#i have never even seen a drawing of maria yet! and this one is so good!

[huntfeld]

Echoes in the Fog

Pairing: Maria (Silent Hill) x Reader (Y/N)

Summary: Maria feels an overwhelming sense of emptiness wandering through the fog-shrouded streets of Silent Hill without Y/N by her side. The town's eerie silence and unsettling creatures only intensify her loneliness. Maria, who was created to manipulate and torment, finds herself yearning for Y/N’s presence, something she never anticipated.

The mist never cleared in Silent Hill, and neither did the lingering ache in Maria's chest. Her heels tapped rhythmically as she moved through the town, searching for you. It had become a routine: walking the empty streets, calling your name in a whisper that faded into the fog, hoping you would find her before something else did.

She stopped by the lake, its waters hidden beneath a dense layer of mist. Memories tugged at her, of the times she had felt so close to you—yet always just out of reach. The way you'd looked at her, torn between recognition and confusion. You wanted her, didn't you? Even if you couldn't admit it, she knew the truth.

The wind tugged at her short skirt, the air cool against her bare skin. She leaned against a tree, wrapping her arms around herself. Even in this town of horrors, the thought of being with you sent a warmth through her body. She had always felt something when you were near, an undeniable pull that made her heart race.

And then, as if her thoughts had summoned you, she saw a shadow through the mist. Her pulse quickened, and she pushed herself off the tree. "Y/N?" she called softly, hope trembling in her voice.

The shadow grew clearer, and there you were, stepping out of the fog like a dream. She was afraid you might vanish if she blinked. You looked at her, your expression torn between surprise and something deeper—desire, maybe? She felt it every time you were near, the unspoken tension between you, as though both of you knew what you wanted but were too afraid to reach for it.

Maria smiled, walking slowly toward you. "I knew you'd come back to me," she murmured, her voice soft and seductive. "You always do."

Your eyes scanned the surroundings, wary of the dangers that lurked in Silent Hill's shadows, but your gaze kept returning to her. There was something irresistible about Maria, something that called to you despite the chaos and fear this town held. Maybe it was the way she moved—confident, sensual—or the way her eyes seemed to know what you wanted, even when you didn't say it.

She stepped closer, until the space between you was almost nonexistent. The warmth of her body contrasted with the cold air, and her fingers gently grazed your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. Her lips curved into a playful smile, but her eyes told a different story—one of longing, of desperation to be seen by you, truly wanted.

"You don't have to run from me anymore," she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. "I'm not Mary. I'm what you need."

She reached up, her fingers brushing your cheek, drawing your face closer to hers. Her touch was soft, intimate, and yet there was a fierceness in the way she held you, like she was afraid you might disappear again.

The fog seemed to tighten around you, enclosing the two of you in your own world, a world where there was only her, her touch, her breath. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was real—if she was real. But as her lips hovered just inches from yours, the need to feel her, to be with her, overwhelmed the doubt.

You closed the distance, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both gentle and urgent. Maria's breath hitched as she pressed against you, her hands sliding up your chest, holding onto you like she'd never let go. The kiss deepened, filled with all the unspoken emotions between you—the loneliness, the fear, but also the desire. Her body molded against yours, and the heat between you grew, pushing away the cold of the fog.

She pulled back just slightly, her lips still hovering near yours, her voice breathless. "You feel that, don't you? I'm not just some dream. I'm here, for you."

You nodded, your hands instinctively moving to her waist, pulling her closer. Her eyes lit up with something primal, and she leaned in again, kissing you with more intensity, more need. Every touch, every brush of her skin against yours sent a spark through your body, and the world around you seemed to fade away.

Maria's hands slid under your shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Her lips trailed along your jaw, down to your neck, and she whispered, "I've wanted this for so long."

The fog swirled around you, but it was as if the town itself was pausing, giving you this moment. Her touch was intoxicating. The way her body moved against yours with an urgent grace. You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so alive, so connected with someone.

But as the moment built between you, the fog seemed to shift again, the sounds of the town returning faintly in the distance. Maria's eyes found yours, and for the first time, there was something tender there, beyond the desire—a vulnerability she rarely showed.

"I don't care about this place, or what it wants from you," she said softly, "I just want you to want me."

You leaned down, kissing her again, this time softer, slower, as if reassuring her that she was the only thing that mattered. Her breath hitched, and when she pulled back, there was a tear in her eye.

"Take me with you," she whispered, "We don't have to stay here. We don't have to keep running. We can be together. For real."

For the first time, the idea of escaping this cursed place with her seemed possible. Maybe you weren't meant to live in the shadow of the past anymore. Maybe you could start something new—something real.

You held her close, feeling the warmth of her body, the beat of her heart, and nodded. "I'm not leaving you behind," you whispered.

Maria smiled, a genuine smile that lit up her face, and in that moment, the fog seemed to lift, just a little. The town might still be full of nightmares, but here, in this fleeting moment, you had each other. And maybe that was enough.

[factual-fantasy]

28 asks! :DD Thank you as always!! 💖💖

@astaherussy

My FNAF AU has been sorted out. In the sense that the timeline has been re-written enough that I can go back to drawing it..

Now the next comic in the AU is a re-write/re-draw of my old FNAF comic, Moon Malfunction. A few months ago though there were several time sensitive projects that came up and I needed to shelf Moon Malfunction 2.0 until they were done. Well now they're all done.. but Moon Malfunction is gonna take me some time to get around to..

For the past few months I've been in a really bad spot mentally and physically. And taking on my FNAF Recap/Repair project is just not something I feel I have the mental energy to do at the moment.. All it feels like is a one big pile of work. And all I wanna do I just draw what ever comes easily to me and focus on recovering..

Soooo for the time being,, my main FNAF AU might not see any updates for a bit.. Though I haven't forgotten about it and I do want to get back to it at some point soon. But for now I want to cut any work out of my relaxing/drawing time and just draw what ever I want. Which atm is pirate cookies-- <XDD

They're also great for grabbing something across the room while I stay in bed 😎😎

Why haven't I drawn anything like that yet- what--

I might just have to at some point! :00

@ardent-38

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THATS SO SWEET!! BUT ALSO LSKNAKJ XDDD

I never thought of it like that! Anyone who gets into the game through my characters is like a lactose intolerant person recommending an ice-cream joint- and they're very persuasive! XDD

But fr, thank you! And hey, even if my characters aren't in the game, they'll always be here on Tumblr waiting for you XDD

Actually, I wasn't! :00 I haven't seen that episode of the Cuphead show. But I'm assuming its about Cala Maria and Captain Brineybeard, yes? If so I can easily see the relation XD

(Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU!! The comic was different than what I'm used to. But it was a nice change of pace. I'm glad you liked it! :}}}

@badlyblurry (Post in question)

FRRRRRR THO He's been holding that glow back for a while. Trying not to send the wrong messages to Blue and potentially damage their friendship 💔💔

XDDD ITS OK!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD 💖💖✨

@mod-bubamon

I have! In this post you can see 3 of them floating behind Melvin! (The anthro donkey)

And in this post, you can see Melvin holding one while it passes away... :((((( Sad day for sure.

Well? What did she taste like? XDD

Oh wait you're dead my bad-

Unfortunately I cant think of any songs that would match each crew members theme.. Rn all my brain can think about is this 👇

@nunyabusiness459 (Comic in question)

🥰🥰THANK YOU!! :DDD

What is primordial dough? :0

@2006-stupid-thatsme

Thank you! :DD Though unfortunately my fwernnd, I am known for being very bad at explaining how I do art things. :(

If I tried to explain my thought/design process it would just be a lot of word spaghetti that boils down to "uhhh... I just drew it.,. aandd if it dont look good.. draw it differently.. until it looks good-"

My advice would be to look on YouTube for character design tutorials or ask some other artists that have artwork similar to mine and see if they can help. :( Again, so sorry! I wish I could articulate my thoughts better 💔💔

@beryl-shade

This actually makes me think- Google says that if you add too much sugar to a cookie they become brittle.

Huh,, makes me think. If one of the cookies was baked with too much sugar.. they'd break real easy.. hmm.. 👀👀

@whereismycupofcoffee

@artistiemi

Thank you so much!! :DD I wish the same for you!! ✨💖✨

@sunnys-bloog

I've thought about drawing them! :0 And I thiiink I drew Franny one time..? The Blue one. Although I don't think I'll be able to find the sketch unfortunately-

NOT THE GUMDROP BUTTONS!!

tbh though I think they'd see him as just a normal guy! :0 Right..?

@beryl-shade

I'm not sure.. considering what I know about the games.. I thiiink they'd be horrified?? <XDD If they understand that they're made of dough, it'd be the equivalent of a human walking into a giant meat factory where they chop up meat and make weird false humans..

