#save me capn

[noiseemaster]

hi i dont know ifbpeople like actually Care or want this but ummn bb !!!!!!!!!!!! i made aummmm sweet mc skin a while vack and i keep forgetting to like . post it and oh my god theres a fucking fly in my room hold on . ok ummmmm whayever . ny ass is NOT!!!! a professional ok i dont make mc skjns often thisbis only like my 5yj ever i think . um nnm thats like it i think . stuff under the cut . if you want it

i tried making the other 2 but its actually really really hard ok i hate their dumb oval heads .

side note . i Do Not Know if itll save right from here but it should i think ?

slim arms

thick

no suspendgders version :333

thick arms

thin

^^if it doesnt work i think you can just go onto any skin stealing website and type in noisemaster ok ? that should work i think

[the-clay-quarters]

Woe, 1000 blorbo refs upon ye

I've been making these reference boards for all the ocs I've been drawing! Everyone I've shown them to so far thought they were neat, so I figured I'd share them here too :3 They're fun to make and also really useful for me personally, otherwise I'd just keep swapping between tumblr tabs </3

I put these together in pureref, which is made for stuff like this and works wonderfully imo! It does all the resizing and aligning easily, so the only "work" is grabbing the images and rearranging them. It also saves the actual files as vector images I think, so you can zoom in super close in the program and not lose any details. ..okay I'm done, # not sponsored

Anyway, if anyone's interested, I have both the pngs and the pureref files in a gdrive! I already have most of my pc backing up there, so I might as well share this folder :3 Since this is literally a live backup of my main folder, it'll also update whenever I change these or make new ones yippee

Pings for everyone under the cut again!

@thedeafprophet 's Aurora

@gmalaart 's Cavendish

@capn-twitchery 's Grace

@waterlogged-detective 's Doe

@viric-dreams 's Ockham

@house-of-mirrors 's Orsino

@violant-apologia 's Apologist

@the-masterless-press 's Mathilde

@anomaly-beans 's Merry

@msbeanfl 's Ms Bean

@lord-emerson 's Oswald

@pacmanthepeach 's Raz

@peliginspeaks 's Hallowrove

@cosmogone-spectacles 's Oversol

@zeebreezin 's Shaw

@neathyingenue 's Silvia

@dualclock 's Scrimshander

[sirbarnb]

Deadpool and Wolverine Review

2 reviews in one night. I kinda forgot y'all existed

Anyway; Deadpool and Wolverine slapped... Bye *Blasts NSYNC*

Na but let's break the writing down. I am a writer and I feel i don't do 'writing reviews' even tho I'm meant to. So here we go

Deadpool's arc feels generic. But we've never seen Deadpool really stirpped down like this before, and I like that. He's lowkey way over his head in this movie. He's rusty from all those years of none Deadpool-ing. He sells fucking Hondas. And I think they noncalantly put that rustiness in throughout the movie and I have huge respect for that. Deadpool just wants to be a hero. But he was looking at it all wrong. He told himself he needs to be seen to be a hero. Which you don't. You just need to feel like one, and be told it by people who's opinions you care about. And I think that's the theme. Self-belief that what you do is correct. He went from selling cars with Peter. 10 minutes later, he's saving his entire Universe. Then an hour later, he's saving the fucking multiverse.

One aspect of his character that no one has somehow picked up on is his carelessness of people of other Universes. He pinned insults Johnny Storm said to Cassandra to get him killed, because he felt like it. He repeatably lied to Wolverine because he wasn't HIS Wolverine. If he doesn't work out, just get another one. But he also realises, that he can't. He doesn't have time to find a new Wolvie. The Void resistance team he never really cared about. Because he didn't know them, they don't even exist in his Universe enough for him to care. And I think this is also a part of the movies message to big wig companies that keep making Multiverse movies. That we don't fucking care about other Universe characters, they die. Oh no, anyway. It was just fan castings that lasted 2 fucking seconds. We want Plot, we want characters journeys. We want to get to know these characters. We want to know why they are who the are. What their end goal is. Why they are even in that moment. What is next for them. What they go through whilst we're with them. To then feel something at the end. But we don't get that at all, in any Multiverse movies. Except Spiderverse and No Way Home. Which is why those movies worked! We got to know them/already knew em. We knew what to expect, what their goals were. Johnny Storm was murdered... Okay, we saw him fight for 2 seconds, expecting him to be Capn' America. Then he was alive for another 2 minutes. Then dead. NEXT

Anyway moving on to Wolvie. Many people have reminded me this is a rehash of Logan. And I can't say I disagree. A drunk, regretful Wolverine. Is forced to save someone or something. And has to refind that Wolverine rage to save people... But you look deeper. And that's not what Deadpool and Wolverine are trying to do. This isn't a one-up to Logan. This is a one-down.

Think about it. This Wolverine is "the worst one". He abandoned the only people he loved and wanted to be around. Because he had to keep up this facade of not wanting to be with them. Logan's Wolverine, he had experienced all of that previously. He has felt loved, he has felt happy. And he got it ripped from him. This Wolverine we saw, he caused his own downfall. He deserves this life. He deserves to rot in his piss and shit and be chastised by everyone who comes across him. He's a fucking failure of a hero. Logan was THE fucking hero. Wolverine's Arc in this movie was starting over again. Learning to pick yourself back up to help someone else who is about to lose what he lost by being who he is now. Realising that ye, maybe he isn't the right person for the job. But what if, for once. He fucking is. What if he becomes that Wolverine everyone relies on. That Wolverine that picks up from Logan's legacy. The man who finds his purpose once again, thanks to this new lifeline he was given. Which is why Wolverine's ending was so good. Deadpool welcomed him into his circle. A group of new people. New characters he can learn new lessons from. Rather than being stuck with his old lessons he kept reteaching himself to make him hate his own self more.

Paradox, fuck knows what he was doing. He wasn't really important at the end of the day. But the writers wanted him to be seen as a buffoon with all the power. The guy who wanted lives to be ended quickly. Without realising that 1000 years into the future. Humanity, will probably be fucking dead

Cassandra Nova (smash). I liked her. She didn't really have an Arc. She was a sociopath. Feeling like she's in the shadow of her twin brother that she never really even knew. She never felt like getting to know. So she had no idea that he would actually save her, and love her like a sister. She served the movie well. And she was written for the plot

[aslanaisacutiepie]

YOUR SO BESUTIFULLLLLLLLL I LOVE YOUUYUYYY

AUAGAAHAGAHGHAG ALL THE C0MPL1MENTS T0DAY 1M MELT1NG W1FE SAVE ME @capn-liz

[Pt:AUGH ALL THE COMPLIMENTS TODAY IM MELTING WIFE SAVE ME]

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Haha, she would probably love it though. Steve start pissing her off and she just commands him to cut it out.

Hahahah I love the sound of Steve pissing her off😂😂 there's a weight to it. My question is, in normal circumstances, what could be the things Steve can piss his omega off? I want to see that funny mischievous side of Alpha where he can poke her and gets a reaction out of her. 😂😂😍😍😍

Like, she’d find a damp towel on the bed, dirty clothes hanging out of the hamper. Dishes in the sink.

