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The Osomatsu-San Iceberg 2.0!

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Osomatsu-Kun- A Comedy Manga by Fujio Akatsuka which ran from 1962 to 1969 which followed a group of sextuplet (a multiple birth of six children) brothers. It was later adapted into two anime, one by Studio Zero in 1966 and another by Studio Pierrot in 1988 as well as spin-off by Studio Pierrot in 2015 titled “Osomatsu-San” which follows the sextuplets in their 20-somethings as NEETS.

Fourth-Wall Breaks- Osomatsu-San has multiple moments where the characters will break the fourth wall, such as in the first episode where the characters try to be a “proper anime”, or worship Fujio Akatsuka like a god.

Visual Distinguishers- The Matsuno Brothers have multiple visual distinguishers so the audience can more easily tell the brothers apart. Examples include: Signature Color, Hairstyles, and Facial Expressions. The brothers were given different colors supposedly because the character designer couldn’t tell the difference between them.

Parodies + References- The anime makes dozens of parodies and references to other anime/popular media such as Attack on Titan, Saw, Demon Slayer, Naruto, and Sailor Moon. The anime’s extreme popularity in Japan also led to other anime to parody and reference Osomatsu-San including The Disastrous Life of Saiki K, Love Rice, and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. Osomatsu-San has too many references to other anime and there’s too many references to Osomatsu-San from other media, so I just included it as one entry.

NEET- A common acronym in Japan which stands for Not in Education, Employment, or Training, but also includes anyone who is not engaged in housework, unemployed, not seeking work, and not in any school or work-related training.

F6- The F6 are the idealized version of the Matsuno brothers that parody pretty-boy anime. The “F” in F6 stands for Fujio, as in Fujio Akatsuka, the creator of the original manga. In the first episode, their first appearance, Ichimatsu transforms into a hybrid stylization of the 2015 anime and the 1966 anime, but in the season finale they are seen alongside the Matsuno brothers, implying they are separate characters.

___Matsu Boys and Girls- The fan term for each of the six brothers, based on Karamatsu’s line calling his fans his “Karamatsu girls and boys”.

Banned 1st Episode- The 1st episode of the anime was banned in Japan due to copyright law, as Japan has no clause for parody and has a more strict interpretation of fair use. It was never confirmed which company filed a copyright infringement against Osomatsu-San, but there is a theory that the Attack on Titan parody was the main culprit. The episode has still not been released on physical media and all streaming services do not carry the first episode, instead beginning the series on the second episode.

The Osomatsu-San Movie- Released on March 15th 2019, the movie follows the brothers traveling back in time to meet their high school selves and to resolve one of the brothers’ biggest regrets.

Collab Ad Campaigns- Osomatsu-San has collaborated with dozens of other brands on merchandise/advertisement campaigns. Many of these collaborations have created special events and merchandise for Osomatsu-San. Examples include: Ministop, Sweets Paradise, Dohtonbori Okonomiyaki, and Sanrio.

Akatsuka’s 80th- Osomatsu-San was created in honor of Fujio Akatsuka’s 80th Birthday and death, having died at 72 in 2008.

Todomatsu Face Meme- In the episode “Todomatsu and the 5 Demons” Todomatsu makes a face at his brothers for talking to the Sutabaa baristas, which has become a meme that has even spread outside the Osomatsu-San fandom.

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Homura-Chan is a Porn Actress- Although nothing is stated outright, it is heavily implied in her first episode appearance that she is a porn actress as Osomatsu finds a porn movie and seems surprised by the cover before going on to have a conversation with Jyushimatsu which Jyushi ultimately avoids.

Karamatsu Wears Contacts- A fun fact that few in the fandom seem to remember is that Karamatsu wears contact lenses. Although he (and all the Matsuno Brothers) have brown eyes, he wears brown contacts, but the presumed reason he wears contacts is because circle contacts (mainly worn by cosplayers and Japanese teen girls) make eyes look bigger and cuter- which is why Osomatsu insults him for wearing them.

Episode 3.5- Also titled “Episode 3.5: Virgin Heroes”, an episode was created to be put on home media releases to replace the 1st episode due to the ban. It is chronologically after Episode 3 but before Episode 4 and has two segments. The first segment features the F6 in a parody commercial, with the second focusing on Choromatsu seeing a group of college kids having a barbecue and being visited by the Cherry Boys (the other five Matsuno brothers in Power-Ranger parody outfits)

BLMatsu- A fandom term for incest ships involving the Matsuno brothers romantically or sexually. BL stands for Boys Love, which is a popular anime and manga term for gay male pairings typically aimed at women. Common ships include OsoChoro and KaraIchi.

Broken Heart Tongue- A small detail in the series is that whenever Jyushimatsu is depicted smiling, his tongue is in the shape of a heart, but in the episode “Jyushimatsu’s Girlfriend” when Jyushimatsu is crying at Chibita’s Oden stand, his tongue is a broken heart.

Matsus Unknown Age- The brothers’ age has never been specified in the Osomatsu-San anime. They are said to “not be older than 24 or 25” and that their parents have been married 24 years and they were born soon after, so they have been assumed to be around 24 but it has never been confirmed.

Girlymatsus not Related- A common misconception in the fandom is that the Girlymatsus are sisters, or the earlier fan theory in Season 1 that they are the Matsuno brothers in drag- but the Girlymatsus were later confirmed just to be friends.

An Anecdote With Horses- An exclusive episode made in collaboration with the Japan Racing Association (JRA) which aired on December 16th, 2016 which featured skits of the Matsuno brothers racing horses.

English Dub Production Issues- After Viz Media acquired the rights to Osomatsu-San, it came out in September 2020 that the English Dub of Osomatsu-San was delayed to be reworked as well as having to replace Christopher Niosi (Choromatsu’s original VA) with Sean Chiplock, due to abuse allegations which Christopher later confessed to.

4th ED is the only ED without stop-motion- While the majority of the Osomatsu-San ending themes feature stop-motion using a variety of items such as toys, clothing, and food; the 4th ending (the second ending of the second season) uses slow-motion footage of paint being dumped onto busts of the Matsuno brothers.

Pine Tree- The kanji for “Matsu” translates to Pine Tree, which is why the pine tree symbol is so frequent in the show’s iconography, such as in the title and on the brothers’ sweaters.

The Hipipo Tribe and The Glistening Fruit- The first of two movies released to celebrate the sixth anniversary of the anime, which features the brothers journeying to find a fruit which grants wishes before encountering the Hipipo Tribe.

Hatabou’s Meat- In the episode “Tell Us, Hatabou”, Hatabou sells meat out of a variety of vendors, but when the brothers ask what kind of meat it is he refuses to answer. Earlier in the episode his employees try to boot him from the company, which leads to his new business venture, implying that the meat is of his former employees though it is never stated outright within the show.

The Soul’s Takoyaki Party and The Legendary Sleepover Party- The second of the two movies released to celebrate the sixth anniversary of the anime, which features the brothers hosting a takoyaki (grilled dough balls with octopus inside with a variety of toppings) party which turns into a sleepover.

Hair Color Change- In the original series Osomatsu-Kun, both the 60s and 80s, the brothers had brown hair but in Osomatsu-San they are depicted with black hair.

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May 24th- The Birthday of the Matsuno Brothers.

Fandubs- Due to the long development time and many delays of the official English Dub, there are multiple fandom dubs of the anime.

Fan Vocaloids- The Osomatsu-San fandom has many popular fan vocaloid covers, some of the most well-known including Matryoshka, Normie Eradication Committee, Rolling Girl, and LOVE 1000%.

Hesokuri Wars/Tabimatsu- Also known as “Osomatsu-San Hesokuri Wars -Battle of the NEETS-“ is tower-defense style strategy mobile game that was released in Japan in 2016 and later being released in English in 2017, before being shut down on October 2nd of 2022 to make way for Tabimatsu. Players would choose a team of 10 characters to fight through stages, with dozens of exclusive events and character variations being released. Many popular AUs in the fandom were inspired by sets released for Hesokuri Wars.

Each Brother’s Name Meaning- Osomatsu translates to lame, or Osoi which means slow- referring to him being the most “basic” of the brothers and lazy. Kara can mean emptiness, referring to his narcissism and chasing his brothers’ approval. Choroi translates to simple, referring to his more average personality. Ichimatsumuyo means checkered pattern (along the lines of a Go board). Jyushimatsu translates to society finch, which are known to be kind like Jyushi. Todomatsu meaning Manchurian fir or “finally”, as “finally” was his catchphrase in the original 60s anime.

Jyushimatsu’s Catchphrase Change- In the first season Jyushimatsu’s main catchphrase was “Muscle Muscle, Hustle Hustle” but in season two and onwards, it was changed more to “Booeh.” There wasn’t any explanation given by the show staff as to why it was changed.

Letter’s Contents- The entire letter Choromatsu had written in “Letter” was never revealed, with only one or two lines spoken by Choromatsu at the beginning of the skit describing what he’d written before later modifying it, leading fans to speculate exactly what was written.

Brothers are pure evil- At the end of the episode “Godmatsu”, in order to defeat Godmatsu the brothers combine their darkness to create Akamatsu. Once Godmatsu is defeated, they absorb only Akamatsu back into themselves, therefore only being made of their evil self. This possibly explains their more violent nature after this point in the series.

AOP Breakup- AOP is an idol group that formed in 2012 under the agency Nikkei Entertainment. The group created multiple songs for the anime, including the theme songs “Zenryoku Batankyu wa Yoiko Dake”, “Hanamaru Pippi wa Yoiko Dake”, “Maboroshi Wink”, and “nice to NEET You!” On December 14th, 2020 the band stated they would be ceasing activities before disbanding in 2021.

Sakurai Drama- Takahiro Sakurai is the original VA for Osomatsu who admitted in 2022 to having cheated on his wife for 10 years, planning to eventually marry his affair partner. Due to this scandal, Osomatsu-San content has been delayed for the past two years.

Religionmatsu- A popular AU which depicts the Matsu brothers as gods, devils, angels, and clergymen. One of the few AUs which was created by the fandom and not inspired by a Hesokuri Wars set.

Sickfics- A fanfiction genre in which one character cares for another who is sick. These fanfics are particularly popular in the Osomatsu-San fandom because of the episode “We Caught a Cold” in which all of the brothers catch a cold and each have a moment to care for the others.

Matsuno Family Dependents- A “wallpaper simulator” type mobile game where the player collects variants of the Matsu brothers and raises them.

Dekapanman- A Parody of Anpanman in which Dekapan dresses up as a hero that gives items from pants to children which was significantly censored due to the controversy and copyright infringement caused by the parody.

Shueisha Manga- Beginning in 2016, a manga series was released alongside the anime. Published by Shueisha in the magazine You from 2016 to 2018 then Cookie from 2018 to 2020 with 10 volumes of stories not featured in the anime.

Only Child Theory- Theory that states that Osomatsu is an Only child with a personality disorder that causes him to develop different personalities that are “his brothers”. As the first known sextuplets to have been born and all survive were born in 1974, many years after the original 60s anime aired. The skit “Sanematsu” is often used as proof for this theory.

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Stage Shows- “Osomatsu-San on Stage: SIX MEN’S SHOW TIME” is a musical adaptation of the original anime, with three seasons matching the anime and having been released on home media.

Episode 10 Controversy- There are some reports of Episode 10 causing controversy upon release for having characters transition to women for personal gain. (Though I will admit, in my research I could not find any comments/posts accusing the show of being transphobic. The only slight criticism I could find was of the ending being too harsh towards Chibita and Iyami’s actions and the episode’s pacing being too slow. I am not claiming that the controversy does or does not exist, or that the episode is or isn’t offensive, I just could not find any evidence in my research of people taking offense to it.)

More Than 6 Brothers- Theory that there are more than 6 brothers as in some scenes in the anime and some promotional material it appears that there’s more than 6 brothers. Though there are episodes in the anime in which another brother is accepted into the group or created such as Godmatsu or Akamatsu.

Where is Orange Matsu?- The brothers all fit the primary (Red- Osomatsu, Yellow- Jyushimatsu, Blue- Karamatsu) and secondary (Green- Choromatsu, Purple- Ichimatsu) colors with the exception of orange as Todomatsu’s main color is pink. This has led some to theorize that there is a secret orange brother. The show creators stated that they made Todomatsu’s color pink to make his style more feminine and youthful, as well as to show that he’s intentionally trying to not fit in with his brothers by not following the same pattern.

Pazzmatsu- AKA Puzzlematsu is a match-3-tiles puzzle mobile game released in Japan in 2016 which continued until April 2018 when it was rebooted as “New Pazzmatsu”.

Doramatsu- A series of audio drama CDs that include unique stories that did not appear in the anime.

Matsus Stay Dead After S2- In the finale of Season 2, the brothers die from a plane crash and are sent to hell for their numerous misdeeds. This theory posits that the brothers stayed dead after the end of season two and that season three is their personal hell. This is a joke theory to explain season three’s shift in focus.

Osomatsu-San the Live-Action Movie- A Live-Action movie with a unique story based on Osomatsu-San with members of the J-Pop group Snow Man playing the Matsu brothers.

Brothers can’t be told apart in 1st promo- In the first promotional image released for the anime, the brothers’ personalities and visual distinguishers hadn’t been ironed out yet so long-time fans of the series noticed that it’s near impossible to distinguish which brother is which in the image. The only brother that is able to be identified is the center brother holding Karamatsu’s signature glasses.

Osomatsu-Kun Grows Up- Technically Osomatsu-San is an alternate universe to the original Osomatsu-Kun series canon, as in 1993 a beer ad was published showing what the Matsu brothers became when they reached adulthood. Osomatsu becomes a salaryman, Karamatsu marries a grocer’s daughter and helps with the family business, Choromatsu becomes a policeman, Ichimatsu marries and becomes a CEO, Jyushimatsu becomes a doctor, and Todomatsu works in a fish market.

Light Novels- Osomatsu-San has spawned a handful of Light Novels and short stories with plots not included in the anime. Examples include: Osomatsu-San the Beforematsu and Aftermatsu, VS Kochikame, and Shut Up Osomatsu.

April Fools- To celebrate April Fools, Osomatsu-San has released multiple fake announcements and fake Tabimatsu sets. This includes the 2015 announcement that the series would be releasing a new Osomatsu-Kun project, the 2017 announcement that a live-action adaptation starring the Byplayers would replace the anime, and the 2019 Tabimatsu set with a Irasutoya art style.

Yamano to Matsuno- The last name of the family was originally Yamano but was changed to Matsuno last minute as Yamano was considered a more “generic” last name.

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Date or Work- Also known as “Osomatsu-San the Game” is an adventure game released in Japan in 2017 for the PSVita. The story has you play as a heroine who gets calls and texts from the brothers asking for advice on their quest to get a job.

Karamatsu is Bisexual- In the first Osomatsu-San movie Karamatsu says “Sorry to keep you waiting, Karamatsu girls and boys!” Also in a drama CD Karamatsu reads off a love poem that he wrote to a male convenience store worker named Kumada Youji. It’s still debated whether the drama CD is canon to the anime and if the line in the movie was just referring to his fans in a non-romantic or sexual sense.

Recycled Scripts- Some of the episodes such as “Iyami, Alone in the Wind”, “ESP Kitty”, and ”The Life of Chibita’s Flower” were based off of chapters of Osomatsu-Kun modified to fit the series. Some skits from Season 3 were also based off of Doramatsu tracks.

Do Matsu’s Smoke?- A topic of debate in the Western fandom, Karamatsu is shown to smoke in multiple episodes and Osomatsu has been shown to be surrounded by cigarette boxes previously but it hasn’t been stated whether the other four brothers smoke.

Brothers had freckles- In the original Akatsuka designs for the brothers, they were designed to have freckles on their cheeks as well as other different facial features. These were changed to make the faces look more cute and easier to draw.

Ichi’s Personality given to Todomatsu- Ichimatsu’s Personality was going to be more snarky and rude than his current more doom and gloom. His characterization was instead given to Todomatsu by Miyu Irino’s suggestion, thinking that the youngest brother being catty would be funnier.

Life-Sized Statues- For the 2016 Summer Wonder Festival, the company Figurex 3D printed life-size statues of the six brothers, with smaller versions of the figures being sold at the event as well. While some have reappeared at Osomatsu-San events, such as the Ichimatsu figure, some have not been seen since their original showcase; this has led fans to search for the statues current locations. There is a link to buy one of the statues from one of the Japanese websites that first reported the event, but the link is now dead and leads to an error page.