Okay yeah, they'd be horrified for sure XDDD

@wdillustration

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}}

@neo-metalscottic (Cookie run post in question)

AAAAA thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked it!! :DD As for the power, I think you're right about it being a rare occasion. And the idea of her gaining better control over it over time? While her love grows as well?? Perfection. But man I'm also tempted to make it so she can change when ever she wants. :( I really like drawing her and Seafoam together like that.. 🥺

As for the Colossal squid episode,, I'd have to go back and re-watch it to decide if I'll keep it for my AU or not..

But thinking about all the stuff you described about a violent altercation and nightmares?? 👀👀 Its giving me ideas! XDD

Now if the crew did face a violent altercation like that, I imagine their #1 goal would to protect the Octopod. That's their home man! They would probably do what ever they could to get the octopod away from the situation. Like the Captain manually piloting it and some of the crew being sent out in gups to distract the squid. Stuff like that :0

@luna-purple454

AAA IT WAS ON THE 10TH BUT THANK YOU!! XDD :DD

@khoiazo

It was on the 10th actually- and hey thanks! Seam could probably use the calories <XD

@unpopularartist14 (referencing this ask post)

<XD oh boy, what a stark contrast between the sides--

@shaziztrazh

I didn't have them in mind while designing them,, though maybe I took some subconscious inspiration? I see the similarities! :0

[sometimes-sleeby-octopus]

I have new Boba and Matcha Art!!! With bonus “canon” comic :000!!!

I’m obssesed with them!!! Here’s them laying in the grass:

I’m going to try to explain this in a less ramble-y way with new details I’ve thought of! (Because the first post of this AU was written in a sleep deprived haze. First post linked here if you want to see them in color but shittily. Note: I’m leaving out the jackets from here on out because they were a pain in the ass to draw and I don’t always have the energy for that)

So this is from my recently made MxB Bittersweet Memories AU (which is kind of like 2 aus in one). In this AU there is the “canon” universe and the “drink” universe.

The “canon” universe has the main Sonic cast we all know and love with a focus on Sonic and Shadow. The reason it’s “canon” and not just canon is because there is sonadow (and I’m so funny to make that reference <3 /sarcastic) More on that later.

The Drink universe has variations of the main cast (both in personality and appearance) based on different drinks/drink flavors, also with a focus on the Sonic and Shadow variants. In this universe, there is Boba! Sonic (who is extra peppy and sweet like boba) and Matcha! Shadow (who is very calm, since Matcha tea can decrease anxiety and stress). They call each other by their drink names instead of their “canon” names because I might write a fic and the plot I’m about to explain requires them to be distinct from the “canon” cast.

The silly thing that connects these two AUs into one is the weird connection the sonadow variants have. “Canon” Sonic feels all the emotions Boba has toward Matcha, and they sort of reflect into his own feelings for “Canon” Shadow, as seen in the comic above. Matcha experiences all of Shadow’s memories through dreams and general emotions, including Shadow’s memories of Maria and her death. These memories don’t have to be distant and Matcha can experience them as recent as they happen.

For the “canon” universe, this connection leads to Sonic chasing after Shadow and in the end, they get together. Although, it does take some time since they still have their rivalry.

In the Drink universe, Matcha and Boba have already gotten together in the beginning (and they don’t have a rivalry since their story went a lot different). Instead of going on adventures and saving the world, the people of their universe sell drinks corresponding to themselves (Matcha specializes in Matcha Tea, Boba makes boba, etc). Matcha’s sister (Apple Cider! Maria) never died, so he doesn’t have the same or as much trauma as Shadow (Grenadine! Gerald is dead tho but from old age rather than assassination; he adopted Matcha in this universe and they had a good relationship before he passed). This makes dreams and memories of Maria dying distressing (even though he doesn’t know who Maria is). As a result, the connection leads to a Hurt/Comfort scenario that strengthens Matcha and Boba’s bond.

Throughout this whole thing, both pairs don’t even know the other universe exists!!! It makes it funnier on Sonic’s end tbh XD

I know this is. A lot. But I’m not really sorry!!! I love Matcha and Boba so much!!!

TDLR: Drink Universe with drink inspired STH designs (and established sonadow) and “Canon”Universe with regular STH designs with almost but not yet established sonadow have a weird connection that leads to scenarios ✨ (and lots of sonadow moments!!)

[decafdino]

Wip Wednesday

thanks @sanjuwrites @heartstringsduet and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags! I don't remember if I've posted this snippet before, so whoops if I have!

Dread pools in Carlos' stomach as TK is escorted into the hall by Marjan. He looks utterly exhausted, which mirrors how Carlos is feeling on the inside. It was foolish of them to stay up so late, but Carlos isn't about to complain when he sees TK shoot him a small smile.

"Welcome, Your Highness. I'll get right to it," Rayburn says, standing up to lean over the table. He takes military markers and places them strategically on the map spread across the table. "We have border patrols currently here, here, and here," he points, "though we've had reports of increased bandit strikes along this eastern path."

"Are they organized? Or are these separate incidents?" Pauls asks.

"From what we've seen, there are multiple groups, though they all seem to bear the same allegiance." Rayburn pulls out a scrap of parchment with a crude drawing of wings on it.

Mateo tilts his head. "Is that a butterfly?"

Almost imperceptibly, Rayburn glances at TK. "No. It's pixie wings." He clears his throat. "The majority of the people they've stolen from report this symbol somewhere on the mens' armor or belongings."

Carlos finds himself shifting slightly in front of TK, as if to shield his gaze. The wings, upon further inspection, have tendrils of blood running down the sides and tears along the edges. "Have we determined their motives yet?"

The priest TK was arranged to greet a few days prior, Father Walters, barks a laugh. "Isn't it obvious? They've been sent to do the Lords' work."

"And that would be?" Carlos asks.

Rayburn steps in. "We haven't confirmed anything at this point, but they seem to be trafficking the magical." This time, he pointedly does not look at the prince. "They mostly target peddlers with exotic merchandise and the wealthy. They take anything even slightly magical, things the victims themselves aren't even aware hold magic."

"Do we know what they're doing with these items?" Marjan asks.

"Who cares?" Father Walters says. "They're getting rid of it, Lords and Ladies thank them—"

"We don't know that for sure, Father," Rayburn points out. "Now, we have a plan to increase patrolling along the east, but that would mean deriving manpower from the north and west areas around the town. That's where you come in, Your Highness," he says, turning to TK. "These bandits are smarter than we'd like to give them credit for. They're quick to pick up on our weak spots and exploit them, and shifting our patrols never fixes the issue for long. Frankly, we don't have the manpower needed to handle this mess. I'd like to put in a request for the King to send some of his men, so that we can properly protect our citizens and round up these criminals."

TK nods, and Carlos feels a surge of pride over how far he has come and the professionalism TK now exudes. "I'll send word to my father and let him know. Is there anything else?"

When Rayburn hesitates, Father Walters jumps in. "Come on, Lieutenant. You're so forthcoming about the bandits, you might as well tell them about the disappearances, too."

"Disappearances?" Carlos questions. His mind flickers to Maria. A number of terrible images appear in his imagination of Maria lost and starving and bloody.

Rayburn shifts uncomfortably. "There have been…a few people that have disappeared. Only a small number over the last several months, and spread out enough that we only noticed until recently. Mostly oddballs, folks that many didn't even know were gone." He turns to Carlos. "General Reyes was the one who put it together, alongside the generals of neighboring cities. The more we ask, the larger the scope of the disappearances."

"Why did no one think to alert us?" Marjan pushes. "This seems serious, especially if it's across such a large landscape."

"We didn't want to raise a false alarm in the case that it truly was nothing, and honestly, it was Gabriel's intention to discuss the matter here today."

Carlos squints. "Then why do you seem so hesitant?"

"Because the people going missing are magical," says Father Walters. He sneers in Carlos' direction, "Which would seem to include your fiancée, Sir Reyes."

I am currently way more focused on my wips for class, which has not lent itself much to writing fic like I want :( boo. at least there's spring break!

[not-so-private-thoughts]

On lesbian relationship abuse

I really do think that queer women* are uniquely vulnerable to abuse in first queer relationships. It’s an experience that I’ve seen anecdotally over and over again in niche queer circles but rarely discussed beyond that. I know there is writing about lesbian domestic abuse from the 1980s and 90s, but I don’t know of much from more recently. With the growing mainstream awareness of queerness, there has been a growing push to sanitize and purify experiences of queerness in order to gain acceptance. This has resulted in moves away from talking about the ugly things that are also a part of queerness. Something from Carmen Maria Machado’s memoir “In The Dream House” that really stuck with me was the idea of over-purifying being dehumanizing. Humans are imperfect and placing the expectation on one group to be above that removes them from that level of humanity. I think that widespread conversations on lesbian relationship abuse will have genuine positive impacts on many lives. It’s hard for me to say if these conversations would do much to prevent abuse or flag early warning signs, but certainly, it’s something that will help survivors. I also know that there are parts of this that will be relevant to straight experiences of relationship abuse, and even other gay experiences, but in speaking from my own experience, this will draw heavily on experiences of lesbianism.