When he leaves the shower a mess! At first, she assumes he is too tired, but it's actually cause he has missed her and wants to go sneaky cuddle up to her.

Which she is all "Awww" But after a while she is done trying to clean it up after him cause Steve is in too much of a rush. She definitely is like "Nope, go finish cleaning up and then come find me." after a while of that happening.

Cause later never comes when he says he will do it later.

Steve also likes to play hero with her cereal. Little One has a deep fondness for peanut butter capn crunch and it mysteriously disappears on her. She finally caught Steve sprinkling it out to the birds on the deck, which made her go 😡 even though he claimed it was all stale.

BUT he has a fresh box just for her. She now suspects he left her cereal open so he can buy her a new box and save the day.

On occasion, her clothes come up missing. Nowhere to be found. So she has to wear some of Steve's, which let's be honest, she actually doesn't mind. Even if they all look way to big on her. Steve never knows where they went, but she looks better in his anyways.

They always seem to turn up eventually when she actually needs them.

The Alpha himself seems to always find wild treasures for his Little Wolf on whatever trail they are exploring, its like these items magically appear for her and will never take credit for it after Steve and Little One are discussing it later in the nest. Driving her a bit crazy that he claims it was just luck they happened across it instead of letting her thank him. She has to get creative in how she shows him her appreciation.

Steve will neither deny nor confirm any of these accusations though. Just grins and shrugs it off.

[ripplefields]

For the ask game thing I’m sending you scc for characters

NORMAL TIME

ask game

favorite thing about them: is it cheating to say everything . i've said it countless times, their dynamic, their designs, the way they work so perfectly as introductions to the people and feel of the cyber world after queen, their music, their personalities, the small things like them having favorite genres, connections with people all around the dark world like queen and spamton, the fact they're ROBOTS . what more do you want me to say . they're the sweet capn cakes . that's my favorite thing

least favorite thing: MORE SCREENTIME !!!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO SEE THEM MORE IN LATER CHAPTERS !!!!! I KNOW WE TECHNICALLY ARE BUT ONLY 2 OUT OF 3 MEMBERS ARE CONFIRMED TO SHOW UP !!!!!! WHERE IS CAPN TOBY !!!!!!!!

favorite line: "now, all we gotta do is follow the blue prints, right?"

"it'll be our big time break!!"

"yeah!! haha!! it's gonna break apart!! big time!!"

brOTP: i kinda have individual ones but i think my biggest one is k_k and swatch, they're chill :]

OTP: look at my blog and ask me that again (polyscc)

nOTP: any ship with scc paired with anyone but each other, i just genuinely cannot see them working with anyone as well as they work with each other

random headcanon: they LOVE giving little small things and trinkets they found in the trash zone to each other, whether it's a full thrown out item like a cd or walkman, or a piece of plastic broken somewhat in the shape of a heart, they always love collecting and receiving them

unpopular opinion: cyber battle is a good battle theme oh my god people hold it to SUCH a high standard like just because it's not big shot or aotkq its immediately a bad song . it's SUPPOSED to be fun and upbeat scc are fun and upbeat characters . having an intense boss theme would make the tone of the fight extremely confusing .

song i associate with them: GOD SAVE THE MUSIC - Wienners

favorite image of them: god i love all of the art we've gotten from nelnal equally but .

this one holds a very very dear place in my heart

[viric-dreams]

@capn-twitchery

THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME FROM LIMPING BACK TO LONDON. I was about to do that.

[badbooksandbear]

Chapter 1

Alright, so—

Wait wait wait. Before I really get into this, I think I need to let you know I’ll be writing EXACT PHRASING FROM THE BOOK in all caps just like that, because lemme tell ya, there are some gems

Alright, so there’s this bitch Nick Falsen. So Nicky-boy here hates cats. Haaaaates them. They killed his mother or something. Or they could have. But for real tho, cats got him fired from his job as a space guy. Even tho he saved his captain from drifting out into space and gave him his air tank and probably got brain damage from it and everything. But nooooo, they kicked him out of space club and everybody hated him so bad that good ol’ capn’ saved-ass was able to talk them down from any number of horrible deaths and simply marooned him on a planet called Antares VI, which I do not give a shit about except that it’s not even colonized, so you know Nicky-boo is in for a tough time. He’s pretty much going to die anyway so fuck it, amirite?

So guy is narrating in his head about all this bee ess and makes sure to mention the Mannschenn Drive (hey, that was on the back cover of the book!), which I suspect might be important somehow… but anyway, blah blah blah a bunch of never-again-mentioned spaceship stuff and then they’re pulling up to the place where Nickles will be stuffed into a sack and thrown out the window, and the whole time he’s all moody and broody and “oh I could break out of here if I really wanted to it’d be so easy” but of course he doesn’t do that because he’ll obviously get immediately shot by two chiefs sporting PROJECTILE PISTOLS, OLD-FASHIONED WEAPONS, OUTMODED BLUNDERBUSSES FIRING METAL SLUGS and Ni-ni “knows what kind of metal” they’re made out of (silver, it’s silver, of course it’s silver, the goddamn cover talks about space werewolves) and he’d rather die of starvation and dehydration on an uninhabited planet than suicide by cop

Anyway he takes up what precious little time I have in this world to name and rank every single insignificant person he passes on his way to the boat and the ship’s cat Minnie (see I told you, he even tells us the name of a cat we’ll never see again!) she spits on him as he’s leaving because cat racism against werewolf men is a space-world problem I guess

So duder talks about how he’s a priiiiisoner on this boat and they’re even pointing pistols at him— ok wait, hold on, no, look, a pistol and a blunderbuss are hell and far gone from being remotely close to the same thing except they fire projectiles, but hey, I’m gonna keep imagining that these future space-men are making this dude walk the space-plank while wielding 17th century firearms that take half a minute to reload after a single shot

Anyway, nobody wants to talk to dead meat because why would you, and he’s all like “weeeh you could’ve given me some provisions or something weeeh” and they threaten to shoot his ass for getting lippy, and oh, did I forget to mention he was in shackles? I didn’t, but he did! Bitch waits until the last second to mention he’s been clapped in irons, come on man, that’s important stuff

So the Baha Men start playing and they kick Nickerino into a huge puddle of mud, jeer at him, and fly away, spotlighting him to blindness as a final fuck-you. Dude is ankle deep in mud wearing motherfucking shorts and sneakers and swearing up a storm until he realizes that’s not gonna get him unbanished and just kinda says fuck it I guess

So this pathetic wet cat (werewolf) of a man (alleged werewolf, actually) brushes his pale blond hair out of his currently useless eyes and tries to survey the area, which is pointless, because his night vision’s currently shot to shit

Bitchy Nicky McGee’s eyes eventually adjust to the gloom and the horizon is pretty much a straight black line. Because it’s nighttime. It’s cold and rainy and muddy and dark and this idiot is still in shorts because they’re comfy and easy to wear, and he’s like, “that motherfucker just would strand me on a muddy little island in the middle of a garbage planet, he totally would” but then he gets over it and TRIED TO REMEMBER ALL THAT HE HAD EVER READ like Mary-fucking-Bennet over here to see if there’s anything he knows about like, navigation and this particular planet and shit, but maybe not because who pays attention to that it’s not like it’s important or anything, and kind of remembers that the middle of the planet is all swamp or some shit like that

