#thank you for this Flo

[sixpennydame]

Hi my lovely Sailor 🤍 How are you?

To spread some Levi love around, I was wondering: what first drew you to Levi’s character? What is your favorite thing about him to this day? And what’s your favorite look of his? 😏

Hi my beloved Flo. I’m doing better now that you’ve dropped into my asks. 🤍

What first drew me to Levi was his strength, to be honest. He’s just so cool! Someone with that much strength and ability could (and often do) have an enormous ego, but he doesn’t. He cares for his comrades in the Survey Corps. And I love morally grey characters with sad back stories, haha.

My favorite thing about him to this day are his quirks. He could have easily been written as the idyllic, heroic character, but he wasn’t. He’s obsessed with cleaning and holds his tea cup in a strange manner. He has a potty mouth. His ‘imperfections’ make him perfect to me. 😌

My favorite look? Oof, there’s so many….the grey shirt in season 3 is so hot, but I really like him in the formal uniform too.

What about you? I’d love to know!

In fact, let’s make it a tag game! Let’s spread some positivity and Levi love!

Tagging @bitchymanlet @amywritesthings @atruewarrior @nube55 @urbandeity @kikarouflames @l3visthighs @youre-ackermine @dont-f-with-moogles @humanitys-strongest-bamf @leviismybby @chaotic-on-main @humanitys-strongest-brat @dreamtuna @romantichomicide95 and anyone else who wants to join in!

[littlerequiem]

HI~!

What's you sweetest, fluffiest Levi head cannon?

content - fluff, levi x gn!reader, hair care is mentioned.

It all begins with your hair. I headcannon that, back in the Underground, Levi used to wash and braid his mother's hair, so he cherishes taking care of you in this same manner.

Cutting your hair, washing your locks or scalp, making sure it's held tight for expeditions if needed - Levi is conscious of the trust you place in him the first time you ask for his help. He grows to find stability in this routine: how warm and alive you feel beneath his soapy or conditioned fingertips, how relaxed you sound as he draws circles down the back of your skull, how he loves to listen to you talk about your day while he takes care of you. Sometimes, he'll catch sight of you playing with your hair across the dining hall - the hair he helped style that morning - and he'll feel warmth spread in his chest, knowing you carry a part of him with you.

Levi would never say it but those moments behind closed doors... yeah, they're incredibly special to him.

[northstarscowboyhat]

Clover and Flo sibling moment real

@s0ckh3adstudios drew some wonderful art of my older Clover design with their Integrity OC and I simply had to contribute! Their sibling dynamic is everything to me.

Some bonus doodles from practicing drawing Flo and thinking about their hilarious dynamic.

[thetriangletattoo]

dinner is served

[diorgirl444]

tell me you don’t see the vision

[dailywusiala]

EVERYBODY WAKE UP

[versacethotty]

flo imitating countess vaughn imitating jill scott pls this is my multiverse of madness

[slobber-teeth]

seven of swords, for @woodsywarbler 's birthday!!

[c-herondale]

I have about one million thoughts about the Lockwood and Co series (most of them are just excited screaming) but hearing Lucy Carlyle say fuck just healed my soul and cleared my skin

[wexhappyxfew]

I hope I'm not too late, but you know I'm going to request something for Flo and Benny🖤 Maybe 12 from the "It's Spring!" writing prompt list? - @lostloveletters

ah hello battie ( @lostloveletters )!! not late at all! i was BEYOND excited to do some more with Flo and Benny - those two have captured my heart and i'm so so glad they seemed to do the same for you!! please enjoy my take on the prompt you've sent in - and let's just say, despite the happiness of the prompt, my recent emotions of episode 5 seemed to take over and here we are :)

prompt: rolling down the window of the car

featuring: Flo Godfrey and Benny DeMarco

The feeling would always remain cathartic in a way she couldn't entirely describe to anyone close to her.

