#normally this isn't something I care about at all but the full colour takes a chunk of my time so it feels a bit unfair is all

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hi guys! Just a quick psa before I start posting the new full colour panels. I don't mind at all if you guys take a small amount of the panels and make your own posts and stuff, no credit or anything is needed, after all I do post these panels to share them! But if you're going to take most of them then it would be nice if you could give credit. Tbf this isn't aimed at anyone on tumblr, I'm talking more to twitter rn. Since they found the panels I'm sure they can find this too. It doesn't really seem fair that I buy the manga, spend awhile (it probably isn't that long but it feels like ages) screenshotting everything then cropping it to post only for some twitter accounts to post them all then act like they did all the work (and no, saying you got them from tumblr isn't credit). I'm not annoyed or trying to call anyone out rn, it would just be nice if people could keep this in mind when taking all the panels for their own posts.

[yesokayiknow]

okay so you know how it goes: fourteen comes to life in thirteen's clothes. and they're both too short and too loose and entirely too bright for his frame of mind. they worked with a doctor who hid everything behind a too wide smile; not so much with a doctor whose pain and tiredness is written across his face

he needs to change. obviously

and then the star beast starts, and fourteen leaves the tardis, and he's still in thirteen's clothes

he just. he doesn't know. how does he choose new clothes? he feels wrong. how will wearing something else change that?

(donna tells him that it's christmas, mate; it's bloody freezing. maybe wear longer trousers, yeah? also he's both too young and too old to wear braces. just a friendly note)

he doesn't have to explain who he is to the unit scientist, not with those clothes. instead he talks about how he doesn't understand why he looks like this. why he is this. why this face? why isn't he someone new?

actually. maybe he is someone new. was he ever this open before? hm

why do you look like that, sylvia hisses, trying to hide him from the daughter he destroyed ruined left

it's a lottery, he replies, purposely ignorant

he still has his thirteenth self's screwdriver. it's too small in his hands

(the whole time they were her, her hands were too small. she didn't like touching anyway, but whenever someone took her hand, it felt wrong. they were too small. sometimes it felt like if she worked fast enough, tinkered about without stopping, she wouldn't have to look at them)

everything goes wrong. his fault, like always

(blimey. of all the things to carry over from the first time he had this face, it had to be the guilt, didn't it?)

you shouldn't look like that, the doctordonna says, and he runs a hand down his face with a tired laugh

no, the doctordonna says, not the face. a hand reaches out to grasp at the collar of his shirt, at the dangling earring chain. this isn't you. who are you, doctor?

like he knows. like they've ever-

she dies.

she lives. he doesn't deserve it. it isn't about him. he still doesn't deserve it

we're letting it go, donna says, and he looks down at himself, at another him's clothes, another him's screwdriver

well, she never was subtle, his donna

the tardis is gorgeous, though when isn't she. he tries to show off his new console to donna, and she rolls her eyes, and drags him off to the wardrobe

unlike normally, where all the clothes are scattered about, the new tardis wardrobe now also has a line of wardrobes stood against the wall. fifteen of them, to be exact

the last wardrobe is open. and empty

he goes to the second to last, and opens it to reveal a wide array of rainbow patterned shirts. she probably would've hated for her things to be organised like this. always creating mess so she wouldn't have to think about anything important. he laughs. and he takes off the sky coloured coat and the worn boots and the earrings and gently places them inside. tag, he thinks, as he closes the doors

and then he moves down to the eleventh wardrobe, full of brown coats and blue suits and neatly pressed shirts and pairs of converse. and he stands in front of it. and he wonders

after a moment, donna's like wait do you want me to leave?? you never cared about nudity before, did you? and he's like oh actually i do feel more self conscious. huh. weird.

he doesn't have to say, i think i'm a different person. not to donna. she just gives him a smile, and a shoulder nudge, and tells him she'll see him in the console room

the last wardrobe is empty

he takes a breath, and then goes to rummage about in the rest of the clothes

[the-fluff-piece]

Hi! I love the way you write about the characters in One Piece. I was wondering if you could write a headcanon about Ace, Law, and the monster trio when fem!reader is struggling with low self-esteem issues?

Of course I will! Here is

I love you - PERIOD

Ace, Law and Zoro relationship headcanon with an s/o that is not thin and feeling very conscious about it. 18+ spiciness 🌶🌶

Sanji and Luffy kind of turned into a little story so I'll be posting them separately.

Law

He was raised to be a doctor, all bodies are biological wonders to him, but ultimately just an outer shell that will change, get hurt and will eventually get older - a simple fact of life

He doesn't really think about it - until he notices that your mood gets a bit worse, you're hiding your body from him and reject his advances when it comes to sex. Something is up, so he just asks you "Baby, what's wrong?" - repeatedly. He nods at your avoiding answers, but the questions don't stop. "What's wrong" turns into "if you don't answer me, I can't help you" turns into general irritation on his side.

Baffled, he shows you his appreciation the only way he really knows: without words, but using his mouth anyway. He kisses and caresses every inch of your body, slowly removing all your clothing. Every scar, every stretch mark, every bump, ever differently coloured patch of skin, every flabby area - you name it. And it's not just show, his eyes tell you that he means and enjoys it.

When he's had it, there's no escape - he demands to know what is wrong. With a "we need to talk" he drags you into his room and won't let you go until he knows. Your answers aren't good enough until all the truth just spills out of you - the shame and doubt you feel, the irrational thoughts and your failure to fix yourself. He listens with a stoic expression and eventually answers "that's it?"

To him, you're perfect. You chase away the nightmares of his past and give him a brighter future. Your happiness is a goal worth fighting for. If he has to, he will be going to the end of the world and back to make you feel as precious as you are.

This treatment he devised lasts as long as you want and you get it as often as you want. He gets hard every time and loves to cum on you.

He designs a tattoo for your body with his jolly roger. "To mark you as mine" he says as he prepares the tattoo machine.

Zoro

Eventually his brain grasps the concept as the same as not being strong enough to protect your friends, only you don't feel not hot enough for him. Which isn't true. So he needs to show you that you can conquer him anytime with your attractivity.

You know him as straightforward and fiercely loyal, eventually you just tell him that you often don't feel good about yourself. He cocks his head and nods like he knows what you're talking about. He doesn't. Normally he wouldn't care, but since it's important to you, he tries his hardest to understand.

Your body is the total opposite of his and he loves that. The feel of you flesh in his hands makes him lose his mind, your curves are a hypnotic sight. Your body is already full of marks because he can't stop suckling on you.

His motto is that bodies don't lie. So he pretty much takes your hand and puts it on his erection anytime it arises. Which is often. You read - he's horny. You eat - he's horny. You run around deck playing tag with chopper - he's horny. He even wakes you up once to tell you he's hard but he stopped that after you punched him for waking you up. His new strategy results in lots more secret sex all around the ship though...

One day you stand at the ship's backwards railing, watching the trail the sunny leaves in the water. Suddenly Zoro's behind you, pressing his hard cock against your ass and caressing you with his hand. "Up for some fun?" He whispers in your ear as his hand wanders around in your pants. He's touching all the right spots and you're definitely up for some. "Can't hold back when you're showing off that fat ass" he growls in your ear as he pushes your pants down and lifts your hips up.

Ace

When he gets to have you, he is so happy and satisfied, he falls asleep and snores softly as he cuddles you

When he finds out you have body image issues, he has to go to a library and look that up, like smart people do

He will find that beauty standard and that fatshaming to flame punch the crap out of it and vanishes for a while. When he comes back he proudly tells you that he defeated and turned in fat Seamus, he is still looking for that bibi standup person that hurt you

When you explain to him the real complexity of the situation, he smiles. "But that's easy than, isn't it? I love you and that means all of you. In any condition. Besides, I don't care about people's looks. Never have. So...problem solved, let's eat."

He's so honest and kind and stupid it's hard not to believe him. You ruffle his hair as he falls a asleep on a plate of pasta.

When he wakes up again he has a confession to make: there is one kind of people he does judge by their looks. He's terrified of mermaids. They have no business being fish and person with a clear cut in the middle! Besides, how do they poop? It's weird!

Author's note: I realize my approach to this is a little unusual compared to others, but I am myself a fat person and I personally don't feel that saying "but you're hot" is enough for my brain to really realize it, so I tried to built more around it.

It was hard for me to write because I got a lot of doubt about myself and my body and it's hard to imagine the specific situation in a wholesome and satisfying way for me.

I would be happy if you people comment/dm what situations or actions you think are great in this context, so I can make better stories about it in the future and learn something ❤

[misseffect]

7 snippets, 7 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @otemporanerys!

Tagging a lot of people who have already been tagged: @diaphanouso @helila @dispatchwithlove @kalliesa @angry-jager @dwarrowdams @serendipitys-teapot

All of these are from my Mass Effect F1 AU: Flashpoints

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Singapore Shower

One moment Garrus is holding her by the arms, water rolling over his shoulders – there's a knotted look on his face; his mouth is moving but no sound is coming out, which is weird – and the next she's lying on her back on the shower room floor.

"Shepard? Hey – c'mon."

Garrus is kneeling beside her, pinching her arm gently, holding her legs in the air with his shoulder. She feels heavy, like her bones are full of syrup, and the thumping behind her eyes is keeping time with the fuzz crowding her vision.

"Shit."

"It's alright." He sounds further away than he should, and so does the water still beating down on his back. "You passed out for a second, that's all."

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Shepard Does An AMA

probinguranus6969 - Would you rather fight 20 duck-sized Jokers or 1 Joker-sized duck?

janeshepard54 - I know your reddit handle joker

probinguranus6969 - damn it

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FaceTime Antics

She fishes another biscuit out of the packet while Garrus props his phone up on the side and heaves his suitcase onto the bed. It’s a nice enough room from what little she can see: old-fashioned, like the rest of the place, but in a plush, cared-for sort of way.

“Oh, by the way–” Crunch. “–you don’t happen to know how the dark web works, do you?”

He unzips the case and flips the lid. “Not really. Why?”

“I got called up for drug testing at Paul Ricard and my sample went missing,” she says, chewing glumly. “Joker’s winding me up about it; thinks someone’s selling vials of my piss on the black market.”

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Normal Thoughts To Have About Your Bestie's Car

The second he starts to ask the car for more, everything changes. 

It feels familiar – in fundamentals, sure, in throttle and steering output – but there’s something else, too. It’s more pliable than the Hierarchy car, more predictable than anything Omega or Archangel could give him; it's unlike anything he’s even driven, but somehow he knows it. Like catching a familiar smell in a place you've never visited.

And then it hits him.

It's not the car. It's her.

He knows Shepard's driving style almost as well as his own – reactive and twitchy, nose-heavy, late-braking, all faith and guts – and this thing lives and breathes it. It takes everything he's got to give, the good and the bad, and amplifies it tenfold. It grins and says c’mon, I dare you.

It’s not just a car designed with her in mind. It’s like wearing her clothes.

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Not To Be Dramatic But I Would Die For Mr Blobby

Shepard rounds the corner into the kitchen to find Mr Blobby loitering by the back door like a pair of cow-coloured slippers.

“He’s in a time-out," Hannah calls through the open window, paintbrush in hand.

“Aww, Blob.”

Mr Blobby makes a mournful rrrr sound. There’s a dab of brown paint on the end of his tail.