Nickles the Echidna sight/smell/hear/taste/touches the air around him and there’s like… smoke? There’s smoke. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, and where there’s fire, well. Time to go. So he trudges through the swamp getting mud in his shoes while the rain makes his clothing stick to him but not in a sexy wet t-shirt contest kinda way, in a pathetic wet cat (werewolf) kinda way, and he thinks to himself, “oh! I should inventory my pockets” as if he didn’t know what was in his pockets? I’m surprised the space executioners didn’t do a pat-down since they were so very intent on not letting him have anything useful when they threw Nicks in the garbage

He finds out that he’s got A LARGE POCKETKNIFE OF THE TYPE FAVORED BY THE SPACEMEN OF HIS ERA (come on man why did you say it like that it’s so fuckin’ awkward) and it’s basically a Swiss army knife. There’s also a lighter and a wet pack of cigarettes. Useful! He marches forward, ready willing, and able to cut and/or punch out a bitch if necessary

So now there’s a hill with trees and shit and VEGETABLE GROWTH OF SOME KIND— very descriptive— and he smelled smells. They were promising smells, but not food smells. He could never forget that smell. It was a smelly smell that smelled… smelly. (woman, he smelled a woman) (because werewolf nose) and HE HAD FALLEN LOW—BUT NOT THAT LOW. YET. oh my god dude what does that even mean you are killing me here

So now it’s time to be sneaky. Gonna sneak sneak sneak around that hill and sneak sneak sneak up on the sleeping lady and realize that, geez, he’s sure been lonely lately hasn’t hhh—oh my god no what are you doing don’t do that you jackass

So Pervy McNickerson here tries to be cautious because the sleeping lady could potentially be “armed” and he doesn’t want to “startle her” because he’s such a good guy like that (and it’s not weird or anything that the smell of a woman would make him remember that he had a dick or anything like that) ANYWAY so there’s this cave right (oh god the innuendo is so bad it hurts)

For real tho, she’s camping out in kind of a fissure inside of a hill. And of course. He enters the cave. Without permission. So he sees her things and decides to go through her clothes—

I fucking hate this I hate it I hate it I—

And they’re similar to his from when he was a space guy, except these are for a— I shit you not— a catering officer because they get uniforms too, but this one has an animal stitched into it because guess what ya girl worked for the Dog Star Line ain’t that just a kick in the teeth, wolfboy

But now wolfboy is cooold so he tiptoes to the fire but aaaw shiiit it’s twig time baybee!

Step on a twig, girl’ll flip her lid

Then suddenly: NAKED WOMAN leaps out of her little huddle of blankets and she goes straight for the motherfuckin’ eyes as is her right, but ol’ long arms does that thing with his long arms where he holds her far enough away that she can swing and swing and swing and never hit him, because this is now a cartoon apparently

I do not want to tell you that Nick Dickleson intruded upon a sleeping naked woman and grappled with her, but those are the literal words. I will not write the literal words. They are not what you are thinking, but are written in a way that might sound like what you are thinking, and I don’t like it. All you need to know is that he flinched from the withering look she gave him but then he’s all like “bark bark, dog don’t eat dog, bark bark bark” and she calmed down? Because guess what motherfuckers—

No wait, I can’t tell you that yet

Yes, I’ve already read this book before, and I can’t tell you that yet it’ll spoil the surprise

A N Y W A Y

(oh jesus I just read ahead)

ANYWAY TAKE TWO

He gives her the ol’ up and down and “her flesh gleamed with a shimmering insubstantiality” whatever the fuck that means, but, cough, SHE COULD ALMOST HAVE PASSED FOR HIS SISTER oh please oh please it has been a while since I read this but please don’t let them fuck that’s eugh!

I… I don’t want to describe how she sees her but I must. Here’s a list:

prominent nose

short chin

thin vividly red lips

dark hair that is everywhere

no really he goes on about a happy trail that goes all the way to her belly button

small breasts

BELOW THE LEFT ONE WAS A THIRD, RUDIMENTARY NIPPLE

Jesus fucking christ

So anyway besides all that stuff she’s beautiful (what a dick) and she’s got a savage animal vitality that aroused him you keep that dick right where it is mister

She’s all like “who are you wolfboy, where you from” and he tells her his stupid name and tells her about his stupid job and the stupid ship where he did his stupid job and then told her all about how his stupid shipmates kicked him out and—

“Why didn’t they just kill you?”

Damn girl, go straight for the throat

As it turns out, our girl here has been marooned for sixteen weeks already, and before she became a maroonee she was DOG STAR LINE. PURSER. CATERING OFFICER AND MAID-OF-ALL-WORK ABOARD THE GOOD SHIP BEAGLE, as if that isn’t a little too on the nose, and she’s now all like “how come I didn’t hear your ship come in, that shit is loud as hell” and he’s like “oh it was, y’know, way over there, you probably never heard it before” like some kinda goddamn snob, sure ok man. She then proceeds to be severely catty about his fit ‘cause dude is trying to rock the “SOAKING WET WITH MUD UP TO YOUR ARSE” look and it ain’t working, but yeah, why didn’t you just take off your clothes to keep them out of the mud Pnicky? Why didn’t you do that? Huh?

Well she’s tired of looking at you all wet and pathetic like that, and she’s a catering officer so clearly she has to feed you, but you can’t come to the table like that all SOAKING WET WITH MUD UP TO YOUR ARSE like that, so just take ‘em off and I’ll getchu a tin of beef stew and—

Look, I don’t like where this is going, you don’t like where this is going, but go there we must. Commit to the bit

N.Falsies gets nekkid and warms up under the blankets like she tells him to, and when she comes back with some food I cannot for the life of me stop hearing Love Delicatessen playing in the back of my head. Needless to say, the food does not get eaten, my greatest fears are realized, and they do teh angery smex, but, y’know, all quick ’n’ dirty. THERE HAD BEEN NO FOREPLAY; THERE WAS NO AFTERPLAY, and they fell asleep like the tangled pile of pantyhose you ran through the washer without a delicates bag

And that was Chapter 1

Intro | Chapter 1 | 2

[pesterloglog]

Jane Crocker, Jake English, Gamzee Makara

Candy, page 30

JANE: Do you need something?

JAKE: Well... i have some terrible news i’m afraid.

JANE: What is it, Jake? I’m rather occupied at the moment.

JAKE: Im awfully sorry to bother you but its very important dear.

JANE: Is something the matter with Tavros?

JAKE: No... eh heh you might want to come with me to our quarters for this one.

JANE: ...As I said, I’m a bit busy right now.

JAKE: W-well I just thought. Maybe its best if you s-sit down for this one. My dear.

JAKE: My delectable honey bunches of oats.

JAKE: The jolly ole capn of my crunch.

JAKE: M-m-my lovely wife whom i love so much.

