#moots: tay

[rivangel]

We are the same person lol

Yes.

[glitchyko]

"Despite everything it's still you" <- Tai probably

I’ve been wanting to draw something with this quote for Tai for so long and now I’ve finally done it-

[rivangel]

The moment the two of you walk in for the appointment, his eyes are sweeping the place for the littlest hint of dirt. He will suggest you cancel at the first sign of any red flags.

He will cover you with his jacket if you seem a bit hesitant or even chilly. That's the whole reason he brought it.

Levi hovers behind you, guiding you out of the establishment with a hand on the small of your waist.

As a surprise, he treats you to ice cream afterwards. Usually, there's a hard rule of no food in his car. Even carry-out has to be put in his trunk. But it's okay, "Just this time. You did well. You deserve it."

Aware of your fresh wound, Levi completely adjusts how he sleeps, switching positions so that you can rest on your uninjured side. He does it automatically, without even a thought. He's more than happy to have you sleeping on top of him, if that's more comfortable for you.

I WAS GONNA ADD MORE LINES I FUCKING ADORE BUT THERES TOOOOO MANNYYYYYYYYYY

AHHHHHHHHHG

ifffff your asks/drabbles are open, can i ask how levi would take care of you while recovering from getting a tattoo? (you’ve gotten one before so hopefully u understand🥺?)

tw; blood mention, tw; tattooing

Thanks @levmada Gee!! I got too into it and did the whole event lmao. wasn't really sure how to frame this since it's a submission but we'll go with bullets points:

I always picture modern Levi with some tattoos. Something small to honor his mother or something from his time living on the streets. So this man knows about them. He knows the pain. He knows how to care for them, knows just how itchy and awkward the healing process can be afterwards.

If it's your first tattoo, or even if it's not, I think Levi would worry. He wouldn't show it too outwardly, but he's not sure exactly what your pain threshold is compared to his. He spends a couple days before hand casually tracing his eyes along your skin, following the thin blue lines of veins. He wonders, do you have thin skin? If it's going to be over a bone, he'd especially be worried about your pain.

He will be there. Especially if you're at all worried about the pain yourself. He'll call off of work if he needs to.

Nags you to eat well before hand and hydrate.

Levi trusts your judgement, so you picked the place you wanted yourself. You've heard good things, seen some gorgeous examples of their work online. Even so he may or may not have looked at their negative reviews, wary of any bad experiences or hygiene complains. The moment the two of you walk in for the appointment, his eyes are sweeping the place for the littlest hint of dirt. He will suggest you cancel at the first sign of any red flags. But, thankfully the coast is clear, which takes a bit of the weight off his shoulders.

He holds your hand during it. Obviously. You don't even need to reach out for him to ask. His thumb slowly rubs along the back of your hand, eyes locked to your face. You can squeeze him as hard as you need to.

It's your body, your decision, so Levi wouldn't mind at all if you have to expose yourself a bit for the tattoo. As long as you're comfortable with it -and he makes sure you are- he is. He will cover you with his jacket if you seem a bit hesitant or even chilly. That's the whole reason he brought it.

Levi isn't really much of a speaker when out in public, especially around strangers. He tends to be gruff and terse, side eyeing people more than anything. When the buzzing starts, the needle digging into your skin, and you whimper quietly, eyes squeezing shut, he struggles. It's a bit difficult for him to speak openly, the stranger right there and your pain building a huge ball of worry in his throat, but he tries to speak softly for you.

At first he tries to make jokes, little quips to try to get your mind off of it. A soft, "You look like your taking a shit." or "Didn't think you were such a baby."

As the pain gets worse, the needle running over already sore skin, you grimace right beneath his worried gaze. Forgetting the stranger completely, he coos softly, "You're doing so well. We're almost done, just a little bit more." And his grip on your hand becomes so achingly tight, outweighing your own pained clasp.

He remains calm, stoic as usual, but you can see the concern in his face. It's not anything that the artist could ever notice, something in the curve of his eyes, the tilt of his brow. It's something only you can notice because you've known him so long.

He talks and talks. In order to distract you, he goes on about his day, recalling for you all of the little stupid things his coworkers have done recently. He's said before that he's not a good story teller, but that's not true. The things he notices are simply different and you're drawn in by the little world he creates with his just voice.

He tells you about how Hange already has a chip in their new glasses. That they'd heard an odd noise coming from the ceiling of their office, assumed it was a squirrel, and had immediately gone on a quest to attempt to capture it. "It was a huge fat fucking raccoon. The freak wanted to keep it as an office pet. Moblit had to go to the fucking ER."