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Shepard Has PTSD Probably

It's not a nightmare really. Sure, it wakes her up every few hours, sweaty and unrested, and when she closes her eyes again, it drops her right back where she left off, but it's not scary. She's not being hunted or chased. She's not standing at the front of class with no clothes on. Nobody's dying.

Shepard's driving a road car on suburban streets - shifting, nebulous streets; faintly European but also faintly not - and somewhere in the distance, there's a fire.

There's a fire and she has to reach it.

She can see a column of black smoke in the distance, catch the odd lick of orange between buildings, but every turn she takes feels wrong and by the time she doubles back, the smoke isn't where she thought it was. It's in her rearview mirror, or out to her left when it was on her right. Sometimes a fire engine blasts past her in the opposite direction, the wailing siren fading before she can follow.

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Everybody Hates Conrad

Mathematically Shepard could win the Championship as early as Japan, five races before the end of the season, and it shows. Media seems to come naturally to her in a way it never has to him, but still; he’s never seen her so relaxed this early in the year. Al’Jilani can’t draw her in with pointed questions about Anderson giving her an easy ride and she doesn’t even bother taking a bite out of Conrad Verner.

“Any comment on rekindling your relationship with Thane Krios?” he asks, his big square face expectant.

Shepard scratches under her chin. “Why am I always the last person to find out who I’m dating?”

There’s a ripple of laughter. Emily is checking her watch and people are starting to shuffle their belongings around.

“Are you going to answer the question?” Conrad calls, but by then there’s enough ambient noise for everyone to plausibly ignore him.

[applestand]

Cleaning resources master post;

I grew up with the kind of mom who kept everything either PERFECT or a hoarder mess, so I'm making this to help you out if you also struggle to do normal clean.

First things first- don't mix bleach with anything at all other than water. Technically it's "don't mix bleach with acids" but acidity isn't always listed on packaging, and if this goes wrong you'll warcrime yourself, so just do not. Mixing any commercial cleaning products is a bad idea- you'll occasionally be told to mix soap and vinegar and water, this is fine.

Also on that point, do open your windows if you can. Even if that's all you do, it'll help get clean air in.

The first thing you should do in all situations is get your employees working- what this means is that if you have the washing machine going and the dishwasher going *something is happening* and if that's all that happens today then that's okay.

Laundry: get colour catchers. They're not super expensive and they save a lot of trouble.

You don't have to separate individual colours, you can do light and dark. Warm colours and cool colours are also a valid division.

White clothes need to be washed separately. Not white with a pattern, not very pale blue, just white. Plain white cotton or polycotton (like bedsheets) can all go in together if you don't have enough white shirts to make up a load.

Dishes:

Wood doesn't go in the dishwasher. Anything antique or special also shouldn't, and anything with that nice shiny gold paint (like your grandma's teacups or something) shouldn't go in either.

Big pots should be mostly cleaned by hand, small pots and other "tough" washes go on the bottom rack, delicate things with no major gunk (like coffee cups and glasses) go on the top.

Dusting:

Vaccum if you can.

Get a cheap air purifier (IKEA has one for £30)

Damp dusting doesn't need a specialist sponge (although they can be helpful) just use a cloth thats a little damp. It'll catch the dust and stop you kicking it all up.

Furniture polish does actually have a purpose in that it repels dust- use the spray kind of you're not a masochist and your furniture isn't antique.

Emergency care:

Sink full of dishes and you're worried about flies but literally can't do them now (dishwasher is already full or you are disabled and don't have the energy)?

Open put a bin bag and tape it over around the edges. Critters won't get in, and that's what matters here.

Can't leave your room right now?

Assuming you have enough drinks to last and you're getting food somehow, big Ziplocs are your friend. Dirty dishes in the Ziploc, put them all together. They might go gross but they won't make you sick.

Not sure where to start in a depression mess?

get bin bags. Fill one, indescriminately, with whatever you can see that needs to go out.

Put all the dirty laundry in one place. That place can be the bathtub. We're just getting it away. You can also do this with all your bedding. You don't have to even take the cover off the duvet, just get it out of the space.

Put all the dirty dishes together. This can be in the kitchen, or in a huddle in the hallway if it needs to be. This can also be in a bin bag if you're worried about contamination. You can take them out later.

Look again. Is that better? Can you see more things to go in the bin? Can you see more laundry? Can you see more dishes?

If you can move around again, crack out the surface wipes. Get the gunk off anything that has gunk.

At this stage, try to go put the dishes in the dishwasher and get a load of washing in the machine. You don't even have to start the machines if the idea of hanging out the washing makes you feel ill.

Get a sheet on your bed. You don't need to do the duvet or pillows (you can use a blanket) but the mattress will be uncomfortable and harder to clean.

Go have a shower. If you can't, just do an English bath (flannel to the bits and pits, deodorant, mouthwash)

Sleep, in your now much more useable room.

Resources:

Cleanipedia.com

this is a wiki of cleaning advice- it's made by Unilever so it's occasionally trying to sell you things, but the advice is solid.

Ann Russell (on YouTube or tiktok)

https://youtube.com/@annrussell5531?si=K6SUjvOxF6_q7qwh

She used to be a cleaning lady and she's lovely- lots of videos on how to fix specific things, but searching is hard, because tiktok. YouTube is a little better.

Sweepy

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=app.sweepy.sweepy

This is an app that tracks how often things have been done and gives recommended frequency- I've added each room in my flat, and also myself as a room, since you can add custom tasks and it lets me know that it's been three days since I've washed my hair etc.

If you have any tips to add please let me know and I'll add them!

[thecorvidcurio-if]

Can I ask for some physical descriptions of the ROs?

Also anon asks are off if you didn't know!!

Hi there! Thank you for sending this :) Absolutely, I'll provide some descriptions here. I'm working on putting together some visual references and character profiles, but those will take some time. (As for the anon situation, thank you for the heads up ♥)

To keep things simple and spoiler-free, these descriptions will be for their glamoured human forms only. (Except for Abby who forgets his glamour more often than not.)

This got long, so the rest is under the cut.

First off, here's a skin colour chart for them, though this may be subject to change as the artist and I work on their profiles:

Vicente

Height: 5'8" (172.72cm)

Build: Middle of the road, not particularly bulky or slim. The way he dresses makes him look softer than he actually is.

Features: Gentle features, soft and slightly rounded, eyes crinkle when he smiles genuinely

Hair: Black, extremely curly and falls just past his shoulders, often tied back

Eyes: Deep reddish-brown, upturned with thick eyelashes

Style: Cozy but classy, favours the colour red. He doesn't wear jeans but prefers khakis and slacks. His clothes are meticulously taken care of, he doesn't wear anything that hasn't been tailored, and his outfits are carefully picked out even when he isn't going anywhere. When he's performing with Thea, he dresses entirely differently. Much more casual "night out" sort of style, but nothing flashy. He wants to look nice, but not stand out. Tends toward masculine styles more often than not.

Abby

Height: 6'9" (205.7cm)

Build: Like someone who was already tall and lanky lost a fight with a taffy stretcher. When not wearing a glamour, his proportions don't look quite right. Ridiculously long legs and arms either way.

Features: A bit sharp, pointed chin, dimples when he grins, when unglamoured his features are as uncanny as his bodily proportions, left ear has as many piercings as can be physically fit onto one ear

Hair: Bright teal, long on one side and almost totally (and unevenly) sheared off on the other, constantly in disarray. Looks like someone got carried away with a set of scissors, maybe while blindfolded.

Eyes: When glamoured, both his eyes are a normal shade of light green. When unglamoured, the left eye is magenta and his right eye is lime green, both with slit pupils.

Style: Blinding. His entire wardrobe is exclusively eye-insultingly bright neon, and he makes no effort to coordinate colours. His sense of style is "colours make brain go brr" and that's all there is to it. Tries to fit as many colours as he can into any single outfit. Red is the exception, he won't ever wear red. No preference as far as the "gender" of clothing - if it's fun, then it's fun. That's all he cares about.

Marina

Height: 5'4" (162.5cm)

Build: Heavyset, looks very soft and squishy but it's all muscle underneath.

Features: Rounded, but distinctly lacking the sort of gentle quality that Vicente has, oval lip shape with heavy upper lip

Hair: Fuchsia undercut, the unshaven part is about the length of a pixie-cut, wavy but that's hard to see when it's so short

Eyes: Turquoise, eyelashes and eyebrows match pink hair, eyes are rounded and would typically be considered adorable, but there's a hardness to her gaze that neutralizes the effect entirely

Style: Would be punk if she had more patience for clothes. As it is, she can't stand them, she hates the feeling of fabric on her skin. She likes the look of leather and plaid but it would kill her to wear that sort of thing. Her clothes are mostly black and pink, with some blue mixed in. Doesn't own anything with full-length sleeves or full-length legs. Any rips or tears are repaired by safety-pins rather than thread just to be contrarian because Vicente once told her she should repair them properly. So, of course, she never will. The "gender" of clothing doesn't matter to her because it's all horrible. If she finds something tolerable to wear for a whole day then that's a big enough deal that the gender of it doesn't matter.

Thea

Height: 6'1" (185.4cm) (without heels) Build: Slender, might even be seen as delicate if you don't know her well enough to know better

Features: Angular with a refined air, a large, hooked nose, wears makeup when on the job but refrains when she's at home.

Hair: I wish blood orange wasn't a meme because that's really the most accurate way to describe her hair colour. If she were to straighten it out, it would fall just past her shoulders. As it is, she usually has it styled in waves or curls, or done up in 20s-inspired hairstyles. She'll try out hairstyles from other time periods, but since those don't spark the same joy for her and she can't wear them for work it's hard for her to motivate herself to expand her hair horizons

Eyes: Yellow. She literally can't put a glamour on them, for reasons that will be explored in the story. It isn't that big a deal, though. Coloured contacts are a thing, and the fact that she's a performer makes it easier to assume it's a sort of costume. Not to mention, humans get so overwhelmed by her very presence that they usually can't manage to question her eyes. She likes to wear small, feathered eyelash extensions.

Style: Classic and elegant styles, often 20s-inspired. When it comes to her work wardrobe she goes full-throttle old Hollywood glamour. For her personal life, though, she prefers day dresses and casual wear (still in that classic and elegant style though, even her casual outfits have a refined air about them.) She focuses on the fit and silhouette when she puts together outfits, and has a personal tailor. Exclusively presents femininely in the way she dresses.

Kaida

Height: 6'3" (190.5cm)

Build: Streamlined. Kind of like a swimmer's build, strong but built to be quick and aerodynamic.

Features: Sharp, brow is often furrowed, strong jawline, cheekbones could cut glass, whether he's capable of smiling is anyone's guess

Hair: Very, very long. Falls past his mid-back, perfectly straight and white. Somehow, it never gets messy or out of place. Almost like magic or something... But even so, he ties at least some of it back if it's getting in the way. His hairstyles (when he bothers styling it) are more elaborate than Vicente's, but simpler than Thea's

Eyes: Very, very dark brown, almost black, monolid, eyelashes and eyebrows match white hair

Style: He likes things that are long and flow-y at the hem. A long trench-coat, a cardigan that has a "tailcoat" sort of shape. He laments the fact that capes and cloaks fell out of fashion. The sleeves need to be fitted, though, otherwise they get in his way. As far as colour, he isn't very picky as long as it's nothing too bright and colourful. He has a preference for the colder shades of purple. Wears a lot of rings, necklaces, bracelets, but no piercings. I'm not sure what to call his overall style other than "modern warlock chic?"