Osomatsu-Kun Video Game- AKA “Osomatsu-Kun: Nonsense Theater” is a platforming video game released for the Sega Mega Drive in 1988 based on the original Osomatsu-Kun manga to promote the upcoming anime. The game only had a total of three levels with confusing level design and bad controls that caused it to gain an infamous reputation. It has recently gained a cult following as a kusoge (a Japanese video game that is celebrated for its awful quality.)

Cheaper by the Dozen- The manga was originally loosely based on the TV Show “Cheaper By the Dozen” (an American film from 1950 about a couple and their 12 children) with there being 12 children, but Akatsuka found it too hard to fit 12 characters in a single panel so he decided to cut the amount in half. Eventually changing it to be identical sextuplet brothers.

Denki Mystery- A popular AU that started as a Hesokuri Wars set. As opposed to other Hesokuri Wars sets, Denki Mystery had an entire storyline based on mystery novels, David Lynch films, and Japanese horror.

Iyami + Dekapan Made By Akatsuka’s Assistant- Both the characters Iyami and Dekapan were created by Fujio Akatsuka’s Assistant and later added to the manga.

Rice balls are Govt plants/Destroy NEETS Theory- Theory that the Riceballs were created by the government to reform NEETs to be functioning members of society.

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Six Same Faces #3 Song in Japan- On the week of December 28th, 2015 the song SIX SAME FACES ～今夜は最高!!!!!!~ (the first ending song of the first season) reached #3 on the Billboard Hot 100 in Japan, following the album’s release on December 16th, 2015.

Clone Theory- Theory that states that the brothers were cloned from Osomatsu. (I will admit I cannot find my previous evidence of this theory, if anyone does have proof of someone creating this theory or evidence for the theory please let me know.)

Sheeh Was a Real Trend- Iyami’s catchphrase/punchline used to be a cultural meme when Osomatsu-Kun was big in Japan. Famous figures to imitate Iyami include Godzilla and John Lenon from The Beatles.

VR Game- A virtual reality game collab that ran in Anime Plaza Machida and Adore’s Sunshine Store from 2017 to 2018 in which the player would hang out with the Matsu brothers in the bathhouse. It was later released theatrically as “Movies in VR!” in 2018 with “Evangelion: Another Impact”.

Fesmatsu- To celebrate each season’s release, a festival was thrown which would feature live action skits performed by the voice cast.

Todo is the hardest to animate- According to some of the animators who worked on the first season of the anime, Todomatsu was the hardest to animate of the six brothers because of his more feminine and youthful mannerisms.

Pachinko Games- Pachinko (an arcade gambling game) Games made in collaboration with Osomatsu-San, typically reusing animation from the anime though some have original animation exclusive to particular pachinko games. Examples include: Pachislot: Osomatsu-San, Pachislot: Osomatsu-San ~The Surprise~, & CR Osomatsu-San THE Drum.

Korean Dub Censorship- Due to South Korea’s strict censorship laws, Osomatsu-San was heavily censored by completely removing shots or scenes that featured characters being nude or wearing swimsuits. Some of the ridiculous censoring goes to the point where if a character is wearing a bikini, the entire screen will be cropped to only show their chin and up. Any scenes including nudity, swearing, violence, and sexual references were cut from airing or censored to hell and back (which to be fair is 99% of Osomatsu-San.)

Browser Games- Games that were available through Yahoo, some which were ported to AU SmartPass in the Osomatsu-San NEET Collection. Some examples include: Quiz Battle, Pleasing Totoko-Chan, & Osomatsu-SAN’s Black Factory.

Love Letter Board Game- A board game which players play as the brothers trying to woo Totoko-Chan.

*Matsuno Official Sex Toys- In collaboration with Kanojo Toys, a Japanese adult toy manufacturer, two dildos replicating Ichimatsu’s and Jyushimatsu’s canon lengths were released. The items were meant to be gag gifts but sold better than expected. The official website mocking Jyushimatsu’s girth and Ichimatsu’s length. “Hand massagers” of the other four brothers were also released. I hope y’all like this iceberg because now I’m being aggressively marketed at Japanese sex toys for researching everything on here.

S3E10 Aired on Crunchyroll before Japan- The tenth episode of the third season of the anime was delayed from airing as the channel was broadcasting the TV Tokyo Live 2020 U.S. Women’s Open which had previously been delayed due to rain. Though due to an error, the episode was released on time on streaming platforms early.

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Dmatsu-San- An internet series animated with Flash that aired on NTT DoComo to tie in with season 2 of the anime. The series includes 12 episodes, each at a minute’s length. Each episode features one of the sextuplets interacting with either Totoko or Iyami.

# of Dayons- In the episode “Let’s Get a Job” the brothers work in a factory that is revealed to be creating Dayons or clones of Dayon- as well as in the episode “Dayon Tribe” it’s shown that there’s an entire society living within Dayon’s stomach. This has led fans to question how many Dayons there are in the world of the anime, or if every appearance of Dayon is a different Dayon.

Sheeh-Wave- An internet radio series with the VA for Iyami interviewing other voice actors in character as Iyami. Having two seasons with the first airing from 2015 to 2016 and the second airing from 2017 to 2018 broadcast on Animate.TV.

*PASH Reveals Matsunos fetishes- In a magazine interview with the VAs for the Matsu brothers, each of their VAs had to guess their character’s fetish. Osomatsu- Boobs, Karamatsu- “As long as there’s love”, Choromatsu- “I won’t say” or humiliation as said in a Drama CD, Ichimatsu- Paw pads, Jyushimatsu- “Eh?”, Todomatsu- legs and bellybutton wrinkles.

2 Withheld Skits- 2 skits that were removed after the Dekapanman apology. Presumably parodies of other Japanese children’s media, but no information about what they were have been released.

The Red String of Fate Lost Fan Song- A fan vocaloid that was released on YouTube and Niconico Douga that featured a thumbnail with the sextuplets laying in a circle with a red string connecting them together. The red string wraps around Osomatsu’s finger and forms a heart in Todomatsu’s hands. The song had the brothers sing about their connection together before bursting into tears at the song’s climax. The video has been taken down since 2020 and is now lost media.

*Fetishmatsu- The part of the Osomatsu-San community that creates fetish media featuring Osomatsu-San characters. Please take caution when researching further, because I’m not messing up my search history any further.

*Live-Action Matsu Porn- Osomatsu-San being such a popular series, multiple live-action porn videos featuring the Osomatsu-San characters (mainly featuring Karamatsu & Ichimatsu). Examples include: Karamatsu Maturbates for You, IchiKara Hajimeyo!, and Ichimatsu Spanks It.

*Amputee Karamatsu- An infamous piece of fetishmatsu art that depicts Karamatsu with his legs cut off.

Osomatsu-Sanpo- A Pokemon-GO style game where players would find and catch different variations of the sextuplets through AR on their mobile device. It only ran from February to September 2017.

Swimsuit Hesokuri Set- An unreleased Hesokuri set which has the Matsu brothers wearing pretty plain-looking one-piece bathing suits. Possibly used for testing out game mechanics in updates.

What Does Sheeh Mean?- Iyami’s catchphrase which he will scream out when surprised. When asked what the phrase meant, Fujio Akatsuka never answered, leaving the phrase a mystery to this day.

*IchiKara Endurance Battle- An infamous doujinshi piss fic with Ichimatsu and Karamatsu having an “endurance battle.” Please take caution when researching further.

*Periodmatsu- An image of a Matsu brother drawn in period blood on someone’s thigh posted by the account “Periodmatsu”. It is debated whether the image was faked or real. Often confused for Period Drama Osomatsu-San, an episode from the second season of the anime.

*Banana Milky Way (Meiboku)- An infamous beastiality doujinshi with Ichimatsu and the tiger from S1E10.

*Assault Machine Gun- An infamous 2016 doujinshi by Tellmin in which the Matsu brothers are sexually assaulted and r*ped for not being able to pay their debts to Chibita.

Rejected Bathhouse Quiz Short- A rejected skit from “Christmas Osomatsu-San”. Airing only at the 2017 Spring Nationwide Invitational Screening Festival alongside clips of each Matsu brother depending on which room you entered. Now considered to be lost media.

*Todokaras- An infamous member of the fandom that scammed their fans/followers, groomed minors, promoted beastiality, abused animals, and claimed victimhood. This is just *some* of their behavior. Please take caution when researching further.

Thank you all for all of your support and patience, if you have any questions I will try to answer to the best of my ability!

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year ago

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Dude, Absolutely write more about Steve and his 200 year old boyfriend. I wanna see into their life together more. Does Y/N become part of the avengers? What’s an average day for the two of them? What do the other Avengers think of them together? Has Steve ever called Y/N daddy out in public or in earshot of the other Avengers on accident? How inseparable are they? Anything you can come up with I’ll love man. Your writings so damn good!

Steve Rogers x Male reader

Headcanons

I was honestly so in love with the kinktober prompt with Steve and his 200-year-old lover, so I got excited when I got this request. Let’s say his hero name is Titan, just to have some old school sounding name.

The morning after your reunion, the two of you just laid in Steves bed, basking in each other’s presence and the fact that you were both alive.

After many kisses, from pecks to deep tongue filled kisses, and after a few rounds of Steve riding you again, as he was so taken with the fact that he finally could, you two finally talked.

You explained to him how you were a mutant, and how sorry you were for never telling him, how it had never crossed your mind to do so. And he apologized for throwing his life away like that, and leaving you the way he did.

Over the next couple of weeks, you stay in his apartment, even when Steve goes out to do avenger work or do stuff for SHIELD. He is always so tense when he walks in through the door, but he quickly finds you and crawls into your lap with a sighed “Daddy”, as if your presence alone is enough to calm him.

During this time, you introduce him to the future better than anyone else is able too, even rewarding him for being such a good student, just for the fun of it. You also end up telling him not to trust SHIELD, as you’ve seen who is involved with it, and what they do.

The Avengers team just assume Steve is uncomfortable with the future, and that’s why he’s always rushing home after missions or meetings, but in reality its to get home to you. When days are too rough, all he needs is you to squeeze him so tight his vision starts blurring and he’s left lightheaded.

He needs his daddy to take him out of his head, to take away his duty as Captain America, and just let him be your boy. Being with you is refreshing in the way that you always see him as Steve before you see him as Captain America, you’ll always see him as your boy before anything else.

The avengers first discover your existence during the attack on New York, as there is no way in hell you’ll allow your boy to run around on his own, especially not when you have more than a hundred years of experience than any of the members of the Avengers.

So, imagine their surprise when you come crashing in on your motorcycle, throw it right at a cluster of enemies, and immediately start tearing through the enemies with extreme skill.

I haven’t decided if you have any powers except for extreme strength, regeneration, no aging, the likes. But if you want, you can imagine the reader having any powers you want.

When everything is done and over with, the team, except for Steve, tenses when you start marching towards them. Seeing how you ripped apart the aliens with as much difficulty as one would a sheet of paper, they are on edge.

That is until you walk right past Tony, right past Natasha, right past all of them, walking right towards Steve. Whose face you take in your hands and start turning him this way and that, checking him over for injuries.

They’re all speechless to a certain degree, some more than others, especially when they see Steve start smiling and blushing like some kind of fair maiden.

Tony pulls a whole “are you guys also seeing this”, especially when you kiss Steve out of nowhere, and Steve almost arches into it, forgetting his shield somewhere on the ground to clutch onto you like a couple in an action movie.

Tony ends up being the one clearing his throat and being all “soooo… you gonna introduce us?” to get Steve and your attention.

Steve almost ends up introducing you as his Daddy, but he catches himself the last second and introduces you as his lover from before the war. When they want to know how you’re still alive, you just shrug and say you’re a mutant and you go by Titan.

After that you just kinda start hanging around the tower, but you aren’t an official part of the team. You don’t want to work for SHIELD, and you don’t want to work for the government. you’re also technically an honorary member of the X-men, a role you take seriously.

You end up getting along pretty well with the rest of the team, as you can take an interest in at least some of the things they are all into. You especially get along well with Tony, when you tell him you knew his father, and that he was a huge tool.

Seeing Steve with a man means that most of them need to change up the mental image they had of Steve, but seeing how happy and domestic you guys are, it’s clear it’s been a long-lasting relationship that just wasn’t in the history books.

If you guys end up rescuing Bucky and fixing him up without the whole civil war situation, you all end up just kinda living at the tower. You have your own apartment in Brooklyn, but its mainly for storage or if you and Steve need to go somewhere without anyone with super hearing nearby.

In the end its Bucky that exposes you guys for your title thing, as Steve has been too embarrassed to do it out in public the way you guys used too, and you respect his wants and needs.

It’s said in a very casual conversation too. Something along the lines of Bucky asking Steve “so, where’s was your daddy going this week anyway?” after you left to help the X-men. It causes a laugh from some of your teammates, as they think it’s a joke, until they see the blush on Steves face.

They’d think it’s just a kink for the bedroom in the beginning, until they start paying attention and hearing Steve mumble it to you when he needs comfort or reassurance. That’s when they learn its much more than just a kink.

It’s a way for Steve to give up all the pressure and responsibilities he feels in his life, for him to feel small and protected, to feel cared for, no matter what mistakes he may make. Its also there to reassure you that you are wanted and needed, that there is someone who loves you so deeply they want you to carry such a title to them.

Most of your team doesn’t really get it, but most of them have probably also seen weirder in their lives. Steve is also still a very private person in that regard, so it doesn’t call you that out in public, and you don’t make him.

Steve does allow himself to be more affectionate and vulnerable with you when your teammates are around, since they to some degree know what kind of relationship you guys have.

Like sitting in your lap on the couch when the team has movie nights, or letting you serve him dinner, or leaning against your chest when you hug him from behind. Or the times he is unsure of what to do in certain situations, and he looks at you for guidance.

Bucky is the calmest about it, since he remembers it from the 40s, and he had been around when it all started out. He didn’t have a title like you did, but he had seen how much comfort it brought you two, so he never questioned it.

So, all in all, the team accepts it as a dynamic you two have that they don’t really get involved with. Your knowledge helps them take down Hydra, and keeps lotsa the drama that happens in the movies from happening. Steves daddy didn’t just save him, but a lot of his teammates and innocent lives. Yay for Steves daddy.

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too-much-tma-stuff · 9 months ago

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How Different Is It (part 18.5)

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Tim left Jason and Danny’s apartment with a tupperware of cinnamon rolls and a fresh loaf of bread after the confrontation with Danny and Jason, and shot a quick text to Dick assuring him everything was fine and Tim would share details later, and to Alfred asking about a vacation. Then he turned off his phone before they could text him back. He had had enough of emotions for today and he just wanted to go home and see Kon. To talk, and maybe spar, and try and make sense of what he had just seen.

He sped back to Titan’s tower, he could have called on Kon for a lift, and been home faster of course but he wanted to clear his head on his own. He thought it had worked, at least until he slammed the door with enough force to make himself wince. Huh, he hadn’t meant to do that, clearly he was more upset then he realized.

He winced again when he heard the woosh of air that meant the unusual noise had summoned Kon. Damn that super hearing, nothing got past him.

“Are you okay?” Kon asked, looking over Tim worriedly.

“Yes,” He snapped, before amending quickly. “No, but I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Can we just spar? I have some… stuff to work out. Only if you’re up to it?”

“Of course we can! Come on. Weapons or hand to hand?”

“Hand to hand,” Robin decided as they walked together up to the roof top sparring room. “And stay grounded please.” Sometimes Kon using some flight was a fun challenge to get up to him, today Tim would just find it frustrating.

“I’ll keep it as no-powers as I can,” Kon promised, holding up his hand in a pledge which made Tim's lips twitch up in a smile. He loved the sincerity in Kon, it was so… sweet.

“Thanks Kon,” Tim said, his shoulders already relaxing in preparation for the fight. He tolled them comfortably, his neck to, limbering up for the upcoming spar.

He avoided common areas on the way up, except for slipping into the deserted kitchen for just a moment to leave the food, most of the time sparring was a group activity with those not in the fight cheering from the sidelines, but today Robin didn't want an audience.

They reached the sparring room without anyone seeing them and Tim hopped up onto the mats, waiting for Kon to come join him. When his… partner drifted up Robin didn't wait for the usual formalities of sparring before lunging in, immediately on the offensive. Kon kept his motions to a human speed as he dodged and kicked though it was performative more than anything.

Robin jumped over the leg and kicked back, he didn't pull his punches fighting Kon and normally would think nothing of it. This time though, he hesitated which meant he missed, an event which startled them both so badly that Tim stumbled and Kon missed catching him.