JANE: My goodness, Jake! What do you want? Can’t you see I’m right in the middle of something?! Just spit it out already!

JAKE: I...

JAKE: Well you see...

JAKE: I guess ill come right out and say it then.

JAKE: I just got news that your father has passed jane. Im so sorry.

JANE: An unfortunate incident, but it’s no matter.

JANE: I’ll simply revive him, and then make sure he’s assigned a security detail.

JANE: Have his body brought here as quickly as possible.

JAKE: I...

JAKE: Im afraid that wont be possible honey.

JAKE: Theres no body for you to revive at all.

JANE: What?

JANE: What... what happened?

JAKE: It... word from the secret service is that it was one of karkats assassins.

JAKE: The target was the human president.

JAKE: He uhhh. Your father that is...

JAKE: He jumped in the way and took the shot.

JAKE: The president is safe.

JAKE: Your dad saved his life.

JANE: I...

JANE: I don’t understand.

JANE: What happened to his body?

JANE: Did Karkat’s rebels abduct him?

JAKE: Er... no.

JAKE: The shot he took was from the barrel of a rocket launcher.

JAKE: Im afraid the assault blew him straight to bits. Theres hardly anything left...

JANE: W... what...

JAKE: Luckily the president was barely harmed as your old man took the full brunt.

JAKE: As far as i know the only harm to him was having his full lustrous mustache burned clean off his face.

JAKE: Its... its a friggin tragedy... :’(

JAKE: (Sniffle.)

JANE: P... please tell me you’re joking.

JANE: Jake, tell me this is just a prank.

JAKE: Im... im afraid not jane.

JAKE: Im so sorry.

JANE: UGH!

JANE: That... that fool!!

JANE: I can’t believe that he would do this!

JANE: How could he do this to me!?!

JAKE: Janey...

JANE: The human president could be anyone!

JANE: My dad can’t be anyone but him!

JANE: I don’t... no...

JAKE: Shhhh. Shhhh. Everythings going to be ok.

JANE: God. I can’t believe he...

JANE: Oh, but of course I can.

JANE: He’s always been...

JANE: Always been so infuriatingly good.

JANE: God, how stupid.

JANE: This is so stupid. I’m so stupid. How could I put him in such a dangerous position?

JANE: Chief of staff?! Anyone could have done that job! Why did I tell him to... my own father... I—

JAKE: Shhh. Janey. You did nothing wrong.

JAKE: Nothing wrong at all.

JAKE: You never have.

JAKE: I love you jane. We all do.

JAKE: I-isnt that right gamzee?

GAMZEE: yEaH mAnG :o)

GAMZEE: We AlL aNd GoT pLeNtY oF lOvE uP iN tHiS bItCh FoR tHe BiG jUiCy j-C!

GAMZEE: hOnK iF yOu LoVe ThIs BiG tItTy BiZzNaTcH!

GAMZEE: WhOoP wHoOp!

JANE: All right.

JANE: Jake! Get the president on the phone.

JANE: It’s clear to me now that it’s past time for the military to strike, and I’ll be giving that man a real piece of my mind until an appropriate counterattack is in motion.

JANE: Obviously, the government’s attempts to be gracious with the troll ilk have been naive and foolish.

JANE: These rats cannot be negotiated with. They cannot be swayed by reason or appeals to peace and civility.

JANE: The only thing that they want—the only thing that they have ever wanted since the ungodly inception of their disgusting, verminous species—is bloodshed.

JANE: And if that is what they truly desire...

JANE: Well, far be it from us to deny them.

JAKE: J-ja—

JANE: Not another word!!!

JAKE: Are you sure this isnt a mis—

JANE: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANE: THE TIME TO ACT IS NOW!

JANE: THEY WILL PAY FOR WHAT THEY’VE DONE!

JANE: EVERY LAST FUCKING ONE OF THEM!

JANE: I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! THIS IS THE END OF THE LINE!

JANE: ALL OF YOU, RETURN TO YOUR STATIONS! WE ARE CHANGING COURSE!

JANE: WE WILL BE GOING DIRECTLY TO MEET WITH THE PRESIDENT, AND I WILL NOT REST UNTIL HE GIVES THE COMMAND TO CRUSH THIS FUCKING REBELLION AND DESTROY ANY CHANCE THAT THEY MIGHT EVER RESIST AGAIN!

GAMZEE: hEy.

GAMZEE: Do YoU tHiNk ThAt MiGhT bE a BiT mOtHeRfUcKinG xEnOpHoBiC?

JANE: XENOPHOBIC?

JANE: I am not fucking xenophobic!

GAMZEE: i’M jUsT sAyInG mY mOsT bOdAcIoUs Of BaBeS.

GAMZEE: WhAt YoU’rE lAyInG dOwN hErE iS sOuNdInG wIcKeD bItCh GeNoCiDaL.

JANE: What the fuck are you talking about?!?!

JANE: I am not, and have never been, a fucking xenophobe!

GAMZEE: yEa BuT lIsTeN.

GAMZEE: KiLlInG aLl ThE tRoLlS...

GAMZEE: tHaT wOuLd Be BaD yOu FeEl Me?

GAMZEE: I’m A tRoLl ReMeMbEr.

GAMZEE: mAyBe YoU sHoUlD tAkE a MiN aNd ChIlL a BiT, lIl MiNt ChOcO cHiP. hOnK.

JANE: Shut the fuck up!!!!!

JANE: You fucking insects just assassinated my father!!!!!

GAMZEE: HeH hEh. YoU’rE cUtE wHeN yOu’Re MaD, mY tAsTy LiTtLe SnAcCuCcInO :o)

JANE: Security.

JANE: Escort this troll off of my ship. Now.

GAMZEE: wHoA wHoA wHoA, hOlD uP!

GAMZEE: YoU cAn’T jUsT gO aNd ThRoW mE oFf BoArD, mY mIlKy MaMi.

JANE: Oh, but I can!

JANE: Just watch me.

GAMZEE: wAiT!! jUsT hEaR mE oUt!!

JANE: What?

GAMZEE: iF yOu ThRoW mE oUt I’lL bE aLl LoSt AnD sHiT, bAbE. yOu KnOw I bE nEeDiNg YoU.

JANE: What? You think appealing to me with your disgusting little addiction is going to sway me?

JANE: That’s the funniest joke you’ve ever told, clown.

GAMZEE: iT’s NoT aBoUt ThE mIlK, bOo.

GAMZEE: It’S aBoUt YoU.

JANE: What...?

GAMZEE: i NeEd YoU...

JANE: Are you saying that y—

GAMZEE: I’vE gOnE aNd ToLd YoU AlL aBoUt My PaSt StRuGgLeS wItH tHe WiCkEd GrEeN sUbStAnCeS.

GAMZEE: i DoNe GoNe AnD mAdE sO mUcH pRoGgReSs, FiNdInG nEw HeAlThY wAyS tO cOpE wItH tHe VoIcEs AnD rEdEeM mYsElF.

GAMZEE: AnD yOu’Ve BeEn MoRe Of A hElP tO mE tHaN aNyBoDy. MoRe ThAn AnYtHiNg.