Shiloh

I can't really get into Shiloh too much without spoilers, but I can tell you that their hair and eyes are always black. I can also talk about their style a little bit.

Style: Layers upon layers, as much of itself covered as possible. Always has the bottom half of its face buried behind a scarf. Clothes are all black and may not actually be clothes, but no one has been able to get Shiloh to clarify about that.

If you want to know about anything specific I may not have mentioned, please let me know ♥

[smeargledshades]

One more question for you Monet! You've got three Smeargle as well as your starter—that seems like a lot of Pokemon to look after. How do you make sure they're all enriched/entertained/active so they don't become restless?

Thank you for the questions-- screaming into the void gets lonely sometimes, haha!

So the thing about Smeargles is that once you've got a handle on what they want they are the easiest little guys to keep happy. You've just got to let them express their natural behaviours and throw something new in the mix every so often.

In the wild, Smeargles usually live in temperate forests and swamps, and they spend most of their time marking their territory (and each other) with pigments they make from their tails. The pigments change colour based on the Smeargle's mood, and the Smeargles mark each other to show they're part of the same collective (it's where their famous Pawprint Mark comes from!)

So you've got to give them different experiences- take them out for walks, give them different foods, and let them mess around with pigments they didn't make.

I take the Smeargles on a walk around the neighbourhood every day- though I'm careful of their tails; each one has a plastic cover. Once a week, I take them down Route 20, so they can really explore, encounter Pokemon they don't normally get to see, and see Nature (TM). I'll occasionally take them on a ferry ride around Virbank Harbour or up to the Pokestar Studios museum.

Smeargles are naturally insectivores and herbivores. So I get them some feeder Weedles every now and then- it's sad, but circle of life and all that- and import Poffins to supplement their usual Pokeblock-and-Berry diet.

Some Smeargles in the wild will use Berry juice to decorate themselves and the trees or ruins they call home- I give them lots of different kinds of Berries, Pokemon-safe paint, food colouring. Nothing that isn't safe for a Pokemon to eat, if they Do A Lick, but variety and Enrichment. They've got a whole room of the house that's full of canvases, hanging sheets, blank wall - well, it's not blank anymore- and the floor is wall to wall tarps.

Basically- let them make art, see the world, eat weird things. No wonder I like them, right?

I can tell you more about Fluffernutter if you want but this answer has gone on way too long for one ask lol

Thank you for listening!

[spidey-bie]

Hi hi hi! I do have extra development on Moxie. That little possibly 1k message? The basic fucking surface to be scratched. I have not been normal about Moxie since the second movie came out. I'm telling you, I probably would be hyperfixating on spider-verse harder right now if Moxie wasn't just so goddamn intriguing and scratching the right parts of brain rn. Absolutely fucking enamoured, with Moxie rn. Loosing my absolute shit and full neck deep into writing Moxie at this point in time. My favorite part of them is honestly the writing challenge.

My typical writing style for doing most stories is this almost grim-dark realism, and yeah that has it's place and it's weight and it's a good vehicle for world building and everything to use real world examples as a jumping off point into getting into something more fluid and concrete, but sometimes you need a story that breaks all of your own rules so that you can focus solely on being creative, and that's what Moxie is for me.

Moxie's ideas came from slapstick black and white cartoons of the 1930s and later. This almost fluidity of motion itself and the expression of emotion without words itself. Originally, they were going to be about a world of black and beige, the only colour being organics (people, animals, flowers, organic matter) but because of how concrete their city and world is, there is no colour. Cities and companies paint exclusively in black with beige light to illuminate. It was going to be a message about anger, (hence Moxie's name) about punkness in the most concrete definition of the word (not the musical scene, about the movement of punk) and what happens to that frog when you slowly boil them. My typical writing style, and it was a really interesting concept that I will be frogging (recycling ideas for something else) but it was hard as hell to write and emotionally taxing to think about how we're fucking up and all that. Moxie was always meant to be the brightest, most colourful thing in the room because they started and lead the rebellion against climate change.

Moxie's story is about how care can be an act of rebellion. The rules of life is that you have to be cold and jaded, that the world is cruel but Moxie sees the world differently. They see the world in the eyes of someone who didn't get to experience childhood wonder rediscovering it long into "adulthood" where they're supposed to be this serious and callused and good at shit but they aren't. You're supposed to be interested in all these things, but Moxie's just interested in painting these bluejays. Moxie's only love is wonder. I love them so much for it. It sounds so simple when I put it like that, but how the fuck do you write a world for a character to belong in when they're so different from it, not only visually being that the setting Moxie takes place in is dark, cold, wet and dreary with not alot of money with Moxie's contrast being so bright and colourful; It's how the fuck do you explain to people how this isn't just cold and wet? It's a world rooted in perspective. That bat that you just put away into a container didn't really disappear into a void, but because it looked like it did, suddenly it can and items can mary poppins themselves out of even the weirdest of places if you try hard enough. It's a cartoon in written form, with emotional forefront being so integral to bringing everything together. Anger, is a crucial theme, with many of their "villains" being people who take different ideas of how anger can be worked through and how it challenges people. It's a narrative that says there's too many different perspectives out there to have villains.

Yes, I love Moxie very much, and I'm so fucking glad that spider-verse exists and with the amazing creative minds that it did, because let me fucking tell you, This is changing my entire view of being a writer and storyteller just by writing this little dickens. I have not shut up at all about them to anyone who will hear me speak, I am FOAMING at the mouth.

Writing Moxie has also given me a new perspective on comic hobie, and how many more flaws he has and ways he could've been fleshed out that they just fucking didn't that I could also talk about. There's also the thing about the edge of spider-geddon that has it's own issues I feel need to be addressed on a larger scale but, not time not place.

I refuse to be normal about this little shit at any point. XD  

I'm physically vibrating with this ask.

I love how we're playing with the mediums here. Like that's so interesting of a concept.

No but I have a similar issue because my writing always seems to veer in a more dark and tragic type of writing too. (I tried to make it more positive but after reading this ask I started brainstorming and it got like 70 shades darker 😔.)

Okay but the layers. The way they just burst through and defy everything that's considered the "normal". They exist outside the gender binary area, they refuse to let the world make them bitter, and they literally exist outside the norm of the world regarding its medium. I ju- UGHHHHHHHH DESPITE IT ALL THEY CHOOSE TO BE CARING. (Literally holding back tears at this point ngl)

That bat that you just put away into a container didn't really disappear into a void, but because it looked like it did, suddenly it can and items can mary poppins themselves out of even the weirdest of places if you try hard enough.

OKAY BUT THAT'S SO COOL OF AN IDEA. I don't know if you meant in a literal way or a metaphorical sense or both. But either way that's ju- ASDFGSJXJDJDKKD.

Nonononono continue with that rant in that last paragraph about how they could've expanded on Hobie's character. <-Person who hasn't read the comics.

BUT FR LIKE KEEP FILLING ME IN ON MOXIE.

[oberthinkin]

Can you write cg Usagi alohaoe and baby Jodio Joestar

(idk if ur comfy w padded jodio but maaaaybe)

idk a plot just ..fluff

I looked up on the wiki-- I'll do my best, but I haven't read the manga :3

Contains: Agere dips

SFW INTERACTIONS ONLY

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Occasionally, Usagi finds himself in the position of caregiver for a regressed Jodio. And sometimes during these moments, Jodio gets so small he can't help but need extra care. Extra care isn't something Usagi is used to giving, but he gives it a fair shot.

"Jojo. I see your plate is finished."

Not looking up from his colouring, the little just goes: "Yep."

"And your sippy is empty."

"Yep."

"It's funny that they're both empty because normally you take a full episode of Wild Kratts to finish a plate of carrots and cucumbers. But you're not even halfway through and you finished everything? Are you sure that's whatcha wanna tell me happened?"

"Yep" the little says, still not looking up from his colouring. Not even a little put off by how his caregiver asked him the question. If he knows he's in trouble, he doesn't show it.

Usagi takes a deep sigh before pausing the cartoon, the little one snapping his eyes up to glare at him for daring to turn off his show. But he's not going to waver-- the scent of his apartment is on the line. If the veggies are gone so quick, it means the little has hidden them somewhere not in his tummy. Green is peaking out from under another one of Jodio's colouring books. Cucumbers and green peppers have been located. But the carrots and juice are still unaccounted for. And it means that Usagi has to find them before the ants do, again.

"Jojo. Buddy. I see the cucumber slices from under your book. I just want to know where you put the juice so I can wash whatever it's on."

"D'ank it."

"Are you sure? Cuz we don't want a repeat of last time, right? With the ants on your toys and couch, because you hid your veggies in between the cushions--"

"I said I d'ank it!" Jodio yelps, indignatly.

Usagi calmly walks over to the little lifting the arms of the little one and bending to see where he could have reached. The good news about Jodio being so small is that his path of destruction is very limited. Gently lifting and stretching, thankful the little one isn't trying to fight him on the action, but instead just limply allowing himself to be ragdolled. "We gotta be sure, okay? What about the carrots?"

"T'ash."

Usagi freezes, letting go of the littles arms gently. There is no trash near Jodio-- because who puts a trashcan next to the coffee table in the living room? Especially who puts a little boy next to the trashcan, so he can touch all the garbage and then touch his face... The only things near Jodio that the little can reach is his colouring book, the cup of juice, the puzzle piece playmat that Usagi puts together whenever Jodio is small... Nowhere that could be seen as 'trash'.

Except...

"Buddy... Did you go potty?"

The little one nods, scratching his neck before trying to hide his face in Usagis shoulder. Jodio had previously had a few accidents when being taken care of, so Usagi talked him into maybe wearing diapers when small. And baby Jodio seemed to understand that soiled diapers went to the garbage as soon as he was changed. But given that it's new, and Jodio is a surprisingly proud little... He might have been too embarrassed to ask Usagi for help, even though the caregiver reminded him several times to ask when he felt icky.

And Jodio probably also remembered that soiled diapers were trash. And, confusingly, if he doesn't want something anymore, it can go in the trash. Jodios wires must have gotten crossed when thinking of a place to put the 'garbage' food: veggies.

"Okay buddy, we're gonna get you changed now. Come on." Usagi hauls the little up to his knees, gently guiding him to crawl over to the changing mat that he keeps near the little but out of arms reach so the little doesn't have to move much.

A quick change later into clean diapers, and a tiny scolding for trying to throw his veggies away, Usagi helps guide Jodio back to the coffee table, wiping the plastic covers of the colouring books from any cucumber water, and throwing out the garbage.

"Next time, can you remember to tell me if you need help, buddy? You know I don't mind helping you if something is icky."

Jodio nods, eyes droopy and apparently sleepy from all the colouring and mischief. Usagi sits next to the little on the floor, before hauling him up onto the couch for a nap.

Despite how this afternoon went, Usagi doesn't feel upset with his little for misbehaving. He's just a little boy after all, and he knows Jojo needs extra care. And despite the sass and mess-making, he knows Jojo appreciates him taking the extra mile to be a caregiver for him. If not because of the trust to try the diapers and pull-ups Usagi suggested, then the way the little tugs his caregiver's hand close to his chest for his nap is a good indicator.

[borderlinesatou]

I'm so sick of her. She's making me hate you. All you do is complain about her and I genuinely don't think you realise it.

Do you know how miserable you've become since you moved in with her? Everything's about her. It's never about you. You won't let yourself be upset because "she has it worse". You're literally pitying her, that's all it is.