“Robin… are you sure you're okay?” Kon asked worriedly but Tim ignored the question. He used the momentary distraction to push himself up and used that momentum to go on the attack again. He struck without hesitation this time and knew as usual that his knuckles would be now bruised then Kon’s skin. Kon barely responded, he grabbed Tim's arm and swung him around making him skid back before he ran forward again.

He forced himself not to hesitate even as he more deeply analyzed how this felt then he ever had before, was fully aware of the impact of his feet and fist on the flesh of the man he loved. Because despite what everyone thought he was aware of his feelings for Kon. It was just… complicated.

By the time Robin finally stood still they were both breathing heavily, and Tim felt a little bit better. He sighed and ran his hands back through his fair, nodded to Kon and then wandered off the mat, sitting down on the edge of the mat and crossed his legs. After a moment Kon came and sat down next to Tim quietly.

“So, are you ready to talk?” Kon asked after a bit of comfortable silence.

“Ya, Ya I guess so. But you have to keep it to yourself alright? I don’t want anyone else on the team to know it’s a-” He struggled for a moment to think of what to say. “A family matter.”

“Of course. I won’t tell anyone. If you don’t want to talk about it here we can go somewhere else,” Kon offered.

“No that’s alright,” Tim said, shaking his head. “We’re alone right?”

“Ya, we are,” Kon confirmed, he would hear if anyone was eavesdropping.

“Alright,” He was quiet again for a minute trying to figure out how best to say this before deciding to just spit it out. “I saw Jason hit Danny yesterday.”

“What?!” Kon spluttered, his eyes wide and confused.

“They have an agreement, because Danny is durable and heals quickly, and Jason has anger issues Jason takes his anger out on Danny. But it looks awful, Jason is so violent and Danny still bruises and bleeds.

“Nightwing and I went to try and talk about it with them, try and stage an intervention I guess? Danny was absolutely furious and made Nightwing leave immediately but he let me stay because they feel protective of me I guess. Danny explained the bit about the arrangement to me, before that I just knew that Jason hit him.

“He said that it’s no true harm, it’s a bonding thing for them even. He likened it to us sparring. He asked if knowing I can hit you as hard as I can without hurting you really helps, if it feels good to work out my frustration on you knowing I can't actually hurt you.” He sighed, combing his fingers through his hair again. “And it doesn't.

“Is that bad? I mean, he's right, it does feel good. It looks worse that Danny doesn't fight back at all but you can't fight at your full strength either when we spar so the fight you put up is performative to make me feel better more then anything, is that materially different?

“I have a feeling that if I asked you not to fight back you probably would just let me. I didn't ask earlier because I didn't want to find out, not really.”

“Ah,” Kon sounded, looking down and to the side and rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I wouldn't, if you asked. But you're not hurting me Tim, we're sparring. It's different, it's not wrong. So I guess if that's what they're doing it's not so bad it's it?”

“That's what I think too but at the same time I don't know if that's because it's true or because it's to painful to think about my brother being an abuser and me being like him,” Tim sighed and leaned against Kon’s shoulder who hesitated and then wrapped an arm around Tim’s shoulders.

“You're a good person Rob, and so is Hood. It's okay, you're not doing anything wrong when we spar, it keeps both of us sharp and… calm, and it does help me feel closer to you,” Kon assured.

“Thanks Kon. I really, I really like you, you know?” Tim said softly.

“I really like you too Tim, and when you're ready to get past those fears of commitment you know I'm here, right?” Kon asked softly.

“Right, thank you for being patient. I think it will be soon,” Tim promised, snuggling a little closer to Kon’s side.

#dc x dp #jason todd #danny phantom #dead on main #timkon #tim drake #kon el kent #Hyena!Danny AU #multi part fic #my writing #fanfiction

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phantomwitch16 · 1 year ago

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Recently I've been thinking about Hypnos and his position in Hades Hades 2. I've been seeing a lot of posts about him lately so I really want to talk about him cause to be honest, other than Zagreus, Hypnos is my favourite character in both games.

From what I've seen from Nyx's family, Hypnos seems to be the odd one out and too be fair, he quite literally is. Most if not all of his siblings are reclusive, quiet and don't keep in contact, similar to how it was with Nyx and Chaos. But Hypnos is the opposite, being quite sociable, talkative and wants to be around his mother and brothers as much as possible. In fact, that's possibly why he works at the house, likely to be closer to Nyx and his brothers. Which really makes sense, since out of all of his family, he never sees any of his other siblings save for their Nyx, Than and Charon and that was largely due to their obligations to the house. But despite his easy going demeanor, Hypnos is probably one of the most powerful gods in the house, save for Nyx given that he was able to put everyone in the house to fall asleep.

Which I imagine it was quite isolating to be doing his duties, especially since most of his siblings, notably Than, were off doing something else. At least with Than, he had the opportunity to see Nyx and Charon whenever he had the time. Which makes sense since other than sleep and death being two sides of the same coin, there isn't much else that keeps Hypnos connected with his family and its likely what made him want to take a job as a receptionist, despite how bored he generally is at it.

It's sad looking back on first game when he's being talked down to by Than and Nyx for having a difficult time to get the hang of doing essentially two full time jobs. Thankfully by the end of the game, he's managed to become much more capable in managing both jobs and having a better relationship with his family.

But this has made me wonder if working as the receptionist had a drastic affect on him in the second game. He's practically in a comatose state and has been like that since before Chronos attacked, since Mel was a baby and it's one of the biggest questions of the community.

I have a few ideas what could've happened to him and the possibly larger role he many have within Hades.

I haven't watch the technical test and frankly i don't want to know too much until the game comes out on the switch, but i think Hecate was down at the house was partly due to Hypnos' condition and maybe to see Mel as well. Because frankly it would be a large part of concern for everyone to come across Hypnos and being unable to wake him up. So she comes to examine him and while there, Chronos escaped, leading her to escape with Hypnos, Melinoe and the portrait.

As for what could've put Hypnos into that sleep, it could've been possible that he was doing so well before the events of the Hades 2. There could've been a large influx of souls and some additional preparation for Melinoe's birth that caused a lot of tension in the house. Or else, he received a terrible vision. In Greek Mythology, Hypnos had a great connection with handling the visions and prophecies. Mainly delivering them from Apollo or other Gods to prophets such as the Oracle of Delphi, alongside his sons. It could be possible that Hypnos received a vision from someone that influenced him to go into a deep sleep.

With him being asleep since then, it's likely that he's only been sleeping. However, it could be possible that Hypnos could be aiding those who were left behind or helping Mel and the others in the Crossroads? Such preventing other enemies to spawn alongside Chronos or putting those left behind in a deep sleep so that they won't feel pain or be controlled by the Titan.

What i find most interesting is his connection with Melinoe. From the get-go, we're already well aware that Mel looks up to Hypnos and finds him fascinating which makes sense. In mythology, Melinoe was not only had a connection to Hecate and ghosts, but one with sleep, specifically bringing about nightmares and madness.

With this connection to him, Mel could possibly interact with Hypnos in her dreams or wake him from his slumber. Or if those who were in the house were under his control, Hypnos could lull them into a sleep and Mel could wake them up by inducing a terrible nightmare that could shake off whatever control Chronos has over them.

I don't know if Hypnos might still have his old job by the end of the second game but considering with Mel could intercept dreams, I think that he would get a promotion by overseeing her duties or training her in those aspects of her abilities, probably punishing those worthy of those nightmares or aiding him in handing out prophecies.

I highly doubt that all of this would be used in the game but its a nice idea.

#hades 2 #hades game #hades melinoe #hades the game #hades nyx #hades thanatos #hades hecate #hades hypnos

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crownofgildedlilies · 1 year ago

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tellin' myself i can always do with out it -> cool about it [3]

in which: a son of jupiter can't remember the life he lost to time and circumstance. or the daughter of mercury he lost, too.

pairing: jason grace x daughter of mercury!roman!reader

warnings: cursing, angst, threats of violence, actual violence

word count: 6.6k

a/n: I simply cannot talk enough about this fic. also, reminder, this has a nonlinear plot!

one two [three] four

Thunderstorms sent your blood singing.

The drop in temperature, the racing winds, the sound of torrential rain and striking lighting. You loved it all. When you were little, sometimes the only sense of stability and routine you had would be the clap of thunder following the bolt of electricity arcing from the skies.

You loved thunder.

But thirty seconds ago, there hadn’t been a cloud in sight.

You had noticed the change in the air instantly, maybe even quicker than your half-siblings seated around the Mess Hall table with you, arguing over where the best vacation spot would be, if demigods could safely vacation.

"Somewhere warm!"

"Somewhere with a view!"

"Somewhere with lots of tourists to pickpocket."

"This is why us kids of Mercury have a bad name, Reggie."

The storm was centralized over the field set aside for War Games, which piqued your curiosity even more, because you knew Jason volunteered to oversee the group assigned to clean the shrapnel from the grass.

There had been some disgruntled comments over the fact that you hadn’t been assigned clean-up duty, considering it was entirely your doing during the last games that led to so much damage on the field. Jason had stepped in to settle the issue, and somehow ended up leading the group.

He's always sticking up for her, a daughter of Mars named Janis that followed after Octavian like a leashed dog had muttered. It’s not fair that the Praetor has favorites.

And though Janis had meant to insult you, you took the comment with a smile full of sharp teeth. Because you couldn’t exactly deny that you were one of Jason’s favorites, and the fact was so far from upsetting.

"All you, Centurion," Your half-sister snickered, shoving your shoulder in the direction of the vicious storm. And really, you couldn't deny that you were probably the only one capable of breaching the gale force winds to calm the source at its heart.

Meaning, no one but you could get close to Jason when he was in such a state.

"Pride of the Praetor!" Another sibling shouted as you stood, and they should have counted themselves lucky that you were more worried about finding Jason and not launching the remains of your lunch at them in retaliation. Your face flushed, but you didn't give any reaction beyond your middle finger extending over your shoulder as you turned to leave.

You would be lying if you said that you didn't walk just a little faster than typical towards the source of the storm. The alarms hadn't been raised, so it wasn't an attack, but the wind had picked up and rain was hammering the ground in an almost perfect circle, a ring of soaked Romans clad in purple standing at the edge.

"It's bad, this time," Rico, a fellow member of the Fifth Cohort, winced when he saw you approach, his dark hair stuck up in every direction from the wind, his hands wringing the rain from hem of his shirt. "Like, bad. You sure you want to go in there?"

You made a low sound in the back of your throat, almost like a hum, more similar to a warning. Through the haze of the rain, you could see Jason hunched on the ground, right in the eye of the storm. Head tucked between his knees, shoulders heaving with his heavy breaths.

"You think this is bad?" You settled on asking, tone almost scoffing. Rico shot you a glance, like he couldn't believe careful, curated Praetor Grace could get much worse. "You should have seen him after Krios almost killed me."

Rico shuddered at the mention of the Titan, killed only a few short months back. Or maybe it was at the memory of war, but maybe it was at the memory of how Jason had nearly torn down all of Mount Tamalpais after the battle, searching for your injured body in the rubble.

"Henry almost got blasted just now." Rico tried to counter, after a moment, nodding his head in the direction of the storm crackling with lightning every few seconds.

"Henry probably deserved it," You said flatly, not missing a beat and tugging an elastic from your wrist to tie back your hair. It wouldn't do you any good, flying around in your face while you fought to get to Jason through the storm.

A dozen feet to your left, Henry let out an offended 'hey!', but you had already grit your teeth and stepped into the bubble of chaos.

Towards Jason. Always, to him.

Rico murmured something about you being crazy, probably for being stupid enough to dive headfirst into one of angry Jason's thunderstorms, but you had never really seen him as a scary son of Jupiter.

The myths about the king of the gods were… less than flattering. Egotistical, paranoid, cheating, lying, lord of the heavens, Jupiter.

But your Jason? He was all that was good in the world.

A protector, a fighter, a total sweetheart. Real pretty, too.

And yet, as he sat in the middle of swirling winds and torrential rains that no one wanted to get close to, you saw his father in him.

The anger, the depths of power. It was, always, all in Jason. Hidden, yes, under his bright smile and caring temperament, but there, nonetheless.

The anger wasn’t enough to scare you off. You weren’t sure anything about him would be enough to do that. Besides, hadn't you shown him time and time again just how relentlessly angry you could be?

And he still stayed. Still paid for your coffees in New Rome and let you borrow his books on military strategy, which you would have found unendingly dry if it weren't for his annotations, written in blue ink in the margins. Sometimes, you found yourself reading his thoughts more than the actual text.

Once, he’d written your name at the bottom of the page, next to a star, and when you had asked him about it he had flushed and claimed it was a reminder to himself to ask your opinions on the strategy listed.

You could have kissed him right there. You should have.

He wasn’t a bad guy. He just had rotten luck in fathers and temperament when pushed too far.

So you planted your feet in the dirt and fought against the winds and rain to get to him. You didn’t even care that you had an audience, or that your clothes stuck to your body with the sudden onslaught of rain and storm chilling you to the bone.

All that mattered, ever, was Jason.

Reaching where he sat, tucked tightly in on himself, you dropped into the spot beside him, so close your knee dug into his thigh.

The moment you joined him, he turned to face you with red-rimmed eyes, and the sight was enough to clench your heart in a cold, fearful fist. Anger knitted his brows together, a wolf’s snarl on his lips, but it all softened when he saw it was you beside him.

You had expected him to be angry, yes, but you had rarely ever seen the total fury that now shone bright in his eyes.

"Jase?" You had to shout to be heard over the wind, but your voice still came out quiet. Instantly, the winds died around you, though they raged in the greater circle around the both of you that you had already fought through, creating a bubble of peace and serenity between you and nosy Roman onlookers.

Silence roared in your ears, a dozen sets of eyes burned holes into your back, waiting to see how Fifth's most violent calmed New Rome's most powerful.

"I don't—" Jason started, voice tight, but you stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Hold on," You murmured, then twisted in your spot to face the drenched crowd at the edge of the storm. They couldn’t hear you, not as wind and thunder still raged around the bubble Jason had granted you, but they could see you.

More importantly, they could see your middle finger, raised once more.

Fuck off and leave us be, you said in your own form of sign language.

Rico got the message first, started shoving the other Romans in the direction off of field and back towards main camp without further prompting.

“There. Better.” You hummed, turning back towards Jason. You knew things were bad, this time, like, bad as Rico had so eloquently put it when Jason didn't even humor you with a teasing, chastising grin.

You're not going to make any friends that way, he had once shook his head and smiled, fist knotted in the back of your shirt between your shoulders as he practically dragged you away from Octavian's gaggle of brainless bruisers. You had long since given up on trying to fight back against him, because he was bigger and stronger and had thoroughly kicked your ass in sparring once that day already.

Good. I don't need any other friends. I already have you, you had spat, letting yourself be led like a feral kitten picked up by the scruff of their neck by some heart-of-gold animal rescue volunteer.

Might not have me forever, Jason had suggested, and you dug your heels so deep into the ground you actually managed to force him to stop.

Don't even joke about that, Jason Grace, you had seethed, voice tight, and you had watched the panic cross his face at the lethality of your glare, the silent promise of what you would do to him if he kept making comments about his exit from your life.

Sorry, soldier. Won’t happen again, he had promised. I’ll be by your side forever.

Point was, even when he didn't exactly approve of your actions, he still granted you the privilege of his scar-flecked smile.

“Jase,” On instinct, your fingers carded through his soaked hair, moving it off his forehead for just the chance to touch him. “Baby, what happened?”

“You only ever call me that when you’re worried,” He pointed out, dodging the question. You frowned, tilting your head towards him involuntarily, as if you could physically see what was bothering him if only you moved closer.

"I am worried." You told him flatly, still trying to get him to meet your eye, wondering if maybe it would be affective if you tried to physically smooth away the anger living in the knot of his brows. "Forecast said we weren't supposed to have rain until next week."

"I don't want to talk about it," He grunted, holding his head between his hands. You told yourself it was because he was growing overwhelmed by his fury, not that he did so to stop your fingers from brushing comfortingly across his skin.

"What did Henry do?" You took a shot in the dark.

"Henry?" He asked, momentarily startled out of his frustration by the sudden, out-of-place question. He lifted his stare towards you, confusion briefly breaking up the anger displayed across his face. "Nothing."

"Right, remind me to apologize to him later." You kept your voice light, praying to gods that only ever picked and chose when they listened that he would take the bait and grin along with you.

It didn't work.

"Don't make me kick your ass for keeping secrets from me," You puffed out your chest like you ever had any hope of being intimidating to Jason. Sure, a good chunk of Camp Jupiter groaned and lamented when they learned they were going up against you in the War Games, but Jason had never.