Watching the B-17s take off in energetic fashion towards the sky, aligning in perfect formation to the morning haze of what the day was to bring, smelling sweet air, feeling the cool breeze, sitting there watching that 'bucket of bolts' as Wink liked to call them, take off into the sky, the small voice in her head saying they'd all come back. That they'd all be okay. Sometimes it was just a white lie to convince her to calm down.

But it was nearly sundown, 17 out of the 18 planes that had taken off had returned, the pilots and their boys were eating well and washing up and enjoying the feeling of standing on solid ground again. And Flo's stress levels had lessened slightly - well, slightly was a loose-leaf term for it. They'd dropped about a percent before Lemmons started yelling about one of the controls for the plane propeller on Brady's fort that had taken more blows than she had bargained for earlier.

"God, just... give it another go!"

Lemmons was yelling from somewhere down in the plane propeller to her left - closer to the first and second engines on the fort. Clearly, flak had done it's horrendous job more than either her or Lemmons cared to admit. Flo, sat in the pilots seat, flicked the metal probe on the switchboard and heard the gutteral and pathetic whir of the propeller trying to start up, but to no avail, stutter to a stop.

"Nothing!" Flo yelled, pulling open the window in the cockpit, "Look, Kenny, I think we gotta jerry-rig it!" Lemmons' faced appeared and her offered her a surprised brow raise.

"Jerry-rig? Who the hell-"

"My father showed me how to do it on a boat one time-"

"A boat?! Listen, Godfrey, that's a boat, this is a plane-"

"Yes! But it should work just the same-"

"Florence Godfrey is that you?" Flo froze about mid-speech, the same turning into samey, which was hardly even a word.

Slowly averting her eyes from the propeller and the sad excuse for engines, she looked down on the ground, past the wings of the fort and found Captain Benny DeMarco standing there, uniform on, tired eyes, a smile on his face, and a slightly bloodied bandage hanging around his neck.

Hanging out the window, looking like an eager, excited dog in front of a Captain was surely not the picture she wished to paint but the sheer surprise that took over her face was equally uncalled for and warranted. Flo could briefly see Lemmons looking up at her with a smirk on his face.

"I-"

"She'll be right down!" Lemmons yelled, the grin on his face widening as her eyes followed, "Go on, get going, I'll jerry-rig this-"

"You were about to argue with me that that was the last thing you wanted to do-"

"I'm jerry-rigging it." he said, then smirked, "Go." Flo smiled at Lemmons before turning her attention back on the Captain stood on the tarmac, that soft smile on his face.

"If this was a car, I'd tell you to get in; I'd roll down the window as kindly as I could, too." she called to him a grin on her face, "You'll have to meet me on the other side though, where I'll make a less-than-stellar exit." She watched Benny laugh at her words and shake his head.

"You could probably give me a run for my money!" he called up to her, before sending her a wink as he disappeared under the plane.

Flo quickly looked down at her clothes, the minute she took to reevaluate herself enough to notice the grease stains, the minor paint job cropping up on the ends of her OD top, and the tear in her shoulder from where her top had gotten caught on a piece of metal bent awkwardly from the plane. Spinning herself around, she moved through the center of the plane before making her, as expected, less-than-stellar exit onto the tarmac, and finding Benny there right in front of her - holding a hand against her head, gray beanie covering flying braids that needed redoing, the slight, night wind brushing her crimson cheeks.

"Didn't think I'd be seeing you tonight," Flo said as she approached him, her eyes darting to the bandage hap-hazardously wrapped around his neck, the red spot lingering lower on the wrap, her smile fading slightly, "are you okay?" He seemed to sense her worry and reached up to gingerly touch the bandage and shook it off, smiling at her as she came closer.

"Just took a bit of shrapnel from a blast up there, nothing to worry about," he said, but she could see the bit of pain that ran over his face as he stood there. She became slightly distracted by the scent of his cologne hitting her nose - the sudden realization that she probably smelled like a greasy, wet rag making her want to crawl into a hole. She looked up at Benny, deep brown eyes soft in the light of the sunset, focused solely on her. He could've gotten himself straight to a warm meal, but instead was stood outside with her - he'd just flown a plane over Germany and back, she'd spoon feed him dinner if it meant it brought him comfort.