Machado is nearly 20 years older than me, and her experience of queerness is necessarily different than mine because of that. She didn’t talk a whole lot about her early experiences with ideas of lesbian relationships, but I believe that the way we conceptualize those is important. When I was just coming into my queerness, I believed relationships with women to be magical. Why did I place women on this pedestal? I wasn’t as deeply into online spaces as a lot of my peers were, but I dabbled. I was present enough to absorb general attitudes of queerness from queer women. And they were ones of fantasy and perfection. They taught me that girls are soft and sweet and warm. Growing up disillusioned with relationships with men, feeling something for a girl only served to confirm these ideas. The girls I had crushes on gave me butterflies with their smiles and their giggles. The boys I knew bothered me with their boisterousness and grossness and everything else that is just a fact about teenage boys if you ask a teenage girl. Plus, I was a girl, and that sameness immediately earned these crushes an extra level of familiarity. Familiarity, closeness, trust, it all gives someone passes to be shitty. And that’s not to say I am disillusioned with love or care, I believe wholeheartedly in the importance of companionship and partnership. I just also know firsthand how someone can break you by knowing you.

Since rereading “Dream House” this fall, I really haven’t been able to stop turning these ideas over in my head. I see them everywhere. It’s become an obsession. Maybe it’s to do with the closure I never got and my experiences of abuse that have never been voiced or validated. I think moreso though, there is a pervasiveness to these ideas of queer female fantasy that are lovely but so dangerous. They blind us to the cold reality that some women are scary. Like not in a fun romantic way, truly the stuff of nightmares years later. (As a side note, the nightmares that I run into now nearly three years out about her are that we meet today and she is kind to me. Those are the scariest ones yet, because they mean I’ve been wrong all along.)

This isn’t a finished thought, I really do have a desire to turn this into something more, but I have no idea what that means. I want it to be something that has the depth, rigor, and simultaneous accessibility of a high quality video essay, but I have none of the skills for that. And so for now it will simply grow between a personal google doc and an unnoticed tumblr blog.

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*The language here is imprecise and imperfect. By queer women, talking about these relationships, I’m referring to people who are in relationships that exhibit the positionality of lesbianism. Neither party in the relationship must necasarily be a lesbian or a woman. I will contunue to use the words lesbian and queer woman but the understanding of nuance in those terms should be assumed throughout, these words are used for convenience.

[askrise]

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Introduction

Welcome to Ask R. I. S. E! A mini interactive project with lore (If it goes well) where YOU interview these weirdos! You can ask them any sort of question, as long as you follow the rules!

The Story

R. I. S. E is a team of scientists who are searching for the key to immortality, and their latest experiment has proven to be an immense success! So now they've opened doors for interviews to spread the word of their success. Just remember, if you're not careful, you might come out with some missing parts!

The Characters

Eva

The leader of the investigation and co-founder of R. I. S. E, saying Eva is eccentric is downplaying it very hard. They do not seem to know what things like “Professionalism”, “Common decency” or “Personal Space” are, which may make it seem like they're an ill fit for leading such an organization, but don't be fooled. She's extremely smart and quick witted, and has proven to be an extraordinary leader and scientist.

Her projects and actions speak for themselves, which is good, because if she were to speak for them, they wouldn't have gotten any funding… Or anything in general

Lucifer

He is the Co-founder of R.I.S.E and in charge of the business side of the organization. With an elegant and educated demeanor, a silver tongue and sly smile, he makes his way around the business world with ease.

His honey-like words will have you lulled into a sense of security and confidentiality in a second. He'll carefully trace the path your mind will follow, and once you realize it, it will be too late and you'll see you're supporting a group of truly dangerous and deranged people.

But hey, you'll get a wink from him as he leaves to deal with it!

Maria Magdalena

The head of the genetics part of the research, Magdalena is an extremely shut in woman. She seems to be in her own world most of the time, talking to herself and rarely paying attention to what is happening in front of her. 

However, even if her constant resting bitch face tells you otherwise, she ADORES her job and her hobbies, and if you even mention something related to her interest, you'll be ready for a long, intensive, and almost violent rant that will leave your ears ringing. 

She'll then retrieve back into her shell, as all her social battery was used up, but hey, she works hard!

Abel

Age: 25

Gender: Cis Girl (She/Her)

Likes: Horror movies and books, sculpting, dressing up

Dislikes: Vegetables, doing nothing for too long

Abel, the anatomist of the research, is a young cheerful woman who loves her job more than anything else. She's always seen with a big smile (And I mean always) and a passion and enthusiasm to match that comes from a genuine love and interest in the human form, and her job.

She loves it so much in fact that it's weird to not see her in her work clothes! And yeah that is blood! Very fresh as you can tell from the vibrancy of it!

Does this scare off some investors? Sometimes, but she's one of R. I. S. E's best workers, so they don't stop her.

Cain

Age: 26

Gender: Agender (He/She/They)

Likes: Making music, cybergoth music, kids

Dislikes: People, attention, Abel

Cain is a robotics engineer whose knowledge on the field and pure work ethic (she never stops working) landed her on R. I. S. E extremely quickly, climbing up until he became one of the head researchers. 

You wouldn't know this by his attitude though. 

Cain always seems tired. They speak in a monotone yet somehow very annoyed voice, eats, showers and sleeps in hir lab and is rarely, if ever, seen smiling. He never seems enthusiastic about anything, and has to be dragged to do everything except her job. Thankfully, she has somewhat of a social life in there. Just not with humans

Teodoro

Age: 12

Gender: Cis Boy (He/Him)

Likes: Drawing, nature, video games

Dislikes: Heat, tight clothes, strong smells

Teodoro is R. I. S. E's first and only successful attempt at creating an immortal human by transporting his consciousness to a robotic vessel, tailored to look exactly like his original one, granting him with a never deteriorating body and immortality. However, the process was not perfect, as he lost all his memories, and has to be raised as a human yet again by the organization, whom have kept him to further their experiments and researches.

Apart from that he's a pretty normal 12 year old boy. A bit reserved maybe, always choosing to stay alone and listen to music. He doesn't reject social situations, but there's not many to be had in a lab where you are the subject. He tends to have trouble expressing or understanding emotions, but is trying his best to learn.

Rules

- No NSFW stuff

- You can send as many questions as you'd like, just try to not send more than 3 per ask

- Please specify for who the question is, even if it's for everyone/anyone

- You can rp your characters and make them ask mine questions ^~^

- It's my first time doing something like this so... Beware

About.... Me?

- My name is Lux (He/Him) from @shinandlux

- This is an oc... Project (?) to get better at writing and drawing my characters and preparing for a game I'm planning on making

- Again, first time doing this! So any help and/or pointing out errors would be very appreciated! I'm trying mostly to just have fun here, but I still wanna do it right

Anyways, that's kinda it! Hope you have fun! :)

[freezingwhitefire]

This is honestly just a random thing I put together after thinking about Altair and how he changed between the first memory in Revelations and the first game. It is also a nod of sorts at the book the Secret Crusade which I have not actually read in it's entirety yet. Also the dialogue at the end was from memory and may not be entirely correct but was from the memory in Revelations.

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What makes a thoughtful man a proud arrogant one? Praise? Admiration? Something else?

Altair knew what it took. It was none of those things, it was pain. An anguished betrayal. A loss so deep and profound that nothing could fill the gaping hole except that haughty veneer and yet despite that he remembered how desperately he had craved for someone to notice and to reach out to him. It hadn't happened though. Altair had pulled himself from that darkness and agony. Perhaps someone would have helped if they hadn't had the total disconnect of that time he spent hunting.

As it stood Altair had been bleeding to death internally, emotionally, and no one had truly seen. Rauf had noticed something, that was something Altair noticed later, but at the time one friendly face and hand was only just enough to keep him from drowning. If he could change anything it would have been that the one person actually trying to draw him from his own darkness would not have died as a result of that shade. Kadar deserved better.

Now, sitting in a chair so far from his true home, Altair wondered if perhaps he should have tried to open up to the Da'i and Rafique that had tried to help and guide him. Darim would possibly have his mother and brother still, Malik would be berating Altair himself for being driven from his home, and Altair himself would be… better perhaps. Not as worn and broken down as he felt. Not as haunted by so many dead, his parents, Adha, Maria, Sef, Malik, Rauf, and so so many others. Golden eyes closed in grief, in silent guilt for more than just taking possession of the Apple of Eden.

Darim walked into the room, Sef's wife behind him looking anxiously at him. It was almost ludicrous how the two of them seemed uneasy around him, an old man who was past the age where he could truly have stood against them. Seeing his son shift nervously Altair smiled softly and stood.

"You wish to seek those who remained behind."

"Yes." Darim replied, squaring his shoulders, a gesture that echoed Maria so strongly Altair saw her there instead for a moment.

"You have my blessing to go." Altair reached forward and set his hands on his son’s shoulders giving an affectionate squeeze.

"Come with me."