He ducked your gaze, and your patience started dangling on a very thin thread, so you leaned to the side and placed your chin on his shoulder, proving to him that you weren't giving up so easily. Not that he needed the reminder. He had once seen you, for weeks, track down the legionnaire that had unintentionally taken your unassigned assigned seat in the Mess Hall, slightly inconveniencing her every chance you had.

Romans were known for their relentless dedication, after all.

"Jason Grace," You tried again, forcing a feigned disappointed edge to your voice. Your next step was to start whining, then maybe you would set your hand on his leg, the shortest inch above his knee. That always got him flustered, and you enjoyed rosy-cheeked Jason far more than you cared to admit. "Give me a name, at least. I wanna know who we're mad at."

He sighed, and even though he still wasn't looking at you, you took that as a victory.

"Damien," He huffed the name, hands flinching into fists atop his knees and scar flexing as he spoke.

"Oh, that dick," You cursed, grinning, because sure Damien might have been the most obnoxious son of Venus you had ever met, but he was leagues above Octavian in terms of summon a thunderstorm types of anger inducing. Jason grunted, in agreement, and you dug your chin harder into his shoulder, a silent reprimand for not looking at you. Maybe you should kiss him there, as punishment. "Why are we mad?"

We. It wasn't even a question. If someone pissed off Jason, chances are you were already plotting their demise. And if someone pissed off you? Well, that was just an average Tuesday, but Jason still had your back.

"Don't make me say it," He pleaded, the broken edge to his voice shattering through both his anger and your chest, rocking you to your core.

"Humor me." You asked, because the alternative was tracking down Damien and beating the truth out of him, but you had searched out Jason with the intentions of helping him calm down, not riling him up more.

Even if you were probably going to find Damien the moment you left the field, anyways.

He sighed, again, and lifted his stare to yours. His blue eyes were still cracking with lingering fury and rain raced down the slant of his nose, dripping off the end and falling into the soaked grass.

They said lightning never struck the same place twice. But Jason's did, scorching your heart each time he caught his gaze against yours.

And maybe that was only a metaphor, or all in your head, but his real lightning blasted a crater into the dirt thirty-some odd feet to your left, in a spot you were pretty certain had been the same one in which he had used a bolt to shred apart a water cannon during War Games, once.

“It can’t have been so bad." You reasoned, because if you stayed silent any longer, you would have done nothing but stare into his eyes for the rest of time. "I hit Damien too hard over the head during training a few weeks ago for him to think of clever insults.”

Jason offered you a dry chuckle then, darting his stare to his fists, still clenched atop his knees. Without thinking of the consequences, you settled your hand over one of his.

"He called you annoying,"

"I am annoying," You stated plainly, face twisted in confusion. While Jason had always refused to play along with your whole self-depreciating bit, he had never gotten so worked up over it. "That can't be all he said."

"I'm not saying the rest," Jason shook his head, clenching his jaw so tight you had to knot the hand that wasn't covering his fists in the hem of your shirt to keep from tracing the carved edge of it. "But it was... horrible stuff. And I would have beat the shit out of him, right here in the fields, except that new boy, Sammy, was watching all of it."

Any other day, you would have grinned and called out the Jason Grace for cursing and fighting, but the anguish in his voice was almost too much to bear. Clearly, he wasn't only mad about what Damien said about you, which was a relief.

You could fight your own battles. You didn't need the praetor doing that for you, no matter how pretty his smile was.

And you knew what he was worried about, too. Sammy was the camp's newest arrival, and the youngest they had seen in a while at only nine. You had seen him around, wobbling lips and watering, frantic eyes.

Sammy was scared, of camp, of the monsters he had already seen, of the big kids with big swords he saw at every turn.

You couldn't blame him. You had been the same way, too.

"He looked... so scared when I started yelling," Jason's voice shuddered, his face once more pinched in anger and anguish. "I didn't want him to be any more scared, and especially not of me. I'm his praetor, and I got worked up and scared him. He's going to think I'm some brute he can't trust, and—"

"I'll talk to him, later," You interrupted, because as much as you talked badly about yourself, you couldn't stand when Jason did the same. "Alright? I'll make sure he understands that Damien is a dickhead and you are the sweetest, smartest, safest fucking person in the world, who just happens to have a built in lightning show attached to his emotions."

Slowly, the remaining thunderstorm tapered out, until even the light drizzle disappeared and you were left with your golden boy under the rays of sun, just like the forecast had predicted.

Jason's shoulders briefly shook with a silent chuckle, the corners of his lips curling up the slightest bit as he turned to face you, eyes still rimmed with red but not quite as distant anymore.

"Maybe don't use those exact words. The kid's only nine." He teased, bumping his shoulder into yours and causing you to roll your eyes, a familiar and well-loved chain of events.

"I was worse when I was nine," You countered, taking his fist from his knee and pulling into your lap, eyes tracing the outline of his skin against yours.

"I can imagine," He fired back, voice quiet, distracted, as he watched you slowly ease his fist open, splaying his fingers and pressing your palms together, heels lined up, so you could see just how much larger his hand was than yours.

An old trick, but it made your face warm all the same.

"Fine," You hummed, studying how nicely his hand slotted against yours. "I'll tell him that you're the most dedicated praetor to exist—Reyna included, so she doesn't get mad at me. I'll tell him that you insist on checking my armor for me at the start of battle, even though I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself."

You sent him a pointed look, because you were capable of doing your own armor, but it was more a part of Jason's routine than any distrust of your skill, anymore.

"I'll tell him you walk me to my bunk each night to make sure no one is ever messing with me, even though the teasing comes after you leave." You made that comment just to watch him flush, finally threading your fingers through his. "And I'll tell him that your hands may summon lightning, but they are also kind and gentle and not meant only for hurting."

You turned to face him, but he was only watching how your hands fit together like they were always meant to, a conflicted look on his face. Lips slightly pursed, you had the sudden urge to kiss his pearly scar.

It was far from the first time you had dreamed of doing so, but never had you felt so close to saying fuck it and committing.

Instead, because you knew your self control hung on a thread, you leaned close to his ear, voice dropping and warm breath brushing against his damp skin.

"Besides, I think it's hot when you get all protective of me," You whispered, then blew a puff of air into his ear that had him flinching away from you, startled by the sensation.

Your head tilted back in a laugh so loud it would have carried all the way back to camp if Jason's winds had willed it. There was a flush on his cheeks, lips moving as he grumbled out complaints about you, none with any real heat, none that ever crossed any of the boundaries that protected your heart.

Still, you jumped to your feet and sprinted away from him, knowing his retaliation would be swift, imminent, and lethal. As expected, Jason stood, too, ready for the chase.

He was smiling, though. So you considered it a victory.

There had been some complaints, some valid arguments made, when you declared that you would be joining the party that would follow the Greek trireme.

"You won't be able to make the hard choice, when it comes to it," Rico had murmured, voice dropped low. Dakota wasn't stupid enough to say it to your face, but you knew he felt the same. Most of the legion did.

How could they not?

The hard choice in question involved killing Jason Grace, and you had yet to remove the key to his bunk room from around your neck, even as you readied your eagle for flight while Rico desperately tried to talk you out of it.

"Centurion, just listen to me, for a second!" He pleaded, your back to him. Takeoff was any minute now, you knew, and if you wasted time kicking Rico's ass for what he was suggesting about your Roman loyalties like you wanted to, you would miss it. Besides, you couldn’t even convince yourself where your Roman loyalties laid. "You don't have to do this to yourself—"

"Legionnaire," A commanding, familiar, and almost haunted voice called out to you. Reyna. "Leave us."

Rico nodded his head and left, and for a horrifying moment you thought that Reyna would tell you that she was ordering you to stay behind. That she bought into the fact that Jason had, of his own free will, left with the group that had destroyed the only home he ever knew, the one he knew held you.

And maybe he didn't exactly remember you, but you had to trust that his instincts ran deep. He would never hurt you.

"Rico has a point," Reyna stated, and the only thing tethering you to your body was the massive but you heard silently tacked onto the end of her sentence. "You and I both know what's at stake here. Beyond Jason Grace, beyond the borders of camp."

"Gaea is rising. And she won't care whether we're Roman or Greek when the killing starts." You confirmed. You hadn't stopped to let yourself think of anything other than the news of war the Greeks had brought. What it meant for you, for your chances of tracking down Juno and pummeling the shit out of her until she relented and gave you your Jason back.

It was a good distraction, you had to admit. And you trusted the Greeks, because Jason trusted them.

"Then I know you will do what is necessary when we find the trireme." Reyna nodded, and just as fast as she appeared she was gone, leaving you with more questions than answers and a heart made of lead.

Reyna's words echoed in your mind on a loop, all the way to Charleston.

And suddenly, you were standing in the harbor, searching through the chaos for Jason and the others, hoping against hope that after the Roman chariot had just collided with Jason midair that you would find him in one piece.

That you would find him.

Because you were certain no one else received Reyna's cryptic message.

You opted for a sword, because you always found it more useful during single combat than a lance. The moment you jumped off the back of your eagle, you had slipped from the group, knowing that you couldn't even convince Dakota that you were doing the right thing.

Fort Sumter was one hell of a piece of military history, and if you had cared much at all about American history you would have been jealous that Jason had already visited the site once before, instead of being jealous that Reyna had been the one to go with him.

But, standing on the paved walkway, your back to the trireme with Jason, Frank, and the Greek named Leo at your front, you were jealous of the screaming mortals, able to run away from the scene, guilt-free.

Jason was ten feet in front of you. The only time you had ever been on the opposite side of battle than him had been in drills. It hurt, far more than you would have thought, to have Jason hold his sword out and study you for weaknesses he should have already known about.

You favored your right side, moved your feet around too much. Dropped your elbows, too. He should have known about those factors, because he had been the one to point them out to you.

"'Morning," You called out, voice tight and knees locked, shoulders back and shield raised. And though Jason trusted him for reasons you were yet to understand, you couldn't help but pin your glare on Leo and snarl. "You blew up my city."

Children lived there. Families you knew and vowed to protect, who had humored your constant streams of questions about Jason's whereabouts and never, ever, made you feel like a monster.

You sure as hell felt like a monster, then, at the look on his face.

"If it helps, I didn't mean to," Leo called back. You barely remembered hearing him when he had spoken back in New Rome, but his tone was the same. Light, joking, not taking a damn thing seriously. Or maybe you didn't know him well enough to hear the strain in his voice.

"Maybe when I kill you, it will be an accident, too." Gods, it was like you were ten again. Making threats you didn't mean, hating people because people had always hated you.

How quickly had you reverted to the person you had been before, when Jason was no longer around to calm your temper.

"You don't mean that," Jason commented, though it sounded more so like a question than the truth that it was. "I don't know how I know, but I do."

You wanted to scream and swing your sword because Jason did know how he knew that. Years and years of following at your elbow, of teasing and conversations and comfort taught him when you were being serious and when you were bluffing.

"The killing me part or the accident part?" Leo asked, darting a glance to Jason as Frank looked like he wanted to be anywhere but beside him. "Because I'd like some clarification on which part she doesn't mean."

"We need to get to that ship," Jason ignored Leo, his stare locked on you so tightly you wanted him to close his eyes. "Please,"

"It's three against one," Leo glanced at his friends, confused, pulling a hammer from his tool belt you were beginning to realize was magic. "Frank doesn't even need to go elephant mode, and we're home free."

"Are you kidding me?" Frank glared at Leo. You could only watch the boys carefully, hands never wavering on your sword or shield as they decided on their plan of attack. You didn’t want to hurt any of them, but you would if they tried you. "You've never seen her fight. We'd be dead before I could even think of an animal to become."

"She's got powers?" Jason murmured, like the idea didn't sound right to him, but the possibility was still there. There was shouting in the distance, Romans trying to find where the three traitors standing before you had ended up.

"Skill," You clarified. And maybe your Mercury blessed speed might have counted for a power, but you would never wield it against him maliciously. You would never wield anything against him. "We've got about two and a half minutes before someone finds us, and I stop being so nice."

"Nice?" Leo questioned, darting another glance to Jason. "Bro, first Khione falls in love with you and tries to freeze you forever in her palace, then Medea wants to get me and you to kill each other because you've got the same name as her old boyfriend. Now, your old girlfriend thinks it's nice to threaten to murder me? Dude, what is it with you and scary girls?"

"Leo," Jason hissed through clenched teeth, and you knew he saw the hurt and shame and embarrassment crash over your face, but what you didn't know was if he knew what it all meant. "Shut up."

"Yeah, maybe I'll try that."

You didn't have it in you to see the humor in the situation.

"If you know me as well as Hazel claims, then you'll understand why I need to leave." Jason reasoned, taking a step towards you, and gods if you weren't trying your hardest to not be bitter.

How had you forgotten about Hazel? The sweet young girl who had been the only one on the trireme that had seen you and Jason together, and then your downfall after his disappearance. If he had wanted to ask about you, she had plenty to say, no doubt.

But Hazel had only ever seen the two of you from afar. She hadn't been privy to the ways you and Jason had seemingly shared a mind and soul.

"I know you better than anyone, Jase." Your voice was more ragged than it had been the last time you had spoken. Somehow the conversation and Jason's almost indifference had taken a physical toll on you. "Apparently, better than you know yourself."

"Look, I'm sorry for not remembering." He apologized, as if any of it was his fault. The wolves, the bullies, the monsters, and the wars. The gods that always needed his help for just one more thing, dangling the promise of a few months respite in front of his face like it was a reward instead of the norm.

Your lip curled in a snarl, then softened into a frown. Anger had always been easier than vulnerability for you, but never when it came to Jason.

"They will kill you if you're caught," You warned, because maybe he didn't remember that, either. Almost of its own accord, your sword lowered. "Then they'll kill me, for this."

You stepped to the side, nodding your head in the direction of the trireme in the near distance. Leo and Frank took off at a sprint past you, but Jason's pace was slower, stopping at your feet like he had never once feared the weapon in your hand.

No matter how many times you had pointed it at his throat during trainings.

"Thank you," His voice was sullen but strong, like he was upset it had come to such a point though he would never back down. Little soldier Jason, always doing what he must despite how he felt.

You wanted to berate him. To take his face between your hands and hold him until he remembered you, your touch, just how deeply you meant to him. It was embarrassing, really. How much Roman training did he manage to override in you, with only his stare and few words?

"Save the world for me," You ordered, deflecting. Giving directions to others was easy. You were a centurion, after all. But making yourself listen? That was a trick not even Jason had quite figured out, yet.

And now, maybe he never would have the chance to keep trying.

"Gods, I wish I remembered you." He muttered, voice almost pleading. The sound was like Aphrodite herself cracked open your chest and carved out your heart. You had half a mind to track down Juno that very moment. "When I get back, we'll figure this out."

When I get back.

Because he was still leaving you.

This time, at least, you would know where he was. But the Ancient Lands were forbidden from you. If something happened to him on such a wildly dangerous quest, you might break off to find him, sure, but you had no way of getting to him.

You might have known where he would be, but he was still just as removed from you as before.

"Do me a favor?" You tilted your chin up defiantly, the same way you always did whenever someone questioned you. Jason nodded, like the sweetheart he was, had always been, eager to help you with whatever you needed. "Don’t think about me any more than you have to."

Because you weren't naive enough to believe that his missing memories of you wouldn't be wildly distracting for him, especially after whatever Hazel shared, and you couldn't live with yourself if he got hurt on his quest.

"I can't just not—" Panic flooded his devastatingly handsome face, obscured only by a few scrapes that would heal in no time.

"Go," Interrupting, your gaze settled on the Fort behind him, shouts from your fellow Romans growing louder, closer. If he stayed, you would have no choice but to fight him when the others appeared.

You didn't give him the chance to argue, turning from him before he could hurt you more.

It was easy enough to fake your injuries, considering you already had real ones nobody knew about.

Your battered ribs were already a mess of bruised skin and you simply exaggerated the limp you had been sporting since the giant army attacked New Rome.

But then Octavian, Dakota, and Rico joined your cluster of Romans after the trireme fled into the open water. They were soaked from no doubt an unintentional swim in the harbor, and maybe you could have have been more convincing.

You were claiming you had tried stopping Jason, Frank, and Leo, but they simply got the better of you. Some of your party believed you. Most refused to comment.

Octavian, of course, refused to shut up.

"He should not have been able to get past you, Centurion!" The augur chastised, like anyone, anywhere, would have been able to stop a determined Jason Grace.

