Look ok I love that BBH and Etoiles are protectors of the server…. But… I miss evil BBH T_T

He was never treated seriously as a villian on the d/smp and I think the qsmp has the perfect set up for bbh to go bbeg and finally get to play the terrifying villain he wasn’t able to before.

Like… if Dapper and Pomme die, Etoiles and BBH could become such a horrifying force of vengeance and I’m just 😳 thinking about it

It’s probably not gonna happen and that’s okay but… I kinda want it to happen XD