"I-"

"Father," Sef's wife interrupted, "please, do not waste away here. It is not what Sef would have wanted."

Altair sighed and closed his eyes once more. He wanted to but could he? Could he face those ghosts again? Malik would have laughed at him letting something like that stop him. Rauf's voice speaking in support of him seemed to echo from his memory too and Altair's shoulders… they relaxed as he reopened his eyes, an easing of tension he had not even noticed lingering there.

"I will need my blades if we are to go."

Relief lit Darim's face, his blue eyes filled with tears, prompting Altair to pull his son into a hug. If Darim's hands clung to his robes Altair would never admit to it, and if he clung to his son too then that was their secret too.

"I have them ready for you father. I also have some clothes for you to wear so we are less conspicuous."

"Good, very good."

Pain lingered but looking at the two children, his children now, Altair thought that perhaps pain could do more than drive to darkness and perhaps sympathy and kindness could lead to greater places still. Smiling grimly he decided to try and see. Even Abbas deserved some kindness despite the agony he had dealt to others. Unbidden words he had spoken with one whom he had loved and been betrayed by came to mind, this time without the grief that they typically carried and Altair resolved to follow through on his own words once again.

'You gave him a chance to reclaim his honor.'

'No man should pass from this life without knowing some kindness.'

'Yet he rejected your grace.'

'As was his right.'

[shivunin]

Hi! Old age/aging headcanon for your babies?

Hey! Thank you so much for asking c:

(Headcanon asks)

I think by the time Wen is old, she has a plethora of tattoos from Zev. They add one for every significant event, and by the time she's old Wen doesn't have many large sections of uninked skin left. Also, I like to imagine she looks like a stiff wind would blow her away, but can still beat the shit out of someone who thinks she is frail. Just---unexpectedly spry for an old woman. Also, she still has like a billion pets.

Maria marks each sign of aging with delight. Once her hair is finally all silver and white, she proudly tells Fenris they finally match and he laughs (as she intended, of course). I think the role of grand dame would suit her well, and of course they have truckloads of grandkids whom she entertains with light shows. She would be very stately, I think, and shock people by looking very serene and then cracking an improbably crude joke.

Elowen becomes a bit of a hermit in her old age. I think she stops needing to uphold other people's expectations and starts creating a space for herself that she loves. Just---fucks off into the wilderness with one of those funky houses you find on accident while wandering the map. There is a cozy corner with her drawings and letters all set how she likes them, trunks of odds and ends she's picked up along the way, and a secret bookcase that leads to her bedroom and its massive bed.

Emmaera...oof. In the canon universe, I think she spends increasing amounts of time on her research and builds a network of Firsts and Keepers to share information even during years when there is no Arlathven. Research held in each "cell" of a clan can mean that history is lost permanently if the clan dies (she came painfully close to seeing it happen to her own clan, of course) so I think she tries to find a way to share that information among clans and create a standing record outside of them. The older she gets, the more important this becomes to her, I think.

(I wrote a whole thing about Wander Emma and it made me so sad that I deleted it, so...we're just going to leave it at that)

Salshira in old age finally lets some of her walls down. It becomes less and less appealing to reshape herself to entertain and push away others, and eventually she just stops. She is still charming and funny, I think, because that's a part of who she is, but it becomes less of a shield and more of a way to build connections. I like the idea of her life not holding some grand purpose or great project, but just...getting to be at peace in having a home and family that belong wholly to her. She's always been one of the most at ease in her own body of all my OCs and I like to think that continues as she grows older. Just...delight at knowing she hasn't seen everything she'll become yet.

And Ilriane, of course, my poor forgotten baby, is cursed with immortality and will never grow old c:

[fantomette22]

For OCs asks... Isn't it your OC on your icon? Can you tell us more about them?

Ah Lucen Venator ! My beloved hunter <3 (I called my tarnished Lucen too, I might used that name for everyone lol but it's not exactly the same character either hehe ^^)

(drawing made by PaperAcolyte/Chess Albaneze on Instagram by the way. A really nice and sweet person who's making one of the best bloodborne comic to date!)

Alright so lil Lucen really try to be a kind soul but have seen some serious shit in his life (cf scars + last survivor origins initially but I arranged myself so that a lot of origin could actually fit him). What I mean is that he's more a summon helper than an invader XD I put a bit of myself in him. He's probably gonna ascend to become a great one but in the scenario where he would do the "Yharnam sunrise ending" he would ended becoming the next Crow.

He got black hair and silver? eyes. And actually more than just one scar on the face. Oh and I guess they/them is fine too? And If I had a female hunter I would probably have called her Lucen as well so

He's like the only characters with a complex family tree including both OC and really obscure characters from the lore of Bloodborne too. (I finally have an excuse to talk about it let's go !) (of course it's just my imagination and doesn't repose on anything)

Ok so first you have his grandad (that I call Mr Venator or just Venator because I didn't found a name yet) he's a a foreigner who came to Yharnam as a prospector originally and then became an old hunter. (He probably never met his grandson too... probably died way before 😢)

He had a son (Lucen's dad) that accompanied him but he was a child/young teenager when they came at Yharnam. But he hang up around the workshop & with other hunter and that's how he met the brother of his future wife and well, his future wife.

Now Lucen's mother (that's where the family tree get tricky XD) so she's from Yharnam? I think. she's from a servant family of Cain or smt akin too. She was a kid too during the beginning of the hunters and all (like before the hamlet/just after).

BUT she had an older brother/half brother (Lucen's uncle) who's an illegitimate Cainhurst/noble child. Maria took him under her wings and he became an old hunter (probably the youngest too, he was a teen). That GUY stayed a hunter and kinda rejected cainhurst who wanted him to become a knight and he's even the one who took care of the workshop after Gehrman went into the dream. And oh yeah he ended up becoming the beast possessed soul of the workshop...💀 (the freaking drama I know! I need names for everyone too ahhhh)

AND (it's not finished) that hunter is also... vileblood drifter Leo half brother too! (I know I said it was complex) (Leo, who's probably a cousin/relative of Bloody Crow too. Crow's dad is another one of my oc too but that will be for another time lol).

Here's the family tree so you might understand better. With the simplified version and a more complex version (i'm sorry it's a mess... I might changed it one day...or not)

Anyway in my hc / one of my story all this lil squad : Lucen's parents (with his mom being like 8 months pregnant of him at the time...) his uncle and lil (emo teen young adult) Crow have been basically saved/hid by Gehrman when the church attacked Cainhurst. (I have lots of thoughts about it ! Lucen's uncle and Leo even reconcile in it wow)

Just imagining the following scene make me laugh all the time XD :

Laurence at the workshop : Gehrman what are you doing ??

Gehrman : Me ? Nothing I'm just having tea with some friends. Didn't you tell me you were busy with the mess at Cainhust or smt...

Imagined around the table you have like the doll, 2 anxious/scared future parents (with the dad being hurt because he was almost crucified at Hemwick), Crow (Voron) who's on the point of annihilated Laurence and the hunter (Lucen uncle) holding him back...

After that Lucen's family quit Yharnam. (Except his uncle who stayed/came back. And Crow who might have went with them? but ended up coming back a bit later too. I would never have thought crow would have been linked that much with my hunter... wtf)

Oh and i forgot to mention... when the Moon Presence was beckon... a child was born under the pale moonlight...far away from Yharnam... I let you guess who that was 👀

(I don't have that much bloodborne oc really... ok maybe besides them, the cainhurst ocs (the knight, crow? and a few others (I need names too) and if you don't count the king, Caryll, Dores, dores, gatekeeper, Archi & Paarl + some the corpses we see in game we know like 2 things about I guess the only other legit oc is like Gehrman's dog lmao XD)

Update : By the way it's pronounced LuSSen /LuÇen

[bethanydelleman]

From Mansfield With Love

Someone a while ago asked for my opinion on this series and I hope they see this because I can’t find the original post response.

So I’m on Episode No. 31 and I while I think it’s pretty good for an amature production, I’m really not loving the characterization.

Frankie does not seem super Fanny to me, and I’m sad because I’ve been told this is an in character depiction. The main problem is she doesn’t come off as shy. There are a few other things: she makes a lot of quips/sass (book Fanny is more likely to quote poetry), she speaks up a lot when other people are around, she criticizes people first to Edmund, and she in no ways seems to be in love with Edmund. (And I don’t think she’d say it out loud to Will, but there are no like, longing looks or anything). 

Frankie also just seems whiny a lot, which is something I don’t think we should be getting so much. Fanny accepts her lot in life in MP. When she has a headache from cutting flowers, she doesn’t blame anyone or complain, she quietly lies down.  I think it would have been in character to see Frankie after getting yelled at by Mrs. Norris doing some sort of mantra “I’m lucky to be here and have this job” or something. Instead of insulting Mrs. Norris behind her back which we never see book Fanny do.