You had said it before, and would say it a thousand times again. The world should have been grateful Jason was not as cruel as his father.

"You let Percy get past you," You countered, chin raised and glaring. "And you weren't alone."

"How did you end up alone, searching for Jason?" Octavian purposed, taking at step closer to you. Somehow, with a control of yourself you had never felt before, you didn't draw your sword from the sheath at your waist and hold it to his throat. "Perhaps looking to follow him? We all know how much of that you did back at camp."

Reyna stepped forward, but so did you, each one of your muscles clenched tight and ready to snap.

"Perhaps no one followed me. I'm our best shot at getting to Jason, aren't I?" You tilted your head to the side, two inches at most, in an act so condescending Octavian turned purple. The implication was there, that he would never be able to capture Jason, because Jason couldn't stand him.

But you?

"Do you really think that’s the same Jason Grace that was in love with you?" Octavian sneered. "The Greeks have changed him for the worse. Whatever future you had planned for yourself with him is gone."

From the time you were a small child, you had lived in a perpetual state of anger. Sometimes, it was simmering low under the surface, barely seen through your smiles and loud laughter. Sometimes it showed itself in short bursts during battles or Senate meetings when other members got too mouthy.

And sometimes, your anger burned so hot you couldn't see straight.

The last time it happened, you had found out a stupid son of Mars named Mark had been harassing little Sammy.

Another, younger, camper had told you of the bullying one evening while you readied to meet Jason for dinner. You had calmly stopped what you were doing, exited the bunk house, and trekked all the way to the Mess Hall on your own.

You didn't even say a word to Mark as you tackled him to the ground, he on his back and you straddling him to lay punch after punch to his face.

You had expected to take him to the ground, but not so soon. Mark's inability to fight was suddenly made very clear, highlighted by the fact that he had been trying to harass a nine year old kid instead of someone in his own weight bracket.

You might have sent him to the infirmary unconscious, instead of on his own two feet, if Jason hadn't arrived. Sweeping in like the hero he was, pulling you off Mark and muttering promises to fix whatever had happened.

I've already fixed it, right Mark? You had spat at the dazed son of Mars, the entire Mess Hall watching in silence as Jason struggled to lead you away, untold violence almost a promise in your eyes. No more beating on children, 'cause it sucks to be the weaker one, huh?

To someone who didn't know what had just happened, you calling Mark the weaker one looked a little ridiculous. He was twice your size.

But you were twice Sammy's size. And you threw a punch a hell of a lot better.

You spent the night in the brig, had to dig trenches for a week, but Jason had held your chin in his hands and told you that he would have done the same if it were him, so it all evened out in the end.

Whatever future you had planned for yourself with him is gone.

Octavian had pushed you past your breaking point.

You launched forward, hands gripping the edges of his armor to pull him close so you could get in his face without him being able to get away. He tried, struggling to wriggle free and pull your hands off of him, but you held fast.

"If you ever talk to me that way again, I will gut you like one of your stuffed animals." You hissed a promise, fury contorting your face into something that had sent plenty of enemies running on the battlefield. "Let's see if you can read the auguries in your own entrails."

Octavian was spluttering out half-sentences, shocked by how lethal your voice sound, when Dakota and Rico managed to haul you away from the augur. Your friends each had an arm locked around yours, and you struggled to free yourself, anger and venom still dripping from your every movement.

"Let her go," Reyna ordered. At once, Dakota and Rico dropped you, and you wasted no time in pinning them both with glares. You knew they were only trying to help you, but you had felt so far beyond help, lately. "We need everyone for our next step."

She sounded tired, weary. You wondered if you were the only one who heard her.

"Next step?" You heard someone ask, and somehow the question seemed to take several years off of Reyna's life. You remembered how haunted she had looked when she spoke to you before leaving camp, and now you wondered if she knew it would come to this all along.

Because you had studied war strategies for years. You knew what came next before Reyna had the chance to say it.

"We go North. To Camp Half-Blood."

a/n: tried to do an anger parallel with them, but idk if it worked so well bc duh jason's not there to comfort reader at the end, like she was to him. they just get each other so well! also, if you asked me to be on the taglist, and ur not, plz let me know! I could have sworn somebody else asked but I cannot for the life of me find the notif

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nanasrkives · 3 months ago

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── .✦ "UNSPOKEN BONDS" ─ Levi Ackerman

lil levi one shot cuz i felt like i was neglecting aot content : soft angst. hurt to comfort. 1k words.

The barracks were quiet as the last remnants of daylight dipped below the horizon.

The walls felt colder tonight, as if the very air around you was heavy with unspoken words. You sat on the edge of the bed, absently running your fingers over the hilt of your blade. It was the kind of silence you had grown used to, the kind that followed the worst kind of revelations—the kind that weighed on you but didn’t dare to make a sound.

Levi stood by the window, his posture rigid, his gaze focused outside, but you knew he wasn’t really seeing the world beyond. His thoughts were elsewhere. In a way, you understood that better than most. After all, you'd both seen your share of darkness, yet this—this had struck a different chord.

Kenny Ackerman.

Levi’s uncle, a man who had lived in shadows. The man whose blood ran through Levi’s veins. It was the kind of truth Levi would’ve rather not known, but the burden was his now, whether he wanted it or not.

He hadn’t said much since the revelation, not that you expected him to. He wasn’t one for sharing his burdens. But you could see it—could feel the weight he carried every time his shoulders tensed, every time his gaze turned distant.

"Levi," you called softly, breaking the quiet that had settled between you both.

He didn’t answer immediately. The silence stretched on, thick with the unsaid. You knew him well enough by now to know that he’d close himself off from the world, shutting down emotions he didn’t know how to deal with. But that didn’t mean he was unaffected. You knew better than anyone that Levi carried more than he let on.

Finally, his voice broke the stillness, low and hoarse. “I’m fine.”

It was the same answer he always gave, but you could hear the lie in it.

You rose from the bed and moved closer, your footsteps quiet on the cold floor. Levi didn’t look at you, but he knew you were there. You didn’t have to say it, but you couldn’t let him be alone with this. Not when it was so raw.

“You don’t have to be fine,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “You’re carrying too much.”

For a moment, he didn’t reply. His back remained to you, the tension in his frame as palpable as ever. Then, after a long pause, he spoke again, his tone flat.

“Not everyone can carry the weight of the world,” he muttered. “Not everyone gets to have that luxury.”

You knew what he meant. Levi had always shouldered more than his fair share. But even Levi had limits. You reached out, your fingers brushing his sleeve just lightly, offering a silent reassurance.

“It’s not about carrying everything alone. Not anymore. Not when I’m here.”

Levi turned his head, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in what felt like hours. His gaze was hard to read—something between frustration and exhaustion. But there was something else there too, something that wasn’t so easily hidden behind his usual calm demeanor.

“You’re here because you have to be,” he said, his voice quiet, but laced with the usual bitterness. “Because that’s what we do. We fight. We survive. That’s all.”

You didn’t push him. You never did, not when his walls were up like this. But you didn’t pull away either. Instead, you stepped closer until there was just enough space between you both to make it feel like you weren’t worlds apart.

You lifted your hand slowly, brushing your fingertips against his cheek. It wasn’t the first time you’d done this—these small gestures of comfort had become a quiet part of your routine. But Levi wasn’t used to receiving comfort, much less from someone who had fought beside him for so long. Still, he didn’t pull away.

"Levi," you whispered, a soft breath that didn’t need to be louder. "You don’t have to carry it alone. You’ve never had to."

He closed his eyes for a brief second, the tension slowly draining from his posture. Then, without another word, his hand found yours. Not forceful, but steady. The touch wasn’t desperate, but it wasn’t casual either. It was something that had become routine between you both: silent, mutual understanding.

When he leaned in, it wasn’t because he had to. It wasn’t because it was expected of him. It was because, for once, Levi allowed himself to take a moment. A moment of closeness, a moment of comfort, without any words to define it.

His lips met yours in a slow, deliberate kiss—nothing rushed, but it spoke volumes more than anything either of you could say. It wasn’t about the urgency of the moment, nor the complications that surrounded you both. It was about connection. About trust. About the understanding that, in a world where everything was constantly falling apart, this was one thing that would always remain unshaken.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath still steady against your skin. You didn’t need to ask if he was okay—Levi never would be, not entirely. But for now, this was enough. For now, you both had this.

“We’ll make it through this,” you whispered, your hand still lightly brushing his.

Levi didn’t respond at first, his fingers brushing yours in a fleeting moment of shared reassurance. Finally, his voice came, low and steady.

“Yeah. We will.”

The promise was unspoken, but it didn’t need to be said aloud. The war, the Titans, the bloodshed—they all loomed in the distance. But for now, this moment of peace was yours to hold onto. And for a brief moment, in the silence between you both, you knew that despite everything, you had each other.

And that was enough.

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renren-006 · 10 months ago

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FIGHTING FOR YOU

Reiner Braun x fem reader

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plot: you are the one thing reiner is living for. he fights for you.

A/N: i finished all of AOT the other week and it was amazing! i had not seen the final season till this year and it was sooo good, especially the animation. anyways it reawakened my love for reiner! enjoy!

It wasn't hard for Reiner to find something to fight for when the war between Marley and Paradi started. It wasn't even hard for him to keep living once he knew what he was fighting for. What was hard for Reiner was not worrying the entire time if you were still alive or not. He was worried whenever he heard screams, hoping it wasn't you. He knew you were strong, that wasn't why he was worried, he just knew he couldn't live without you if you left him alone in this world. Reiners' entire world flipped upside down when he met you on this island.

Reiner was fourteen when he met you, still burdened with the guilt of what he and the others had done. You were thirteen and weighing the cost of joining the training camp. You knew you had to; there was something about fighting for the world that comforted you. You were short compared to Reiner, who you felt towered over you. Initially, that terrified you; the man was taller than you and built for a fourteen-year-old. You tried your best not to be caught under his gaze for a while, but that didn't help you out.

“You think it's fair?” he asked you. Sasaha was out running laps after the commandant caught her with extra food.

“Oh. Not really” you said shyly. “Sasha…she's just different; not really her fault that she couldn't hold back from eating that potato”

“Yeah, you got that right,” he said, laughing slightly beside you, making you smile.

“I'm not sure I've heard you laugh since we've been here,” you told him. He smiled down at you.

“Not sure I ever talked to you.” It was a pointed attack; you knew that.

“Yeah, that's my fault.” You scratched the back of your neck. “I got intimidated by how tall you are.”

“Really?” he said, “I'm not that scary”

“I can see that now,” you told him.

After that, it was common to see the two of you walking, talking, or training together. Bertold made jabs at Reiner whenever he could about it. Anne only smirked and kept eating. You could see the three interact, slowly putting the pieces of their friendship together. It took you a bit longer to understand that he was the Armored Titan.

The final piece came together when you saw the female titan that day after being put into the scouts with the others. You were riding with Armin when he appeared. You remember her looking at the two of you under your hoods and recognizing the eyes looking back at you. The events that followed and how Rreiner and Bertold acted made more and more sense.

“Oh my god” you whispered. You were standing next to Reiner in the trees, playing the events on a loop. Reiner glanced at you from the brand slightly above you.

“You alright?” he asked, squatting down to be at eye level with you. The two of you had become closer over the months of training and the secret romance you were building. You looked up at him, shocked. You knew no one else was around that could hear you when you told him.

“That's Anne.” You saw his face trying to hide the shock.

“Y/N,” he said cautiously. You shook your head, facing him, and were at a loss for words. “I'll explain everything to you tonight.”

Reiner's promise was kept, and everything about his life and why he was here was explained. He kept some information about the world and his home from you for your own safety, he said. You knew from the start there was something different about Reiner; maybe it wasn't his height after all that initially terrified you. Some part of you might have always known he was different, but perhaps that would not be a bad thing. At least not for now. Things for a while were good with the two of you, and Reiner did nothing that would make you think he didn't love you.

Reiner knew he messed up when he finally revealed himself to Eren. You remember standing behind Mikasa, hearing the entire conversation, and having the same thoughts run through your head. “Why Reiner? Why? Why now?” The day went by in a blur, the mission to save Eren, seeing Reiner titan form up close. There was a moment when it was just you two, the eyes of the titan were Reiners and they looked so deep into your soul. Bertold was watching the two of you, waiting for his moment to speak.

“He has something for you” he told you, your eyes fell to the colossal. He fished through his pocket and gave you a tin. “Open it later”

You nodded before looking back at Reiner and touching his titan's cheek. “I love you... I'm sorry you're stuck in this situation.” With that, you left his titan form and fell back with the others. Connie had your horse and let him go once you were back on. He didn't ask you about it; no one did. Completing the mission was the end goal.

There Reiner was again, watching the battle before him and the rage in Eren's eyes. He struggled for a moment, not sure what was happening. Maybe all was lost, and he needed to give up. It was the perfect time for you to land on his soldier and yell at him.

“Renier, fight!” you yelled. Those golden eyes landed on you, Reiner was watching the woman he loved fight not only for him but her home. “Goddamn it, Reiner” You punched the bit of armor on his cheek, and you looked angry at him. He smirked in the nape of his titan; you were his spark. Small tears were in her eyes; Reiners gut twisted, knowing you were still upset but wanted him to live regardless.

When all was over and Reiner was out of his titan body, he raced toward your figure, consoling a sad Gabby. She was smiling up at him.

The final battle raged on and all you could do was sit back and watch. Reiner refused to go anywhere near you, you stood watching on a roof as your fellow scouts fought for their life. You couldn't do it.

“Y/N Get up!” Jean yelled, and they all yelled. They needed you, and all you could offer was a choked sob. You had not opened the note yet, afraid of the content. It was in your breast pocket, burning a hole in your chest. Your heart hurt, and there Reiner was, golden eyes catching yours here and during the fight.

When it was all over, and you had jumped at the last moment to land the blow, you screamed. “I'm sorry”. Reiner knew you didn't want to; he knew in his heart that it was the consequence of being a soldier. Reiner took the blow.

After that, it was a blur.

Reiners only thought while he was healing, and half a man was you. Only you, his drive to fight, was for you. He would save you one day.

“Y/N,” Reiner yelled, running towards you and pulling you into his arms. You giggled slightly; under the circumstances, you shouldn't be so happy to be back in the armored arms. When you looked back up at Reiner, the world around you disappeared. It was only him, and it was only you that mattered to Reiner. The both of you looked older than you did when he left. His hair was shaggy, and his beard matched the maturing face he had. Your hair was (longer or shorter), but the color was still the same, making Reiner smile as he saw it with his own eyes. You looked like you had matured. Your eyes held the years of maturing and torment you faced. Reiner and yourself looked like new versions of yourself.

“I'm sorry,” he said. “You kept me going all these years. I know I betrayed you.”

“That doesn't matter now.” You told him to hold his face in yours. “None of that matters anymore.”

The world was in shambles, and you were happy you had at least the man you truly loved back with you.

*the letter (short but sweet; not sure Reiner is the type of guy to write out a whole letter about his feelings)*

Dear Y/N

I'm sorry. When I came to Eldia I didnt think about meeting a woman like you, I didn't think I would fall in love. I thought this island was just devils, but then I met you. You have given me purpose, a drive to live. I can't take you with me to Marley, I can't let them know my crimes of falling in love. I will never be ashamed that I fell in love with you.

Wait for me, Y/N. When I come back to Eldia I will find you and I will protect you. You are worth more than the world, Marley, and being a titan. You're my everything.

From,

Reiner

#reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun #aot reiner #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot oc #shingeki no kyojin

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kukuandkookie · 3 months ago

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Not a lot of energy to type up a detailed rant especially since I have a lot of other things I need to write, but…

Interesting phenomenon I’ve picked up recently (although this has always been an issue) is readers treating characters and fictional worlds as real and using that as an argument against someone who critiques the writers of the series behind those characters/worlds.

What does that mean?

Specifically, the reason it’s bothering me enough now to write this out is because I saw it a day ago when I saw a tweet criticizing Frieren (is that how you spell it?) as coming across as fascist because the bad guys in it are a demon horde completely incapable of empathy or goodness whatsoever. The OP specifically asked, “Why did the author write it like that? Doesn’t that sound like fascist messaging?”

Which okay, perhaps the way they worded it was obnoxious, because “fascist” is a word that gets thrown around sometimes to the point it can lose its meaning and people forget how bad it really is…

But fans of Frieren were defending it by saying, “Well, the bad guys aren’t capable of goodness ever so that’s why they have to be completely wiped out in the series!” One artist even qrt-ed it with a comic showing that someone trying to be nice to a demon will be killed, captioning it as “this literally happens in the series” and they got a shit-ton of likes—even though it completely misses the point of OP’s argument??