She gets upset at the smallest things and you beat yourself up over it like it's your fucking job to make sure she's happy.

I know I got extremely lucky still being with my teen sweetheart. We grew into full functioning adults together after going through a ridiculous amount of shite together thanks to my family. Never once have I ever felt pitied by her but I know for a fact she feels pitied by you. You said it yourself, she got mad at you for being concerned for her wellbeing, because she thinks that you don't trust her judgement. Even though you have every reason not to since she's the way she is.

I'd like to give her the benefit of the doubt and say she's not being malicious purposefully but that doesn't excuse the fact that she is manipulative often.

The fact that you feel guilty about having your own interests and hobbies is such a huge issue I don't understand how you can't see it. It's another reason for the pile of why I think you shouldn't be dating.

You shouldn't have to force her into spaces and activities that are yours alone to enjoy, shes literally going to ruin cons for you for the rest of the time you go, which I feel like will stop eventually when you realise you can't be around your friends since she'll cry if we start talking about cock and balls.

You love talking shite and she turns you mute. It sounds like the most dull, mind numbing conversations to have with anyone ever. Like what is there to even talk about that doesn't involve her, that's solely yours? God forbid you have interests she isn't a part of because that'll upset her 🥺

Its ridiculous. You're such a warm bright colourful person with so much personality and humor and you're just grey with her.

I can never say any of this to you directly because I think it'd finally be the end of our friendship but honestly I don't know how much longer I can see you like this, it's genuinely hurting me.

She didn't know you were suicidal and you've been together over 2 years. Is that not alarming? The lack of knowledge of your mental state bc she never looks outside herself. I know you deny how unwell you are because you never let yourself be the one with issues but if she really knew you she'd know that without being told.

I think you should break up.

I know you're lonely, and I know you want a relationship, but God, you're not meant to be on eggshells at every turn, wondering if you've something wrong or done something wrong to upset her. You're not supposed only care about her feelings and never check on your own.

I really think you should end it.

Obviously you live with her so that's a complication but you know your mam would take you back in a heart beat.

I think you should go. I'm saying this with the most sincerity I can. I am saying this as your oldest and closest friend. Please leave her to better yourself. It'll hurt, obviously. But in the long run you deserve to really be happy. Happiness is not what you have. You wouldn't be this way if it was.

These feelings aren't new or sudden. I've felt this way for well over a year. She made you a completely different person while you're with her, then when you finally get time to see us you complain about her in some sort of way

Of course no relationship is perfect, I've gotten annoyed at 🐰 before, most were due to outside forces (primarily my family) but we've always talked it out. You keep stuff from her, you feel like you can't be honest with her out of fear. None of that is normal or healthy.

You really really should consider breaking up.

I just want you to be happy again.

[groon]

wanted to ask abt the Beard being Not Great^tm thing in the one post's tags since he absolutely makes some very off-colour jokes but like was there anything specific that happened or what

also sorry if it's a sensitive topic or something feel free to delete/ignore I just like to have context for things

i wouldn't normally address something like this, but tumblr audiences might not be aware of it because it all went down on twitter, and there really aren't enough people who care about/are aware of what happened.

basically, there's a reason why bearded isn't in soundsmith's videos anymore. it was a lot of stuff, lying about his age, being weird about porn on discord around minors, and being emotionally abusive to his friends.

here's the full testimony from a few of his friends at the time. i didn't talk to him much, but i was (and still am) very close friends with a lot of the people he hurt.

after the callout bearded said he would be taking "a long break." i remember at the time i told him i'd rather he quit entirely, but obviously he didn't. most of us cut contact with him, but there's a few people who still hang out with him and i guess just...pretend it never happened?

[fmp2emilycywinski]

12 Fairy Tales for Young Feminists

I wanted to research some fairy tales that have a woman as the main character, fighting for herself,  so I am looking at fairy tales made by feminists for younger feminists.

Now just the clarify, I am an “Equalist”, I believe in equality for all and if I catch books with a hint of man-hating or hypocrisy I will speak out about it, since that is the wrong message to give to children.

Not All Princesses Dress In Pink

This one seems to be a cool book. At the moment, the internet is struggling to understand what a “Woman” is, and a lot of people are confused and are saying that a woman is a feeling when science disagrees with that logic. It is the genitalia you own and your chromosomes, that is it. But since people are saying it's feeling, they think that if you are a man that likes to wear a dress and admire female clothing, unless you are gederdeiforic, you are not tran. That's just who you are.

But the same thing is happening to women, people are confused and when they are a woman but like to wear all black or casual “boy” clothes. Causing them to get confused about who they are. They also tend to be uncomfortable in their bodies because of very normal puberty, but because they aren't properly educated, it turns into what they think is “gender dysphoria”.

So a book that can educate women on their biology and that it's ok to dress and act differently than most women, doesn't mean that they are anything less than a woman, it just means you have accepted who they are and that they love themself for it.

This book I appreciate a lot.

The art style is very cute, I love how simple every thing looks, it's very on-brand for a children's book.

Off the bat, this doesn't feel like a feminist book. I just feel like someone took the story of Little Red Riding Hood and just changed the setting from a European setting to an African setting. I could imagine that this was mostly a story to tell kids in African schools to stay away from strangers, which I can understand since forests aren't very popular in Africa.

The set style is quite different from what I usually see in children's books, it's quite stylized and has a strange wiggly line art to it. I'm not a fan of it, but it's a style that children will probably not mind.

I have no idea what this one is about but it doesn't sound pleasant, I just hope it's not harmful to children or spread a man-hating message since that is sadly a popular message nowadays with modern feminism.

This is an art style I don't like very much. I'm not a fan of how this look and I'm not sure why, I think it's because of the strange shape decisions and also the character design of the snow white.

Off the bat, Thumbelina is already a feminist fairy tale since she is basically on her own, however, she does get a lot of help from animals but she never gets rescued by a prince which I know is something modern-day feminists hate nowadays. So there isn't much else to say about this, apart from the art style is very cute the colour palettes being very pretty to look at.

I'm not quite sure what this story is about but I think it's inspired by Little Red Riding Hood because of the name.

The art style, I hate it. It's ugly, I hate how the proportion on the face are just all over the place, I just hate this art style so much.

The art style is so cute and I love the colours and just how satisfying it all looks. Sadly the message of the book concerns me, the title sounds like it's a jab at heroic men. What I get is a good message that women are capable of taking care of themselves but because of modern-day feminism, they seem to forget that men are naturally stronger and biology and science are the truth but for some reason now it's forbidden to know and understand the truth.

However, I don't know what the book entirely says and I believe that this message can be done right, that there is a big chance that this book did just that. And hopefully, young girls can have a healthy message.

[muffindaddystyles]

OH NO BABY!!

Summary: It was Harry who swimmed in freezing ass water but someone else (his lovie) ends up catching a cold, caring boyfriendrry, a mighty bit momrry.

Turquoise chilly waves crashes against the dark coloured stones as Y/N watches her button sized boyfriend; summat all with rosy cheeks and nose, un-tattooed, wearing excessively short knickers (so tiny it shows the curves of his cute bum perfectly), being a cheeky giggly boy while shooting his swimming scenes. 

She wheezes a cold puff of breath winding her brown overcoat closer around to keep her warm but it fails to do so and she might get a scolding from Harry for being silly and waiting outside the whole time just to watch him but she doesn't care, she's extremely proud of him and comes by the sets of My Policemen once a time she gets day off her job early. 

He paddles towards her like a penguin buried into humongous coats and towels, his brows furrowing together trying to recognize her dainty self waving him quite enthusiastically from far and his face softens at that.

Shaking his head when her teeth clanks together from the gush of stinging cold breeze. 

"Lovie'," He wraps his nippy palms around her hands bringing them to his frosty lips to blow warm air, knowing she hates cold and gets real whiny from not being able to bear it yet she stood in it for two hours for him means alot to him because his assistant told him someone was waiting for him but didn't tell it was his actual sweet baby.

"How you're not a frozen chicken yet?" She asks sighing once in the heat of his given trailer and he makes an exhultant purring noise when she cups his face, lulling it left and right playfully, "Are you okay? She queries worriedly looking down at him with batted eyes and he muses a chuckle at her sweetness. 

"Baby 'm fine -- feeling hot by the way now you're inside the van." He grins bashfully tugging her closer with his knees pulled around her legs, "You better go back home .. I don't want your cutesy bum to freeze to death." She squeaks surprisingly when he smacks her ass playfully and drags her down by pulling the lapel of her coat to smear his lips against her's fondly -- heart bigger than it's normal size at her sight making his day 100x better. 

"I brought you lunch, it's on that shelf." She tells him standing at the stairs of trailer and he waves her blowing a heartious kiss her way, "Call me when y'reach, yeah?" 

"Kay, bye!" Her awfully pretty smile covets dimples into his cheeks and he just want to throw himself into the sofa piled with blanket and scream into it like a teenager girl.

Though, she keeps sneezing through whole ride -- eyes teary, nose runny and fingers twitchy not to mention her numb toes making her feel very uncomfy. Her eyes dropping from being too sleepy and lazy. 

She's about to catch a cold. 

Tiredly she drags her feet upto their flat and doesn't even pet their kitten strawberry on the way to their bedroom and when reaches it flops over blankets snuggling into them -- without even changing into comfy clothes. 

Sirens everywhere as she wakes up with a groan holding her forehead to subside the pound in it and it's feeling like blazing alarms are going off in her head making her want to puke. 

It's dark outside. She's been napping for hours. She manages to sit on the edge of bed deciding whether she should stand up to go to washroom or not for that all she could see is floating wooden floor. 

Weakly she trudges towards the kitchen filling a glass of water and pulls out a thermometer from one of the drawers -- she was too occupied in waiting for it to beep  then checking her fever that she didn't hear Harry announcing; he's home. 

She gasps quickly shoving it under her bum, "Don't you hide that thermometer from me!" He squalls rushing towards her in two big strides of his daddy long legs and her eyes widen comically. 

"I was just checking and I don't have any kind of fever!" She squeals not letting him get hold of the thermometer and he glares down at her sternly, "You're burning up, baby." He hisses, the back of his hand pressed to her forehead. 

She stands up and does a twirl for him shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "See 'm fine —- " Only to pass out but Harry was quick to take her fall in his arms gracefully squinting his eyes down at her.

"Yeah . . . could see how fine you're." She gives in atlast. Knowing he's going in a severe mommy mode.

"Put your arms around me — Or just fall on me, yeah that works too." She nods and let him slip his socks clad feetsie under her soles to walk them to their bedroom, he sits her down and she wails when he opens their wardrobe to get her something comfy. 

"Nooo." She bunches up into a ball as he fists her vest top to pull it over her head, "it's freezing -- 'm feeling so cold." He frowns because he's sweating his ass off from the heat. 

He sweeps her hair away from her eyes rubbing a hand down her back continuously, "It'd be a sec, pet. Then I'll warm these blankets in the drier 'n make ye' some soup, so you'd be all cosy 'n snuggly … hmm?" She's very unconvincing when sick. Wants him and just him by her side. 

She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sniffs, raising her armpits in air for him and  shivers terribly when he undressed her completely, "Oh me poor baby." He leans in to kiss the corner of her lips but she pushes him away grumpy-ly. 

"You're g'na get sick too, dummy." He pouts childishly helping her to put her legs in her fuzzy pyjamas, plants tender kisses to her ankles once covering her feet in aloe-fused socksies.