GAMZEE: yOu KnOw WiTh ThE NiGhTmArEs I cAn’T sLeEp WiThOuT hOlDiNg On To A mOtHeRfUcKeR!

JANE: I am so...

JANE: Ugh. Forget it.

JANE: You are despicable.

GAMZEE: yOu CaN’t JuSt Go AnD cUt A bRoThEr OfF!

GAMZEE: LeT’s AlL uP aNd ThInK tHiS tHrOuGh AlL rEaSoNaBlY aNd ShIt.

GAMZEE: i’Ll Do MoThErFuCkInG aNyThInG!

JANE: Begone, clown.

[noiseemaster]

hi.... i am thinking about how much sweet capn nd k_k both parallel and r an antithesis of the fun gang ..... ok ? i think ......... i will mindlessly ramble . listen to me if you want . this may or may not be coherent at all . pay me no mind ok ?

they each have like,,, 1 basic trait thats described to them

okok so i think its really funny how much theyre complete fuckin opposites ( with the person they dance with ) .

kris - quiet person by susie and king

susie - mean girl by a save point

and yk . scc are energetic smooth and silly . its in their check dialogue . stated outright

ralsei - fluffy boy by a save point

energetic - quiet

smooth - fluffy

silly - mean

real interesting thing about capn and ralseis that isnt really important . . theyre both an adjective referring to a personality trait and a surface

ummm ill just go through them in sccs order . soooo,,, sweet / kris, cap / ralsei , and k_k / susie

sorry if this doesnt make sense im bad with words .

sweet / kris . . . . so much to say . mainly about sweet .

kris isnt shown to have much of a personality atleast in game ... which makes like a lot of sense considering they dont have free will for most of them . all we reaaally know is that theyre an introvert . theyre described as not being very energetic by tori, rarely ever waking up on time for school, usually sleeping through the start of class, and preferring tori drive them to school rather then walk . noelle also makes a comment about how kris isnt usually so talkative when you select the "anything" option in the hospital and as previously mentioned, theyre described as a quiet person

sweet on the other hand, is literally "the energetic one" . their movements are a lot more exaggerated and bouncier then the others, their way of speaking is a lot more upbeat then the others, and theyre the one who follows you around for ( most of ) cyber field ,,, they also have the most dialogue out of the 3 and are real passionate about their interests, being the most into the whole rebellion thing and likely being the one who started it all . they also use multiple exclamation marks in most sentences as a way of showing how enthusiastic they are about most things !!!!! this is a little small detail i noticed but.... they r also slightly off sync with the others whenever you ask them to play a song 4 you .

cap / ralsei,,,,,,, capsei shippers dee en eye you guys are weird

ough . i have so little to say about ralsei im sorry ralsei fans . ok anyways

ralsei is "the nice one" of the group i think . he tries to convince you to spare everyone, hes generally the most polite, and is maybe the tiniest bit naive in chapter 1, having to learn by the end that he cant trust everyone . even though hes nice, hes never exactly shown to be cowardly unlike most "nice" characters !!! he doesnt stand down to most enemies and is generally a lot less scared of . actual life threatening situations then a teenager should be .

cap'n on the other hand,,, is . the reason the game got a higher rating in japan because he says a statue looks like shit . capn is,,, from what ive seen, the least liked of the trio for coming off as rude in a lot of his dialogue ( hes just some guy i think ) . hes the most upfront about thinking you helped kidnap noelle, mocking you and making comments about it all throughout the first part of the game ( even trying to scam you because of it !!! ) . he also talks in a less formal way then ralsei does and makes several comments that are accidentally taken as flirty towards noelle ( hes just a little bit of a dumbass hes not a p/do . . targetted i see you freaks ) . hes basically shown to be willing to do anything if it benefits him and the others, trying to scam, trick, and appeal towards girls in an attempt to earn more money . hes also not a fan of fighting, and is reffered to as a coward by sweet for not really wanting to fight physically, even suggesting towards the start of the fight to just wait for other bad guys to come around . hes silly i love capn he reminds me of my best friend

cakes / susie .... i have so much to say about k_k you have no idea so many people get his character entirely wrong and it pisses me off . infact im breaking the pattern and starting with him because i have very little to say about susie and also fuck you

k_k is, in every way, kind of a doormat . they let people shortchange them, purposefully try and make themselves shorter to be less intimidating, and dont really wanna cause any trouble like at all . they try and make themselves sillier so they arent perceived as some sort of threat or something to be scared of ( considering theyre like 10ft tall . i did the math hes like 7 in his sprite and based on nelnals art, like 10'2 ) . hes the exact opposite of susie in every way !! k_k is tall and tries to make himself more approachable, giving you bagels for free if you dont have the money, trying to appeal to everyone by never really giving sweet or capn an answer that supports eithers argument, and just,, generally being a lot more polite then the other 2, despite the others best efforts . theyre also the first to try and cheer sweet up after they lose their battle, saying that they won because their dancing was better !!! a lot of trying to be smaller and appear as less mature likely comes from a place of anxiety,, as they only ever really speak whenever spoken to directly, try to stay on everyones good side, and have the least amount of dialogue out of the 3 by, like, 10%, most times them speaking being short, straightforward answers rather then them talking unprovoked

susie is,, kind of a smaller person trying to make herself seem bigger and scarier . she puts on a tough persona and is an asshole to most people who arent her friends, getting aggressive whenever people she perceives as threats bother her or the others and being a lot snarkier then the other 2 . towards ralsei and kris shes,, still pretty aggressive but its more in a playful way . she teases them often and is the only reason ralsei and her ever get an act option, because she points out how theyre not dumb and they can act by themselves . shes,, pretty much just any teenager with her friends

scc also think of themselves as the main characters . they make a constant attempt to act as so, trying to fight the fun gang because they think they helped the queen kidnap noelle, but in the end they just arent ,,, enough .

the fun gang r kinda just. kids who probably just wanna be kids but Cant because they kinda have this whole prophecy thing on their backs (susie and kris especially) and didnt really . choose to be the main guys .

i think,,, them being opposites is also a huge reason why scc being adults is so important to me . of course you can hc them as any age !!! but thinking of them as kids because theyre immature is,,,, boring as fuck . making them adults ties in a lot more with all of these opposites . thinking of them as adults who never really grew up would act as a sort of antithesis to the fun gang being teenagers who r growing up a little too fast and its soo... fun to play with . its fun to explore why they never matured like a lot of other people or if theyre just a little immature naturally !! theyre silly and theyre fun and theyre so entertaining to me i wanna put them under a microscope and study them ...

scc being adults who never grew up and the fun gang being teenagers who r growing up too fast is so fun to me i think . scc try so desperately to be the "main characters" . to be important . to be those guys . while the fun gang didnt even really try !!!! kris and susie just wanted to get chalk and got sucked into a huge prophecy thing in a world they didnt even know existed and i just . idk this is probably incomprehensible at this point sorry . i jusy think the fact theyre opposites is really fun and i dont think enough people notice it

tldr kris is quiet and introverted , sweet is energetic and ( likely ) loud judging from how they talk

ralsei is nice but not timid or cowardly at all, while a lot of capns dialogue is accidentally rude and hes literally called a coward ingame,

and susie tries to make herself bigger and scarier while k_k wants to be viewed as non-threatening and friendly as possible

thanks for listening to my autism rant . if you care .