OP didn’t say Frieren the character is a fascist or that she as a character should try to extend sympathy to fictional demons that we know in her world are incapable of being better.

The question lies in why the author chose to write the world like this. In truth, you can’t easily glean an author’s morality from the fiction they write (Neil Gaiman is perhaps, most recently, a horrific and unfortunate example of this), because humans are too complex for that…

But when it comes to prejudice, it can seep into one’s work in uncomfortable ways.

For example, when people accused the Attack on Titan writer of including things in their work that felt supportive of Imperial Japan, or when Asian writers are criticized for the preference for pale skin in their work, or when Han Chinese danmei authors stereotype non-Han ethnicities in works set in ancient times.

So when OP asks why the Frieren author was comfortable with writing the antagonist as an entire species of evil beings, that’s fair to ask from a writing standpoint. It doesn’t matter that diegetically within the lore, the demons will never ever be good and that you wanting a demon to be good could get you killed—because those demons aren’t real. They are a product of the writer’s imagination…so why did the writer imagine them as an evil mass horde that deserves to be slaughtered?

And no, most people don’t have a problem with a villain who is genuinely evil. The reason Frieren gets special attention here is because it’s about an entire species—the main question is simply why, how come, and what the significance of that is, along with how it may demonstrate or even perpetuate a certain ideology, which in this case, can be seen as dangerous.

Now with that being said, I’m not a fan of Frieren or even someone who has tried it for myself, so I can’t properly critique it, nor would I make actual assumptions on the writer’s views. I’m simply saying that OP asked a question from a writing perspective, but rather than consider the nuances behind the writing choice OP was questioning, Frieren defenders defended it as if the demons were a real thing you needed to worry about where “you can’t question it because if you do and try to be nice to them, they’ll kill you!”

Again, OP did not ask why Frieren as a character doesn’t look for more good demons. OP asked why the author of Frieren the series wrote the theme this way.

Now for another example, The Legend of Korra, which has recently seen an uptick in discourse due to a new Avatar series that says being the Avatar is now a bad thing, which many Korra haters blame on Korra the character.

What I noticed is someone pointing out that the writers behind The Legend of Korra as a show constantly put her in punishing situations where she was violated and thrown around like a ragdoll much more than Aang was, and they said they felt like it was internalized misogyny by the writers.

People responded that Korra was always meant to be a darker show and, most frustrating of all—just as they did with Frieren—they spoke about the character as if she was real, because “well she was just way more headstrong than Aang so she got herself in all kinds of fucked up situations!”

Which, okay, yes, we can glean that an obvious flaw of Korra’s is her temper and stubbornness, but again, that wasn’t OP’s point. OP specifically wondered why the writers made Korra like this.

Like why make the female character so impetuous that she seems deserving of punishment through violation?

It doesn’t matter that Aang and Korra have fundamentally different personalities and approaches to battle in this particular discussion because the main point OP brought up comes back to writing choices. This invites us to consider the series critically from a writing perspective.

No matter how mad Korra makes you as a character, she’s still just a character—she’s just words on a page.

Her “choices” aren’t her choices at all because they were choices made by the writing staff, and it’s fair for some people to wonder why a writing staff would write her the way they did. Especially since they could still write her as headstrong and stubborn without making it so that everything always somehow seems like her fault to viewers, to the point no one is satisfied (because ATLA fans think she was too full of herself and thus ruined everything even as they think she deserves the punishment the series gives her, while Korra fans dislike that the writers put her through so much hell).

So with all that being said, I basically wish sometimes people would treat stories as actual stories. I know it’s easy to get emotionally attached to a fictional story or to emotionally respond to a character, whether they’re super amazing or super annoying, but at the end of the day fiction is still fiction and characters are still characters. Even if “normies” can’t look at things from a writing perspective, I wish they could look at a series as just that—a fictional series.

I’m not a fan of or even someone particularly well-versed in The Legend of Korra or anything, but I can still tell how silly it is when someone questions the writers and writing choices of a show and fans of the series as a whole respond that “actually it’s fine because it’s meant to be darker and Korra is flawed so she’s the one who makes a mess of things.” That doesn’t engage with anything in any critical or thoughtful manner.

Like yeah, we get it—the character of Korra is super stubborn so she messed up a lot in the plot and it backfired on her, or the character of the demons in Frieren are indeed irredeemable and it’s pointless to discuss otherwise. But who’s the one making them so flawed in the first place? They don’t actually exist; their traits and what happens to them are all details assigned by the writer(s). So it isn’t pointless to question why a writer chose to write these things the way they did.

Of course, you should not speculate either, and calling Frieren the series “fascist,” even in terms of its messaging, may be going too far, but thinking more critically about the different series you consume is usually a good thing.

If nothing else, it exercises your brain, which I’m starting to get worried that people refuse to use.

Remember: no matter how much a fictional character pisses you off, they’re still merely a fictional character who is a tool within the narrative. Some characters, like Boruto or Damian Wayne, are meant to be spoiled brats who go through character development, and other characters or themes or plot developments may be worthy of criticism even if they “make sense” within the established lore.

#frieren #the legend of korra #tlok #not sure I should tag these things 🤔#remember they’re not a direct criticism of the series themselves—#just a criticism of how some fans engage with the series #kuku rambles #kuku rants #(I guess)#kuku88

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ask-sg-optimus-prime · 4 months ago

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I got some potential dragon contenders.

Yes I am a nerd about these dragons.

Anyway— We’re starting off with the strike class!

Night fury: While being the least known dragon, they are given the title of “The unholy offspring of Lightning and Death itself”. They are a nocturnal species known for reaching deadly speeds and a destructive plasma blast. When they fly by I personally given the sound they produce when diving the “Whistle of Death”, but other than that, they are mostly silent flyers.

Skrill: The Skrill are a storm fairing dragon. They move where ever there is a storm and harness the lightning as a deadly attack. They are also natural predators against Night Furies. However these dragons are weak to water and are also attracted to metal things like actual lightning.

Triple Stryke: They are a scorpion like dragon with three stinger tails. They strangle you with said tails and often times will use them to hold and toss humans. On the off chance you piss the thing off so much you may earn a deadly sting. It also responds to click commands which can also calm them down if enraged or scared.

Deathgripper: These dragons seen used by Grimmel are mind controlled by their own venom. Similar to the Triple Stryke they also have a stinger tail. If the venom from the tail is concentrated enough any unfortunate dragon is under the control of who wields it. These dragons also are known for eating other dragons. They also have retractable tusks and a mucous/acid that they spit which ignites into fire.

Now our Boulder Class.

The Whispering Death and Screaming Death: These dragons live deep underground in colonies. Whispering Death’s are blind but are still deadly with rotating teeth like drills, and a ring shaped fire breath. Surprisingly there was Whispering Death that laid a Screaming Death, a much larger, louder, and deadlier relative. The Screaming Death is as said larger than these dragons, and they also have scales that are immune to dragon root, a plant known for overwhelming dragons

The Sharp class dragons (I know nadders are now in tracker but I’m goin’ by the original)

Razor Whip: The most stunning yet deadliest Sharp Class dragon to ever unfortunately meet. Their spines at the end of the tail are able to be flung like flying spear to kill their enemies. Their tears are also deadly which is a surprising fact. They are extremely territorial when brooding and have been known to kill SPECIFICALLY male dragons and vikings alike. Unfortunately they are very noticeable in the cold due to their metal scales making noise.

Deadly Nadder: Deadly Nadders are like the tropical bords of dragons. Adorning vibrant colors, but don’t be fooled. These dragons can and will hunt you down with their amazing sense of smell. Their spines on their tail are also poisonous.

The Mystery Class.

Grimknashers: These dragons pray on the weak. They hunt in packs and are primarily found on Vanahiem, the final resting spot of the dragons. Their predators are Sentinel dragons which look like stone statues, but are in fact dragons. Grimknashers projectile launch their teeth at the weak and sickly dragons to kill and later eat.

Lastly our beloved Titan Class dragons

The Red Death/Green Death: Depending on if it’s red or green determines if it’s a boulder or stoker class. This dragon is said to be the queen of dragons, making dragons of her nest bring her food to her volcanic home. She is one of the massive titans that can control the dragons, but not all like the king of dragons, the Bewilderbeast. She has a club like tail, large paws and talons, six eyes, a large maw, and a destructive fire breath. They are also known for eating other dragons. While they are not known for often flying, when they do it is the most terrifying thing.

Sorry if this is long my Lord.

I have no desire to read all of that. Just give me all of the dragons.

#Mod loves dragons and did read all of that 🖤#transformers sg #shattered glass #transformers #maccadam #ask blog #asked and answered #optimus prime #sg optimus prime #lightning themultifury

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cruilsummer · 1 year ago

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the curse of freedom vs ymir's curse

Last night I finished attack on titan - it was something i had been dreading and postponing for a while, having received a few spoilers from the manga and seen mixed reactions from fans.

I'm not here to judge wether it was good or bad, or to make huge analysis of it as a finale - after all, i'm still digesting and understanding where i stand regarding that.

However, while watching these last chapters, I felt really close to Eren's character. It's funny, because he is purposefully pushing everyone away from him, and for most of the season, we barely see him. He is hiding not only from his friends, enemies and from everyone in between, but also from the watcher. And weirdly enough, that's when I got time to really think about him - and specially after the finale, i felt like sharing some of those thoughts.

When we think of young Eren, the child we are first introduced to, we know that freedom is a very important part of his character. He wants to see the world, to know the truth, to go beyond. He's also obstinate, vengeful and stubborn. Eren is a great main character not because he is the most powerful, the smartest or most skilled, but because he has a personality that is intersting to watch. He is flawed, he is human. And even after getting it wrong multiple times and not being the best, somehow he is magnetic enough to keep the best, wisest and most skilled around - either to protect him of protect others from him.

Jean Paul Sartre says that humanity has the curse of freedom - a burden. It makes us responsable for our choices, making it both a gift and a curse. I kept thinking about it the entire time I was watching this last part of the anime.

Because freedom has always been a key element to Eren's character. Both literally - the freedom of being away from the walls and seeing the world, and figuratively - the freedom of making his own choices, deciding who to trust, fighting for what he thought was fair...

And the worst thing that could happen to him, happens: he is the titan that bares the memories from everyone who has been in that position before. From the moment the touches Historia's hand on, he can't go back - now past, present and future coexist, and his choices don't feel like his anymore - it's just fate.

It's Ymir's curse robbing him from the humanity's curse.

He sees the outcome and knows it cannot be changed. It's impacting because, being Eren, he will try to change it. It's who he is: stubborn, obstinate, vengeful. Obsessed with justice, obsessed with freedom. But now he can't. His entire life he felt in charge, deciding his own destiny based on his perceptions of justice, his bonds, his story. But now he is not so sure - how much was already decided? How much was like that because of the ones that came before? And how does one just keeps living like that, not only questioning everything, but also being aware of all those different memories that used to constitute very different people? But how different can they be, if they all share the same memories?

That's the beginning of the end for him. And he knows that reaching the sea doesn't mean he is free, like he used to believe. He knows that killing every titan won't make him free either, and killing everyone outside Paradis won't either. He's lost his freedom, his gift.

On the other hand, we have Mikasa. Eren tells her that (just like him), she is not free. Her every action to protect him, her love for him, is just the Ackerman's curse. And that's where he gets it wrong. Because Mikasa is free. And it's a burden and a curse for her, unlike for Eren, because it would be easier if she didn't have to choose between saving the world and saving her best friend, the love of her life.

Parallel, Ymir's love for the King kept her hostage, wasn't healthy, made her unable to stop what became her curse, what would haunt all Eldians.

Mikasa loves Eren - and not because of her clan's curse. It's hard to explain what exactly makes us love - we simply do. But to make a long story short, and in an oversimplification, she loves him because of everything they lived together and because she knows him. And her love could be like Ymir's, and keep her hostage too. For the most part of the show, fans made fun of Mikasa for her love, called her a simp, said it made her weaker. But she was the one who killed Eren, because she knew that it was the right thing, even if it was the hard thing. She knew there was no other way. And, deep down, she knew that it was not Eren anymore - and at least she could be the one to, at last, free him. Give him what he had been seeking his entire life.

And that act alone is what touches Ymir and frees her as well. It's not Eren's death. It's Eren's death by Mikasa's hand. It's knowing that love can coexist with all sorts of mixed feelings, and that the freedom that comes with our condition as humans sometimes means that we make choices not only based on our love, and not only because they're easy.

Staying is easier because it means not changing anything - and it feels like no choice was made. We trick ourselves into thinking that leaving, changing and doing the hard things are the only decisions, because they imply movement. But staying is also a choice. Not changing is also a choice. That's our curse: living with the outcome of everything we chose to do and everything we chose not to do. Owning up and taking responsability for staying and for leaving. For hesitating or killing.

And don't get me wrong: it is not easy. As humans, we also have the burden of emotions, mixed feelings, traumas. Ymir's choice - and her love - were so complicated that they paralyzed her. And it was seeing that Mikasa's love was so equally deep that ultimately it made her move to do the right thing what moved Ymir too. And she could finally let go, even if it was the hard choice - because she had Mikasa's example.

Mikasa didn't stop loving Eren just because she killed him. She hadn't stopped loving him when he was terrible to her. She never loved him because of the Ackerman's curse - when the curses ended, she kept the scarf. She loved him when she mourned, and loved him even when she was ready to move on, and she died loving him still - altought love can change troughout somebody's life.

Setting Eren free, she sat Ymir free. And that made all Eldians free - well, as free as one can be, still bearing the burden of humanity. The ending shows exactly that: we can't control what people do with their freedom: what wars are started, whos justice empears, which cycles are repeated. But we can control what we do with our freedom, our choices.

And, just like it was Ymir's curse that ended Eren's freedom, it was humanity's curse, Mikasa's freedom, that ended Ymir’s curse.

#attack on titan #snk #snk spoilers #aot #mikasa ackerman #character analysis #attack on titan finale #eren yeager #eren jaeger #ymir #curse #ymirs curse #freedom #shingeki no kyojin

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i-am-grell · 10 months ago

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Choose which anime series I Finish or Start next

I am terrible at finishing and starting shows, so I'll let the fandoms of Tumblr choose for me. Propaganda* (*my thoughts/explanations/rationales) below the poll.

Propaganda:

MHA: Ok, in fairness, I am a couple episodes into season 6. However, even though I already know the big major spoilery things, I am very attached to the characters and still Afraid. (Also my favourite villain is already dead and I am Still Recovering.)

AOT: I watched the first season in, like, 2014? 2015? Around there. And then got busy with working and uni when season 2 was coming out, so, yeah, I just never got back to it. Always meant to finish it tho. I literally own the basement key necklace.

Haikyuu: I come from the sports anime background of Free! and Yuri on Ice. This is just volleyball. To be fair, I know Free! and YOI have plenty of swimming and skating respectively....but this is just volleyball. Also, Tumblr gaslit me into thinking the kid with the roots was, like, main character - and now you're telling me I only get to see the best character in 2-3ish episodes per season??? Unfair.

Bungo Stray Dogs: 1) I know I will love it. 2) I know it will do irrevocable damage to my mind, like, it will rewire my brain on levels that it hasn't seen since House season 4. This both delights and terrifies me.

Sk8: I will be watching the dub. Whether you consider this a pro or a con in your voting decision is up to you. I prefer to do other tasks while watching things and so I prefer dubs and will take the risk.

Jujutsu Kaisen: The only things I know about this anime can be inferred from the title, and from coming across anime tiktokers who SIMP for Gojo, Geto, and Nanami. Eventually I will join them - if not from this poll, eventually...

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #haikyuu #sk8 the infinity #jujutsu kaisen #anime #manga #anime poll

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the-light-finds-its-way · 8 months ago

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So I'm thinking of my own self-insert fic and how I meet Misraaks. And yes it's cheesy and trope-y. But it's my universe and what I say goes.

Anyway, I'm a Titan, obviously, but I use a bunch of melee weapons since irl I can't aim for shit. So I imagine a more futuristic barbarian aesthetic since I always LARP as a barbarian, with myself carrying an axe in one hand, and Caiatl absolutely gave me a Centurion shield to use so there's that in my other hand.

Anyway, I'm on the battlefields with Misraaks because Hive have attacked and somehow he's caught up in the mix.

A bunch come, and one knight jams his blade through Misraaks, injuring him gravely.