When she stands up on wobbly legs with the support of his folded thigh he almost jumps asking worriedly. 

"Where are ye' goin', missy!??" 

"To washroom." Her voice barely audible her throat achy and scratchy, "'M comin' with you." He tells her demandingly and she groans knuckling at her eyes. 

"No."

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that." He leaves her wrist and she gasps tripping forward from weakness -- catching the nearest furniture before the damage. 

"Moppet, stop being so stubborn and lemme take care of you … look at you, an absolute horror –-- never been this frail." He's just so caring it makes her want to cry and have a full on water-works party. He pushes her from waist to himself pecking her sweet smelling hair and takes her to washroom. 

After that he tucks her beneath two fluffy blankets and leaves her to make some soup for her and bring her medicine, "Harry!" She yowls pinching the blankets closer around her round small head and feels bad when he rushes inside in a frenzy with an utterly concerned face, serving spoon in his hand and dish rag on his shoulder. 

"What happened baby? D'ya wanna throw up? Or are you feelin' freezy, should I blow up heat?" He asks in one breath and she blushes murmuring timidly, glossy eyes still very sleepy and exhausted. 

She sneezes loudly, "I just –- achoo!! –- " Another sneeze and she messes her words horribly, " –- you — " Drool on the corner of her mouth. 

"You achoo me?" He giggles softly fetching some tissues for her and wipes her nose with them as she struggles to clean it herself. 

"'M sorry, please come back." She sighs holding in an another sneeze to avoid wetting him with her yucky stuff. 

He strokes her head for a generous moment, "It's almost cooked –- oh fuck is it burning?" He sniffs the air then looks down at her with full on saucer eyes and slaps his forehead when she raises her shoulders, "Maybe?" Thankfully not all of it got ruined and his grin was obnoxious while bringing it inside. Trying to shoo away strawberry who's pawing at the frizzes of his socks. 

She smiles up at him with hooded eyes when he hovers the spoon infront of her waiting to feed her as if she's some sort of lil baby and when she tells him it's hot he blows at it and when she still tries to make excuses he stares at her strictly, "Baby." He warns her and she obliges quickly grabbing his wrist delicately to eat and his heart jumps consciously at the fact she's still burning awfully. 

"Did you even put salt in it? It tastes like nothing."

"Please stop wasting of what's left of ye voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste." He huffs and she giggles only to drive into fits of loud coughs. He rubs her back gently and puts the tray aside when she feels like throwing up from the effect of coughs and moves the bin where she's bended over the edge of bed and his legs. 

"It's okay, hmm just let it out." He caresses her back and holds her hair away from her face -- though nothing comes out since she hasn't eaten anything from morning. 

"I hate this." There comes the first sniffle and he instantly cradles her face in his soft hands, "I know dovie' you're feeling very icky right now but it'll be better in the morning, I promise." She shakes her head coughing into her elbow. 

"I don't want to eat anymore." Her voice groggy and hoarse, he lifts her gaze up towards him scolding her with a stern frown. 

"Hey, now none of that -- you're not allowed to sleep until your belly isn't full." She groans nodding at last and he kisses her shoulder as a little reward. She isn't very bratty. Infact she's Harry's polite girl. Though, When she's he makes sure to tug her back on line but at the moment he understands that how much she's suffering. 

How much she needs him to take care of her.

Taking care of her medicines and her cough syrup he turns on the lamp laying back into heap of pillows against the headboard and spreads his knees to bunch her petite weak body against his chest and closes them when she's properly snuggled on top of him, it's one of her favourite positions to sleep in when she's sick --- clinged and cuddled to him. 

Like babies on their mommy's chest with their bums sticked out.

He tightens his arms around her hiding his face into the crook of her neck and smooches tiny kisses to her sweet spot, "You're so cute baby makes me heart-ache." 

His tranquil heartbeat never fails to lull her to sleep and his hands loving on her sides always makes her feel very warm, "You shouldn't have come to beach -- moppet. Knows your immune against cold is terrible." He whispers cheek squished over her head and she murmures sleepyly —- hands bundled up between her and his front, "Just wanted to make you feel ….. loved." Her words jumblish but full of affection and drool sticks to his sweatshirt when she mumbles against his chest. 

//

Harry didn't sleep whole night making sure she's okay, making her sip her cough syrup in betweens and massaging her head but when his eyes barely dropped and the clock hit 4 in the morning whimpers and wails started slipping out of her lips as if she's in very much pain. Which infact she's. Her body shivers vigorously in his arms and even though she's sweating her fever didn't lower down a bit. 

He has never seen her in such a bad condition. 

He perches on his elbow immediately cupping her hot rosy cheek and gives it few pats crying out worriedly, "Hey baby -- wake up." When she doesn't listen his lungs felt suffocating themselves bile forming in his throat. He throws the blanket away sitting up fully and rests her head in the nook of his elbow.

"Y/N!?" He tries not to panic when she gives him no-response and before his anxiety driven self could duck down to press his ear to her heart her eyelids fluttered barely -- blue chapped lips moving slowly. 

"'M okay, bub. Don't worry ….. " 

"Bullocks. You're not okay! You can't stop shivering!! Looks almost dead." He growls angry at her and himself for not taking her to clinic soon, "You're so fucking stubborn, pet." He mutters rageously laying her gently down on the mattress and climbs down the bed to bring their coats. Almost stomping his way all around the bedroom to collect stuff. 

This time doesn't ask her if she could walk or not and glides his arms underneath her shoulders and knees to haul her firmly against his chest -- blanket still wrapped around her shivering body. 

"Shh, shh my baby. You're g'na be okay, 'm so sorry you're in so much pain." He tries to soothe her while walking down stairs of the building. 

Turns out she caught pneumonia. They had to stay two hours at the clinic for her drip and some injections for which he had to hold her down from wiggling and squirming her way out. 

Made her rest till the fever was gone temporarily then drives them back home when assured that her condition isn't worsening and right now when she's cuddled up into his side with strawberry sleeping on his thighs he nudges her lightly.

"Dovie' I love you so much but that doesn't mean you can scare the shit outta me like that." She just mewls sinking deeper into his side.

"No more set visits fo' you." He tells her seriously and she perks her head up coughing mildly and he raises his forefinger in a demand for her to stay quite, that there's nothing to argue, "You could watch me for once 'n all at the big screen." 

"Harry……" She whines tugging the hem of his sweatshirt.

"No, Harry." He pets her head down back on the pillow. 

Without saying anything she distance herself from him like a grumpy shrimp and fusses under her breath. He supresses his amused chuckles noting the silliness of this girl and drags her back by her ankle towards him.

"Come back here, you little betrayer." He gasps dramatically and squishes her in his embrace till she gives up and herself nuzzles up into his homely scented neck. 

[digitalvoidheart]

The Weak prince

Hi. Void here :3 So this story... I wasn't sure who to choose as the "prince" mentioned above (because I'm a sucker for either deathglitch or afterdeath XP) so what I did was I rolled a die to chose our prince.... Only to do the exact opposite and choose the other. Regardless I hope you enjoy it (if you don't like the ship, no hate. Please leave) Also, there might be changes to their normal character. You have been warned. (I'm trying to write angst so ye XP) Warning for depressive thoughts. *‹----------------------------------›*

Of the rumours did you hear?

That of the King's son, his own life he didn't care

Of the punishments or loss of his life he did not fear

Or simply the poor dolt was of the assassin unaware?

Geno watched as the crowd assembled to watch him and his family descend the steps. As if he needed more people ogling at him like an exotic beast. Nevertheless, a smile adorned his face-along with the many heavy and expensive articles of clothing, jewelry and silver crown atop his crown (heh. That was a good one). His scarf, disguised as a bright red sash being the most vivid colour from his full attire. He swore to himself that once the party is over, he's ripping away from the pricey clothing (except the scarf) and tossing them to a corner of his room for the servants to find.

His mother, the Queen, was the center of attention, as she usually was in such ballroom events. With an unusual yet bizarre pink hair and sweet words, she could wish the crowd and they'd follow, especially fellow human and monster nobles. But not just because she's queen. Obviously. The same could be said about Fresh. He had a sizeable crowd around him as well, mostly girls as he recently hit the age of finding himself a soulmate. All of the bratty girls gushing at anything he did. Geno choked in surprise when they started fanning themselves as he decided to take a bite out of a cherry bomb. Seriously?

Error, while not a fan of being in the spotlight, is handling the guests near the buffet table quite impressively. Although, if anyone knew Error personally-like Geno, you could see his eye twitching and grin pulled taut. Geno bets that all his older sibling wanted was to soothe his nerves with Fondue au chocolat, before some snooty rich bastard lady (Error's words, not his) decided to impress the future king with motives she didn't know she wasn't hiding. He has been nigh irked ever since this whole event was prepared to celebrate his soon-to-be crowning as the next King.

As Error's gaze met his, they shared a grin with fiendish sibling intent behind it.

I'm pulling you into the conversation the next person who talks to me.

Try to find me before that.

Geno's grin widened as Error shot him a glare, as he turned his back to the other, smirking. He moved to another buffet table away from Error, plucking a flute of sparkling fruit mocktail from the colourful array of drinks, some already emptied out by guests. Although all of them were alcoholic. Except his.

"Thank you, Alter," the prince spoke, knowing his personal servant was around. He took a sip from his flute as a tall figure approached him.

"Honestly, young master," the kind hearted servant chastised, "You need to be more careful. You can't just randomly pick a drink and hope it isn't alcoholic or something monsters can't ingest!" Alter folded his arms.

"Well. I have you don't I?" Geno turned to him, grin twitching upwards. He chuckled when Alter let out an audible sigh.

"I'm flattered. The next time you try that make sure you don't run away from me." he spat sarcastically, rolling his eye lights, "But in all honesty, Geno," he whispered, all playful banter softened away to concern, (so quiet that Geno only heard him call him by his name instead of his title while they were still in a party), "please be more aware of anything that could potentially harm you. I can't always be around if something happens. Alright?"

Alter didn't wait for a response, taking his leave to attend to the other guest. Geno's gaze stayed fixed on his servant as he walked gracefully with a tray of drinks in his hand, passing them off to no-longer-sober guests. A faint twinge felt in his soul. He looked away from him, placing his unfinished glass on the table. He wasn't thirsty anymore...

He walked away towards the empty balcony, looking up at the stars. The squeeze in his soul heightened as Alter's words rang in his head.

please be more aware of anything that could potentially harm you. I can't always be around if something happens.

But he wanted something to happen...

Geno looked away. As crazy as it sounds to even himself, he wouldn't be pulling the performance of a 'foolish and careless' prince if he didn't want something. He wasn't stupid. He allowed his frown to form itself onto his face unlike the smiles and smirks the servants and his family sees on him.

Ever since his mother took on her destined role as the ruler of their country after the passing of her husband, it has taken a toll on her with taking care of three boys and a country. All negotiations with the neighbouring countries have conflicts with her, their kings and nobles demanding she follow their orders as she is a woman like the foolish people they were. She objected, and denied their demands just like they denied her the queen and ruler. They didn't take the news well and soon, started sending anyone who was willing to capture or attack the royal family for a hefty sum.

Their mother grew more and more tired and unable to mask whatever troubled her away from her boys. She increased security, started new negotiations with kingdoms who have a good relationship with theirs and changes have not gone unnoticed. The princes did and soon, Geno and his brothers decided they wanted to help the kingdom alongside their mother when they were older.