As for the Frankie/Bertram dynamic, she seems to be more part of a friend group than a grateful, dependant. And I know this is hard to depict today, I don’t have the answers but the Bertrams really seem to treat her far too much like an equal or like a friend. 

I am also really disappointed by the scene where Frankie accidentally records Henry and Mary and learns that Henry can’t be trusted. It basically erases all of Fanny’s perceptive abilities. She is now an eavesdropper, not a careful studier of the people around her.

I have mostly enjoyed the depiction of Mary, though we are not getting the dynamic where she ignores Fanny until the Miss Bertrams leave, but that’s not a big deal. Mary has been merged with Mrs. Grant which is fine.

I also think Tom is pretty well done.

Henry has been a bit of an issue for me too. He’s actually attractive, which I don’t think is my subjective judgement because a bunch of the characters say that he’s physically attractive which is not the idea. The idea is that he talks his way into being hot. But besides that, he seems to want to go for Frankie right away, but then that doesn’t really happen, and it’s also against the book. He isn’t supposed to pay attention to Fanny at all until the Miss Bertram’s leave. And I think that is important to how in the background Fanny is.

Also, it’s kind of a problem for Henry to have a job. I think a big part of his character is that he’s perpetually bored and doesn’t really have anything to do (I know he’s technically a landlord, but he can manage that through a steward). We know that when Henry actually wants to do something, he does it. It might have made more sense to have Henry be the person who draws up the plans and then Mary actually has to build it or something so Henry can finish quickly and then be bored? I don’t know. 

Rhea and Rory is kind of strange, because they look actually in love, not like Maria is just in this for the money. I know these are amature actors, but I also don’t really see Rhea vying for Henry’s attention. She’s usually with Rory and staring lovingly into his eyes. The skinny dipping thing seemed to come out of nowhere.

As for the Edmund/Fanny/Frankie dynamic, I don’t know if it will become more apparent, but I haven’t seen anything yet that’s similar to “Fanny must have a horse/Can Mary borrow the house?/I ran away with the horse for five days” which is important in how Edmund begins to neglect and forget Fanny. I also am not really getting the “Edmund tells Fanny about Mary’s faults and then talks himself out of them” dynamic.

The one scene that really bothered me, and I’m really confused why they even did it, was when Frankie says she does a book club with Edmund, but then specifies that Edmund won’t read classics. And I was like, what??? Edmund and Fanny have basically identical taste in books in MP: but he recommended the books which charmed her leisure hours, he encouraged her taste, and corrected her judgment: he made reading useful by talking to her of what she read, and heightened its attraction by judicious praise. That was just a very strange choice in my opinion.

Also, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to get out of the little plot where Mary and Henry want to turn Frankie’s attic into a suite but then they back down right away when they realize it’s her room.

Anyway, happy to hear other people’s thoughts on this series! I am really glad it exists, because MP does not get enough love. And I am in no way saying that I could have done it better, these are just my quibbles.

[simplyalicee]

YOU NEIGHBORS AAAAA IM ACTUALLY ABOUT TO CRY??? I DIDN'T THINK I MADE ANY IMPACT YET HERE WE ARE... I LOVE YOU ALL SOSOSO MUCH!!! TO MY FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS

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ALL OF YOU.

Whether you're my mutual, favorite artist, sibling (looking at you Cyn >:D), or girlfriend (HII ZIP <333), YOU ALL MEAN SO SO MUCH TO ME. I don't think any of you understand now much you've all impacted me as a person. I LOVE THE THINGS YOU DRAW, I LOVE THE THINGS YOU POST, I LOVE WHAT YOU, I LOVE YOU ALL SOSO MUCH <333 EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU MEAN SO MUCH TO ME.

TO MY FAVORITE ARTISTS!! SOME MAY KNOW ME, SOME MAY NOT AT ALL BECAUSE I HAVENT POSTED FAN CONTENT OF YOUR CONTENT, LET ME REMIND YOU ALL THAT WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS AMAZING AND WONDERFUL OF YOU <3333 I adore the ideas you have, I adore your drawings and everything you make. Seeing your art geniunely makes me so happy. PLEASE DON'T EVER STOP DOING WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, DO WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL MOTIVATED OKAY?? I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH YOU SILLY TALENTED INDIVIDUALS MWA MWA MWA /P

TO MY MUTUALS AND SWEET FRIENDS, I AM GENIUNELY SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU ALL IN MY LIFE!! I'VE SEEN THE THINGS YOU POST, AND GENIUNELY IT FILLS ME WITH SO MUCH JOY!! I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU TALKING DOWN UPON YOURSELVES BECAUSE YOU ALL ARE SUCH SWEET AND TALENTED PEOPLE. How we managed to become friends I will never know, but I'm not complaining. I get to see the most amazing people thrive and grow <3333 HEHEHE I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCH MWA MWA MWA /P

TO CYN, I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!! I AM SO INCREDIBLY LUCKY TO HAVE YOU AS MY LITTLE SISTER. I DONT KNOW WHAT KIND OF SHENANIGANS WE'LL GET OURSELVES INTO, BUT I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HOW OUR FUTURE WILL HOLD UP. YOU ARE THE BEST SISTER ANYONE COULD'VE EVER ASKED FOR. YOU ARE TALENTED AND PASSIONATE ABOUT THE THINGS YOU LOVE!! I LOVE HEARING YOUR RAMBLES, EVEN IF THEY DRIVE ME CRAZY (in a positive way)!! STAY AWESOME YOU GOOBER

AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, TO MY PRECIOUS GIRLFRIEND ZIP <3333 I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH MY SWEET ROSE!! I AM SOSOSOSO HAPPY TO BE YOURS! YOU MEAN THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME AND I ADORE YOU! I ADORE YOUR DRAWINGS, YOUR ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE???? I COULD STARE AT IT ALL DAY IF I HAD THE CHANCE TO. YOU MEAN SOSO MUCH TO ME AND I AM GENIUNELY SO LUCKY TO BE ALIVE AT THE SAME TIME AS YOU. YOU ARE SO TALENTED MY DEAR, I LOVE YOU!!! MWA MWA MWA /R

I LOVEEEE YOU ALL SO MUCH MY SWEET NEIGHBORS <333 I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU ALL DO FOR THE FUTURE EHEHEHHEE

friendship lives in little things and little things make up love. and what is love if not knowing everything about them before you know their name?

just something i made for school on the prompt internet. to my best friends and to my amazing online friends &lt;3

[livecharliereaction]

manga ep2 big post part 2/?

this art style is kind of crazy ANYWAY. Ughhhhh. Somehow this too is about yasuda gender. Its so. Endless gender for the endless witch

Made jessica cry. Jessica im so sorry

completely forgot this is like A Rosa Episode lowkey ouhhhhh In the end. I love her too. But thats just because i can see...

COLOREEEED PRETTYYY oh shannon kanon counter but its just them and genji too

she said witch beatrice shes so fun i love her another fave-since-ep1 for sure

Keeping an eye on her and genji as well. Ugh. And nanjo too.

Hardest two in all of life <- i typed this sentence then looked away from the puter to talk to family for 2 secs and looked back and realised it doesnt make any fucking sense but i agree

Whys this art style making him look crazy cool well hes cool in ryukishi too but its like lame-cool this is like well i dont know

most normal girl ever

thank god for the love that i can see with because she is so evil. maybe its pretty privilege too Oh but rosas pretty and yet i hated her at one point. Idk something about eva is just. Ughhh

NOT sure about her btw im interpreting it as yasuda playing with her and marias fun and kanon here is kinda just hoping to get a perspective But also could be a lot of her doing play-pretend based on like A few interactions. I have to take a big look at mariage sorciere when its more relevant i mean itll be talked here but other eps too

BADDIE. Why i kinda like this style so much?!!!? Anyway easy to explain why rosa can see her (yasuda felt bad for little maria and dressing up. ill have to look but that might be the distinction between the two outfits)

Study door handle burned her hand i guess its because kinzo shouldnt be seen right now

SHES MENTIONING HOW KANON DOESNT HAVE TO BE FURNITURE ANYMORE I FORGOT ABOUT ALL OF THAT SHE KEPT PROMISING IT BUT I NEVER REALLY UNDERSTOOD. OH MAN

Exact same rank...

Lol gohda is so. Such an inoffensive character all in all? He does NOTHING for us. Or maybe i just dont have the love to see it. Like what his role is in the big picture. Hes just there. I dont think thats a bad thing though

Its so fucking good. Makes you wonder though. About genji kumasawa and even nanjos motivation to let her do her thing... Because kinzos supposedly already dead, are they really so loyal to give him his "redemption" despite that...