[lolathepeacocklord]

capn has nightmares sometimes

[maggabytes]

Some more awful Christmas art from me to you..........

[the-meme-monarch]

but also sweet building a guillotine is so funny to me bc I’m picturing berdly coming to scc at the near-end of the chapter to help make the mech/rollercoaster to go save the fun gang and defeat queen and sweet goes “oh hell yes. I’m bringing the guillotine” and kk and capn have to convince him Not To

[thelustybraavosimaid]

I posted 7,943 times in 2022

That's 7,943 more posts than 2021!

897 posts created (11%)

7,046 posts reblogged (89%)

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I tagged 1,580 of my posts in 2022

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#jon snow - 87 posts

#arya stark - 80 posts

#ramble - 54 posts

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#needleheart - 25 posts

#grrm - 23 posts

#anti jonsa - 22 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#grrm didnt mention this but she was born with lungs made of valyrian steel so she alone has the singing capabilities to make it happen capn

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Reading Fire and Blood made me realise how much Jon's admirations and preferences of what he likes in women is pretty general amongst Stark men.

Alaric:

Lord Alaric had lost his wife three years earlier. When the queen expressed regret that she had never had the pleasure of meeting Lady Stark, the northman said, “She was a Mormont of Bear Isle, and no lady by your lights, but she took an axe to a pack of wolves when she was twelve, killed two of them, and sewed a cloak from their skins. She gave me two strong sons as well, and a daughter as sweet to look upon as any of your southron ladies.”

...

Once the initial frost had thawed, his lordship took the queen hunting after elk and wild boar in the wolfswood, showed her the bones of a giant, and allowed her to rummage as she pleased through his modest castle library. (Jaehaerys and Alysanne—Their Triumphs and Tragedies, Fire and Blood)

Cregan:

Queen Alicent’s captors had slain her guards and were thus condemned to death, but an impassioned plea from Lady Baela herself spared her rescuers from a similar fate, though they too had bloodied their swords by cutting down the king’s men posted at her door. “Not even the tears of a dragon could melt the frozen heart of Cregan Stark, men said rightly,” Mushroom tells us, “but when Lady Baela brandished a sword and declared that she would cut off the hand of any man who sought to harm the men who had saved her, the Wolf of Winterfell smiled for all to see, and allowed that if her ladyship was so fond of these dogs, he would permit her to keep them.”

--

And Lord Cregan, a widower these past three years, had responded in kind. Though Black Aly was no man’s queen of love and beauty, her fearlessness, stubborn strength, and bawdy tongue struck a chord for the Lord of Winterfell, who soon began to seek out her company in hall and yard. “She smells of woodsmoke, not of flowers,” Stark told Lord Cerwyn, said to be his closest friend.

About Alysanne's description:

“A lean tall creature was this wench,” says the dwarf, “thin as a whip and flat-chested as a boy, but long of leg and strong of arm, with a mane of thick black curls that tumbled down past her waist when loosed.” Huntress, horse-breaker, and archer without peer, Black Aly had little of a woman’s softness about her. (Aftermath—The Hour of the Wolf, Fire and Blood)

And Jon:

Ygritte trotted beside Jon as he slowed his garron to a walk. She claimed to be three years older than him, though she stood half a foot shorter; however old she might be, the girl was a tough little thing. Stonesnake had called her a "spearwife" when they'd captured her in the Skirling Pass. She wasn't wed and her weapon of choice was a short curved bow of horn and weirwood, but "spearwife" fit her all the same. (Jon II, ASoS)

--

All the same, the wildling princess was not beloved of her gaolers. She scorned them all as "kneelers," and had thrice attempted to escape. When one man-at-arms grew careless in her presence she had snatched his dagger from its sheath and stabbed him in the neck. Another inch to the left and he might have died.

Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon Snow reflected, and I might have had her. Her, and Winterfell, and my lord father's name. Instead he had chosen a black cloak and a wall of ice. Instead he had chosen honor. A bastard's sort of honor. (Jon III, ADwD)

--

Why not? thought Jon. They are all convinced she is a princess. Val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her. (Jon XI, ADwD)

195 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#4

Before meowing:

After meowing:

221 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#3

They knew, they knew, they knew, they knew.

George confirmed it.

See the full post

225 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

#2

How in the everloving fuck did Crustin get away with killing Lord Beesbury and Ser Joffrey in broad fucking daylight with zero repercussions but one fucking fight had Ser Harwin disgraced?

Where's the justice in that?

810 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

mood rn

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[lorebird]

That post about combining your first and current fandoms has snared me in its trap..... now I’m making content that caters to approximately Only Me! Splatoon wof au! Squids but make them dragons! I’m way too excited about this time to infodump under the cut

SO the NightWings are essentially the octarians of this story, with plans to invade the rainforest and/or the whole continent. In the first stages of the plan, they kidnap RainWings like in canon, 2 of which are dragonets named Lychee (Callie) and Srikaya (Marie). They figure out the plan and then some from a strange NightWing dragonet named Observant (Marina) who visits them occasionally, and at one point maybe kinda has a prophecy. Observant eventually helps the RainWings escape, but gets found out -- an older dragon named Sincerity is told to kill her and dump the body somewhere off the island as a show of disgrace. However, Sincerity lets Observant run free through the portal to the sand kingdom.

The two RainWings return home and spread the word about what the NightWings are planning, but the entire rainforest kingdom is woefully unprepared to deal with an invasion, even if they have a lot of time in advance. So Lychee and Srikaya go to the claws of the clouds to see if any other dragons will heed the warning and possibly help out the RainWings, since the entire continent could be under threat.

A retired SkyWing general named Pinyon (capn) hears them out and takes it seriously, but pretty much no one else does. Most SkyWings seem to think Pinyon is a little off his rocker for the whole invasion story. But Lychee tells him about the prophecy they heard from Observant, hoping it could help them; I’m too lazy to actually come up with one right now but uhhhh it amounts to something like “a royal heir hatched when [insert condition here] will beat the NightWing’s asses woohoo” SO pinyon gets right to work trying to figure out how to fulfill it, though Srikaya is a little doubtful of prophecies and thinks they should focus on practical solutions. However, her efforts to raise concern over the invasion does Little Good becauseeeee plot convenience for my au dw about it /lh

ANYWAYS Pinyon and Lychee track down two possible candidates for the prophecy: a SeaWing and a MudWing. The eggs are stolen talons of peace style, and the dragons are raised separately, each believing they’re the one to fulfill the prophecy. Boom bam training montage!!! A handful of guardians watch over + teache the 2 separately, and Srikaya trains Viridian the SeaWing (3) while Lychee trains Sienna the MudWing (4). Plot happens idk but unlike the DoD, the dragonets of prophecy here are actually treated Like People (figuratively) and have happy childhoods. But then uhhhhhh bam time to be thrown into the middle of a war!