They worked hard when it came to studies for their future as the next king. All having flying scores and good remarks from their tutors. Same could be said about them from the soldiers in charge of their training of weaponry and magic.

It was then when he was 15 that he heard it. That Error would rule, Fresh would take charge of the soldiers, and him? Nothing. He was to wait with soldiers following his every move until one of them fails their duty on his brothers so he will have to replace them with himself and forget anything was ever wrong.

His role was to wait and take on the roles of his brothers when they died. He was only fifteen. He tried to convince his mother to allow him a role, but as stressed as she was, she refused indifferently.

And he watched the future he planned with his brothers shatter.

Ever since then, he had felt a void in his soul and didn't feel a strong passion to do what he can to provide for the future. He couldn't. He watched neutrally as his scores dropped regardless of how hard he worked. He was easily beaten in combat. People, his brothers included, noticed something was wrong. Until he no longer cared.

He was the weakest of them all. That is why he wasn't allowed any other role until one came to him inevitably. His fragile health restricted him from fighting for long periods of time and if he were to rule, someone would have to learn of his ailments and it could put the country at risk if such a deadly secret of the Royal family was leaked.

He promised himself that if he were to produce an heir, he wouldn't so they wouldn't have to suffer his weak genetics or have to treated as an object of treason.

That's what he is. Weak. A weak soldier. A weak ruler... A weak link.

Geno looked down from the sky to the distant height below him. Everything but the elegant stone blurred away as he tunnel visioned, feeling the urge to reach for it.

A strong leader or family doesn't need worthless weaknesses lik-

"So this is where you were hiding huh?" Error's voice buzzed through to him as well as the scuffling of feet, snapping him out of his spiralling train of thought. He noticed he was leaning heavily against his arms on the cold metal railing of the balcony and he was on his toes. He quickly adjusted his weight back onto his feet and turned to his older brother.

Error looked a bit more relaxed than when he was indoors-not to mention his shirt's collar buttons were opened and he was haphazardly hanging his crown in a string basket made from his magic. How long was he here for?

"The... The party's over?" Error nodded, "Oh..." was all he could manage. No one came looking for him.

"Come on," Error called for him, "we can take some of the sweets back with us before the servants clean up. " That statement made the prince in white snort, chuckling while Error gave him a toothy grin.

"You're telling me this information so that I will assist you in carrying back a bigger platter of chocolate cake, isn't it?" Error shrugged, grin only widening. Geno snickered, shaking his head in disbelief, "Alright, but I want some too. Let's go." They both grabbed a large slice before retreating to their respective rooms after divvying up the amount they wanted each (Error took a portion of his of course).

Geno's room was dark when he arrived, but the prince didn't mind. He flitted towards his desk, having memorised where it was, and placed the slice of chocolatey goodness on it before turning around and opening his windows. The moonlit sky provided a decent amount of illumination for him to proceed whatever he liked with his sight rather than his memory.

He sat down by his desk and enjoyed his dessert along with the view of the moonlit village below, everyone had dimmed their oil lamps and turned in for the night. The stars in the sky did justice to the peaceful houses decorated around the castle, with the banners projecting their family's crest atop silver poles. Geno wishes he could roam the streets without an escort and without being recognised.

Just how exciting would it be? Being able to roam the bustling town and being able to buy whatever he wanted without the risk of him getting poisoned. Running through the streets and dancing to the street performer's tunes. Geno could only dream of the life his novels describe so lovingly. Maybe he'll read one tonight to relive the feelings and intent poured into the tome.

Maybe... And just maybe, he might take a visit to the village himself tomorrow. He walked to the table pressed against a wall and filled a conveniently placed goblet with water from the jug beside it and drank his fill.

Only to feel a hand wrap over his teeth, an arm yanking his free one making him stumble, catching himself with his arms on the last second before he slammed against the floor and immobilised himself with his injury. Before he could lift himself completely, a knee was placed on his spine and the cold of a blade kissed his vertebrae. "Scream or make a sound and I'll kill you"

Geno obeyed. But you should know that it's not because he was afraid. Quite the opposite. He was wondering if this guy was serious or just stupid

"We're you given the order to kill me?" he whispered, letting his attacker think he was complying.

"Why? Don't wanna die, your highness?" he chuckled, "If you don't want that, better comply and come with us if you want to get back to your family. "

Geno snapped. Anger building up. He was not going to become a threat to his family.

He would've teleported if he trained enough to concen and withstand the power of it. But he wasn't able to. He was weak. But Geno was determined to get away.

Raising his hidden arm, he shattered the ceramicware cacophonously. His captor was shocked and enraged, he pushed the prince's face against the floor. Geno's angry and frustrated tears spilling. He refused to be the reason for blackmail or ransom. If he died there'd be no reason. He can't be used against his brothers or his mother. He-

The human (as he realised) howled as he loosened his hold on Geno, the blade he held clattering to the floor. A scent of copper and filthy meat filled his senses. So did echoing footstep thunder in his acoustic meatuses.

Alter kicked the human away from Geno, placing himself between the two, a ring of fireballs rotating around him and his prince swiftly they formed an infinite fore ribbon around them. He gave a quick glance at Geno, his left socket having turned cyan, before turning back to the intruder as he readjusted his stance, holding his arm out more stiffly.

The singed human yelled colourful profanities at the both of them before darting for the window. Geno lifted an arm and protruded a single sharpened bone from beneath the man, stabbing his calf as he lost his balance and fell heavily, wailing agonisingly at the pain and poisonous intent seeped into the bone attack.

As lowly as the human was, even he knew that he had no way of escaping now. Didn't even put up a fight as guards took him down to the dungeon. Geno watched as the guards leave his room with Alter, the latter returning back with a candelabra with new magic candles set in each holder, a basin with a washcloth and bandages. Alter set the candelabra on the table, lighting it up with his magic and flooding the room with its strong blue light.

Neither made a sound as his personal assistant cleaned and healed the scratches on his fingers from the broken ceramic Geno failed to notice from his shock. Alter's intent was clear to him as he poured magic into healing his bone. Worried. Glad. Upset. Proud.

He helped the glitched boy by setting him his sleepwear and taking away his outfit (minus the precious scarf) and his plate before leaving the prince to his quarters again. Alone.

Geno didn't speak a single word or utter a single sound at Alter's kind voice when he helped him this whole time. He just turned in his bed, eyes tired but refusing to close. He didn't even have the energy to blow out the candles, much less think about blowing them out. He was so weak.

He wondered if he could still go on with what he planned to.  He wouldn't stop them if he got caught. He has no choice. Better sit and wait or end up a threat to his family. Just why did it have to be him? He'd rather die  than cause more trouble to his family or kingdom.

Maybe if he did go out, someone might do him the favour. Geno smiled, his soul crushing as tears escaped across his eyes and staining his pillow.

Maybe then I wouldn't have to keep being a weak prince. He said to himself before passing out from the exhaustion and pain. ---------- I shall now disappear again and appear after another century :D Hope you enjoyed the story and hope it tore your feelings apart

Ill see to a part 2 when I feel like it. Until then?

Byebee

CQ bros belong to loverofpiggies

[leviiattacks]

Two Faced | Chapter Ten

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it’s all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared, for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au ??? (at this point idek) angst, fluff, slice of life etc ?? word count :: 4k author note :: haha.... wowww it's been long since i last updated. honestly my physical and mental health have just been horrible... that's about it, i lost a lot of motivation but if you're still reading i am very thankful and i will try to deliver the story well. i tried my best but writing whilst sick is very tiresome :-) tags :: @patience-is-here​ , @chwlogy​ , @a--nonymousse​ , @imkumichan​ 

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Keeping yourself cooped up within Levi's estate and never daring to step a foot outside should have been what you had done. Blackmailing him to keep you confined within the walls of your bedroom would be much better compared to the problem you have to resolve now. Perhaps if you had done so you wouldn't have collided face first into this muddle.

Jean fiddles with the ends of his button up, he doesn't take the chance to glance up at any of his superiors. He's either much too embarrassed or has nothing noteworthy to start off with.

Erwin chooses to call the shots seeing as neither you or the Viscount by your side wish to begin.

"You both understand why we're here. Correct me if I'm wrong?" The Commander looks between you, Jean and your unfortunate excuse of a husband. Suddenly it looks as if the gears and cogs in Jean's brain move without warning.

Offering a demure nod you expect for him to follow in your footsteps and do the same only he stands there looking between you and Levi.

"Wait...The two of you are? A couple?" Stunned isn't the word, Jean's completely flabbergasted.

"If you figured that out this late, I do not understand why Erwin sees you remotely fit for my team." Levi's beyond insulted at the fact he's only just understood the situation.

Jean, now more intimidated than ever before straightens his back and coughs clumsily, "Sorry." He murmurs chestnut eyes making contact with the hardwood floors.

The Commander's laced hands sit atop his desk, elegant fingers moving similar to honey on a spoon. He sighs not out of fatigue but pride. Whatever plan he's come up with has to be decent at the very least, his body language is telling you that much.

"We have a number of possibilities we can choose from. We owe that pleasure to Mr Kirstein here." Erwin offers him an almost cynical smile, you can't help but gulp thinking about how this is essentially your fault. With all the constant training sessions and team building tasks it makes sense for Jean to have completely forgot about your unspoken rule. Solely blaming him is incorrect.

Raising your arm above your head to intervene you make it known that you're aware of Levi shooting you a look of warning by returning it. It's best he knows you don't care for anyone's opinion let alone his.

"Permission to speak Commander?"

Your request is agreed to immediately with the wave of  Erwin's hand.

"It's my fault for not reminding Jean. I'll take the blame, I hadn't even told him the full story concerning me and Levi."

Levi doesn't enjoy your defense in the slightest. "I don't expect my wife to fling herself at other men and allow for them to snoop around gathering the details of our personal lives."

Scoffing you shield yourself with your arms over your chest.

"Oh dear husband. If you want to get personal do tell me where my family is?" It's an inside joke only Levi will be able to understand.

"If you call those people family your standards are disgustingly low."

"Maybe that explains why I settled for you."

Again, other's opinions are not at the forefront of your priority list. Regardless it's quite enjoyable pushing Levi further into a corner with that sentence. You see the internal struggle play out within him. Jaw clenched, hands balled together. He doesn't have an appropriate response

Jean bursts out unable to hold it in any longer, chest trembling with every quake of laughter that ripples through him you have to shove him with your elbow. For a Viscount his etiquette sure is nonexistent.

"My word, the two of you sound like..."

Levi stares at him most probably expecting something along the lines of "An old married couple."

But, no. It's nothing anyone in the room expects. That includes you.

"It's as if you're unhappy with each other..."

Not a noise is made after that. Jean isn't mistaken, your heart is miserable. You've never had many relationships to begin with, whether it be familial, romantic or platonic and for someone such as your husband to treat you the way he does - it feels futile having to navigate around the complexities. Even if he isn't really your husband it's disappointing to reflect on your marriage so suddenly.

Feeling your face droop a little you bite your bottom lip with your teeth. Hearing the truth from someone you barely expect to hear it from has an effect on you.

You're so caught up analyzing everything it takes you a minute to even register Levi grumbling and lunging forward pilfering the collar of Jean's shirt.

"Every day you prove to be more and more pathetic than I expect." Levi turns to look at you after that. His stare bores into you but he doesn't come off threatening, you assume his last remark is directed solely at Jean.

When he turns back only glaring at Jean now with even more tenacity than before. He's ready to snap but Erwin has clearly had enough of the unwanted altercation in his office.