I see this. I fucking go berserk. With fury and wrath I summon the Hammer of Sol, and charge the swarm with vengeance and rage, eliminating nearly all within moments.

The knight takes notice and approaches.

My hammer fades, and I grab my axe, jumping as I outright tackle the Hive to the ground and grapple him.

Misraaks watches, absolutely ASTOUNDED that this tiny ass Titan not even 5ft tall has somehow managed to subdue a humongous Hive knight.

An epic fight ensues between the knight and I, ultimately ending when I am flung off the dude and stop mid-air, soar from above, and drive my axe through his chest, ripping it out as I land on the ground, then use my shield to shatter the knight apart.

The field is clear, and I rush to Misraaks, gripping him close and gently.

Much to the Kell's surprise, I lift him in my arms and run him to my ship, then fly us to the Last City where I bring him to get help.

I'm walking through the Tower idly, worried sick.

Ikora sees me, and approaches. She says Misraaks told her what I did, and that I managed to intimidate him a bit with my prowess, apparently. But Ikora laughs a bit, and says she always knew I was fierce. That's just who I am.

There I absolutely panic. I didn't mean to scare him! I just freaked out and wanted him safe! This is just how I fight! I care about him, I had to get him help and fast and I couldn't do that without decimating the enemies, and—

Ikora stops me. She says it's ok. Misraaks is ok. And he is glad I saved him. She thinks he might've even taken some appreciation to my strength in battle. Maybe even in the same way I appreciate him...

How does she know I like him? I never said anything to anyone. How would she—

And Ikora tells me to just go. See Misraaks. He needs the company.

So, nervously, I head out to where Misraaks is. He's laying in a medical cot, wound wrapped, helmet off with just his rebreather on. I rush to his side.

Misraaks seemingly grins at the sight of me.

I sigh in relief at seeing him ok.

The Kell tells me he has not seen a ferocity as mine before, but that he's heard from others how I'm just like that. I defend, I protect, and I do so with my entire being because I love.

And Misraaks says it's ok. He knows.

I freeze. I'm literally stunned in silence.

But Misraaks lifts his arms closest to me, and pulls me against his chest. And with all four, he hugs me gently.

I just lay against him softly, carefully, listening to his heartbeat, and suddenly Misraaks moves his rebreather away, and leans down. He kisses my head.

"I love you, too," he tells me.

And I lean up, and return this kiss to him as he and I just hug and hold and love.

Days later, when Misraaks is recovered, I outright carry him out of the place, and when we make it to the Tower, Osiris sees us.

"So the lovebirds finally took flight," he says.

I frown at him.

How many people knew? How long have they known? HOW did they know I love him?!

"To be fair," Osiris says, "You've been learning Eliksni, and I don't know anyone who would go so far as you have to save a man as you did."

"Says the guy who broke time to save his husband," I tell him.

"Exactly. You're gay. I'm gay. It's all gay. Now go take your boyfriend on a date already. The whole City has been waiting long enough for you to."

I'm stunned.

The whole damn Last City knows???

I accidentally drop Misraaks in my surprise, then freak out! Is he ok?! I apologize so much!

But Misraaks stands up, laughing and hugs me close. "I am fine, Magnus. Stop worrying, please. Let's go have a pleasant lunch."

I blush. Hugging the Kell back, I nod. "Ok. Agreed. I uhhh... I know a good mac and cheese place if you want that."

And so we have our first date with mac and cheese as the meal, and both of us are happy.

#the titan speaks #misraaks #d2 #destiny 2 #self insert #gay

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lordbasilsnek · 8 days ago

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The Poor Representation of Alinta/Bolt as an Aboriginal Australian

I read Teen Titan Academy recently, the main reason being Alinta. There are not many Australian characters in comics so as an Aussie I was so excited to see her. There’s a lot that can be said about the comic series itself, but generally I’ve seen people love Alinta. I mean what's not to love?

Teen Titian Academy #2

She’s a speedster with below the knee amputations, she’s confident, brave, strong. Amanda Waller even called her one of the fastest metahuman on the planet.

Suicide Squad (2021) #3

Reading through the series, I loved Alinta too. She is truly an incredible character with so much unused potential. However, despite my love for this character she is not perfect. Another aspect of Alinta’s character is she is an Aboriginal Australian, an aspect which is poorly portrayed and utilised.

There are very few Australian characters in mainstream comics, less of which are Aboriginal or Torres Strait Islanders. DC Comics and specifically Teen Titans as a title are incredibly popular in the comic community. Having a character like Alinta could have been a fantastic opportunity to spread awareness of Indigenous Australians to an audience that are primarily non-Australians.

So, here I am, writing out the poor representation of Alinta aka Bolt as an Aboriginal Australian.

This is not to attack the writers or anyone else who worked on this series, but just to bring awareness to this issue which I find important.

DISCLAIMER: I am not an Aboriginal or Torres Strait Islander. My information is based on research I have done, conversations I have had with Kaurna people and elders, and generally things I have learnt throughout my life in Australia. If information is wrong I would appreciate being informed of it. I will talk a lot about generalisation and the harm it does for Indigenous Australian, however I will need to generalise myself a fair bit as Alinta does not have a defined mob.

Quick history lesson. (CW: colonisation and it's effects) When Australia was colonised by the British they claimed control over the country through an idea called “terra nullius”, meaning land belonging to nobody. This was and still is incorrect. For more than 60,000 years people had lived in Australia, in many defined nations, and over 250 unique languages. Upon arrival colonisation lead to years of genocide and displacement. Indigenous people were classified as fauna and fauna which enabled people to consistently harm them. The most well known events being the Stolen Generation in which children were kidnapped from their families, moved across the country, and abused in every way in “homes” designed to “eradicate the Aboriginal and Torre Strait Islanders” by removing them from their family and culture. This only officially ended approximately 60 years ago. Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander still suffer many lasting effects from this history, including lower average lifespan, higher incarceration, higher poverty rates, and more. While apologises have been made, events organised, and the Native Title act established, there is still a long way to go.

Australia always was and always will be Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander land.

I encourage you to read more about not only this history but also pre-colonialism history if given the chance.

Back to Alinta.

Language

While reading the comics the thing that stood out to me most was how Alinta spoke. The Teen Titan Academy run was written by Tim Sheridan with an addition suicide squad tie in being written by Robbie Thompson. Throughout all these comics Thompson's writing of Alinta’s dialogue was better in my opinion as she talks like an Australian. Sheridan’s dialogue for her, for some reason, has her use no conjunctions.

Teen Titan Academy #1-2

For any other character this would typically not be an issue. However, Alinta grew up in the Australian outback. From an Aussie perspective, the lack of conjunctions made her speech feel clunky and off-putting. Not every Australian talked like a true blue Aussie of course. There are many factors that go into an Australian accent and dialect, for example your family, where you live, etc. Someone who lived in the middle of Sydney their whole life might use a lot less slang terms or conjunctions as someone living in a country town.

Alinta is shown to have lived in Oodnadatta, South Australia. This town has a population of less than 200 and is about as middle of nowhere as you can get. This makes how she speaks feel really off.

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It’s not like Sheridan can’t write accents either, as in later issues Captain Boomerang appears and speaks with a very obvious Aussie accent.

Teen Titan Academy #13

The way English is spoken in Australia is defined as Standard Australian English (AusE). This is based on how words are pronounced and how the average Australian speaks. However, this is not the only English spoken in Australia as Aboriginal English (AbE) is also widely spoken in Aboriginal groups. It’s important to note AbE is not a branch of AusE but that both dialects evolved from English on their own. So okay, Alinta doesn’t use AusE, that's fine, but she also doesn’t use AbE.

The only example I could find of her using AbE is when she called her friend and roommate “Tidda”. This means sister or close female friend. It is described as “...a word that carries deep meaning and resonates with sisterhood, friendship, and kinship.” She calls Summer this a few times, one of which being when they just become friends.

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This could be used to show the two have a very deep bond with each other but aside from Alinta telling her how she lost her legs, and they don’t have many meaningful interactions. Which is very unfortunate because they could have been a very cute duo.

Aside from calling Summer Tidda, Alinta doesn’t use any other word, phrases, or even speak grammatically with AbE. Even more common words such as calling something “deadly” meaning something cool.

She also uses the term “nation” (which is not incorrect per say) to refer to her family group instead of what is more commonly used “mob”. This brings me to my next point.

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Connection to culture

I can not tell if Alinta is supposed to have a connection to her culture or not. Ignoring the way she is represented and just thinking about the writer's intentions it is almost impossible to tell.

Starting with evidence against having a connection Amanda Waller consistently brings up that she helped Alinta after her parents abandoned her, however says it often in a way implying she did her a favour taking her from her county.

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Not once does Alinta reject this idea, only speaking out to Waller when she says she owns Alinta. This is an incredible problematic because of Australian history with the stolen generation. The idea that removing Aboriginal children from their families, mob, Country, nation, and culture was saving them, helping them, was a great and honourable thing for them to do. The fact that Alinta doesn’t speak out against Waller words makes it seems like Alinta was disconnected from her culture. Maybe her parents isolated her so she was not able to have a connection to Country or her Mob. That would make sense why she doesn’t speak out.

Except other times, Sheridan seems to try to show she does have a connection to her mob. When training she comments that she “...didn’t leave my home…” implying despite what her parents put her through she still views Oodanatta as a home she is connected to.

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Alinta refers to her mob as “good people” implying she was connected to them. But again in the breath says her family is not good. This goes against Aboriginal ways of family connections. In Western Cultures you have your parents, their siblings are your aunts and uncles, their children your cousins, etc etc. Aboriginal kinship has your parents and their siblings are your mums and dads, what would be our aunts and uncles children are your siblings. Your Aunts and Uncles are members of your wider community.

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Generalisation

I mentioned generalisation and how it is negative for Aboriginal communities, I should explain why. Generalisation has been used to erase Aboriginal cultures. By defining everyone as just one group it erases their Lore, language, history, Protocols, practices, knowledge, their very Identity. I apologised for having to generalise throughout this as my main issue with Alinta’s representation is she does not have a defined mob. She has been generalised as just Aboriginal, not even that, as just Indigenous. Whether it is from lack of caring or wanting to not be restricted to one group that is just wrong to do.

Looking at the Map of Indigenous Australia by AIATSIS, Oodnadatta is located in the Arabana nation. This is also known as Ngarabana meaning land of mound springs, Arabana meaning Sturt Desert Pea, a flower that grows in the desert. This Country has Native Title over 69000 km of their land and unfortunately their language is at a steep decline with only 31 speakers in 2021 down from 250 speakers in 2004. I would have loved to make this post basing Alinta off the Arabana people but even her living in that Country doesn’t mean they are her mob. The displacement caused by the Stolen Generation caused many Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders to be separated from the Country meaning she may not even know who her mob is.

To Sum it up

So much more can be said about this but I’m already at 1500+ words.

Any way Sheridan could have gone about making her character, being a girl connected to her culture or not, would have added so much more to her. How is she handling not only losing her legs and parents but also going across the world and being completely disconnected from her Country? Does she know the language? Does she know her mob? Does she want to reconnect with them? Has she already reconnected?

Alinta being Aboriginal is completely removable from her character. Her ethnicity could be replaced with any other one across the world, and it would not affect her character. Why make an Aboriginal charter and show such little care for her, you don’t make her Aboriginal. She feels like a diversity points character, which is crazy because how her disability is written doesn’t feel like it's to hit a quota.

I understand Teen Titans Academy had a lot of new characters made and minor characters re-introduced to comics. But that doesn’t excuse the poor representation of her Aboriginality.

Where to go from here

As I’ve said Alinta is an incredible character with so much unused potential. I hope she comes back in comics, in more than just an image. She is not a lost cause in terms of accurately and respectfully portraying her as an Aboriginal Australian. If that is going to happen however, the writers need to care enough about her to actually research and talk to Aboriginal people.

#dc comics #teen titan academy #alinta #bolt #character analysis #representation #Tell me your thoughts #and again #correct me on anything i got wrong #I spent so long on this omg

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vampxrebarbie · 1 month ago

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[ 1 ] Crumbs of Kindness

fandom - Attack on Titan characters - levi ackerman, catríona "cat" mckenna, erwin smith, furlan church, isabel magnolia, hange zoë, kenny ackerman, special operations squad | squad levi, rosalie dumarque, jackson cunningham, addilyn theron (created by my bestie @zacksfairest) ships - levi x original character chapters - 18 | next chapter

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Levi never had much time for Cat to teach him how to climb the way she can climb. Hard for him to ever forget the wistful look in her eyes whenever she told him how close to flying she thinks it must feel like and she’s always wondered what it felt like to fly like the birds she’s never seen can fly. Whenever she told him she likes climbing to the top of the brothel and pretending the lights of the underground are stars. He can’t and won’t tell Kenny about Cat or her unspoken dream. He just wants to stay alive. She wants to live. “I want to get stronger,” he eventually says, tipping his head back to eye the ceiling like it’ll vanish and let him see the sky he’s never seen. He has gotten stronger. He made that promise years ago. He’ll make it again now, because he doesn’t really have a goal but he’ll make it his goal to give her the chance to see stars and wings. Better than not having a goal at all, he guesses.

content warning -

for this chapter, none. for the fic overall: canon-typical violence, gore, implied/referenced sexual assault (not by/to any canon characters), implied/referenced underage prostitution

cross-posted on ao3.

a/n - this fic is honestly one of the best things i've written right up alongside Towerfall and The Line. i have a massive soft spot for it.

wc - 2.4k

He should be used to hunger by now.

He’s...nine, he thinks. Levi is nine. He’s nine and that means he’s been in the Underground for nine years and that means he should be used to being hungry. He should be used to having barely enough energy to get to and from home when his mother goes to work and he follows like she told him not to because he only gets to see her once a week. Two if he’s lucky.

She brings him what small amount of food she can afford to buy those days. It usually lasts another day or two before he’s hungry again, even if he only eats once a day.

He’s hungry again. He sees her in one of the building windows every so often, smiling like she doesn’t usually smile otherwise. Dressed up—dressed down depending on how you look at it.

She told him not to follow her when she goes back to working. Levi’s not stupid. There aren’t many professions here in the underground, not for women, and he goes wandering sometimes, hears older men talking about certain buildings decorated like the one his mom goes to work in.

He wishes she did something else. Convinced a baker to hire her for work. They could have more food that way, couldn’t they? And he could see her more often. Other kids see their mothers more often than he does and he doesn't understand why that’s fair.

When he gets older he’ll find work and help her not have to do what he shouldn’t have to know she’s doing.

He’s so hungry.

“Hey.”

Levi lethargically lifts his head to the voice, blinking at the girl that sits on the ground next to him, and he’s about to ask what she wants because he doesn’t have anything and he knows better than to share even if he did.

Before he can, she smiles and holds out a small loaf of bread to him. “Here.”

It’s tiny, hardly enough to be called a whole loaf of bread—but it’s bread, and he’s hungry, and he doesn’t get why a girl looking not much better than he does in the health department is smiling at him holding out something worth as damn much as gold in the underground and especially in this section but he’s hungry and the longer he looks between it and her she wiggles it pointedly.

Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Trying (probably failing) not to seem desperate, he takes the bread from her and takes too big a bite from it. Takes two more. He can’t help being suspicious of someone giving a stranger food they should by all accounts be saving for themselves.

“What do you want?” he flatly asks, mouth full of bread.

“Nothing. Just wanted to share,” she replies, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “My name’s Caitríona. Everyone calls me Cat ‘cause it’s too long. What’s yours?”

The response makes him even more suspicious. As he takes another bite he looks her up and down; probably not a whole lot younger than him, with red hair and pale skin, freckles dusted across her nose, and she only looks slightly less thin than he knows he does. “Levi. Why?”

She shrugs, her big, bright gray eyes earnest and unbothered. “Felt like it. Wanna be friends?”

“No.” He doesn’t trust her. No one in this district just gives away food. Anticipating an attempt to grab the bread back he leans away and takes another (very big) bite.

The response only makes her sigh. Her shoulders droop and she curls in on herself tighter, resting her head on her knees. “No one does. Not the other kids in the brothel either. Elsa even made me trip and break a bottle of wine the other day. Miss Ygritte was so mad.”

Levi keeps eating and doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t care. The bread’s a bribe and he’s not giving it back.

“That was Elsa’s ration for the week.”

He stops chewing and looks at her again, blinking; a mischievous smile replaces the sad frown on her face. He blinks again. He glances at the bread. He finishes chewing, swallows, and then— “there are other kids in there?”