Viridian ends up being the chosen candidate to take down the NightWings by killing their leader, Songweaver (Octavio). Why are the NightWings ruled by a guy and not a queen? Uhhhhhh trans grandpa dw about it he’s allowed I guess. But when it comes time......... Viridian can’t kill him. The island ends up blowing its top and they figure he’s good as dead so uhhhhh woohoo prophecy fulfilled ig!!! Party time!!! Sure am glad no one here is left without purpose and having an identity crisis over not being the hero of legend!!!

So yeah the NightWings settle in the mainland except they Aren’t awful and terrible like in canon bc no thanks. The day is won, all is well, sorry about the identity crisis Sienna, until UH OH. Lychee goes missing

Sienna JUMPS at the opportunity to finally save the day, and soon it’s found out that Songweaver isn’t dead and has somehow gotten Fucked Up and Evil mind control over Lyche!! A few loyal NightWings get in the way, but eventually, Lychee is freed and Songweaver is dead for good. All is well For Real This Time. Except for the NightWings that have been mysteriously disappearing from the mainland. Say, some of the guys Sienna fought look a little familiar........

It’s eventually found out that Songweaver was working with an unnamed animus to build a new army. No one knows the animus’ motives, but now they know they’re out there and dangerous. Viridian, now having a crisis of their own over having failed the prophecy, spearheads the search. But the closer they get to answers, the more isolated they become, with memories becoming foggy. They run into two NightWings, one who’s completely forgotten who they once were and now goes by Wanderer, and the other nearly there; this one is named Amaranth (8).

Oh also Observant is off in the desert with her gf Rose Gold (Pearl) they’re doing great

Ok I have a disproportionate amount of lore for the OE equivalent of this au and I’ve gone on long enough SO........ I’m leaving it there for now!! Pls interact if you‘re interested in the au none of my friends are in these fandoms /lh

[asterroidd]

cotton sweatshirt

↬  College AU

↬  Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Reader

↬  Word count: 2.6k

↬  Synopsis:  Fatigue was slowly consuming you, luckily your roommate is there to save the day

↬  Notes: Thank you so much for the request anon! I apologize it took so long before I wrote it. Anw, I hope you enjoy it!

↬  no proofread whatsoever, capn’

5th and 12th prompts: “Give me back my keys! I’m fine!” and “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

    It was too much. All too much; the endless tasks, the studying, and numerous all-nighters that you had pulled by now.

    It was so taxing that your body couldn't keep up; eyes blood shot red from restless staring at the laptop screen, sunken cheeks due to the insufficient meal you are getting, and dark bags under your eyes that are evidently visible even from afar. If one would see you in such a state, one would assume you are a zombie or the living dead.

    Chewing your bottom lip, fingers anxiously taped against the wooden desk. Drained yes boring into the laptop screen as you tried your best to understand the text displayed in it. Your professor just had to be missing in action that week due to health reasons and as such couldn't attend most of the classroom session to teach. The replacement is just as worse—having no mastery over the lesson at hand that it only made it more confusing than before. So, you had to self-study for the sole sake of having a passing grade this semester. Finals weeks is looming around the corner and it's best that you understands the lessons beforehand so that you wouldn't have difficulty in studying once again later on.

    Your study session was supposed to be done before noon, yet here you are still hunched over the desk. A pencil at hand in attempt to take notes in the filler notebook. Your other hand curled up a fist full of hair, then ever so often tugging it in frustration. True, you did try to search online for other readings and videos that could potentially help you in your dilemma. Alas, you find yourself scratching your scalp and pulling your hair in frustration as you failed, yet again, to grasp the concept of the topic.

    Perhaps a book, you thought to yourself. There is a local library nearby—suppose a ten minute walk, could be even seven if you walked fast enough. For sure there are a handful of books there that could finally help you in understanding the lesson. And so with a drained sigh, you closed the lid of the laptop and stood up.

    You took in your surroundings; which was an utter mess. Eraser shards littered on top of your desk that some even fell to the floor due to you hastily sweeping them off. Mountains of books scattered around—some opened with a random item on top to act as a makeshift paper weight. Sticky notes plastered all over the walls and stacks upon stacks of paper everywhere. In short, your room looks like a battleground.

     Which it is; an academic battleground, that is.

    That said, you swiftly stuffed a handful of notebooks and pens into a small backpack so you could continue the study session at the library. Perhaps a change in environment would ease you off and clear your mind. When you exited from your room, you were surprised to see Levi lounging off the living room. A bowl of popcorn on his lap whilst lazily popping one in his mouth every so often. His eyes glued to the TV screen as it played a series, The Confession Tapes you presumed. Ever since you showed him the first episode a few days ago, he was so intrigued and thus became so hook with the story line.

    Oh, to have freedom and time for leisure activities like Levi. You would willingly kill just to have that.

    "I'll be heading off to the library for a while," you uttered under your breath. Levi turned his head towards your direction, slowly munching on the popcorn. "I might come home late so I'll bring the keys with me."

    He paused the movie momentarily to narrow his eyes at you. Levi looked at you from top to bottom, assessing and processing the current state you are in. Which was hell. You looked like a vampire that crawled out of your coffin after decades of isolation. Of all the years he and you had been roommate, Levi had practically memorised most of your mannerism and behaviour so much. And at the moment, he knew all to well that you would be, yet again, working yourself to the grave.

    With a sigh, Levi placed the bowl of popcorn on top of the coffee table before approaching you. "Can't you see yourself, idiot?"

    You scrunched up your nose in confusion. What does he mean by that?

    "When was the last time you ate?"

    You racked your brain for answers. When was it truly that last time you had a proper meal besides energy bars that you bought from the convenience store. You went silent for a moment, eyes cascading down.

    "I had instant noodles I think? Last night," you answered after a pregnant pause.

    "Then that means you have not eaten anything since this morning?"

    You only nodded in response, all too tired to argue back with him. All you wanted to do was to finally leave the apartment and resume your study session in the library. Where, in hopes, you could finally progress in.

    Levi clicked his tongue. No wonder you look like a living dead. You are barely getting any nutrition in your body at all! Being studious is a great thing—but being all too unforgiving and torturing one's body too much is an unacceptable habit.

    As swift as a fox, he snagged the keys from your hands. You, in your drained state, reacted poorly and sluggishly. Though, you gave him one ferocious glare.

    "Give it back, Levi." You held out your hand.

    "No. You should rest. You look like shit."

    "Give me back my keys. I'm fine!"

    Levi, much to your surprise, had a hint of worry in his eyes. Silence fell between you and him, eyes focused on each other. You thought of kicking him on the shin, then took the chance to grab the keys. But you find yourself unable to as your body slowly slumped over.

    You let out one tired sigh, eyes closing every now and then in drowsiness, but you can't give in. Not now. Not at least you'd finally understand and finish writing your notes. Still, exams is a couple of weeks away. Surely a brief break wouldn't hurt?

   You groaned, the floor beneath your feet swaying as you struggled to keep yourself upright. It was only then did you notice the ever growing itch in your throat which signifies tonsillitis, mucus flooding your nasal passages, and increased body temperature.