"Enough. The both of you. This is most bothersome." At the Commander's orders Levi is silenced although it takes all of his resolve to do so.

Finally bothering you take a good look at Jean. He's calm in an incredibly out of character way.

Is this not the man who trembled in his boots the first time he and Levi came into contact? It's almost as if he seems pleased with himself for drawing out such a reaction from his Captain.

Erwin shuffles through stacks of paperwork on his desk. The man needs an assistant at this point. You doubt you could find anything in that haphazard pile. Edges of crumpled paper poke out uncomfortably and Erwin becomes increasingly annoyed when he can't locate what it is he's looking for.

Just as you're about to ask if he requires any assistance it seems he's found what he's been looking for, that's if his eyes are any indication of the relief he feels.

"This." He holds up the paper, all eyes in the room are trained on it. "Under normal circumstances would not have to become an option."

"But these aren't normal circumstances?" Jean's thoughtless question is irksome when the answer is so obviously staring him down in the face.

Nonetheless Erwin nods incapable of losing his cool over something so minor.

"Sign to confirm to my proposition."

The document he places onto the desk isn't what you imagine, you can practically feel the dread climb up your throat once you're done scanning it. Jean's full name placed right next to yours in bold lettering has your stomach lurching. You don't have to read the rest to understand the new circumstances you've landed into.

To make matters worse Erwin places two rings down right in front of the both of you.

A pot of boiling hot water is what you've been thrown in.

Are you supposed to be some sort of replacement for potatoes? What's Jean in this scenario? Carrots?

"It is troublesome to have the two of you put on an act to be involved with one another but I see it as our safest option." Erwin notices your parted lips and slacked jaw. "You need not worry this isn't a marriage contract, you're simply acting."

There's no path out of this pot, you and Jean will simply have to deal with the prospect of being boiled alive.

Ah, you forgot to mention who would act as the hot water but you're sure the suspect is obvious.

Even right now Levi's fury radiates off of him, it's unclear if he was given the details of the Commander's plan beforehand but if his furrowed brow and pursed lips are indicators of the truth he must have had no idea.

Your suspicions are confirmed to be correct once Levi reaches forward plucking the paper away, it just so happens he's snatched it away the very moment Jean leans in to get a closer look at it.

"I was never informed of this."

Erwin gives him a guarded smile. "Do you have any jurisdiction over what I think is best?" Is his freezing reply.

"Yes. When it concerns my wife and another man - Correction. I meant boy."

Jean's taken aback by the subtle jab and shamefacedly shoves his hands into his pockets.

You watch the scene go down with a perplexed look the entire time. Levi's frustration seems to be legitimate yet he has no logical reason for it to ever be present in the first place. Unless he has a plan which outperforms the one you've just been given he's doing this all for nothing.

"I assure you your wife is in safe hands so long as you stop interfering."

Levi's about to bark back until he catches your confusion. He's become aware of your tilted head and telling expression and only then does he silence himself permanently not before sighing deeply, muttering an expletive under his breath.

 "I’ll sign it.” That seems to be Jean’s indirect way of asking what your choice will be.

“I... will too.” Is your hesitant reply.

Levi only becomes avoidant after that. Half way through Erwin explaining how you and Jean have to look believable Levi just ups and leaves without a word. Perhaps you've hurt his pride but for what he's done to you it's a small price to pay and so you do nothing to make amends. He has no reason to feel uncomfortable, you aren't really his wife, you're essentially strangers. Does he even know your favourite colour? Your favourite food? Your favourite pastime?  

You doubt he does.

Jean and you are rather successful with your act. It feels pleasant having him brush your hair out of your face occasionally or lovingly place a hand on your forehead to check if you've come down with a fever. He laces his fingers with yours when others are around and when they aren't he lets the act go. It's satisfying having a cooperative partner.

Naturally Jean is still a tease, even now he makes the odd suggestive comment or two in passing but you can't say you hate it. In fact it excites you to think of a response that borders the edge of teasing and simple fun between friends.

The increasing openness between the two of you is enough for the cadets to deduce that he's most probably the noble man you wed in secrecy.

It's only been a few days since yours and Jean's newfound behaviour, thankfully you haven't been flooded with questions just yet. The higher ups sit nearby during breakfast, lunch and dinner keeping watch over the cadets. It leaves you able to eat and drink without having to handle the constant inquiring of your comrades.

However, you aren't as lucky today. A meeting's taking place and after yours and Jean's convincing act Erwin deems it safe enough to leave you unattended for a short while.

Of course it doesn't go according to plan because when you're involved when does anything ever go according to plan?

The cadets are flocked around your table at dinner as soon as they notice they've been left to their own devices. The opportunity to sit down without everyone invading your space is barely provided to you. Krista is sat to your right leaning into you rather animatedly, Annie has made herself at home sat across you which in itself is completely out of character and slightly unnerving, Annie never and you repeat never concerns herself with you.

"Why did you and Jean hide it?" Armin hovers over your shoulder as per usual. He can't be blamed for naturally being inquisitive and it does give you the opportunity to lay out the foundations of your plan. Now's your time to muster up one of your rehearsed responses.

"It would interfere with work." You respond immediately wanting to appear natural. Pondering on an answer for too long would raise suspicions.

Armin makes a sound of approval and shuffles into the seat next to Krista, that is until Ymir can be overheard telling him to move if he knows what's best for him.

"I have a question." Says a voice across the table, you don't have to look at the blonde parallel to you to know it's her.

For once Annie’s initiated a conversation with you, she’s not particularly great at keeping her intentions discreet. Maybe she doesn’t care if you can tell what she’s up to? But if that’s the case her plan isn’t all that foolproof, there's no way you're to let any details slip away.

Sharply inhaling waiting for what it is she has to say you find that her sentence never comes. Instead she shakes her head and murmurs a "Never mind.". You don't even have the time to ask her to stick around, she's already rose from her seat taking her unfinished plate of food with her, you let her go assuming she feels unwell.

"So how'd you two meet? Jean already told me earlier but I'd like to hear your side." Reiner's taken Annie's empty seat and his gaze is unwavering. The trap they've set up is a clever one. Surveying the hall for Bertholdt you know he has to be observing too. The two never operate alone.

You suddenly hate Reiner. For whatever reason he and his trio are endlessly obsessed with you, they've caught onto something that's for sure but you don't know what it is and now they've completely ensnared you with a backhanded trick. There's no way out of this, you have no idea what it is Jean said to Reiner, the chances of you providing the exact same answer are slim to none.

"My memory is really fuzzy, I don't think Jean gave off much of a first impression so I've forgot." Your horrible excuse doesn't fly by, everyone simultaneously narrows their eyes in disbelief. What you've said isn't convincing at all.

Husband and Wife yet you've forgot how the two of you met?

Fidgeting with the ring adorning your finger the cool metal isn't doing a great job at alleviating the pressure of the situation.

"Jean said the two of you hit it off almost instantly. Who's being dishonest?"

Reiner's either lying to catch you out or he's saying the God honest truth and right now all you can do is hope and pray for a miracle to sweep you off your feet. Mikasa and Jean still aren't within view. At this point you're hoping for Levi to save you, it doesn't matter how so long as you escape unscathed.

"Hey, I think we're just making her anxious with all the questions." Armin is quick to side with you, deep down you know he only does so due to the respect he holds for his Commander. You thank the Heaven's for Erwin's admirable smile and commendable leadership, it seems to be the only reason Armin believes you and Jean.

"Or she's lying." Reiner's resting his head in one of his palms, he's still boring holes right into your frame.

Your eye twitches, this is all unnecessary and uncalled for, whatever it is Reiner wants out of you it better be worthwhile.

He still eggs you on. "You walked out of the Captain's quarters. I saw you."

Standing up and leaning forward you plant your feet to the ground as firmly as you can you.

"And if she did what's it to you?"

Fighting the urge to sigh in relief you've never been happier to hear Jean's voice but something's off. His breathing sounds heavy - like he fought his way to get inside. Turning only then do you notice Mikasa standing by him. She looks equally as exhausted. There's been some sort of a struggle.

"You think it was funny getting Annie to guard the door?" He heaves and runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

"And you think hiding secrets from the rest of us is any better?" Reiner's adamant there's information that the both of you are hiding, he's not wrong but that doesn't change that he's challenging you unprovoked without a reasonable motive.

"We're hiding nothing." Unlike you Jean is sure of his words, he's confident speaking up and he seems to be able to pull off the role of a protective husband perfectly.

“I came out of the Captain’s quarters because he had access to hot water. He said I could use his shower. That’s all it was.”

Reiner quirks an eyebrow upwards and is pleased with your answer. God you’ve said something incriminating haven’t you? It's not incriminating per se but it's without doubt malleable and easy to twist.

“Jean, you were okay with your wife doing that at the dead of night?” Reiner's still leading the interrogation.

“I was the one who suggested it.”

“I don’t believe you’re a couple." If it were Reiner who said that you wouldn't care much, after all it's pretty clear he never believed it but to your displeasure it isn't him who's spoken. Ymir's lopsided grin is all knowing and you're beginning to lose your footing in this argument any second now if any more people start to side against you.

If Ymir disagrees that almost certainly means Krista has her qualms about you too, you've observed beforehand that Ymir tends to speak for Krista on occasion. This happens to be one of those times.

Krista timidly raises her hand and Ymir gives her an approving nod encouraging her to speak.

"I don't like the conflict going on but it is suspicious..."

"Why have I only ever seen you two hold hands?" She asks.

Ymir slings her arm over Krista's shoulder affectionately. "Yeah, I tell Krista I'll marry her every day of the week."

Mikasa mumbles something unintelligible, Ymir gives her a look of warning but Mikasa doesn't seem to care. Instead she repeats what she has to say loud and clear.

"Stick to only speaking when Krista is involved."

Krista holds Ymir by her arm so she doesn't get up, she knows how she gets when she's been provoked. Even if Krista has her suspicions it isn't worth Ymir gaining a permanent penalty point on her record.

Thankfully Armin cuts in. "There's no solid evidence to show they're lying and even if they are the Commander's most probably told them to. Don't you think there's a reason? Leave it be if that's the case. I trust him with our lives."

"We have a right to know." Annie's returned and insists to keep this back and forth going.

Just as you're about to fire back Jean takes a hold of your waist, you look down and seeing his large hands planted securely around your frame has your stomach bubbling with anticipation.

"What are you— "

And then he kisses you, he doesn't ask and instinctively your arms move to whack his chest but you stop yourself in time. You realize it's for the sake of your plan not falling through and so you gently place your hands on his shoulders attempting to ground yourself. It becomes increasingly difficult when you sink deeper into the kiss than you'd like to admit. Blood rushes to the tips of your ears and the thumping of your heartbeat makes it difficult to articulate any thoughts, all you really know is that you like this, whatever this is.

Jean's hands don't feel like they were made to rest against your back, they feel slightly out of place as if he's a key and you're an unmatched lock. In spite of that the circles he comfortingly rubs into the sides of your waist are appreciated, you almost forget you're in a room full of people until you're flooded by cold air.

You've been dragged off of Jean and something in the pit of your stomach has you wishing Levi isn't responsible for the interruption.

To your relief it's just Hange, they're glowing in mischief, the grin on their face shows they aren't mad. They might even find this entertaining.