He says he never met her though and he doesnt think they had a child. Ugh.

maria keeps saying crazy things shes so funny light of the party

sayo. Ohmmmmm. I think the translation team changed cos the other one had her tell him her name is kiyo no? yeah i checked she definitely told him that. thats interesting

shes so funny i love her sense of humor its so great. Anyway one of the most iconic scenes in this ep commence

shes sleeping guys no shes meditating

girlslove

u crazy

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS BEING HERE OH MY GODDDDDD OK OK OK OK

i remember being a little confused when i first read on why tf they were focusing so much on the locked rooms but thats the thing now. and besides how else would u approach it well i dont know

its all about the closed rooms and the closed (cat)boxes etc

i need her . When her demeanor and appearance are partially specifically tailored for battler to like her Well call me battler cos it works. It does make u feel a bit bad though doesnt it

he doesnt like the rule though hes all zen zen dame da about it

shes got the gun and shit shes taking chargeeeeee.... queen

oh hell show UP ALRIGHT seriously one of my fav scenes to this day and this is like what ep 2

eughhhhhhh ughhhhh uhghhhhghghh well Yyeah To be fair with the truth and all im still not sure how it was done something something kumasawa or whatever its conceivable

they draw her so strange (good)

Omg its just like ep6

GIRLSLOVE

battler asked rosa how she can prove shes not a wolf Ohhhh girl. Hey maria. Im going to be the father that stepped up

[imagines-by-cleo]

Cleooo 😍 your recent Erwin x reader 🤪 my oh my

Can I request daddy Erwin x reader doing it on wall Maria. There’s just smth about him showing everyone who you belong to 😋 can you make it a bit romantic 😅 maybe he’s just proposed to her or smth, who knows 🫣

thanks for doing the Lord’s work 🤠

One big daddy Erwin fic coming right up! This is an amazing prompt, I'm surprised I haven't seen any other fics with this concept yet.

This accidentally became the unofficial sequel to my other fic oops

Fun fact: I did a little research and the walls in aot are about 160 feet/50 meters high, which is the same size as an olympic swimming pool so if you were doing things on top of the wall there is a good chance everyone could hear.

CW: SMUT, acrophobia, begging, dirty talk, daddy kink, exhibitionism, unprotected sex

Gazing out into the vast sea of houses as the lights inside them lit up one by one after being shrouded in the shadow of the wall, the sight would have been awe inspiring to most people however you were more focused on keeping a firm grip over the railing. Even though you knew the bricks you stood on were steady you still felt as if they were slanting forward, ready to tip you over the edge as the distance between yourself and the ground grew larger.

"Even after all that training in ODM gear, you're still afraid of heights." Erwin joked.

"It's different when you're moving, and I've never been up this high." You explained.

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms tight around you allowing your body to finally relax in his grasp. The warmth of his body protecting you from the chill in the high altitude air, only getting colder as the sun went down.

"Look over there." He pointed, drawing your attention west at the horizon away from the potential fall. "At the top of that hill, that would be the perfect place to build a house."

It was. More than perfect, it was a dream. Framed in golden sunlight, surrounded by grassy meadows, a fitting place to live out the fairy tale your life had become since you met Erwin. That same sunlight covering the world now could fill every room of your new home in the near future, for years to come it would shine on you and your family illuminating thousands of sweet memories like the one you were making now. You looked up at Erwin, the way his eyes were transfixed on that same spot told you that he was picturing the same thing.

"I think this would have been a better spot to propose than in bed on a Sunday morning." You commented, turning to face him.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't hear you complaining at the time, I heard a lot of other things though."

"Everyone else heard that too, don't you remember?" You added, unaware that it would only put similar ideas in his head.

"Remind me again." He crooned, hands sliding down your body.

As you were about to protest his mouth met yours, unable to resist the invasion of his tongue you let him explore your mouth thoroughly as if he didn't know every inch by heart. His fingertips gently touching the hem of your skit, lifting the fabric gently like he was unveiling a work of art. You rested your hands on his chest, feeling as it rose and fell with every deep breath. Stepping forward to press his body against yours Erwin unknowingly pushed you uncomfortably close to the edge, you turned and gasped at the height making him secure an arm around your waist to remind you that you were perfectly safe.

"It's okay, I got you." He whispered. "Just trust me."

With the arm around your body he lifted you onto the railing, sitting you down carefully and positioning your legs so he could fit easily between. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, grappling onto him tightly while your heart raced.

"Don't take your eyes off me." He said putting his thumb to your chin, turning your gaze to him.

The pounding in your chest softened as you focused on Erwin's blue eyes, finding tenderness mixed mischief. A hand glided beneath your skirt, thumb moving your panties to the side. The adrenaline pumping through your body only heightened the sensation of the cool night air chilling your exposed intimate parts. Fingers caressed your sensitive clit, relaxing you with every stroke as his lips found yours once again. What once was dangerous and terrifying was now thrilling, the thought of being seen from the town below mixed with the excitement to make the scene all the more exhilarating.

"I've never felt you this wet before." He commented.

Fingers audibly squelching as he easily slid them inside, you couldn't find the impulse control to hold back the moan that followed. He wasted no time shoving them in deep as possible, making your head roll back while you relished in the stretch.

"More." You gasped.

"Such a greedy little thing." Erwin remarked. "You're gonna have to beg better than that."

"Please daddy, I want it so bad." You called out, louder than you should have.

He looked surprised at the new nickname but not at all deterred, pulling his fingers out of you and using them to enthusiastically undo his belt.

"Make sure you let everyone down there know how good daddy's fucking you." He told you while settling between your legs.

Bracing for the impact you wrapped your legs firmly around him. The groan Erwin let out from deep in his chest as he first pushed in was glorious to say the least, indicating he wasn't planning on staying quiet either. With the first movement of his hips you found you didn't have to exaggerate your moans, the rush of such a dangerous location made you feel every inch of his length so intensely. His possessive bruising grip tightened after scream he elicited from you, only stopping when he looked for a fresh handfull of your flesh to grab.

"That's it, tell me how good it feels." He said through a slurry of grunts and groans of increasing volume.

Throwing your head back you left your neck open for Erwin to devour with bites and long drags of his tongue, from this angle you could see the city lights dancing through your clouded gaze as you cried out into the distance. The sting of the cold air filled your lungs as the pace of his thrusts accelerated, violently forcing every gasping moan out of you.

"Fuck daddy, don't stop!" You begged, squeezing your legs around him to spur him on.

Neither of you would last long at this rate, with him going wild and you already starting to spasm around him. You twisted your hands into his shirt, nails digging into his skin beneath, anything to anchor yourself through the rapidly approaching climax. He hammered away, sloppy thrusts managing to target the tender spot deep inside you making you clench hard around his cock as you came.

Moans changing key while wave after wave washed over, you loosened your grip on his body relying on his strength to keep you secured. Erwin softly panted your name while a familiar warmth filled your insides, you looked forward to meet his gaze as he continued to pump his hot cum deeper into you. The way it dripped out, how close he was holding you, literally being on top of the world, you never wanted it to end.

When he finally finished the two of you paused for a moment, taking time to sit in each others arms and catch your breath while the night grew darker around you. You made the mistake of leaning back too far and slipped backwards, luckily Erwin caught you just in time. Instead of pulling you up the smug bastard decided to show off how strong he was and keep you suspended while he leaned over the edge to kiss you. You were not nearly as pleased as he was, tugging at his clothes trying to get him to pull you back up.

After having his fun he finally set you upright, amused at the sight of you trying to stand without your knees buckling. Tucking himself back into his pants while you tried to figure out what to do with the fresh mess between your legs that your panties were not fit to contain.

"Let's go home and get you cleaned up." He said offering his hand to help you steady yourself. "Besides, a patrol from the garrison is bound to show up any minute now."

"Add them to the list of people we can never speak to again." You remarked, taking his arm as he lead you on. "What's next the military police? How do you plan to embarrass in front of them?"

"Oh, I'm sure I can think of something." He replied in an all to serious tone with a grin that raised some concern.

That house in the hills, far away from the city and everyone you knew was starting to sound better by the minute.

[kyberphilosopher]

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Word Count: 3467 Requested: yes. Based off ‘505′ Warnings: strong hints to sexual disposition. Spoilers if you squint.

“I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck... I did last time I checked.” -Arctic Monkeys, ‘505′.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

With hoarse breath and unwavering eyes, you look up to the stars as you speak. “So, you’re really going to do it then?”

“I have to,” you hear him say. His voice has gotten far more mature and calm since the first time you’d heard him speak. Still angry and determined, but in an intelligent, adult way. Eren is a more capable person now. The only thing left to do is wait and see if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing. 

“What do you think are the chances of winning?” you question. A shooting star whizzes across the sky at that very moment, and it’s gone before you can think of a wish. 

You turn around to face him, but his eyes are already on you. Once upon a time, Eren’s eyes were emerald and teal and deep. Now they’re paler. They are cold and steady as a byproduct of who he’s become. It’s hard not to wonder what he’s thinking about when he looks at you like this, especially since he’s become harder to read over the years.

At first, Eren was one of the most insufferable people you’d ever met. He acted out so often, it was hard to see him as another person of intelligent life. You mostly just minded your business through your cadet years, usually hanging around Reiner, who was also difficult to see as intelligent life. Sometimes you and Eren would argue, but it was never passionate. You just had different world views. 