     "I'm fine. . ." you inhaled sharply. "Just—" you continued but was caught short when your knees buckled under your weight, causing you to lean forward. Luckily enough, Levi caught you just in the nick of time before you fell face first into the wooden floor.

     "Tch. Look at what you got yourself into," he huffed, palm pressing against your forehead. "You also have a fever, dumbass."

    Did you now? You let your head rest into his touch, relishing his cool touch against your flushed ones. Maybe you really need a rest.

   "How about you take a seat on the couch while I brew you a cup of tea?"

    "Sounds good. . ." you uttered under your breath.

    That said, Levi practically dragged your body towards the couch and helped you settle on it. Making sure that you are comfortable enough by placing pillows behind your head. The male crouched down to your level, bringing a hand up once again to your forehead to properly estimate your temperature this time.

    "Looks like a bad one. . ." he muttered.

    "You tell me. I feel like shit," you've managed to crack a joke despite your conditions. Levi rose his brow at you, shaking his head at your idiocy. Then you watched him as he removed his cotton sweatshirt that hung loosely on his figure. Suffice to say, you were beyond perplexed when Levi placed the article of clothing on top of your lap.

    "You're cold aren't you?" he shrugged his shoulders. "Wear that for the time being to keep you warm."

    That said, he soon disappeared inside the kitchen to perhaps brew you a cup of tea much to your delight. It is practically known that the male had an immense skill in brewing and perfecting the art of tea. And as his roommate, Levi practically forced you to learn how to brew yourself; mainly because he doesn't want you wasting precious tea leaves that are far too expensive to be wasted. You recalled the time spent with him, hours upon hours inside the kitchen while trying your best to not burn your hands as you, yet again, try to perfect boiling tea. Levi stood beside you, a scowl present on his face as he frowned at your blend.

    Do it again, he snarled. The temperature is not right.

    It was little moments such as those reminds you of how much of a stuck up bitch Levi is. Nonetheless, the male still have a special place in your heart as your roommate and perhaps crush.

    Gingerly holding his sweater in your hands, you took one deep whiff of his scent—despite mucus flooding your nose—relishing the soft floral scent of the detergent that he bought about a week ago. Yet, Levi's natural aroma gradually overflows your nasal cavity; refreshing and clean with a hint of musky scent. It was pure heaven.

    Blood rushed to your cheeks as you let his sweatshirt hug your body, encompassing you more with his scent. Truth to be told, it was your long time dream to wear one of Levi's clothing. Suppose it was the thought of you in his clothes that brings butterflies to your stomachs, or the pure concept of his smell flooding your senses. Either way, you liked it.

    "Hey. . ." Levi's voice boomed which slightly startled you. The male placed a mug full of tea on the coffee table before kneeling down and opening a pack of fever patch.

    "What flavor did you brew?" you mumbled.

    "Chamomile," Levi replied, brushing your hair away from your forehead. For a brief moment, he stopped to stare at your glossy eyes due to the fever. Small patches of sweat that peppered your skin that glistened slightly under the light. Not to mention your lips that he oh so long to get a taste of for months—but he wouldn't tell you that out loud. Red dusted his cheeks ever so lightly that you would've missed if it weren't for your keen attention to detail.

    Levi bit the insides of his cheeks, slapping himself internally to focus at the task at hand which it to place a fever patch on your forehead. That said, he carefully set it against your temples. Making sure that it is adhered on firmly as to not fall in case you tossed and turn in your sleep. A smile adorned your features as soon as the cool hydrogel rested against your skin. You mumbled a quick gratitude towards the male before snuggling deep into his sweatshirt.

    "Levi. . ." you started to which he hummed in response, helping you sit up. Then, the male gave you the mug with hot tea. Its heavenly aroma making you sigh in relax. "Come sit with me?" you asked, patting the space next to you.

    The male opened his mouth to argue; to refuse your request because he doesn't want to catch your germs and be sick himself. Though, with one look at your puppy-dog eyes and pouting lips, Levi knew that he wouldn't be able to resist you. "Fine. . ." he begrudgingly replied.

    You let out a small cheer of victory. Placing your head on top of his shoulder the minute he sat beside you. Even for just a moment—just for this day—you want to delve into your fantasies and revel in the company of the male. Levi looked at you from the corner of his eye, admiring how his sweatshirt that embraces your form. Due to him being quite short in stature, his clothes were not too big. So, naturally, most of his wardrobe would probably fit you. Which he has no complaints about.

    "Can we watch Kitchen nightmares?" you asked, taking one small sip of tea as to not burn your tongue.

    Levi shrugged, "Why not?" That said, he adhered to your request. Playing that one episode in the series that he knew you enjoyed watching despite the countless times you've already seen it.

    You relaxed back into the couch, letting more of your weight press against Levi as your hands cupped the warm mug in between. The brutal and fierce howls of criticism of Gordon Ramsey brings a small smile to your lips, and oddly enough, as well as Levi's. Watching Kitchen's Nightmares (as well as other shows that the iconic chef starred in) was a guilty pleasure, so to say, of both yours and the male's. There is just something so satisfying how the chef makes people humble down and admit their mistakes.

    One great thing that comes from watching his series was that Levi could learn a thing or two in cooking. Even though he was already great from the start. The male picks up a recipe or two just by watching the series, much to your satisfaction. Between you and Levi, he is the mother of the household, if you will. While you're just one lazy couch potato who would receive an ear full of scolding every now and then.

    Soon enough, you felt your eyelids closing involuntarily, yet you fought to keep them open. It was getting into the good part—the climax—of the episode and you didn't want to sleep through it. Though, you find yourself giving in and finally letting your eyes rest for once. You exhaled, rubbing your cheeks against Levi's shoulder blades in attempts to get more comfortable. The male shifted on the couch, allowing you to be cozy and warm with him beside you.

    In your dazed state, you swore that Levi slowly rest his head on top of yours. Nevertheless, you couldn't conclude if it was true since the sweet embrace of sleep consumed you. For the first time in that week, you finally had a good night's rest.

    Levi relaxed under your touch, finally relieved that you gave in and let your body get the rest it deserves after days upon days of continuous work. He contemplated whether to turn off the television so that the noise wouldn't bother you in your sleep, or keep it open since a part of him wants to finish the episode. Though, his thoughts were caught short when you murmured.

    "Levi. . ." you mumbled in your sleep, hands gripping his sweatshirt.

    "What?" he humored, despite knowing that you are in deep slumber and is probably sleep-talking.

    Then to his surprise, you whispered a phrase that he never anticipated would slip past your lips.

    "I love you. . ."

    He was taken a back, eyes wide while his mouth slightly hung open. Levi blinked once, then twice, trying to process if what he heard was real or was his imagination deceiving him.

    "Did you know you talk in your sleep?" Levi said, testing to see if you were truly asleep or was just toying with him. When he concluded that you were—in fact—knocked out and catching some Z's, he breathed lowly the three words he oh so wanted to tell you for months.

    "I love you, too. Brat." He snaked his hand around yours, intertwining his fingers around your hand.

    Little did Levi know, you were half-awake during his confession.