"Well I be damned... maybe they weren't bluffing?" Connie's been persuaded by the looks of it and Krista's busy whispering to Ymir, you hear the faint sound of the word "Romantic" escape her lips, she's equally as convinced as Connie.

Hange smacks your back light-heartedly and looks to the door for a second. "We leave ya' both for a while and you decide to give everyone a show?"

Erwin's stood by the doorway with a humorous smile playing at his lips, Levi however is anything but amused, he glares at you with murderous eyes, he looks like he's ready to end your life then and there but you know he won't dare do so and for a second you feel braver than you ever have before. Without much thought you grab onto Jean's forearm.

"Me and my husband will get going now!" You allow your gaze to loiter when you get to Reiner. He grunts an apology and you're oh so tempted to ask him to repeat himself but you'd rather not instigate anything.

With that said and done you and Jean leave after giving the performance of your lives.

Slowly but gradually the sky outside becomes dark.

The will to sleep left your body long ago. It's by pure luck that you even manage to catch three hours of rest. Training is the only available distraction and dying out in battle isn't favourable by any means, your boredom may as well be used resourcefully - Strapping yourself up in your ODM gear is the best option.

A quarter way through your warm up you can sense a presence behind you, the leaves rustle and the wind feels noticeably quieter. You'd bother to turn around to see who's intruded but Levi's snuck close enough for you to be able to smell his perfume from where you're stood.

"Feel disrespected? Embarrassed even?" You jab at him knowing it'll rile him up, you don't face him not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing your face.

"Watch your mouth." he warns sharply.

Rolling your eyes you go about your business, it stays that way for a few minutes. All the while Levi stares at you darting from tree to tree, his scrutinizing gaze scalding you repeatedly.

"Y/N!" He yells at the top of his lungs.

For some unknown reason you automatically stop and lower yourself to the ground

"I have something to tell you." Comes his tense follow up. A finger of his latches onto one of the leather straps on your back.

You can't believe he's still denying the undeniable.

"You can wait till tomorrow. I'll be going to bed."

Levi doesn't seem to care for your cold response and proceeds with no warning.

"I'm jealous." His voice shakes. The grip he has on your harness doesn't let up. With your back turned to him you're still somehow able to detect the very obvious crack of pain.

Levi, jealous?

Gritting your teeth together you feel deceived.

How much longer will you have to tolerate Levi's push and pull?

“May I ask, what he is to you, my love?”

Your breathing grows heavy, tensing up you're completely shocked by the term of endearment that falls from his lips. You haven't heard it for so long, Levi sounds eerily different.

You hate to admit it but a flicker of foolish hope lights in your chest.

"Levi why would you ask— "

"Why don't you call me Lev anymore?" He whispers sounding strangled. You can't take it anymore and hesitantly look his way.

His eyes are filled with tears "I'm sorry my love, I don't know what went wrong." you falter for a second not knowing what to think.

At that moment the flicker becomes a flame.

The man who stands right before you is meant to be dead, never to be seen again. By all accounts this should be impossible, but Lev has always been a fighter.

Bitterness stings your heart, the wounds you've collected are still fresh but despite your body's protests you don't flinch when he gently takes a hold of your wrist, bringing it closer to his mouth.

"Lev...? Is that really you...?" You ask desperately.

The warm kiss he presses against your pulse point provides you with the answer you've been longing for.

[is-nini]

Genshin impact x reader

Episode: 1

Title: Being sucked in

A/n: I'm not sure how long this.. story will take but i will try my best to keep it entertaining.. this story is about you, being sucked into genshin world, this is part 1.. please enjoy. Leave a comment or suggestion.. possible love interest for now will be : Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao, Beidou, Ningguang.

Today is another normal day, nothing is really out of the ordinary, the sky is a little bit cloudy but you don't mind, you think that the wind blowing against your hair is very nice as you walk towards your school. You walked inside, stopping Infront of the locker to the entrance to fix your stuff and take your schedule until you felt a presence beside you.

"oh, hello sidia".

You greets one of your sleepy friend, she just let's out a 'hmm' and a nod while looking through her locker, not even giving you an eye contact. sidia has always been like this, she never really made an eye contact towards you but she still shows that she has some of her attention towards you.

"good morning".

Your other friend, Chelz Lee, let's out a mutter to the both of you, Chelz is more talkative then Sidia, you met them maybe a couple of years ago. they're a very talented artist and are a very interesting friends to be around with.

"what's up guys".

You too greet them without looking at their eye, you take your books out and proceed to take a peak at Sidia's schedule.

"oh? Mathematics on the first hour? Goodluck".

You snicker and slap her shoulder a little bit, she stares at you uninterestedly with her sleepy eye and started to walk away, letting you stare at her black low ponytail hair.

You giggle and take a peak at Chelz's schedule. Art. her first lesson for today seems fun you thought sighing at the sight of your first schedule that reads 'science'.

Chelz already went half way to catching up to Sidia before she looks back at you as if asking you to join them and you did. You jog towards her, taking her hand and started to jog towards Sidia either.

"how are you both?".

You ask them both while fixing the books on your hand and looking at your shoes to check the lace.

"depressed".

Sidia answered, you make a 'uhuh' sound feeling used to her answers. Chelz stroke her short wavy black bangs out of her eyes and use her black glasses and start to read her novel. Her black short hair blows a little because of the wind.

"fine".

She answered you, yawning and stretching her arms out beside her. You and the rest of your friend said goodbye to eachother and proceed to go to your different ways.

You went inside your class. As usual people are in teams, some are in teams for fun, some are in teams for checking today's lesson.

You take a one seat beside the window and wait for the teacher to come inside the classroom.

The lesson went on as usual, smoothly even, you did your homework andd the score that you got on yesterday's test is not bad, B is not a bad grade. You take out your binder and put the paper's that you got in to the binder.

Going home is the best thing about the day. You and Chelz are chatting away about until you guys cane across a gaming store.

"ou? A gaming store".

Sidia said, catching yours and Chelz attention. Chelz look at that place very seriously, squinting her eye.

"...since when is there a gaming store here- y/n!".

She was very suspicious of this place, she doesn't remember any gaming store around here... And if there is one opening soon it should be the talk of the school. in short Chelz was suspicious but you, being a gaming enthusiast decided to check it out, thinking maybe they have a good and cheap open world game.

"... She's crazy".

Sidia chuckled. She took Chelz arm, snapping her out of her suspicious state and drag her towards the gaming store.

"yo- sidia i don't wanna die".

"well i do. So let's go".

And with that the both of them followed you in.

The store looks very cool.. it's like you're in a different world. The ceiling's wallpaper is made out of galaxy like drawing and the light bulb was covered with another ball that is drawn to match with the different planets on the solar system.

"welcome to the store how may i help you".

A girl that looks like in her mid 20 greets the both of you, she have short black hair and a green uniform and a little pin on the breast part of her uniform spell out 'katheryne'. Which you assume was her name.

"hello! I was wondering do you have any open world game?".

You instantly ask her, not caring about the suspicious store, you don't even care about the insides of the place. You just wanted to play a open world game that's full of interesting stuff. The girl name katheryne hums in understanding and goes behind the table to look for a game you requested. Chelz grabs your hand and shout whisper to you.

"this place is creepy y/n. Let's get out of here".

Chelz scold you, you sigh and looks at her calmly shaking your head no.

"it's fine, were fine, what's the worst thing that could happen?".

You whisper back with a lighter tone. Really you don't care if this place comes out of nowhere you just want your game, you're smiling stupidly while waiting for the girl.

"anywayyy if anything happened, Sidia is here, she'll be able to protect us using her fighting style knowledge thingy".

Sidia scoffed and fold her arms, looking at you as if you're crazy.

"i will leave you alone and save myself".

You laugh and was about to slap her back when she holds your hand and rolls her eyes at you.

"such a tsun tsun".

You laugh out, she slowly and gently let your hand away. From the corner of your eye you can see katheryne walking towards the counter. You immediately jump and went towards her.

"this is the only open world game that i found".

She said, you look at the weird japanese like word, assuming it was the title you try to read what is said.. you don't understand it but the design was cool though.

"this is a open world game called genshin impact. I will not spoil the story but i think this game might be the game you're looking for".

Her confidence is seeping in on your game needy state so you decided to purchase it, not thinking twice. Sidia face palm while Chelz just sigh, feeling tired of your hot headed act.

"it will be 2$".

You felt giddy, you can't help it. It's cheap and is a open world game, that is a steal. After taking your stuff, the both of your friend immediately pull you away from the store.

"okay y/n. You got what you need, that place is sus i tell ya".

Sidia said, Chelz nods her head and fix her black glasses, she stare at you while furrowing her eyebrows.

"you gotta stop doing reckless thing. Who knows what that place is".

You sigh and nod, rolling your eye. You giggle anyway and put the game in front of you.

"i know.. but were safe! I wanna try and play it when i get home".

Sidia and Chelz just sigh, what can they do anyway. On the way home you and your friends goes on your own separate way as usual, you jog towards your home, feeling giddy to play the new game.

You take a bath, and goes straight to your computer, opening the plastic wrapper on the game. You insert the disc and started to wait for the loading screen.

And oh gosh.. isn't it pretty, the cutscene the art. Everything. So the game basically tells you about the story of two traveller, who was travelling from world to world until suddenly a mysterious god appears, took one of the twins and take away the other twins power, and now you're playing as the twin who was looking for their missing sister.

You look at the wishing button, tempted to wish for a character, you decided to pull. Expecting a cool banner of the current character instead, you're greets by a white screen.

"hm.. should i restart it?".

You mumble to yourself, nodding in agreement at your words, you close the disc and pulls out the game from your computer. You take a nearby wipe and wipe the back disc gently and then put it back in on the computer.

The game is launching when suddenly you felt a huge and sudden headache comes over you.

"ugh-!".

You groan, gosh.. maybe it's because you have been staring at the screen for too long.. you thinks as a bumping headache keeps going at you.

While waiting for the game you decided to lay back a bit, rest your eyes and head.. this headache is not going away anytime soon if you keep waiting and staring at the screen.

Before you reach the bed, your body stumble forward and fall on to the floor, cannot control any part of your body you close your eyes and your mind went blank.

A darkness is all that you see.. a darkness is all that you're in.. you remember that the last time you are in your bedroom, playing genshin until a huge headache wave over you. Now that you're sense's is back something felt wrong.. you can tell you are laying on something.. it's not comfy but it's still felt quite nice.

You opened your eye slowly and look around the place, groaning as you stare at the half blue and half white wall. You look at your bed and this bed looks like one of the hospital bed..... Wait hospital bed?! You instantly look around frantically where the heck are you?!

"oh you're awake!".

A gentle calm voice echoed throughout the room. That voice sounds familiar.. you turn around and saw a girl with a nurse hat and a white dress, her cream coloured hair is put in a ponytail... Barbara?!.

You stare at her unbelievably. Act cool.. act like.. like a human.. yeah!. You think to yourself. You know this girl.. this girl is the free 4 star character that you'll get once you reach a certain level. Okay y/n.. play it cool.. just act like you don't know this place.

"why.. am i here?".

You look at the girl, she seems nervous to be around you ... Which is normal maybe. She walked beside you and take a cup of empty glass beside you and pour a pitcher full of water inside the glass half full and then take them, offering the glass to you.

"you're in Mondstat.. the land of freedom.."

A/n; GOD I'm so sorry it took a long time, i hope the 'cliffhanger' makes sense...? But! Thankyou for reading! I am working on part 2 so more will be incoming!!!