Things got better when you found out what Eren really was. Since you hadn’t made top ten, you could only choose between the Garrison Regiment, or the Scout Regiment. And with Eren’s newly discovered power showing the promise of hope, you decided on the Scouts. He liked that. 

After that, it was hard not to mature at the same time as he. Eren often blamed himself for the death and carnage that surrounded the regiment. You were solely responsible for the passing of your best friend. And after everything that happened with the government, almost dying at Shiganshina- you knew you couldn’t stand this much longer. With your relationship with Eren still budding in its early and steamy stages, he was the only one you told of your desertion. You abandoned the corps, finding a small, abandoned farm within wall Maria to hide out in. 

Eren was too tired and sick of everything to think you were being cowardly. He wanted to leave too. Maybe come with you. But Eren had plans in the works that he couldn’t leave alone. He visited you less and less. Luckily you never made a fuss. 

And now Eren wants to end the world, to save the world. How does he expect you to react to this?

“I just thought I should see you,” Eren replies. You know he’s deflecting your question. You’re not stupid. 

You nod slowly, blinking as you think. “Am I going to die?”

Your companion crosses his arms calmly. “Yes,” he tells you. 

There it is. 

“You know I can’t support you in this, right?” you tell Eren, equally as calm. 

He only replies after a moment, also in deep thought. “I know.”

You look back up to the sky, sighing out through your nose. “Why did you come, Eren? Did you want me to tell you that I think you’re doing the right thing? Or was it because you need to let out some anger? I wonder.”

“I did want to see you.”

“Do you still?”

Silence. 

“Yes.”

“And I suppose there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”

“No.”

The stars are glittering with pastel hues, like a rainbow, or kaleidoscope. Each one is a different size, bordering on different shapes, all fusing and melting together like your idea of heaven. You can barely even see the midnight color of the sky through all them. It is beautiful, but it’s also bitter. Everything is bitter, here. 

“I didn’t make myself any dinner yet,” you say. “Couldn’t think of anything.”

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When she was alive, Eren’s mother would make a soup for the family. It was creamy, hot, filled with meat and cheese at the bottom. Eren never liked soup, but he did love that dish. She was always sure to make extra for him, so that he could enjoy it for several days. And although it wasn’t until after she was gone that Eren realized he rarely ever thanked her for it, it was still one of the warmest memories Eren had. 

He fills your wooden bowl with it, being awfully generous. He knows that even though you haven’t eaten much in the last few years, you too had grown fond of the soup. He knows no matter how slowly you force it down, you are enjoying it. It burns the roof of your mouth every time, but you’ve never cared. All that matters is the creamy sauce, and the cow cooked to perfection. 

You stare at the fireplace beside you, flames cackling and licking upward. Eren sets the bowl in front of you, and takes the seat on the other side. You know he sets his long hair behind his shoulders. You’re already prepared. From your pocket, you produce a stretchy brown hair tie on the verge of snapping, handing it to him. 

“Thanks,” he says, even though this routine has happened however many times he’s seen you. 

“You’re welcome.”

The soup is as amazing as usual. You’re willing to bet Eren makes it even better than his mother did, but you dare not say it aloud. It’s creamy, perfectly seasoned. It goes down your throat, still steaming. 

“Does Mikasa know about this?” you question, taking one more delicious bite. 

“No. None of them do,” Eren answers. “Armin will figure it out soon.”

“You want me to kill ‘em?”

Eren shakes his head. To a lot of people, this would be taken as a joke. But this is nowhere near it. Your tone is too casual, too low for it to be humor of any kind. And the way the man across from you reacts- he’s thinking the same thing. 

“No.”

“How are they, then?”

Eren thinks as he takes another bite, the warmth creeping up his chest sweetly. “They’re alright for now. I don’t know for how much longer. I can’t see everything.”

“Can you see who’s next?”

He squints at his bowl as if he were angry, but his eyebrows barely move. “Sasha.” 

Sasha. She was always a good presence to have around. While she seemed like the type of person who would annoy you, it was hard to hate her. And you admired her keen intuition anyway. 

“Will you give her something for me?”

Eren nods. Then you both go back to eating for a few seconds, basking in the orange glow from the flames. 

“How are things here?” he questions after a minute. 

“The same,” you tell him. “I think the cow might die soon.”

Some people might reply with condolences, or sympathy. But your lover does not, and you do not expect him to. “I’ll get you a new one,” he says flatly, almost like a promise. You nod once.

Despite the atmosphere which can only be described as bitter, you’re glad to see Eren again. You’re glad that he’s alive, and as alright as he can be. The bed is always colder without him, heated up only by your lingering fingers that you pretend are his every other night. Whenever he leaves an article of clothing behind, usually on purpose, you hold off on washing it so it can smell like him for you as long as possible. Then there are the hair ties you keep either in your pocket or on your wrist, specifically for him. The razors in your cabinet he often didn’t even bother using. 

Even with the sullen demeanor that had managed to overtake both of you, there was at least one thing you cared about in the world still. Maybe it wasn’t the most conventional kind of caring, or the healthiest coping mechanism. But it was still caring. And all that you cared about was him. 

You knew you weren’t Eren’s first priority. You were probably second, or third. It didn’t bother you. Eren’s head was one of the first things lost when the truth was presented to him. It came back coldly and sternly, in contrast to how previously hot and impatient it had been. But by then your head had also grown colder and sterner. In simpler terms, Eren did care for you. He did love you. But he would consider letting you die if it meant achieving what he set out to do, and you knew this. 

Across the table, Eren lifts his head to look up at you as he chews slowly. The burning meal slides down his throat easily, albeit painfully. It doesn’t even register with him, his piercing eyes slowly gaining a glint from the fire light. 

You meet his eyes after a few seconds, feeling them on you. You don’t say a word, don’t even give a questioning look. You just hold him patiently, which is something the two of you find yourself doing often. 

“You can’t stop it,” Eren speaks, looking you dead in the eyes with a steady gaze. There is love behind his eyes, far behind the anger, but you can tell from the tone of voice he is trying to tell you something as if it were an order. Your lips part slightly from the intensity radiating from your lover, who doesn’t move a muscle. “You’ll be free soon.” 

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Dinner ends. Eren helps clean up the dishes for you and goes to get water from your well so you can clean easier. You already know from the way his thumb brushed against your own when you took the bowls that you’ll likely be bent over the sink in a few minutes, which you don’t mind, but you wonder if he’ll be willing to be softer than usual as an apology for what he’d said earlier. 

He’d meant to scare you. You’re intelligent enough to figure that out. Even though you don’t scare easy, and you didn’t even give an extreme reaction, the look in Eren’s eyes had made your heart drop to your stomach. Sometimes you forget that Eren sees everything. Then he says something like that to remind you in the most memorable way. 

The wooden door opens and closes behind you. Boots scuff the ground for a few seconds, drawing closer and closer as something in you sparks with anticipation, as it always does. A pail of water hits the surface beside you, partially sloshing over the sides, shining silver in the moonlight from the tall window in front of you. Finally, ultra hot hands slide around your waist and push gently but tightly against where your ribs diverge. 

A jaw leans down on your right shoulder, chin poking against your collarbone. Locks of hair brush against your own, just as the hand on the left runs across your side to finally put a small band in your pocket. 

“I did miss you,” Eren’s low voice seemingly growls, his chest rumbling softly against your back. 

“I was thinking about you,” you admit with monotone, knowing your lover can read through it like as easily as a knife slices through skin. 

“I hope I didn’t worry you,” he says, though you can also read through his own tone. He probably didn’t care about worrying you. He definitely doesn’t still. 

“You didn’t.”

You place a both bowls in the sink, running your fingers over the dirty spoons. Eren’s orbs follow your movement. You can feel his chin change positions ever so slightly in the coming seconds. 

“Can you pass me the rag?” you ask, eyes focused on a piece of food on the spoon that doesn’t even exist. 

In response, Eren doesn’t pass you anything. Only his right hand gives you any kind of acknowledgement, passing from on your ribs to down lower. His fingertips skin over the erogenous zone under the waistband of your undergarments. 

“I worried about you,” Eren murmurs boldly. The hot fingertips pass under the cloth finally, pricks of stubble on his jaw scratching your neck and shoulder as he shifts. “I wanted you to be okay.” His left hand raises to grasp the breast above it. Slowly at first, then firmly, like a warning. Everything is a warning with him. 

Your head lulls back uncontrollably. The back of your hair matts up as it rolls against his own shoulder. 

“I said you worried me,” your partner grumbles. “Did you hear me?”

“No,” you lie lowly, refusing to let your voice shake despite the shiver in your throat. 

“Mm,” Eren hums in condescending understanding. A force presses against your core, which has turned burning hot and ice cold at the same time. The force pulls away, a string of something smooth and slimy following it that makes a sound draw from your lips. It’s high pitched, weak, and unstoppable. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so associated with Eren. 