“Mhm.” She nods, smile softening again. “Their moms work there. Mine too. Elsa’s mom is Miss Leanne. My mom’s name is Mira. Devon’s mom is—”

He doesn’t care about the other kids. “You guys...work there?”

“We run laundry and help cook and clean and bring food. Miss Ygritte won’t let me bring food anymore.”

Maybe that’s why his mom doesn’t want him following her to work. “Because you broke a wine bottle?”

“No!” she huffs, lifting her head and pouting. “I didn’t break it! Elsa made me trip and it fell. She and Devon were laughing about it after. I don’t like them.”

He doesn’t care about the other kids, but he decides he doesn’t like them either. “Why don’t they want to be friends with you?” She’s nicer than he ever wants to be. She won’t stay alive here if she doesn’t stop being so nice. He’s only nine, but he knows that much. He isn’t stupid. He thinks she might be a little bit stupid.

“I dunno. The older girls keep saying I’m gonna be really pretty when I grow up. I think maybe they’re jealous, but I don’t want them to be. I wanna have friends.” Her voice lowers to a sad murmur by the end.

He frowns. Deeply. She’s very stupid. Everyone only looks out for themselves down here. Sometimes family looks out for family, but he once heard someone mention a relative died for hiding food from the rest. He isn’t stupid. He didn’t have to think too hard to figure it out.

He returns his attention to eating and avoids looking at the stupid, sad look on her face. “My mom works here, too. Her name’s Kuchel.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh! I know her. She’s really nice.”

He loves his mother, but he’s pretty sure that makes her stupid, too. Thinking so makes him feel awful. Nose wrinkling, Levi stares at the bread in his hand, glances at Cat, lets out a hard breath—then holds the bread out for her. There’s less than a third of it left.

He thinks his mother would be upset with him for being selfish. He’s so hungry.

With a blink and hesitant hand she reaches for it and he irritably ignores the confused look he only kind of sees from the side. Her fingers brush his as she takes the remainder from him.

“I don’t work like you do,” he grouses. Even most of the loaf of bread feels like he ate too much. He hadn’t noticed until it left his hand. “You probably need it more than me.”

“But…”

He scowls. “Don’t be so stupid, just take it.”

“I’m not stupid,” she mutters, sitting back, and he thinks he catches sight of watery eyes before she rubs them and takes a bite of the bread.

Crybaby. “You’re definitely stupid.”

“At least I’m not mean like you.”

“It makes me smarter than you.”

“I’d rather be nice than smart, then.”

Unbelievable. Levi decides, like he decided he doesn’t like the other kids in the brothel, that he doesn’t like her, and he’s going home. Pretending he isn’t as shaky as he really is, he stands and starts to walk away.

“Wait!” she calls, and against his better judgement he stops. “Are...will you come back again?”

He doesn’t look back. After a pause he keeps walking. “Maybe.”

Trying to convince himself it’s only the prospect of more food that brings him back to the same spot three days later is a bare thread that he clings to for dear life. He’s so hungry and she shared food with him that any sane person in his district would have kept for themselves and he’s hungry and maybe she’ll have food again.

Because she’s stupid enough to give away food, and he isn’t stupid so he’s not passing up the chance to eat.

He still hesitates around the corner to the spot just down the street where they sat together. If she isn’t there it means he wasted the energy to come here. If she is here he has to reconcile desperation with pride. He doesn’t have a lot of pride. He’s too skinny for it. Because he’s always been so hungry.

Peeking around the corner reveals a softly smiling, red-headed girl sitting on a stone fence near that spot. She’s kicking her feet idly and if he listens carefully he thinks she might be humming.

When he finally steps around the corner to warily approach, her face lights up and she waves. “Hi!”

“Why are you always so happy?” he asks. As with trying to convince himself he’s only here for the food, it’s difficult to hop up onto the fence next to her.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asks in turn, reaching into a bag slung over her shoulder and retrieving another loaf of bread. Her smile flickers unhappily as she carefully tears it in two and, without prompting, offers it to him. “I couldn’t steal Elsa’s again, so I just brought mine.”

Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, he firmly thinks to himself again—but his grasping fingers freeze at her statement. He already assumed last time she’d nicked a full loaf because, again, no one is stupid enough to just give away a portion of their own let alone all of one.

Apparently, she’s more stupid than he thought.

But he can’t get his hand to move to take what she’s offering anyway, because he’s hungry, and being hungry sucks, and he doesn’t wish being hungry on anyone.

“Again?” she huffs, cheeks puffed out with the bite she already took of her half. She wiggles the bread pointedly once more. “I didn’t poison it or anything.”

He stumbles around words like a foal on new legs. “But this is yours.”

“So was the last. C’mon! It’s better to share than both of us go hungry, right?”

...maybe she isn’t that stupid. It’s smarter than refusing food entirely because of some ridiculous, unwelcome sense of honor. It’s all for one down here and now he’s being stupid instead of her.

Frowning, he takes it from her and tentatively bites into it. They eat in semi-comfortable silence (with most of the comfort being on her end) for a few minutes before he manages to unstick his foot from his mouth. “I don’t get it,” he says, swallowing. “No one down here shares food. You don’t know me. Why share?”

“‘Cause I feel like it,” she says.

“Because you want to get someone to be your friend,” he counters.

Her nose wrinkles. “You already said you don’t wanna be. I wanna be nice. Elsa and Devon aren’t nice and I don’t wanna be like them.”

She’s so dumb. Eating is more important than being nice. He knows that for sure now since he feels a bit better after eating more often than he usually does. Maybe she shares because she sneaks bites from running food in the brothel like she said they do.

Out of the corner of his eye he quietly observes her as they eat their halves of bread.

Right before he takes his last bite he notices something barely peeking out under her hairline; he pauses and turns to look at it properly. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” she asks, blinking at him and then looking up. Assuming he’s looking at something behind her she turns, finds him still looking at her when she straightens, frowns, then lets out a soft oh and lifts a hand to touch the dark bruise he spotted. “It’s nothing. Elsa got mad at me yesterday. She hit me with a tray.”

“Why?”

“You ask ‘why’ a lot.”

“Why’d she hit you?” he asks impatiently.

Instead of answering right away Cat eats the last bit of her bread and places her hands on the stone fence and returns to kicking her legs idly. “I think she saw me take her ration the other night. But it’s okay, she has to clean instead of me tonight ‘cause of it.”

The answer makes him angry. “Did you hit her back?”

“I didn’t get my ration tonight ‘cause I bit her for hitting me,” she answers. “This was last night’s. Sorry it’s not fresh.”

Levi blinks incredulously at the bite of bread he has left. She didn’t eat yesterday because she saved her food to share with him? And she’s apologizing because it isn’t as fresh? He’s angrier, now. “And she didn’t get a ration either, right?”

“Miss Ygritte said she wouldn’t.” Cat stares at the pavement under her hovering feet. “Miss Ygritte didn’t give her one, but I saw Miss Leanne giving her two when I left to come here.”

“Did you say something?”

She shakes her head. “Miss Ygritte told us to keep quiet and work when guests are there and we wouldn’t get rations for a whole week if we caused trouble again. Elsa would hit me again if I did. She said she would.”

He wonders what she’d do if he walked in there and hit her instead. The only reason he doesn’t and, unhappily, won’t is because he doesn’t want to make his mom upset. He really doesn’t like the other kids in the brothel.

Once he finishes his half of the bread he gives her a hard look. “You’re stupid.”

She pouts at him. “I told you I’m not!”

“Then why don’t you just get better at taking her stuff?” He’s never stolen something before, but it can’t be that difficult, can it? She did manage to take off with Elsa’s ration, she just got caught doing it.

“I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“She deserves it.”

“You’re still mean.”

“Do you think she’s gonna be your friend if you keep trying to be nice?” he asks, staring at her until she looks away without answering. “No one here wants friends. Maybe in other districts, but not here. Will you stop being stupid if I be your friend?”

“But you said—”

He lightly punches her on the arm (he means for it to be harder), interrupting her exasperated protest and bringing her attention back to him and his firm stare. Her eyes are watering again. Crybaby. “Forget what I said. Maybe everyone else is being more stupid not having friends. We’ll be the first in this district to not be as stupid as them.”

After a brief pause a wide smile appears on her face. “We’re friends now?”

His face heats. “Yeah, we’re friends now. I guess.”

taglist - @papawolfjoel

#quinn writing #attack on titan #levi x oc #levi ackerman x oc #'quinn did you really include characters from an only tangentially canon offshoot novel'#yes i fucking did what about it

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eris-snow · 1 year ago

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1. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐧

Tags: Anachronism (part 1), fem!reader, fluff, reincarnation, second life, you get the drill

Shoto feels like he has seen you before. But that’s not possible. He’s never seen you in his life.

Believe it or not, it all started with one stupid celebration.

“Come on Shoto,” Ochaco whines, chasing after him into the common room. “It’s one party to celebrate the end of the war! Deku and Katsuki are finally out of the hospital and the school wants to do something fun before we get back to training—”

“I have a half-barbecued brother at home and in desperate need of a family therapist.” Shoto deadpans, escaping to the lift, but Ochaco knows him too well and corners him at the couches. Sero scoots over a seat the best he could with a banged-up leg, too absorbed in his phone to care.

“I’m not going for the dance.”

“Shoto, we’ve just won a war,” Ochaco folds her arms, looking exasperated. “Shouldn’t you take some time off to have some fun for one night before throwing yourself back into hero work?”

The one thing that Ochaco doesn’t seem to get is that Shoto despises social events. It might seem like a silly little ‘prom-came-early’ night for his friends, but it’s an extra 3 hours tops of social anxiety, awkwardness and energy that he does not want to live through. His social battery drains at a deadly fast rate, and by the end of 5 minutes inside a dimly lit room with dizzy disco lights, he’s bound to end up unlocking alcoholism two years too early to cope.

Shoto gets it. It’s been two months since they’ve pounded Shigaraki and All For One into the dust, two weeks since he was out of the hospital and three days since U.A. announced this party for the entire school. It was mostly meant for the Hero Course, but then again, the entire school had been affected, and thus was only fair that everyone could celebrate it. But after being stuck bedridden, then rehab, then coming back to find most of the city still being under construction?

To find people homeless, and have lives lost…the feeling of victory has faded into a murky grey off another ‘oh, yeah, I’ve done this’.

It feels jarring and wrong to celebrate this when so many people died.

“’ Chaco, if Icy Hot doesn’t wanna go don’t fuckin’ force him.”

Shoto lets out a sigh of relief when Katsuki slips past the front door and beelines to the kitchen, arms stuffed with groceries. Finally, a man with a conscience. Ochaco pouts and shoots him a last-ditch effort (puppy dog eyes), but with a head shake from Shoto, she finally lets it go and plops down on the sofa in defeat.

As a silent thanks, Shoto yoinks the perishables to help Katsuki restock the fridge, finding peace in knowing that the entire time his class is spent partying at Sparkly Town, he’ll be up in his room in his pyjamas with a tub of popcorn binging the final season of Attack On Titan. War does many things to people, and one of the things Shoto was introduced to was the beautiful, twisted world of anime to cure his infinite boredom on the hospital bed. (He’s highly invested, thank you very much)

It takes Shoto a second to realise that the ash blond is only rearranging what Shoto has already put into the fridge before Shoto picks up the sour envy radiating from his friend’s soul.

“Wish you were me?” He teases, placing the milk carton into one of the bottom shelves.

Katsuki scoffs, instinctively moving it to the shelving on the door. “Shut your trap, Icy Hot. You try having Izuku stare at you with those big fuckin’ puppy eyes. You wouldn’t last ten seconds.”

“I bet longer than you.”

“I call bullshit!”

Katsuki swipes the apple from Shoto’s hands and gives him a menacing glare. “He went batshit crazy when he heard about the school festival and threw a panic party for himself when Denki suggested he ask Ochaco out. What was I supposed to do? Let him die?”

“You’d think that after beating a crazy war demon, he’d be able to pull his act together to ask his year-old crush out.” Shoto chuckles, leaning against the countertop.

“Short story shorter: Someone needs to drag his sorry ass back to the dorms when he fucks his chance up again by falling on his face, and since you weren’t there at the time, he blackmailed and guilt-tripped me into going with him because he’s a wimp.” Katsuki shoves a tomato in and slams the refrigerator door before he downright hisses at Shoto. “You’re lucky.”

Shoto’s response is a smug smile. “We agreed to take turns.”

“Your turn was over 6 months ago!” Katsuki booms. He’s just about had enough, because when he stalks off to the lifts and Shoto calls out a “thank you!” for his noble sacrifice, all he gets is two middle fingers as the lift doors close dramatically.

Man, is he glad not to have a love life.

—

To everyone’s surprise, Shoto doesn’t burn down the kitchen with his popcorn shenanigans. He does, however, order a big box of the snack because of what happened in the first 5 minutes in said kitchen.

No one has to know, especially not Bakugou.

With his tub of popcorn, he shuffles to the lifts only to stop when his phone vibrates in his pocket.

Uh-oh, a person. Ew.

He balances his phone between his shoulder and his ear, braces himself, and answers the phone one handedly.

“Hello?” He says, pressing his floor number and popping popcorn into his mouth.

“Shoto, thank goodness!” It’s Izuku’s voice, sheepish and awkward. “I’m so sorry to trouble you, but I was wondering if you could grab my phone? It’s on the coffee table, the one in front of the couches.”

Shoto frowns. “Aren’t you using your phone to call me now?”

“I’m calling from Kacchan’s phone. Didn’t you see when you picked up?”

Shoto’s eyes flicker to his phone screen as he rips it away from his ear. Oh.

Part of him doesn’t want to go out. Heck, he’s had enough of family outings and dinners for a good while. All he wants is to watch Eren get kidnapped for the millionth time, Levi kick some ass, and watch people die. Is that really so much to ask for?

“If it’s too much of a hassle, that’s completely fine—”

Oh, right. The call.

With a sigh and a pinch in between his eyebrows, he nods. “Swing by the entrance. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

“Sweet! Thanks Shoto! I appreciate it!”

With that, he hangs up. Shoto stares at his box of crisp, caramel popcorn. Looks like the binging will have to wait.

He drops the snack off in his room and trades his shorts for a pair of comfy sweats, throws a coat on and forces himself out of the dorms with Izuku’s phone in hand. Theoretically, the coat was not needed. He could probably walk around in the Artic and scream “Let It Go.” butt naked without a flinch.

Then again, coats are cosy, so sue him, he was wearing one.

He takes a slow walk as he takes in his surroundings, admiring the snow as it dances around him. Being alone is heaven, and Shoto thoroughly appreciates that now that he was out of his house and away from his dysfunctional family.

His eyes trace the outline of U.A’s building, gleaming in the night filled to the brim with life. Fortunately, Izuku’s already there.

“I’m so sorry Shoto, thank you so much!” The green-haired thanks as Shoto passes over the device.

He shrugs. “No big deal. Good luck, by the way. With Ochaco.”

Uh-oh. Wrong dialogue option.

Within seconds, Izuku devolves into a stuttering mess, making Shoto thoroughly wanting to slap his head on one of the lamp posts standing 5 metres away.

He really needs to keep his mouth shut.

“I knew this would happen.” A voice growls, and when Shoto turns, he realises that Blasty Mcxplode had entered the scene, and he had t-minus five seconds before—

“Come on nerd. Let’s go back inside.” Katsuki beckons a semi-functioning Izuku back into the building, before giving Shoto a glare he has seen far to many times in counting.

“Sleep with one eye open, dick head.” He mouths, before he slams the door in Shoto’s face.

Okay.

Three seconds.

He miscalculated.

With a loaded sigh, Shoto turns back around to head back to the dorms as people breeze past him—

Only for his eyes to catch yours.

You stand there with earmuffs and a coat, obviously not dressed to head in. Your hand is up and it looks like you are waving, but Shoto can’t even process anything because as snow falls around you, time seems to slow because he can’t help but feel like he’s seen you before.

But that’s impossible. Shoto has never seen you in his life.

You peer at him with a curious glint sparkling in your orbs, and he can’t help but think, wow…your eyes are mesmerising.

But why?

“Do I know you?”

Your eyes widen for a split second, and it takes him a moment to realise he said it out loud.

Crap, crap, crap—

What is this?

All he wanted was a peaceful night alone, and yet here he is under the snow, heart pounding, breath caught and his face warm.

We met at the start of the winter.

And like clockwork, the dominos fall again. Fate has charted its course with tangled skein, as Shoto finds you again at the age of 16.

#Anachronism (shoto)#mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #angst #mha shoto #shoto fluff #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #shoto x you #reincarnation #shoto reincarnation

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