"If I'm holding you from your meal, I'm sorry I just-"

"No, no," Benny said quickly, stepping forward, placing his hands on her shoulders, the presence comforting in a way she hadn't felt in months, "no, not at all……I, uh, just….wanted to thank you, for a few nights ago. The dance." A smile broke out on her face and she let out a small laugh and looked up into his eyes again.

"Sometimes with all that's going on around," he looked around at the airfield and then looked back at her again, "just, dancing with you, brought me away from the war for a bit. Never knew how much something like that could mean in the moment until you're standing there….especially with someone like yourself."

"Benny…." she whispered, but his smile softened, as he reached out and gently tucked some of her lose flyaway hairs behind her left ear, his hand warm, thumb lightly brushing against her cold cheek. Her heart stuttered - Benny DeMarco, that look in your eye…..

"I know, I know, it's war. Flying B-17s, you can't exactly go around saying stuff like that, knowing that well…." Benny trailed off his trembling words and looked back at her, a riddled air of confidence and calm filling his eyes in front of her, "life's too short not to say something like that, even with the Germans breathing down our necks. And I'd regret it everyday if I never said it to you. Knowing how much it meant…." to both of us, her mind whispered. She watched him.

Her emotions were suddenly in five different directions, all good directions, she reminded herself - for a moment, her heart pounded and her mind raced, and the reality of war ebbed in and out of her vision. But here was someone, looking at her like he'd lasso the moon for her, in the midst of war, showing up to the plane she was losing her mind over a propeller about, when he very well should be sitting down and eating up, thanking her. And really, she should be thanking him.

Flo stepped closer to him, his light breathing fanning across her face, his cologne still overwhelming her nose, but still oh-so-enjoyable, and his presence warm and inviting and there.

He was right there.

Inches.

And she hugged him, wrapping her arms, careful of the wrap, around his neck, and hugged him wholly. Where she was enveloped by him in every way possible, where for a moment it wasn't the two of them on a tarmac, one having just finished off a mission against the enemy while the other was fixing up the planes for the next, but where it was the two of them, in a different circumstance, a different way. Where war wasn't the backdrop to their emotions that lingered at the borderline. Softly, she shifted her lips to his ear and pressed a soft kiss there.

"Thank you for for everything," she whispered, "because for once, war has shown me that hiding anything I feel will only be regretful in the long-run." Flo slowly pulled back, staring up into Benny's tired eyes, and smiled softly.

"In another world, we're dancing at the Ritz, just you and I and Louis Armstrong above us," she whispered to him, his eyes hazy and soft, like he were imagining a world like that, too, "we're dancing and there's no war. And it's just us." Flo helped him to stand on two feet that day on the tarmac, on the ground. They lost men everyday they went and flew missions - men they trained with, grew with and flew with. Flo was sure of one thing - no matter what transpired above the clouds, she wouldn't lose Benny.

Benny wouldn't ever lose her.

[peachymaryobrien]

Not now, honey, mommy's crying over cuteness of new Christmas Lockwood&Co mini-story

[littlerequiem]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

Hi Tobbi!

Thank you so much for sliding into my ask box with such a lovely idea! I did answer this in the past, but since I wrote a few things since, I figured I could give you an update. So hmmm..

we all bleed red (in progress, 106k) - Vampire!Levi x F!Reader, Victorian & Fantasy AU. This is the first long-fic project I started in years. It's been a blast to come up with the world building and adapt it with the AOT cast in mind.

you honor them by living (completed, 1k) - A character study of Levi. A gen fic that looks into Levi's character post-war. I liked exploring Levi without any romance.