He tells you about the time Erwin had come to work with his shirt inside out, buttoned up and all. "He had a big meeting with the regional manager that day too. Good thing it was over Zoom or that prissy shit would've noticed." You laugh, imagining the giant blond flushed with embarrassment, "You didn't warn him?" "I did.. after."

It works. Just Levi keeping your attention, silvery gaze locked with your own, away from where the ink is painfully etching your skin, helps. You're so entranced by the soft melodic timber of his voice, his eyes sparkling as he speaks, the way his thumb lovingly caresses the back of your hand, that the time passes in the blink of an eye.

Afterwards, you're giddy. Full of so much adrenaline that you're borderline punch-drunk. Loopy even. Levi hovers behind you, guiding you out of the establishment with a hand on the small of your waist.

Even though he has a couple of tattoos himself, Levi knows he tends to react differently to things. His pain threshold is high, he never feels any common side affects. So, before you'd even officially made the appointment, he'd googled common after effects of getting a tattoo. He memorized the list of symptoms for tattoo flu. With one hand holding you steady, wary of you wobbling from a sudden bout of dizziness, he guides you into the passenger seat of his car.

This man is a natural caregiver. Having spent his childhood caring for his sickened mother, he's a natural at watching your face and predicting what you want or need. Just watching you, he can tell that you're off. He knows what is going to follow this energetic high.

As a surprise, he treats you to ice cream afterwards. Usually, there's a hard rule of no food in his car. Even carry-out has to be put in his trunk. But it's okay, "Just this time. You did well. You deserve it."

The adrenaline high doesn't last. Even with sugar rushing through your veins, a severe crash hits before you know it. You feel hot, heavy and achy. Exhausted, your eyes unbelievably heavy before you even make it home.

Levi diligently guides you onto the couch. You sink into it like you're planning on burrowing a hole into the soft cushions. Head lulled to the side, you blink and Levi is suddenly there, pushing a glass on water into your hands. He watches, making sure you drink all of it.

The two of you spend the rest of the day cuddling, his warm side against your own. He checks you for a fever a few times, diligently pressing a quick kiss to your forehead after. When you get chills, he pulls you in closer, tucking a thick blanket around your legs. He makes sure you eat another hearty meal again later, before bed, wary of the bit of blood loss you've had.

Aware of your fresh wound, Levi completely adjusts how he sleeps, switching positions so that you can rest on your uninjured side. He does it automatically, without even a thought. He's more than happy to have you sleeping on top of him, if that's more comfortable for you.

Once the tattoo is less tender, he personally takes care of it. The first time is overly cautious, his fingers gentle, wary of causing you any more pain. It's actually something he enjoys, rubbing his fingers along the new marking, spreading cool lotion onto your skin. It's unerringly intimate, a closeness he's never experienced before. He loves it. He loves you.

The two of you unfortunately can't spend all of your time together, with obligations of work/school. The day after, Levi sends a quick "How are you feeling?" It's short. Cute. Especially since he's barely made it two hours into the day before sending it. Adorable. But you could never tell him that. He texts you every couple of hours to make sure you're putting lotion on the aching skin. Twice a day simply isn't good enough for him. It's kind of silly, he seems more aware of the tattoo than you are.

Once it starts to scab, aching and itching constantly, Levi only gets more insistent on caring for you. He worriedly traces the skin with his fingers, slick with lotion, feeling for any odd bumps or swells. It's unnecessary, this tattoo has probably been the most cared for in history.

It becomes a ritual at night, as you lay together beneath the bedsheets, limbs heavy with lassitude. He traces the lines, slowly dragging his fingertips across your skin long after the wound is fully healed. Sometimes, when your lingering in the haziness between sleep and awake, you catch him doing it with a soft smile on his lips.

Maybe you can convince him to get one next? So you can take care of him next time?

[lavellane]

THIRTY MINUTES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[taiyami]

Finally on vacation .. I'm Canada's problem now #Tim Hortons

[goldfades]

<3

i love you so much taytay 🥹🫶🏼

[rivangel]

adding to the deluge of love!!

All your works are beautiful and you are a constant inspiration to me!!

(im so late to asks but) THANK U TAY🥺🥺🥺 JCIDFJIFJER

[afterdarkprincess]

Not in a great headspace tonight but I feel so grateful and blessed to have all the support of the friends I’ve made in the last year in the wrestling space 💖💖🥺

[happybird16]

Selfship picrew anyone?

Me and Kitty!Maid Levi of course!!

Tagging: @postwarlevi @levmada @levisbrat25 @darlingheichou @belovedackerman @youre-ackermine @the-milk-anon and anyone else who wants to play along!! It's a little more complicated than usual picrews just a warning!!