His hand gives your breast a firm squeeze, soreness blossoming from the center. Your back arches quickly and returns lax against him, though now something pokes against your bottom that makes your eyes pop open with a new alertness. Eren’s hand gives you no time again. From your chest, it flies to your throat, holding it back with soft strictness as the other finally dips into the hot pool between your hips. 

“I worried about you.”

A strangled groan releases from between your lips again, this time fully carried up through the air. To Eren, it must sound like nothing more than music, or background noise. 

Thick cylinders pump inside you to the knuckle. They feel better than your own. They always have. 

It feels good. Full. Tight and fast and like the inside of you is quivering under the weight of something that you can’t see or hear. Eren is like a blanket supporting you from falling over, keeping you upright with his grip and his fingers buried inside of you. Prodding every angle, every spot. Not necessarily romantically, but still lovingly. He has always had this goal during intimacy. Nothing matters but communicating to you just how close he wants to be. 

“Eren,” you choke, a dribble of spit sliding from the corner of your lips. 

“Again,” he hisses in response. His fingers hit a tight spot, making every muscle in your body clench at the same time. 

You don’t say another word, your mouth hanging partially open as you focus on everything around you. And it’s all Eren Jaeger. His smell, his growls, his voice, his breathing, his chest, his muscles, his hair, his anger, his bitterness, his intelligence, his determination. It’s overwhelming. It reminds you of getting swept in one of those waves at the ocean he described to you. He’s yours. No- more likely, you’re his. End of story. 

“I said again.”

“Eren,” you moan.  

His head nuzzles into your neck comfortingly, his fingers pushing faster and harder. You can feel how warm you are, never mind how slick. And the way your own body holds around his digits every time he pulls away is enough to make you all the more warm and slick. 

But then...

What is he doing?

He had said “you’ll be free soon”. And yet, here he is, gripping you tightly as he forces you into the corner of submitting. And yes, it is hot. It arouses you as it always has. But something about it makes your stomach turn into a knot of unpleasantness, in contrast to the other one of liquid pleasure. 

“Eren,” you strain, squirming against him. 

Eren speeds up again. A grunt falls from his own mouth from his own power, and you know he’s getting off almost as much as you are. It doesn’t stop feeling good. Feeling euphoric. 

It’s getting rougher. Rougher and harder and faster, more intense. 

“Eren.”

Another gruff moan from him. 

“Eren! Stop! Stop!”

Eren’s palm softens away at once. It lifts away, his eyes opening and his hand stilling inside of you. He watches you shake as you gaze up to the ceiling, wide eyed. Your thighs sputter, entire body twitching. You didn’t cum. 

His eyes trail over you. You’ve worked up a steady sweat glistening and glowing, shivering and shaking and quaking because of him in the best way. You’re his. His partner, his friend, his ally he knows for a fact he can rely on.

“C-can we... Eren...” 

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Drips of water dribbling down Eren’s temple. One of your hands are threaded in his brunette locks, holding them back so you can have an uninterrupted view. The other hand is dabbing cloth against his forehead and hairline, bathing him softly. 

He’d gone a while without bathing again. You could tell. Eren’s eyes are glued to yours, deep teal memorizing all the flecks in your own as if he hadn’t a million times over. 

Eren loves you. Dearly. He’d travel all seven hours and forty five minutes just to tell you that. He doesn’t know what made you stop earlier. He doesn’t ask. But he’s not mad. Overall, Eren understands that it doesn’t matter what you asked to stop for. You give the word, he obeys. Not because he has to, but because he loves you. 

Still, he knows something is wrong. You don’t show it. You’re steady, calm, mature, apathetic as always. But in the pit of Eren’s stomach, something brews. A warm, strange feeling of intuition and omniscience. 

“You look very pretty today,” Eren ventures, wondering only of your response. “Did I tell you that?”

Your eyes squint. “Thank you,” you reply back. 

The cloth continues to rub against his skin, cleaning something that probably doesn’t even exist. Dirt, maybe. Eren’s stopped taking care of his skin in the past few years. 

“You’re welcome.”

Your eyes squint again. This time, they gloss over with sharp wetness like glass. The eyebrows crease like a break, your bottom lip trembling as you suck it between your teeth. 

He doesn’t know what he was expecting. But your lover wasn’t expecting this. 

Eren hates when you cry. He can remember the first time he’d seen it, but not the most recent. You didn’t cry often- you were strong. Crying over something as useless and flimsy as emotions didn’t seem worth it. So what was this for? What were you about to make Eren break down inside over?

Your hand falls limply from his forehead. Shoulders hunch over in defeat, staring down at the floor as your hair covers over your face. And then the sniffles come, choked out coughs like sobs. 

Eren can see the lightest of bruises he’d left on you from earlier, but you’d never had a problem with it before. No, it was something else. But what?

Silent, your teeth grit together as you wince, tears streaming down your face inexplicably. 

“Earlier w-when you,” you gulp, snot beginning to form, “when you- I did worry a-about you. I- I don’t know why I didn’t...”

You stumble forward. Eren stands from your bath tub to catch you as you slump against him tiredly. 

“I hate it when you go.”

Eren switches positions with you, pushing you down to sit on the edge of the tub. He takes the wet rag from your hand and holds your shoulder back so he can have a good look at you. Then the cloth dabs against your own forehead, just as you had done to him.��

“I hate it here,” you sigh, a single tear drop blurring your vision as it falls finally. 

Your lover moves the cloth from your head to your cheeks, smearing the wetness into your skin and away. They moisten and dry, your eyes red and shiny. Eren tilts your head up under your jaw, creasing his brows and using the towel to clean closer to your eyes. 

“If it helps,” he says, looking straight into your eyes, “you’re crying, but I still think you look pretty.”

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t help even a little, because you love him. 

A soft smile creeps to your lips, your hands dropping in between your thighs. 

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No I didn’t reread this lmfao enjoy. Hope I did you justice anon

[grayscale-maladies]

I feel like some of us grew to be fond of Maria because of how often we see her as a representation of Shadow’s “better times” so to speak. So we draw/write those two being friends and whatnot as a way to see Shadow happy. And then came the question, if Shadow liked her so much, there must be a reason right? We know so little of her and yet we see how she has wormed her way into people’s heart so deeply that they will destroy everything from the pain of loosing her.

So we theorize how her personality was like, how she interacted with people, how much of the Robotnik flare she may have inherited, etc. Then we grow attached to those interpretations because her being more than just a martyr means she could have a chance. But she doesn’t, because we know before we’ve ever seen her that she’s dead.

So then we make AUs and possible what ifs on how she would’ve survived, on how she could be brought back. We make her the future we know she deserved, try to give her the life she would’ve wanted. We make worlds where she can have fun and interact with the rest of the cast, who would’ve loved her as much as shadow does, and explore the world just like she dreamed.

But the cannon is always there, no matter how much we create, the reality is that we just don’t know how she was truly like. All we have is the idolized/manipulated perception of her, so we will probably never know who she was. She most likely was never meant to be more than just a catalyst for everything that happened in the narrative.

Which, for me, is where this feeling of grief stems from. We care for a character that is doomed by the narrative, not only in her fate but also in the fact that she will never be more than a fuzzy memory. Unlike dead characters like cosmo, who have a story before their death, Maria barely has anything before the ARK raid. Even then, it’s always centered around other characters. She wasn’t meant to be a character, but some of the fandom yearned to make her one anyway.

We don’t mourn her loss, we grieve the fact that we will never get to meet her in the first place.

there’s something i’ve noticed in some people (myself included) in the sonic community where the relationship they have with maria always has this particular sense of grief about it

like we see certain types of art of her and we all kind of collectively lose our minds because it Hurts. but it’s a different kind of hurt with her than it is for characters we’ve lost in other media. it’s this kind of visceral kneejerk reaction as if we’re the ones who should be grieving her, either with or on shadow’s behalf.

maybe it’s just me, but i can’t really name another character who causes that kind of feeling? sure i’ve had other characters’ deaths absolutely destroy me before too, but with maria it really is different in a way that’s hard to describe. is it because her and shadow’s story is so much older than most others in recent memory, so it’s had time to really take root and become personal? is it because something about it strikes a particular kind of subconscious nerve that media rarely manages to pull off?

the grief isn’t really the world-stopping sharp pain of a fresh loss like it is in those cases, it’s more like a really old scar that hurts on rainy days or twinges when you move a funny way and reminds you it’s there. it’s always going to be there. it’s grief that ran its course without us, so the worst of it has already passed. we know it happened but we weren’t there for the injury or the stitches or the recovery. we’re just left kind of looking at this scar left over and wondering

we know maria but we don’t know her at all. she loved shadow, and she loved the earth so she would have loved us, and we love her, but it’s like the love of waking up from a dream of another life entirely and mourning the loss of all you had in it.

maybe that’s what it feels like to shadow. maybe that’s why we feel this way too

[alrightberries]

Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about. 

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own. 

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight. 

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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