a lesson in dancing (completed, 2.3k) - Postwar!Levi x GN!Reader. A one-shot that explores Levi's vulnerabilities. Levi experiencing peace is just very important to me :')

with you, at the end of all things (completed, 1.3k) - Postwar!Levi x GN!Reader. An exploration of the aftermath of the battle at Fort Salta.

we mourned the sea - Okay so I'm cheating because this isn't published yet... buuut this is my postwar longfic project (Levi x F!Reader). It's told from Levi's perspective almost entirely. It's been a precious passion project & I hope to release the first chapter very soon 👉👈

[thequeenofsarcaasm]

I don’t think you guys understand. The “Yo, Satoru” scene is the most romantic scene ever written in shonen’s history. I find myself thinking about it more often than I should.

What do you mean your soul tells you otherwise????? Shit is insane

Also that montage of their time together???? Crazyyyy

The hopeful smile???

THE PIANOOO ?????!!!!!

The manga was great enough but MAPPA really put their Mappussy in that episode. For that I’m forever thankful

Chile, let me take a seat

[bluehandprint]

Thinking about how they gaslighted me in this hotel about the bedbugs i saw. One was like 'no but these ones are small they don't even bite' and the other one was like 'oh no these are not bedbugs those are beetles that comes from the park' 🤬

[ladamedusoif]

One of my absolute favourite fan artists, Flo Ballestra, did a really cool fundraiser for the Palestine Children’s Relief Fund this week: you could commission a mini portrait in exchange for a donation. So I asked her for one inspired by Emmys Pedro and here he is!!

I love him so fucking much.

And yes he is part of my cope for today’s news and I make zero apologies for needing cope, and yes I am being respectful or whatever here but anyway let’s agree to disagree i still wish this wasn’t happening

You can make a donation to the PCRF here. And, as ever: ceasefire NOW.

[youredreamingofroo]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore (we need more crumbs of roo frfr)

AAA FLO!!! thank youuu 😭😭🫶🫶

For you, I'll do my precious boy, Roo

1. Since Roo is Swedish in blood, and is slowly but surely learning Swedish as a language, He's wanted to implement it into (almost) everyday speech, so one of the most common ways he'll say "hello," is "Hej!" "Hej Hej!" and "Hallå!"

2. I may have mentioned this before, but I'll say it again; Roo sleeps like a corpse, it's strange and he's had studies done for this, however the results usually lead to He's fine and is just how he sleeps- For example, the human heart is supposed to lower to around 40-50 BPM when sleeping, his heart will go down to 20-30, and in rare cases (at least in what's been recorded) 15~ BPM- He also just goes completely limp when sleeping, which is, obviously, INCREDIBLY shocking to others who don't really know him well LMAO

3. So before I began really dwelling on who Roo was and was just kind of throwing ideas out there for his personality and hobbies/job, I made him sarcastic, incredibly observant, slightly unempathetic, and somehow very dense (despite being observant-), his hobby was fashion design and he did fashion designing as a freelance/part-time job

4. Contrary to popular belief (ig?), Roo takes VERY cold showers, whether morning or night, it's cold- That's not to say he won't take warm showers, cause he will, but he's just gotten accustomed to the chill of a cold shower, which may be a nod to his homelife as a child 👀 However, during winter he WILL take warmer showers (lukewarm btw not even warm warm)- He has no reason to take super cold showers, I suppose he's kind of frugal in that nature, it's also just habit and not being able to handle warmer temperatures well

5. Like most men, Roo can grow body/facial hair, but ALSO like most men, Roo does not like growing out body/facial hair, more specifically his facial hair. Has there ever been a point where he DID grow out his facial hair...? Yes... would you be surprised if I told you it was when he was trying to "normalize" himself (aka when he was 18)? Well he did try and succeed at growing his facial hair at 18, but of course, with the era of being 19 around the corner, the facial hair did NOT last long. Nowadays, Roo absolutely DESPISES facial hair (on himself) and will shave til his skin peels off to guarantee it doesn't come back