[velvetineblue]

idk if anyone else can Relate or get this, but... is it weird that I feel cringey and self-conscious sometimes about being a mostly single muse blog… ? because 99% of my rp friends have multi’s or run multiple blogs and I've only known a couple people like me who almost entirely write one muse…… and most aren’t active anymore. so sometimes i'm like “what’s wrong with meeeeee” shshsjja

formal apology for being like this ajsjjsj I really wish it wasn’t so tbh— I have so many other muses I’d like to give more spotlight to, and I also want to write a bigger variety of things with my moots, things that don't apply or work for Tai. but… I just can’t motivate myself to rp my other oc’s consistently. and this fact annoys me too tbh ajsjjsj perhaps more than it annoys anyone else … this is probably why I bully tai so much: it gets on my NERVEs how he monopolizes most of my rp muse 😒😒 MAYBE IT'S WHY I PUT HIM THROUGH SO MUCH ANGST. it's what he deserves for being an attention-hungry brat.....

[glitchyko]

Lets see

Its lore time 🤜

🤜-What causes the most conflict in their life?

That’s a pretty interesting question, I’m assuming conflict in this sense means to struggle with a thing or something to that effect.

🔴 Tai: For Tai, I would say what causes the conflict in his life is Spider Queen and the intense trauma he has because of her. It’s because of Spider Queen that Tai basically lost everything. He was homeless and alone for months. Even after meeting Pigsy and eventually being taken in by him, the scars SQ left on Tai wouldn’t go away so easily, it’s very difficult for him to trust others.

The worst part is that as time passed after becoming a spider demon, Tai’s memories of his past slowly have eroded away, he can’t remember his family, friend, how he used to look, he can’t even remember his own birthday, but the memories of SQ are burned into his brain, he’ll never forget what she did to him, even if he wanted to.

🟡 Huìdàn: What causes the most conflict in her life would probably be the fear of not knowing what exactly she is and worrying if she is some sort of monster. Huìdàn was just an ordinary girl, living a simple life like any other kid would. But then that simple life was completely changed when she started turning into an ink person, she didn’t even know her mother was once a celestial maiden till now. Everything just isn’t what what she’s used to anymore.

It doesn’t help that Inky has planted the ideas and questions regarding herself in her head. What is she? Who is she? Is she sure she’s safe to be around? Does she know what she can even do? Who’s to say people will even help her? So many questions that she doesn’t know the answers to

🔵 Xian: I’d say for what causes the most conflict for Xian is his bad temper and lack of control over his emotions, his temper has led to nothing good for him, all it’s brought him is trouble.

Xian knows he’s got anger issues, but it’s so hard to control himself cause nobody has taught him how to, when he gets in trouble with others cause of his anger, Xian feels frustrated and upset, why can’t he just control himself, why will nobody help him, he wants to be better, but nobody will even give him a hand. It wasn’t until he met Mei and her family that Xian finally had people who were willing to stay with him and guide him.

🟣 Qingling: With Qingling, I’d say what’s caused the most conflict in her life in her feelings of worthlessness and inferiority, and desire to be useful to her family. Qingling isn’t like her family, she is powerless, she can’t form incredible feats like they can. How can she help them when she can’t even seem to help herself?

She wants to meet the expectations that is expected from her, she wants to make her DBK and PIF proud, she wants to help them and her big brother achieve their goals. But how can she when she has no power? What is she worth if she can’t do anything? It’s a huge weight on her that’s always in the back of her mind.

[lavellane]

finished rogue trader. so mad about it i had to take a nap and then start a whole new playthru again to cope <3

[taiyami]

Honestly I have a few moots who have ocs that I associate as being in the same universe as my ocs (in my mind maybe not always in practice) and I tell myself "they would be besties for sure". Entirely denying that they are on opposite sides of the central conflict or that they have no reason to talk to each other in their respective lifestyles. But they are besties because their owner is my friend and therefore they WILL be friends.

[goldfades]

BABY, IM SOBBING 😭😭😭

i am gonna have her kids trust 😛😛😛😛 my baby’s so fine

IM OVEESSED

[rivangel]

Just wanted to hop in to tell you i love you 🥰

TAYYY i…. i🥺🥺🥺ly2🥺🥺🥺🥺

[youre-ackermine]

- This post is personal -

I'd like to give a big shout-out to my friends (you all know why 🥺)

@the-milk-anon Milk (my Beloved Waifu) ❤️

@happybird16 Tay 🤍

@theferricfox Andrea 🧡

@jayteacups Jay 💜

@levmada Gee 💙

@sckerman Suki 💚

❤️❤️❤️ I love & admire you all so much ❤️❤️❤️